"What are you preparing," the pot-bellied general asked suspiciously, leaning closer to the strong ogre who was banging and beating, "do you need me to deploy some capable young men to help, after all, there are dozens of you, and it seems that there are not many people." ”

Out of curiosity about the "special weapon for demon slayering", this military aristocrat of Medici did not hesitate to come forward to talk, but unfortunately Naru, who was obsessed with assembling weapons designed by himself, did not understand his kindness.

"No," the ogre man commanded the two polar bears, asking them to carry the bronze cannon barrel and cooperate with him to install a well-threaded spare part, "You 'little men' don't have enough strength, and there are not enough tools here." ”

The rest of the Potbelly General's words were stunned for a moment, and he really couldn't refute Naru's reason.

Without the help of lifting equipment, they could not easily lift it with human strength, not to mention components such as bronze cannon barrels, even if it was a random accessory spread out on the ground here.

However, he still didn't give up the idea of "stealing the teacher", and the ogre strong man who was busy assembling the equipment didn't really care at all.

Someone recognized the new weapon he designed, but it also made Nalu, who aspires to become a weapon master, a little happy, of course, there is also a premise in this, that is, the other party does not "get in the way" to affect the progress of the work.

Inserting the last bronze barrel with the fixing part in the rotating wheel, Naru clapped his hands and tried the rotating handle again.

"Bring some blubber," said the ogre man, a weapons engineer, pointing to the hole in the roulette wheel and the two polar bears beside him, "pour some in, but don't overdo it." One person fills the oil and the other person is responsible for turning the wheel to feel the lubrication. ”

With that, Nalu walked to another runner to carry out the same acceptance work.

Not far from the bronze cannon position, some camel shamans are using shamanic spells to summon the elements of the earth to form a slope at a fixed angle to the ground.

The kobolds of the Dragon Clan who came from the terminal to support stood on the slope, digging trenches with flat shovels, erecting some ceramic round pipes in them, and finally applying a layer of lubricating grease to the round pipes.

These firing weapons, although somewhat beyond the knowledge of the big-bellied general, can still roughly understand their function through observation. However, in addition, there are some "strange-shaped" instruments, but he can't understand anything.

For example, Nalu's brother, Ogre Blue, is personally responsible for the tuning of the equipment:

Roughly triangular in shape, the outer shell is made up of hollow but sturdy bamboo, fastened with rivets and knots, and inside is a small metal object with a number of levers, to which Blue has specially injected two different liquids, and a transmission rod inserted into the metal structure that is connected to a special "blade" shaped part that is placed above the machine.

Next to the ogre's massive body, the instruments seemed a little small, and even to the polar bears or camels, they were just toys for children.

Combined with the length of the metal creation lever in it, General Big-bellied judged that these instruments would be controlled by those desert kobolds for a while.

However, could it be that the combat power of the desert kobold could be as good as that of the demon lord?

However, his incomprehension did not reduce the efficiency of this strange team of polar bears, camels, dragon-depended kobolds, and ogres, who were like a sophisticated machine, running in an orderly manner.

When Quest and Hemtar appeared in the sky not far away, the machine had the last screw screwed.

"Archers ready," had already urged some of the ships to leave the fjord, and at this moment, the commanders of the Praetorian Guard still hoped that their troops would be of some use, "seize the high ground and shoot freely!"

The pot-bellied general didn't stop them anymore, in fact, he himself had already asked the guards to find a few ballistas from elsewhere, and he himself even adjusted the angle himself, wanting to deal a blow to the great demon who was ravaging Beit City.

Since he had already communicated with the ogre brothers, the young blue dragon immediately reverted to his human form as soon as he approached the port anchorage in the port area.

In this form, he was able to avoid the indiscriminate "saturation" strikes that followed.

"The revolver artillery is in position, the target is Zhuyuan, the depression angle is thirty degrees, south-southwest!"

It's hard to imagine that an ogre could calculate a set of parameters so quickly—but when it comes to weapons, Naru is like a different person, not at all like the reckless man he used to be.

At his command, the bronze revolvers, which were rigidly fixed to the ground on a pedestal with pincers, were immediately turned by the Polar Bear gunners. With a dial with a dial code, and incredible strength, they were able to move the barrel into place in no more than two or three breaths.

"Launch!"

The gunpowder burst into flames in the barrel, and the sound of "bang-bang" was incessant. With each turn of the wheel, a cannonball erupted back from the bronze barrel, tearing through the air and bombarding the target in mid-air.

At this time, there will be another polar bear man with earplugs who is responsible for cleaning the barrel, filling the gunpowder, and storing the shells. The heavy steel-core warheads can only be operated by a powerful species like the polar bear man.

Relying on the artillery tactics learned from Bato's Nine Prisons, coupled with the bronze revolver cannon designed by Naru himself, the term "fire suppression" was perfectly interpreted for the first time in the world of ashes, and the non-stop bombardment seemed to be very powerful.

In contrast, although the archers of the Praetorian Guard Corps seized the commanding heights, the sparse rain of arrows shot was indeed a bit shabby.

Due to the proximity to Hemtar, Quis was also embarrassed to be the target of the bombing, but fortunately, he changed into a human form, and the young blue dragon somewhat unkindly hid behind the demon lord's incarnation and let him be his "shield".

After a volley, the half-human, half-worm Hemtar had many more dark cracks, and the shells still caused some damage to his ** - although it was not so deadly.

In pain, the great demon quickly lowered to the ground, trying to dodge the next round of attacks and destroy the hateful artillery position by the way.

"Whoosh!"

Having seized the opportunity, the big-bellied general, who had just been favored by the ogre bronze runner artillery, decisively pulled the tension of the ballista, and the bowstring gave the heavy crossbow arrow an astonishing speed, stabbing fiercely at the tail end of the worm incarnated by the demon lord.