Matthew listened to the series of artillery attacks, only felt terrified, he heard it clearly, it was the sound of the 155 caliber heavy howitzers of the rock, the convoy had only passed less than an hour, and now it would not be too close to the camp, but the artillery just opened fire, which can only mean that these artillery guns have long been aimed at their camp, and only their own group of cannon fodder are still there stupidly waiting for a counterattack.

Matthew was in a trance and almost fell off his horse, but then he clamped the horse's belly tightly, and after a moment, he took a deep breath and muttered, "Well, I'm lucky enough anyway, at least I didn't become a rat suffocating in a jar,......

"The Mechanical Heresy of the Wizarding World" Chapter 677 The Turtle in the Urn is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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