After nightfall, the north wind blowing from the cold permafrost tundra in the north and the snow-capped mountains that stretch for thousands of miles wreaks havoc on the central plains of the Ruman Empire.

The cold wind raged across the land like the terrifying banshees of legend, blowing the bare branches and making a sharp and piercing sound, like the howls of the three banshees of the ancient myth.

The temperature soon dropped to near freezing.

The weather was overcast, the clouds obscured the moon in the sky, and darkness covered the earth, and the fingers could not be seen.

It was supposed to be a quiet night, but the light of the stars dotted the land—even in the bitter cold wind, people were still moving.

In this small post station, which is a few hours away from Ruman City, the soldiers of the skeleton division of the Ruman Flying Eagle Group's security army are confronting hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers on the opposite side.

The positions between the two armies were dark and silent, and in the invisible night, the bodies of countless soldiers killed in yesterday's battle lay silently on the dirt.

In the daytime battle yesterday, the blood of these dead soldiers had already frozen into ice, freezing them firmly with the earth.

Occasionally, flares screamed into the sky, and after rising high into the sky, they suddenly emitted dazzling light, piercing the darkness and illuminating the battlefield.

The Terran soldiers hid in the trenches, shrunk into their thick military uniforms, shrunk their heads, and kept stomping their feet, gasping for air in front of their cold hands. Ba looked at this cold night and hurried over.

Although a victorious battle was fought, the enemy was successfully repulsed. But no one relaxed. On the contrary, they are more vigilant.

When their eyes swept over the Semitic camp opposite, they were faintly nervous and uneasy.

On the opposite side of them. The camp of the Semitic army was bright, and even the sky was illuminated by countless torches, showing an unhealthy layer of crimson.

From time to time, there was a burst of noise, and the cold wind came from afar.

Although the two sides were extremely far away, and they were separated by a large camp, they could not see the situation inside, but they were not stupid. Even with his buttocks, he could guess that the enemy must be tinkering with some terrible weapon when he tossed such a big movement.

If you cast your gaze to the other side from the air. It can be clearly seen that behind the lined barracks, the black pyramid-shaped war fortress of the undead is parked on the ground.

The glow of countless torches illuminated the ground in front of and behind the war fortress. Even the yellow grass roots on the ground are clearly visible.

Semitic soldiers are like worker ants, constantly busy around the black war fortress.

They were in a team of hundreds of men, under the command of the officers. Shouting the earth-shattering trumpet, sweating profusely, he unloaded a huge weapon from the fortress of war.

The weapon's appearance was strange.

In the middle is a black cylinder that is one person thick and two people long, as if it was made of steel.

In the middle of the black bucket, there is a hole the size of a human head, and the whole bucket is placed on a large wooden shelf. There are four wheels at the bottom for moving.

The rope is tied to the front and rear ends of the cannon, and someone in front pulls it, and when going out downhill, the soldiers in the back pull the rope and slowly put it down, and the tight rope makes a "squeak" sound.

The soldiers shouted neatly trumpets. Move them cautiously little by little.

More than a dozen dark mages supervised on one side, with grim expressions on their faces. Constant loud warnings.

"Slow down, slow down, if you touch it, you'll dominate. ”

"Be careful, don't touch it, or I'm going to throw you dog thing into hell. ”

"Look at the road, believe it or not, grandpa gouged out your dog's eye right now. ”

“......”

In the midst of their shouting and scolding, the Semitic soldiers were angry and a little helpless in their hearts.

At the same time, they wondered what it was, and it made the dark mages so nervous.

If there were a soldier of the security army here, looking at this stupid big black thing, he would be able to call its name - cannon - in one bite.

If it is a veteran of the Thor Brigade, you can even name its model-the first-generation real yàn cannon of the Alchemy Research Institute of the Flying Eagle Group.

Now such a bulky cannon has been eliminated without formal production in the Flying Eagle Group, and it has been turned into molten steel.

But the Semitic soldiers didn't know what it was.

They gathered curiously to watch, pointing to something they had never seen before, and kept speculating.

"I think it must be a ballista, specially designed to smash human walls. ”

"Impossible, how can a ballista be without a bow and a bowstring, what to take to fire a crossbow arrow. ”

"Is it a stone thrower? There's a stone in it, and it goes out with a push from the back. ”

"Stupid, I didn't see that the back was sealed. ”

"I'm supposed to be spraying water. ”

"Silly 13, how can there be water for you to squirt~!"

"Since it was transported by the mages, it must be a magic weapon, that's right, it's definitely a magic weapon~!"

"It's possible. ”

"Well, it's probably magical. ”

“......”

The soldiers were talking for a while, but most agreed that it was a magic weapon created by the dark mages.

Didn't you see that they were airlifted from the war fortress, and those mages dressed in black, as if looking at their little jj, looked at them, for fear of bumping into them a little?

The soldiers' eyes slowly converged on Orlandini in the middle of the crowd.

He stood alongside a black-robed lich and watched eagerly as the soldier slowly pulled the cannon out of the war fortress, his face excited on his face.

