As the sun slowly rises in the east, the boundless darkness recedes towards the west like cháo water.

The north wind, which had been howling all night, gradually stopped, but at this time, the temperature was still below freezing, and it was cold to the bone.

Under such low temperatures, the ground has long been frozen as hard as stone.

In front of the Semitic camp, thousands of soldiers took off their thick winter coats and wore only a single layer of clothing, shouting trumpets, struggling to drag cannons weighing several tons, slowly moving little by little on the frozen hard land

Even though the weather was cold, the soldiers were tired and sweating profusely, and wisps of heat came out of their heads.

From afar, it was like a mist hanging over their heads.

They gritted their teeth, tightened their grip on the rope, tensed their muscles, and shouted in unison, struggling to pull the thick rope.

Ten heavy cannons slowly ran over the frozen ground, leaving deep marks in the rear.

Tens of thousands of Semitic soldiers, clad in armor and armed with weapons, lined up in a dense formation and followed behind the cannons, staring eagerly at the slowly moving cannons ahead.

For them, this is the guarantee of victory.

In order to boost morale, Orlandini had already exaggerated the purpose and power of these cannons tenfold, and then conveyed it. He also told his soldiers that this powerful weapon had been sent by the high priest himself

The excited soldiers burst into tears and screamed, and many even cut their fingers and swore to God that they would never fail to live up to the high priest's expectations, and would defend these powerful weapons with their lives and take the city of Ruman. Bloodbathed maple leaf danlin. Burning the Vatino. Let the great flag of darkness be planted in every corner of the world......

Dozens of robed dark mages followed closely beside the cannon, directing the soldiers who dragged the cannon.

In order to show themselves, many young and strong officers even took out their whips and beat their soldiers fiercely. Urging them to speed up. There was no fear of turning back to the battlefield and being released by those resentful soldiers.

At the rear of the group, Orlandini, dressed in military uniform, walked with the Lich Huys, both with happy smiles on their faces.

With the help of these ten heavy guns. On a large distance, it is possible to neutralize the enemy's weapon advantage. It also gave him hope for future victories.

Since the expedition to the Vatino has failed, and the army attacking Ruman on the Eastern Front has also fallen into a quagmire, on the entire Terran continent, only his own army is still rushing left and right, advancing triumphantly.

Now, Orlandini is the only general in the Semitic invasion to achieve success.

Just the current limelight, it is already the leading sāo, higher than several others.

Just keep up the good work and win Ruman. Then, with his proud achievements, he will be crowned the new king of Ruman by the high priest in the future. Even the king of the human race is not an impossible thing.

The abacus in his heart was ringing, and at this moment, a breeze blew, blowing away the faint mist in the distance.

The Lich Huyce stopped, took a serious look at the figure of the black sè in the mist in the distance, and then said, "This distance...... It should be fine. ”

Orlandini frowned slightly, then raised his head and looked at it carefully.

Although he had not learned any military ranging methods, with many years of experience, he could easily judge that it was at least five or six miles from their current position to the enemy's position.

He groaned for a moment, then whispered, "Is it any closer?"

The lich Huyce shook his head and said, "It's closer to the shè of the human cannon." ”

It was then that Orlandini suddenly woke up. The artillery possessed by humans could still destroy his cannons, and he immediately made up his mind that even if a few more soldiers died, he would protect these ten treasures.

At the same time, he clenched his left hand into a fist and slowly raised it.

The herald next to him immediately shouted loudly: "Stop~!"

With the order, officers at all levels also shouted loud slogans.

The soldiers who pulled the cannon stopped.

As if they had been pardoned, they sat down on the ground, rubbing their aching shoulders, and some even fell to the ground, panting for breath.

Lich Huyth glanced at them coldly, then waved at the dark mages and said, "Get moving, get to work." ”

The dark mages stepped forward one after another, driving away the soldiers who were pulling the cannons like cattle, and then began to nervously adjust the angle of the cannons.

Under their incessant cāo vertical, the muzzle of the black hole slowly raised.

