The five-mountain bronze cannon pushed by the goblin golem caught the attention of some of the leaders.

With the exception of the Military Minister of the Principality of the Windmill, who had already seen its power, the other leaders were interested in these weapons, which had been unused these days.

If nothing else, the cannon chamber that could fit four or five people alone made people think about it.

Erecting the oylandite artillery on a low hill about three hundred meters behind the battle line and three or four meters above the surrounding terrain, Annan handed a bag of mushroom bombs to the artillery centurion of Hellfire: "Hit the spot, I will reward you for half a ...... for hitting the elite rat tide of rats Half a bag of gold coins. ”

This was a rare reward for the miserly Annan.

"Yes, sir!"

The excited centurion commanded the soldiers to aim their guns at the elite rat swarm in the rat tide, and then repeatedly adjusted the angle, and after the battle line had retreated a hundred meters, Annan couldn't help but want to kick his ass, he asked the soldiers to raise their torches, light the orichal copper cannon, and then invariably moved away.

Annan, who retreated ten meters away, covered his ears at the same time and narrowed his black eyes.

The military minister, who knew what was going to happen, also covered his ears, and before the rest could react, the fuse burned to the end.

Boom......

It was like a giant's foot stomping on his side, causing the loud sound of cardiac arrest to spread outward at a terrifying speed along with the sand and dust raised by the low mound.

The roar of a dragon echoed across the battlefield.

Those who stood within thirty meters without covering their ears stood in a trance, their minds buzzing within a hundred meters...

Something similar happened during the test firing of the Orichalcum Cannon - the soldiers who tested it thought it was only a little more powerful than the magic artillery, and only retreated to a distance of five meters...... As a result, the internal organs were shattered by the movement of the launch.

Seeing this, the long-range group stopped their movements and watched as the five cannonballs, with a dull whistling, cut through a long arc and smashed into the rat tide from five hundred to eight hundred yards.

The first cannonball that landed smashed into the back of the elite rat tide, and immediately killed several elite rats wearing armor like iron cans, and the terrifying kinetic energy with the solid cannonball continued to grind forward into a cavity of more than 20 meters, and where it passed, the elite rat was like a bottle knocked down by a bowling ball.

They were lucky, or the centurion did have a talent. Three of the five shells landed around the elite rat tide, and the other two smashed into the rat tide, and after hitting the ground, they bounced up again, smashed down again, and rolled unstoppably out of a hundred meters, leaving a mud of flesh in their path.

The record of five shells should be more than two hundred elite rats and nearly two thousand slave rats......

The Mushroom Bomb and the Orichal Bronze Cannon are much more effective than the two left in the rat pack alone.

This kind of power is probably only comparable to the power of spells above the seven rings, and even makes the surrounding rat people stagnate for a short time.

The coalition forces around the battlefield raised their heads and looked at the culprit of all this-

The dust that covered the drums cleared, and the goblin golem was still holding the orichal, but the arms holding the cannon were cracked—but it was easy to fix.

"Lord Annan, do you want to continue!"

The centurion ran over and shouted that he could no longer hear.

Annan was about the same, and there was a buzz in his ears: "Use up the rest of the mushroom bombs." ”

Anyway, someone will pay for it in a while.

The centurion ran back excitedly, and Annan and the people around him quickly moved away from the range of the Orichalcum artillery.

At this moment, the count of the Duchy of Saike came over with a flattering smile.

"Your Excellency Annan, what you said is ...... eightfold"

Annan smiled: "It's still valid." ”

The second appearance of the Orichalcum Cannon brought a large number of orders for magic muskets -

As for why the order for the magic musket...... Because after Annan finished talking about its selling price, everyone's thoughts were "Why don't you go and grab it!?" ”

For the money I paid for the Orichalcum Cannon, I can even hire a legendary mage to bombard it for an hour, and the effect is not better than your Orichalcum Cannon?

But why did the money still be spent...... represents goodwill.

What Annan has made up is getting more and more terrifying, and who knows if something powerful and cheap will really emerge in the future.

Some of the chiefs were inexplicably uneasy, and their positions were based on the transcendent status of the professionals. If ordinary people are allowed to have such terrifying power......

Hopefully, there won't be a day like this in the future.

The presence of the coalition forces and the sound of artillery that spread across the battlefield finally made the command hiding in the rat tide unbearable, and a large swath of rat tide peeled away from the waves surrounding the black watch and spread towards the coalition forces

Annan: They put away the gyocard, the artillery and all the baggage, turned around and ran.

With nearly 7,000 elites in the coalition army, they easily distanced themselves from the pursuing rat tide, and then let the ranged group constantly consume the ratmen.

This constant tugging made the commander hiding in the rat tide unable to hold back, and frequently sent orders to send more nezumi to pursue the coalition forces.

The coalition finally found it tricky. Just as Annan wanted to take the support team to the sky above the rat tide to consume them, the rat tide suddenly fell into chaos.

The originally orderly pursuit suddenly dispersed, and even crowded each other and trampled on each other.

Then, from the north, there was a terrifying tide of magic.

Guessing what Black Watch was supposed to do, the coalition seized the opportunity and began harvesting the chaotic nezumi and even sending them to flee in all directions.

As they guessed, it didn't take long for news to come from the north - because the commander of the rat tide frequently ordered, the position of the commander was determined by the black watch, and a regiment of mages was sent to eliminate the commander of the rat tide.

Without command, the rat tide loses its cohesion, and the smarter rat warlock and champion rat flee back to the north, while the reckless rat and slave rat run in any direction......

The battle that was originally evenly matched turned into a simple "pig catch" with the rout of the rat tide - the coalition forces chased and killed the rat people everywhere outside the Great Wall of the North.

Instead of running around the woodlands with nearly 30,000 men, Annan let them "free", including the military minister of the Duchy of Windmills and the count of the Duchy of Seke.

Next, Annan sat on the back of the white dragon, looked around for places with dense rat populations, and then launched the Hellfire Legion to harvest bag after bag of kangaroo ears.

The storm has dissipated, but the sky is still overcast, with occasional drizzles indicating that the rainy season continues.

Annan returned to the camp they had spent two days building, but the rain made it difficult to ignite, and fortunately the rat corpses never decomposed.

Annan had no choice but to place it here for the time being, and wait for the weather to come and burn the rat carcass.

On the sixth day of the hunting plan, except for the nezumi who ran too far and were too scattered, this nezumi vanguard was completely eaten by the coalition forces.

The Great Wall of the North ordered all coalition forces to return ahead of schedule, and announced that a celebration of the success of the hunt would be held this evening.

Annan returned to his room and meditated for the day.

When I woke up, it seemed that there was still an undulating white dragon's spine under my buttocks, and the sound of muskets in my ears never stopped.

(End of chapter)