The lich beside Orlandini flickered with phosphorescent light in his eyes, as if he was very unhappy, and looked coldly at the Semitic soldiers pulling the cannon with his hands behind his back.

It was a blasphemy to him to let these dirty big-footed mud-legged feet step into his war fortress and stomp on the smooth floor.

For the Lich. It's like a pig in a pigsty running into a luxurious living room.

He would never have agreed to do this if it had not been ordered by the High Priest himself.

After dozens of minutes of joint efforts. Ten heavy black cannons were unloaded from the war fortress and stopped in a line in the clearing.

The muzzle of the black hole is facing the southern sky, and the whole body exudes a unique reflection of metal, which is extremely powerful and domineering.

It was a great shock to the surrounding Semitic soldiers.

Orlandini couldn't help but laugh proudly, and in a few excited steps he stepped in front of the cannon, circled around the black cannon twice, and then jumped on the gun carriage with great dexterity, stepping on the wooden stand and stroking the cannon's cold barrel.

Look at their massive figures. He nodded with satisfaction, and said secretly in his heart: The Ruman people thought that it would be great if they had cannons, and now I have them, and there are ten at a time. I see what other advantages you have.

Even if you have more cannons than me, it doesn't matter, more cannon weapons are being made in the Semitic continent. In the future, they will continue to be delivered to their own hands.

Maybe in two months, I will have fifty of them. Seventy, or a hundred.

General Orlandini had always believed that he had made unfavorable progress along the way, not at all because of his unfavorable command, nor because the three armies were not heroic enough, but because of the strange long-range weapons and such rogue tactics of the Rumans.

The Semitic legion, which has strong combat power, is like a dog biting a hedgehog, and there is no way to put its mouth at all.

This is true of the city of Viji. This is the case on the march, and it is still the same when it reaches the city of Ruman, where the cannon can hit the people outside the city farther than the longest-range crossbow arrows and stone throwers.

They couldn't see the people who fired the guns. But the cannonballs ran after the ass of the Semitic soldiers, as if they had eyes. And it's huge.

More than a dozen artillery pieces fired at the same time, killing the attacking soldiers too much, easily creating one no-man's land after another, eliminating every soldier in the range.

In the face of that terrible weapon, Orlandini could not rush forward, although he had an absolute superiority in his forces.

When Orlandini first heard from the High Priest that the Dark Mage had created such a weapon, he was also shocked and immediately demanded that reinforcements be sent over to him.

But at that time, the number of cannons was not large, only a few real yàn type, and the technology was still immature.

The artillery push-shot alone, they are blind-eyed, enough to study for thirty or fifty years.

But the high priest again

It's urgent, and every three or five days, I have to ask the last time. The anxious supervisor almost didn't go crazy.

However, these lichs are also worthy of geniuses, and at the cost of more than a dozen lives, they have developed a method of using explosive crystal powder as a propellant, which also leads to the high cost.

Shooting cannons is like throwing money.

Despite this, the undead were still very happy. They can finally proudly declare to the world that they also have the best intellectual property cannon.

Immediately, they were dismayed to find that this was only the first hurdle in the long journey of firearms technology.

Artillery firing is again a huge problem.

At the time of shooting, the angle, the range, the amount of charge, all of them need to be carefully considered.

In desperation, they had to go into battle in person and practice one by one. However, the high cost of training has made every official in charge of munitions miserable.

This also leads to the lack of training of the dark mages, and in fact, to this day, the dark mages are still not proficient in the use of cannons. Not to mention what trained qualified ordinary artillerymen.

Under these problems, they hid the cannon as a secret weapon to be used as a killer weapon in the attack on the city of Ruman.

Just imagine, when they surrounded Ruman City, and suddenly showed their cannons to bombard the city, the Ruman people would definitely be caught off guard.

But the defeat of the Semites outside the Vatino, and Orlandini's urging, prompted the High Priest to reveal the weapon.

The fiasco of the Battle of Vatino made the Semitic temporarily unable to launch an offensive on the Western Front, so there could be no mistakes on the Northern Front.

Orlandini walked back and forth a few times in front of the neatly lined cannons, then turned to face the Semitic soldiers, and his loud voice shouted: "Soldiers, brethren, the cowardly Rumans hide behind the walls, afraid to fight us, and dare only use their cannons against us.

Ruman's artillery fire is powerful, but this qiē will change today, thanks to His Majesty the Divine Throne. We also have our own cannon~!"

The surrounding Semitic soldiers suddenly stirred.

"Cannons, is that what it is?"

"Our cannons?"

"It's our cannon. ”

"We have cannons too!"

"Great, we also have cannons~!"

"It's finally time for humanity to be bombed for a long time~!"

“......”

After confirming that I heard correctly. That was after their Semitic cannons, the Semitic soldiers let out excited cheers.

Orlandini raised his fist at the right time and shouted: "Long live His Majesty the Divine Throne~!"

The soldiers raised their weapons excitedly and shouted in unison: "Long live His Majesty the Divine Throne~!"

"Hooray~!"

The voice spread in all directions, and soon the entire Semitic camp echoed with the cry of "Long live the Divine Throne".

Whether they knew what was going on or not, if they heard the slogan "Long live the gods" or "Long live the high priest", they had to get up and chant the slogans with real expressions.