Then they opened the boxes one by one, and carefully pushed the tightly wrapped burst crystals through the muzzle of the cannon, moving gently and slowly, for fear of making a mistake.

The burst crystal is extremely unstable, and if you are not careful, it is likely that they will blow up these dark mages.

After loading the shè medicine, the dark mage put a thick buckskin glove on his hand, took out the black sè iron balls in both hands, and pushed them into the cannon chamber.

Then, someone made a final check and adjusted the angle slightly. Then he made a gesture of ready.

The crowd retreated from the cannons.

Next to the cannon was only one Semitic soldier who was responsible for firing.

The man stood at the back of the cannon with a sledgehammer in his hand, and the order he received was simple: as soon as the order came, he raised the sledgehammer in his hand and struck it down towards the back of the cannon.

Originally, this glorious and simple job was performed by the dark mages, but now that there are so many cannon fodder, they are naturally happy to pick a replacement for the dead ghosts.

Although they could not see their faces, they could tell through the trembling legs that the Semitic soldiers were already trembling with excitement.

Therefore, everyone cast envious eyes on the ten selected warriors.

The lich Huys looked at it, and everything was ready, so he turned his head, looked at Orlandini, and said, "General, please give the order." ”

Orlandini was still stunned, and said, "This is ready?"

"Yes. Like I said. The principle of the cannon is simple. But the technology is complex. The lich Huyce patiently explained, and then couldn't help but let out an exclamation: "Humans are indeed a race of innovation. I really didn't think that alchemy could be played like this. ”

Orlandini's heart was shocked, and he glanced at him quietly: these words of praise for the Terrans were not something to be said casually. If it falls into the ears of someone with a heart, it will inevitably be made a small report or something.

But looking at Huyce's indifferent expression, he thought about it for a while, and in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, he automatically ignored the second half of the other party's sentence.

He coughed lightly. Then he glanced back at the soldier behind him.

I saw that they all gathered and looked at the ten cannons in front of the position, eager to see its power.

Orlandini immediately straightened his back, raised his arms high, and shouted, "Ready...... Put~!"

As he led it, the Semitic soldier behind the cannon raised his hammer and struck the iron rod at the end of the cannon.

Under the violent impact, the burst crystal in the barrel of the cannon exploded, making an earth-shattering loud noise.

"Boom~!"

It's like thunder on the ground.

A large ball of orange flame protruded from the muzzle of the cannon, spraying into the air,

The Semitic soldiers were taken aback. They didn't expect the cannon to be so terrifying when it fired, and they couldn't be deafened when they got close to it.

The massive artillery slammed into a slam of artillery. He instantly stepped back a few feet, leaving a long trail on the ground.

The Semitic soldiers did not care much, and stilted their feet into the distance, expecting the flames of the explosion from the Ruman's position.

But a few seconds later, there was silence in the Rumans' position.

Half a minute later, the explosion that everyone had been waiting for still did not happen.

One minute, five minutes......

By this time, the dark mages had stepped up again to reload their shells, but there was still no movement from the Rumans.

It was just a strange green mist that suddenly appeared in front of the Ruman's position, and then slowly drifted away.

There was a stir in the formation of the Semitic soldiers.

They looked at each other in surprise and asked each other, "What's the matter?"

"I don't know~!"

"Is it a dud?nǎinǎi, I know that these lichs are unreliable, and they always drop their chains at critical moments......"

"It's impossible that all ten of them won't explode, right?"

"Is this still artillery?"

“......”

While the soldiers were talking, Orlandini was also suspicious, and whispered to the lich Huyce, "Is this ...... Okay?"

In his opinion, nothing happened.

The cannon of Ruman shook the ground when it was hit, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere, with sound and light, and the effect was excellent. How to look at how to make people feel the cow 13 pull the wind.

But when it was my turn, a few cannons were easily released, and the sound was earth-shattering, but why didn't I see the explosion.

This feeling is like a person who has exerted the strength to eat nǎi, but only to release a little fart, which is extremely uncomfortable.

