The strange green mist in front of the Ruman position, constantly tumbling and spreading. In just a few minutes, the entire position was enveloped.

At first, screams could be heard in the middle of the fog, but later on, there was silence. There was no other sound.

The fog was like a huge monster, lying prone on Ruman's position, and it never dissipated for a long time.

It wasn't until noon, under the sun, that it slowly dissipated

In the distance, the post station, and the criss-cross trenches, reappeared in front of the people.

"It's been four hours...... Orlandini took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, muttered in a low voice, and said in his heart: This time has been long, and it can't achieve the effect of a surprise attack at all.

Four hours was enough time for the Rumans to react and take countermeasures.

Moreover, the Semitic soldiers under his command were fully armed, and they were a little tired after standing for so long.

Thinking of this, the evaluation of that weapon in his mind was lowered by another level.

"The longer it lasts, the better the effect of the gas. Huys, the lich, said in a deep voice with a cold twinkle in his eyes. His tone was not without smugness, proud of his weapon.

Orlandini looked at the position of the Jomans, which was still quiet, not moving at all, no different from at dawn

He said with some anxiety in his heart: "Master, is it okay now, right? ”

If we had waited any longer, the morale of the soldiers would have been exhausted. He had even seen that many soldiers had been in the military formation for too long, and their faces were red and their necks were thick because they had been suffocating by urine.

I saw the scenery in the distance more and more clearly. The fog also dissipated without a trace. Lich Huyce hesitated. Not so sure: "It should be okay, as long as the poison gas is dispersed, it will be fine, even if there is some residue, it doesn't matter......"

Orlandini breathed a sigh of relief: he was just as fearful of the dark mage's strange and vicious spells as ordinary soldiers.

At this time, I heard the lich Huyce continue: "Anyway, the poison has been greatly weakened, and the poison can't kill a few people." ”。

Orlandini froze and glanced at the lich. Originally, it was planned for his brother-in-law to lead the first division to attack, but then changed to another unit.

He stretched out his palm, then swung it hard.

The herald next to him immediately stepped forward and blew the horn in his hand.

"Woo, woo......"

Among the several phalanxes in front of the formation, the battle flag of one phalanx was immediately raised high.

One of the officers stepped out of the line, drew the long knife at his waist, raised it high, and then swung it forward with a loud roar. said: "Fifth Division, follow me~!"

"Kill~!" thousands of soldiers shouted. Rushed out of the formation.

Like cháo water, they rushed forward, past the cannons in front of them, and rushed to the positions of the Rumans as fast as they could.

A minute later, the Semitic soldiers had already run into the shève of the Ruman artillery.

With a shout, they all bent down and rushed forward in the largest straggler formation, all while listening to the sounds in the air, and as soon as a sound came, they jumped into the shell crater next to them as fast as they could, and the soldiers had learned to charge under the fire.

Seeing their movements, Orlandini's heart lifted.

His eyes widened and he stared intently ahead, his fists clenched tightly, his palms covered with sweat.

There was no explosion. There is no roar, and there is no scream of shells tearing through the air~!

At this time, the striker was already within 300 meters of the Ruman's position, but there was still no artillery fire~!

Orlandini glanced nervously at the lich beside him, and saw that he was still calm, and he was already half convinced in his heart that Huys's cannon fire had worked~!

At this time, the skirmish line of the shock was getting closer and closer to the enemy's position.

At this time, the Ruman soldiers in the trenches had attacked, and the bunker resounded with an almost non-stop 'click' sound, and at the same time, long tongues of fire erupted outward.

The soldiers in front fell in rows like mowing grass in the spray of tongues of fire.

But now...... The nightmare is still gone.

There was still no movement in the Ruman's position, and there was silence.

By this time, the Semitic soldiers had bravely rushed to the position of the Rumans.

They jumped into the trench and disappeared from Orlandini's sight for a few seconds, then jumped out of the trench again, turned to face the Semitic camp, raised their weapons and cheered.

Immediately, the battle flag of the Fifth Division had also been erected high, fluttering in the wind on Ruman's position.

"It's done, it's done. It was so easy to lay a position that cost him huge casualties. Orlandini could barely believe his eyes, thinking he was in a dream.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then looked intently, only to see that the Semitic battle flag was still fluttering on the Ruman position.

It's true.

This is absolutely true.

There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, but then he suddenly sighed: what could be won so easily was still the lich and anthropology, and the Rumans did not know how many had been made.

What should they do themselves if they also use this green mist weapon?

Just when he was in doubt, there was a piercing and sharp 'yi' laugh next to him.

The lich Huys laughed and stroked his palm, and said, "It really works, it seems that a cannon is more useful than a dark mage, and you can ask His Majesty the Divine Throne for instructions to make it in batches."

Future ......"

The lich patted Orlandini on the shoulder and said triumphantly, "We can also drown out the enemy's army with our cannons." ”

"I look forward to that day coming soon, thank the Master for creating weapons, your work is vital to our war, and I will make it clear to His Majesty the Throne. Orlandini was also flattering at once.