Otherwise, it is disrespectful to the high priest. It is a resentful person, a dissatisfaction with the beautiful Semitic family, a bad element who plots a coup d'état, launches a terrorist attack, and destroys the good situation of social unity and stability.

At the least, he was arrested and re-educated with a leather whip and an iron fist, wrote a letter of repentance, and paid a fine.

The heavier is directly the previous rebellious charge. Grabbed and cut off his head.

Suddenly, with this powerful weapon, the morale of the Semitic army suddenly soared.

They had bled in front of the Ruman positions yesterday, and the soldiers were generally depressed and fearful of the Ruman's artillery and machine guns.

The arrival of new weapons shocked the soldiers, and they were ready to fight. Many people were already imagining the scene of their cannons blasting the Rumans around.

Seeing that the soldiers were in high spirits and eager to fight, eager to rush forward now to hand over the Jumans, Orlandini showed a smile on his lips, and his heart was secretly happy. He bowed solemnly to the black-clothed lich beside him, and said with a sincere expression, "Thank you." Master Huys, thank you for the cannons you brought us, with them our victory is more certain. ”

The Lich Huyce waved his hand, his tone was cold, as if he was on business, and said, "General, let me remind you again, our cannon is not yet mature, and the barrel may explode when fired, of course, the probability of explosion is much lower now. ”

At this, the lich Huyce sighed, and his green eyes glanced at the thick barrel of the cannon.

After the high priest gave the task of copying, the lich Huys got busy with a group of people.

According to intelligence, the barrel of the human cannon is only one or two inches thick, and it is even less than half an inch for the new artillery.

But when they cast the barrel at this thickness, it was always blown up, and many people were killed and wounded.

Reducing the amount of charge, although the barrel can take a few more rounds, but the shells can't hit far, and it's better than not letting the catapult.

They had to thicken the barrel again and again, then increase the charge to increase the range, and if it exploded, they added a thicker barrel......

Caught in the cycle of adding more water and more water to the surface, after continuous realization, the super-large cannon barrel in front of me was finally created, which was also a super-large caliber cannon.

When there was an urgent need on the battlefield, he transported the cannon from the Semitic continent, but the lich Huyce himself did not know that his cannon barrel could withstand several fires.

Orlandini was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition rose in his heart, but after thinking about it, as long as it can be used, something is better than nothing.

Following the Lich Huyce's tone, he suddenly became a little helpless, shook his head, and said, "Although the principle of the cannon is very simple, we only know the trouble when we build it.

As such, they don't fire explosive cannonballs like human cannons, which we haven't mastered so far, as long as they use burst crystals as propellants.

The explosive powder made by humans is just too weird. Edwood got information that these powders were rich in the Force, and it was the Force that caused them to explode, but I studied it for a long time, and I still haven't figured out what the Force is, it's amazing......"

The lich Huyce kept complaining, meaning that the time given to him by the high priest was too short, and the time was too little, and the human alchemy materials that Edwood had snatched back lacked the most crucial parts.

This weapon is not yet ready for practical use, and it will be about another thirty or fifty years.

Thirty or fifty years is really not a long time for a lich's long life.

Orlandini was in the mood to vomit blood, and he was full of joy, ready to blast the Rumans and give them a taste of retribution.

I didn't expect the high priest to send him such a thing.

He interrupted the lich Huys, and asked with concern, "Master, what is this cannon for?"

"Oh, is this ......" A black iron ball the size of a human head suddenly appeared in the hand of the lich Huys, and said: "That's it, we have experimented with a lot of things, but the result was blown up by the burst crystal before it could be hit, and then someone mentioned that yì used this, and it was really good after the real yàn." ”

"It's ...... An iron ball?" Orlandini said dumbfounded, holding out his finger to touch it.

"Don't touch it~!" the lich Huys warned sharply, removed the iron ball in his hand, and said in a solemn tone: "It's poisonous, and if you touch it, you will die." We've solidified the dark spell inside, and when it is hit, the spell spreads quickly, killing the enemy. ”

Orlandini retracted his hand in fright, leaned back, as far away as he could from the iron ball, and asked, "How's the power?"

The hoarse voice of the lich Huyce rattled a few times like a night owl, and his dry twig-like hand stroked the surface of the iron ball, and his tone was very excited, "We have made dozens of real yàn with living people, and the lethality is huge~!"

Orlandini automatically filtered the phrase "make a real thing out of a living person", anyway, the lich never treats people as human beings, and in their eyes, killing dozens or hundreds of humans is like killing a flock of chickens.

He only cared about the power of the cannon, and when he heard the lich say that it was very lethal, Orlandini was a little relieved, and he waved his hand and said, "Then let's see."

Come on, push the cannon onto the battlefield~!"

"Whew~!" the Semitic soldiers let out a cry of excitement, and they all rushed up, thousands of people circling around the ten cannons.

They pulled and pushed, slowly moving the big heavy guys south.

A few miles away, hearing the commotion of the Semitic camp, the soldiers of the Skeleton Division had already stepped into position, guns in hand, and their eyes widened to search for the Semitic movement.