The familiar and unfamiliar Oriental dialect fell on the young man's ears, and he couldn't help but want to laugh a little, and then he remembered his identity, nodded slightly, turned around and picked up an arquebus to fill the vacancy of the caravan guard.

The two desert sword girls glanced at each other, and they both felt a little inexplicable, and they couldn't understand the young oriental's thoughts, but the main force of the desert bandits was about to arrive, and it was indeed not the time for idle talk and laughter.

So, the figures of the two were blurred for a while, and they didn't know what weird body tricks they used, so they disappeared on the spot. This scene fell in the eyes of the descendant, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder: "It's a little interesting! Using the blind spots of light and shadow and vision to blend in with the surrounding environment, a very clever trick to cover the eyes! It's a bit of a stabbing master...... Hey, it can't be a killer trained by the famous old man in the mountains!"

At this moment, Gosim, the leader of the "Charcoal Burner", a heavy chariot gang that drove the steam engine to pull the tracks and then drive the small steel parts to be assembled, found that the sixteen motorized iron horses acting as the vanguard had launched an attack, and all disappeared into the caravan defense circle like a demonic fortress, feeling that the prey was very tricky, and immediately changed the plan of the raid.

"Stop on the spot...... Whirlwind cannon, level 1 ready!"

With the order of the leader of the charcoal burning party, Gosim, the steel heavy chariot matching his status immediately sounded its whistle, violently spewing out thick white steam, and the Iron King Eight, who was larger than the pack beast, immediately slowed down.

When four nine-toothed nail rake-like draggers were lowered behind the heavy chariot, and as the claws of these vicious steel demons clawed at the ground sand, the heavy chariot, armed to the teeth, finally came to a noticeable halt.

At this moment, the baffle in front of the heavy chariot was lowered with a bang, the swing arms of the two whirlwind cannons were erected with a bang, and the wire ropes on the stainless steel shafts were constantly twisted, making a creaking noise.

At the same time, two fat and strong wrestlers worked together to push the granite ball with both hands around the diameter to roll into the soft leather bowl. The person in charge of aiming quickly calculates the trajectory of the stone and calculates the approximate landing point so that it can be easily adjusted.

The traction force of the steam engine is worth the hands of nearly 100 people, and the whirlwind cannon, which was originally very labor-intensive and material, has evolved to a higher level and become more convenient because of the progress of "science and technology".

At a time when artillery technology is strictly controlled by the government, it is not an easy task for desert bandits to obtain the blueprints of the whirlwind cannon and successfully create it. In fact, along with the steel chariots, it took nearly five years of accumulation by the leader of the Charcoal Party, Gosim, and if it weren't for the amount of money thrown into it, he wouldn't have played the role of a desert bandit on the fly.

"Launch!"

The pins of the card slot were kicked open with a hammer, and the metal hinge that lost its limit and rotated rapidly, gave all the kinetic energy that had been accumulated for a long time to the swingarm rocker, and then drove the round stone ball in the leather bowl and threw it high into the air at an astonishing speed.

After ascending to a limit altitude, the kinetic energy of the whirlwind cannon is depleted in order to defy the force of gravity, and the round stone ball no longer lifts, but begins to slowly descend.

The tumbling stone ball streaked through a near-perfect parabola in the air, crossed a long distance, and gradually approached the area where the target caravan was located.

With a bang, the back shell of a pack beast was violently hit by the stone ball, because of the texture as hard as steel, in this hard-to-face confrontation, it obviously had the upper hand, and the stone ball collapsed and cracked on the spot, and even shattered into slag and gravel, and fell down with a bang.

However, the beast of burden also received a considerable blow, and the part of the attack obviously showed signs of cracking, spider web-like radioactive cracks, and the body hidden in the turtle's shell was also impacted, producing a slight feeling of motion sickness.

The beast's adverse reaction was immediately informed by the beast trainer in charge of driving the car, and after telling the caravan owner, everyone knew that this time the offense against their opponent was too strong.

When the adventist heard the chaotic shouting and scolding, he immediately understood the current battle situation: "If you defend for a long time, you will lose, take the initiative to attack!" However, this is likely to be in the hands of the enemy, and those Iron Kings made of steel are not easy to deal with!"

Remembering the life-saving grace of his body, the young Oriental decided to take a risk, and at the moment with an arquebus on his back and a scimitar in his hand, he sprang out of the line of defense of the caravan alone, and instead of charging head-on, he took a detour and ran to the flank of his opponent.

The observer of the desert bandits, who was located on a high place, immediately noticed the response of his prey, but when he realized that the person who had launched the counterattack was only a teenager, he sneered and did not intend to report it to the leader.

"What can one person do? Look down on our charcoal burners? It's just a joke!"

Standing on the fifteen-blade-high watchtower of the steel chariot, the lookout man couldn't help but laugh, and the hot wind that passed quickly and violently blew away his voice, and it did not reach the ears of the leaders below at all.

Even if he really issued a warning, with Gosim's temper, he wouldn't care about a mere kid, after all, his attention was now focused on the prey that was shocked by the steel whirlwind cannon.

It is an obvious fact that there are differences of opinion within the caravan, and no matter how strong the beast of burden, with a defensive hardness comparable to that of a city wall, it cannot withstand the repeated attacks of the whirlwind cannon.

When one of the pack beasts is injured and goes berserk, these tame creatures will go crazy and quickly spread this terrible emotion to the other companions.

Once all the pack beasts have revolted, they can no longer quietly form a defensive circle, thus exposing the caravan's goods, the most valuable fat, and the rest is logical.

The fighting troops of the charcoal burners will take 30% of them as compensation for this battle, after all, the black coal costs money, and the water in the steam engine is as expensive as gold for the desert dwellers.

"Open the turtle shell of your prey for me...... Whirlwind cannon, level 1 ready!"

The leader Gosim's voice was still bold and magnificent, and in the ears of the members, it felt like the most beautiful voice in the world, and they couldn't help but cheer loudly, as if the fall of the forward rider had never happened at all.

At this moment, the young Oriental, in a small circle, had already reached the flank of his opponent with a quick pace, took off the arquebus from his back, bit open the medicine bag with great skill, poured gunpowder into the barrel, took off the strip and compacted the gunpowder, and poured in a lead bullet.

Sitting on one knee on the ground, with the handle of his gun on his knee, he took a deep breath and felt everything around him fall silent, then he leaned his eyes over and aimed at the man who was clearly the leader of the steel heavy chariot, and pulled the trigger sharply.

The flaming fire rope was pulled and slammed into the pool, and the rapidly burning powder particles burst out with a large amount of gas, pushing the lead bullet down the barrel of the gun.

With a snap, I don't know if luck came, but the buckshot hit the side of the face of Gosim, the leader of the charcoal burning party, and was only a finger away from the vital temple.

Gosim, who was inadvertently hit hard, immediately turned black in front of him, as if he had been hit by the hook of a senior gladiator of the Colosseum, and fell unconscious on the spot, screaming and screaming in fright and left and right of his cronies, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone on both sides of the enemy.

"Retreat...... Retreat!"