The lich Huyce smiled and said, "Rejoice, rejoice." ”

The soldiers behind the battle didn't think as much as the big guys.

In their opinion, the lich's cannon has worked, and there is no need to fill the muzzle of the Ruman's gun in the future. Later the war will be even simpler.

Just set up the cannon. Bang it up a few times. Then everyone can rush over and grab their things, grab their food, grab their women, grab their money.

Is there anything more pleasing in this world than this?

They laughed loudly, shouted, and cheered excitedly.

Some people were also excited to hug their comrades-in-arms next to them, bouncing like children.

In the minds of these soldiers: there are cannons. Victory is not far off.

The officer who commanded the attack galloped all the way and ran back from the front of the position.

He came to Orlandini, saluted, and said in a loud voice: "Tell your lordship, the Fifth Division has taken the North Station." Zero casualties~!"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Enemy, enemy...... All died. ”

Speaking of which, although the voice was excited, the face was a little strange.

Orlandini didn't care: under his command, the Semitic legions suffered zero casualties. Attack the enemy's positions. This is also rare in the history of warfare. Even the one of a kind.

He happily waved to the attendants and said, "Go." Go up and have a look. ”

So saying, he jumped on his horse and galloped all the way to the position of the Rumans.

In front of the trench, he grabbed the horse's belly, tightened the reins and jumped over the ditch, and the clean and beautiful prancing horse action immediately won the applause of the surrounding soldiers.

Orlandini reined in his steed, stopped, and looked around.

I saw dozens of corpses of Ruman soldiers lying on the ground outside the trench.

They had no armor on them, only black winter clothes, and beside them, they threw a short spear with a strange shape.

Some of the short spears had a sharp bayonet stuck in their ends, while others did not. It's like a ...... A burning stick.

Obviously, this is the weapon of the Rumans.

Not far away, in the trench, there were almost as many corpses.

But Orlandini couldn't help frowning, and there was a strange look on his face, the appearance of the death of these Ruman soldiers was really terrifying.

Their hands were stuck in their throats, their eyes bulging outward like dead fish, turning into a strange yellow sè, and the people curled up like one, their mouths wide open, as if they had screamed desperately before they died.

And they had all struggled violently, and the dirt beneath them had been dug up.

"These soldiers must have died in great pain. ”

All those who saw the corpses of these Ruman soldiers would first have such a thought in their hearts, and they would be secretly frightened.

Orlandini turned his eyes away from the horrible-looking corpses and turned his attention to the weapons of the Joumans.

Many soldiers of the Fifth Division were curiously fiddling with these strange short spears.

It's like a bunch of monkeys who have just gotten a new toy and don't know what to do.

A soldier with a rifle in his hand was flipping around.

The rifle suddenly went off.

"Bang" a crisp gunshot.

A cloud of smoke erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and at the same time, a cloud of dirt splattered on the ground.

Everyone was startled, including Orlandini, shrunk their necks sharply, and then glared angrily at the mad guy.

The troubled soldier threw his rifle out in a panic.

At this moment, the lich Huyce and a dozen dark mages descended from the sky.

Without waiting for him to land, he couldn't wait to scream: "Put it down, put it down for me, these rifles are ours, no one is allowed to move~!"

The soldiers immediately obediently threw their rifles on the ground, far away.

Orlandini glanced at the guard, and one of the guards silently hid a rifle behind him, then turned his hand around and hid.

The lich Huyce picked up a rifle, carefully wiped off the dirt on it, and said excitedly with both hands: "Rifle, this is the rifle, I finally see the real thing." ”

Then, as if remembering something, he turned his head and shouted, "Where is the machine gun?"

The lich Huyce anxiously searched around, and said repeatedly, "Machine gun, hell, I need one." ”

A few dark mages rudely pushed through the crowd, walked into the bunker, shouted "get out", drove the Semitic soldiers out, and searched around the bunker.

Then one of the dark mages walked out with a tripod and the others with a brass shell in their hands, all with ugly expressions on their faces, as if someone owed them five cents and didn't pay it back.

The Dark Mage delivers the object to the Lich Huyth. "Master." That's what I found. ”

The lich Huyce raised his hand and knocked the bullet casings out of the dark mage's hand. Roared: "I want a machine gun~!"

The dark mage bowed his head deeply in fright, and said in a snort, "We didn't find any human machine guns, they may have taken them." ”

Although the Lich Huyce's immortal dead man did not have any expression on his face, a green light flashed in his eyes, indicating that he was very angry at the moment.

Orlandini hurriedly grabbed the lich Huys and said, "Master, the first problem now is to attack forward, as long as we take Jouman City." I'm sure there will be machine guns. ”

The lich Huys shook his head helplessly and said, "Well, as soon as your people find a weapon from the Rumans, send it to me immediately, it's very important to us. ”

"Master, don't worry. Orlandini swore and patted his chest in reassurance.

Then he turned to face the officers and soldiers under his command, and shouted in a majestic voice: "Fifth Division, defend the North Post Station on the spot." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"The left flank of the 6th Division is deployed, and the right flank of the 9th Division is deployed. Keep on the offensive~!

"Obey~!"