The lich Huys stared at the positions of the Rumans in the distance, nodded and said, "That's it, our cannonballs have begun to exert their power." ”

"Why didn't I see it?" said Orlandini, a little displeased.

The lich Huys pointed ahead and said, "That green smoke is." ”

"Huh?"

"Thankfully, it's a north wind. The hoarse voice of the lich Huyce let out an ugly laugh, and said, "If it is swept back by the south wind, then you will have to bear it." ”

Orlandini carefully observed the position of the Jumans, then shook his head, and said to himself: I knew that these lichs were unreliable.

Then he said, "Can we attack now?"

"Attack?" the lich Huyce gave him a strange look, chuckled, and said, "Are you crazy? ”

At this time, ten cannons fired at the same time again, and the roar shook the heavens and the earth.

×××××××

Kik, the machine gunner of a company of the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Division, Smit sat behind his precious machine gun, his hand holding the cold handle, his eyes wide, searching for the shadow of the enemy through the narrow window.

The cold poured into his neck, and Kirk now felt like frozen wood.

The deputy next to him kept stomping his feet, holding the magazine in his arms, and rubbing his hands quickly. A white mist came out of his mouth.

The soldiers outside the bunker lay on their stomachs on the icy ground. A gloved hand holds a gun. The other hand without gloves touched the trigger, and from time to time lowered his head and took a breath of hot air into his hand, warming the cold hand that was frozen.

It has been three hours since they were awakened by the movement of the Semitic tribes at night, and there was a constant noise in the direction of the enemy camp, obviously something big had happened, but several hours had passed, and there was still no shadow of the enemy Semitic.

Many soldiers yawned because they didn't sleep well.

"It would be much better if there was a sip of wine at this time. The deputy muttered in Kik's ear.

gave him a blank look. said: "Be careful that the company commander caught you and beat you to death, and you still want to drink." ”

"Boss, don't you know, in my hometown, the colder it is, the more I have to drink spirits, take two sips of hot wine, and look at the cold outside, this feels ......" The deputy smacked his tongue, as if saliva was about to slip out.

Kik felt like the cravings in his stomach had been ticked out. couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth, and kicked his deputy angrily. Said: "After the battle, I will invite you to drink in the restaurant in Ruman City, now, give me a jīng god, I can't be killed by a bunch of people with big blades." ”

The deputy shrugged helplessly, and was about to speak......

Suddenly, a thunderous roar rang out.

The Skeleton Division soldiers in the trenches were suddenly stunned and looked at the positions ahead.

"The enemy is coming?" Kirk hurriedly lay down in front of the machine gun, his hands clenched and his arms clenched, ready to be fired.

But the position in front of him was empty, there was nothing.

"Hell, who called the artillery?" shouted the Skeleton Division soldiers outside.

"What's going on, where is the enemy?"

Just when everyone was confused, the company commander suddenly shouted: "Shelling, all hide~!"

Seeing that his subordinates were still stunned, looking at himself stupidly, the company commander shouted anxiously: "The enemy's artillery fire, hidden, hidden~!"

This time the soldiers all understood that the Semitic cannon on the opposite side was firing, and when they suddenly heard the news, they were all frozen.

The soldiers of the Skeleton Division have long been accustomed to the generational advantage of their weapons, and there is a sense of superiority in psychology We have all used automatic weapons, and you are still stuck in the era of cold weapons, and you will not waver for a hundred years.

Not to mention that the security forces also have artillery known as the god of war.

Even in the face of a large number of enemies, the soldiers of the security army were never afraid in their hearts, believing that the weapons in their hands were invincible to the enemy.

And this kind of weapon, the enemies of the security forces cannot have it for two hundred years.

The confidence in the cash weapons in his hands kept the morale of the security army high, and they never doubted that the victory was their own.

Because it is impossible for a sword to defeat a machine gun or a cannon, these words were said by Lord Lorraine, the god of war and even the high priest.

Moreover, it turns out that this sentence is not bad at all.

In the actual battle the day before yesterday, the Skeleton Division repelled the attack of thousands of Semites with only one battalion of troops, killing and wounding a large number of enemies.