"Order a full-scale attack on the left and right to contain the enemy. Others. Drag the cannon up, and we'll keep the damn bombardment. ”

"Roar~!" the Semitic soldiers let out a cry of excitement, their morale was high, and in their minds, they would not have a problem attacking the city of Ruman a few more times in such an easy battle as today.

×××××××

The headquarters at the rear of the battle line was lit up, the room was noisy and chaotic, the heralds were constantly coming in and out, and the staff officers were holding on to the phones and shouting, almost like a vegetable market in the lower city.

The map on the wall clearly marked the location of friend and foe around the city of Ruman, in red and black.

Grand Duke Julius sat in the middle of the tent, lit a cigar, held it to his lips leisurely, looked at the map in front of him, and then leisurely spat out a smoke ring.

The officers who came in and out walked past the Grand Duke, always raising their hands in a salute, and the Grand Duke nodded in response.

With many years of experience in commanding operations, the Grand Duke knew that the attitude of the commander would greatly affect the morale of the soldiers.

A commander who is calm and well-informed can keep the soldiers confident of victory.

On the contrary, an overly nervous commander can make officers and soldiers pessimistic, such as the fledgling Archbishop Sandos.

Seeing the Grand Duke's calm appearance, the officers who passed by were very admired in their hearts, and had no doubt that they would achieve the final victory.

They believed that under the leadership of this experienced commander, who was especially good at fighting large corps, with the full assistance of the Grand Duke's son-in-law and son, and with the unprecedented unity of the Ruman government and the opposition, the Semitic people could not enter the city of Ruman.

"What are you talking about? Say it again~!" suddenly a surprised and nervous shout rang out in the room.

Everyone turned their heads to look over, only to see a staff officer holding the microphone and shouting loudly, looking panicked.

After he said "uh-huh" into the microphone a few more times, he slapped the microphone on the landline, jumped over in a few steps, and said urgently: "Report, the North Post Station has been lost, and the first battalion of the skeleton division has suffered heavy casualties, and it is still being counted, and it has been withdrawn to the second line of defense." ”

The Grand Duke said that he knew, and then said suspiciously: "What's the matter? Didn't I say don't fight hard with the enemy? How could the first battalion suffer heavy casualties?"

"According to the battalion commander, the enemy used artillery, blasting gas bombs into positions. The staff officer's expression was solemn.

"What, artillery~!"

"The demons have artillery~!"

"It can't be. ”

“......”

The staff officers immediately blew up, all looking worried, they knew very well what artillery means in war.

"Cannon...... The Grand Duke frowned slightly, raised his hand and touched his cleanly shaved chin, and said, "The demon clan has finally come out, it's not surprising, we have expected it a long time ago." ”

We in the mouth of the Grand Duke naturally refer to him and Lorraine, who have long been prepared for the demons to be able to develop cannons, and Lorraine has also used burst crystals to make real things, and the results show that it is completely feasible, and the clever brains of the lich will not be unexpected.

"Gas bombs are a bit of a hassle. I didn't expect them to make it first. The Grand Duke pondered for a moment and said, "Inform the whole army of this situation immediately, and retreat quickly after being attacked by poison gas."

Withdraw the first battalion, let the flag guard division send a battalion to change the defense, find the battalion commander, and we will go west to find out the situation. ”

An hour later, the commander of the 1st Battalion reported to the Grand Duke what he had seen, and his command post, a hundred and ten meters behind the position, witnessed the whole process.

And he also brought the machine gunner Kik, the closest soldier to the gas, who was still alive.

"That is to say, the enemy releases a poisonous mist with cannonballs fired by cannons, and anyone who inhales the poisonous mist dies. Archduke Julius summed up the words of the battalion commander and looked at him.

"Yes, Your Highness. The battalion commander had a straight face, his face was very ugly, he watched his subordinates struggle to die slowly after inhaling poisonous gas, of course, he was in a very bad mood, and said: "The enemy has been firing artillery, and this poisonous gas has not yet dissipated." ”

A young man in his thirties, who had been sitting in the corner without saying a word, stood up, with beautiful long flaxen hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary, just standing casually, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

He nodded politely to the Grand Duke and said, "I'll take a look." ”

The Grand Duke smiled and thanked him, and said, "There is Master Laumares." ”

Maris waved his hand, walked out of the gate, and flew straight into the air.

The staff has always been distrustful of these mysterious guys that Lord Lorraine didn't know to find there, and these people are too dragged, very arrogant, and not social at all.

The most important thing is that these people are simply handsome and unreasonable, and they have become the focus of women in Manchester City.

Standing with them, the staff officer, who usually prides himself on being suave, is as small as a group of fireflies under the moon.

"I'm going to check it out, too. A strong mage dressed in the red uniform of the Praetorian Guard stood up and followed Maris out.

The Grand Duke thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't think of a proper countermeasure, a poisonous mist is neither water nor fire, how should ordinary soldiers solve it?

Then he looked at a group of staff officers, all of whom had sad faces, and obviously did not think of countermeasures.

"Is it all the only way to retreat?" muttered Archduke Julian. (To be continued.) )