The soldiers were sure that no matter how many Semites rushed up, they would fall under their rifles and artillery fire.

Now that they suddenly heard that artillery had appeared in the enemy's place, the shock in the hearts of the soldiers can be imagined.

Before the soldiers had time to think about it, several black dots fell from the sky with a whistling sound, and then smashed on the ground in front of the position, making a muffled sound, and then spun and jumped, flying forward.

"Concealment~!"

The soldiers immediately retreated into the trenches, holding their heads tightly in their hands, gritting their teeth and preparing to be bombed.

But after a long time, the expected explosion did not come.

Kikke, because he had bunker cover, didn't have much to worry about when the shells rolled over.

The shells that hit him near him couldn't hurt him, and the shells that were hitting the bunker didn't have to worry, they all shattered anyway.

He watched as several iron balls the size of a man's head bounced all the way and stopped not far from the trench.

A few seconds passed, and there was no movement at all, just smoke and no explosion.

Kick had seen the early guns of the Security Army, which used these round shells, and the explosion was always delayed by a few seconds.

But half a minute passed, and the smoke from the shells became even greater, and a thick fog had formed, drifting against the ground, and the shells still did not explode.

"What, it's a dud~!" the deputy pouted and said disdainfully.

Kikke, however, had a bad feeling.

The company commander was lying on the edge of the trench with a revolver in his hand, poking his head out and looking out, also with a puzzled expression.

A layer of green mist floated in front of the position, spreading out in all directions, moving slowly.

"What the hell?" the company commander looked left and right, then waved his hand and said in a loud voice, "Big Jom, gringos, go up and have a look." ”

"Yes~!", the two soldiers agreed loudly, now throwing their rifles out of the trench, and then crawling out with their hands and feet.

Two men were bent on their waists, one with a rifle with a knife, and one with a shotgun, and they carefully walked towards the enemy's shells.

A cold wind blew, and a green mist shrouded the figures of the two.

The soldiers in the trenches craned their necks and poked their heads forward to look forward, unblinking, at the mist drifting a few meters in front of the position.

It was surprisingly quiet, there was no sound at all in the mist, not even the footsteps of two people could be heard.

The eerie silence gave the soldiers of the Skeleton Division an indescribable sense of apprehension, as if something was about to happen.

Suddenly, from the green mist, there was a rush of panicked footsteps.

The two soldiers who had just come out of the trench ran back in panic, but they looked a little scary now.

The two men threw away their weapons, their expressions were hideous, their hands were clenched by their throats, their eyeballs bulged out like dead fish, as if they had seen something terrible, their feet staggered, they fell to the ground two meters away from the trench, and rolled on the ground in pain.

A few people jumped out of the trench, stepped forward and grabbed the clothes of the two people, and dragged them into the trench.

The military doctor quickly ran over, tore open the gringo's clothes, pressed on him, and said urgently: "Where is the injury?"

The two of them rolled on the ground in pain, kicked their feet back and forth, dug out the dirt, their hands were protruding, and several people couldn't hold down their strength.

With a coughing sound in his throat, the company commander knelt beside the two people and said anxiously: "What's the matter, what happened?"

Da Jom suddenly reached out and grabbed the company commander's arm, raised his neck hard, looked at the company commander with yellowed eyes, and struggled: "Dut, doo......"

Then there was a violent spasm, and he fell to the ground motionless.

"What's the matter?" The company commander raised his head in confusion, looking at the green smoke that had drifted to the trench, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he yelled in panic: "Poisonous, retreat, retreat~!"

It took Kick less than two seconds to quickly remove the machine gun from the shelf and slam it on his shoulder with a roar.

The deputy also wanted to collect the machine gun mount, but Kik hurriedly said: "Don't do it, go quickly~!"

As he spoke, he rushed out of the bunker.

The deputy picked up the box with bullets on the ground, staggered, got up from the ground with his hands and feet, and ran after Kikke.

Kirk clutched the heavy machine gun on his shoulder, and glanced back, only to see the smoke of the green sè rolling into the trench, engulfing the company commander who was running wildly. (To be continued.) )