Release that Witch Chapter 746: Burning night
The light of the explosion is fleeting, like a glow of fire in the night. .
Van'er raises the looking glass and looks at the oasis in the distance.
The little torches have become the best indicator of the target. The closer to the Iron Sand City direction, the denser the number of torches. Thousands of flaming fires outlined Sandpeople camp, which was also the main target of the artillery battalion.
It took a while before the rumble came from deep in the oasis.
"The landing point seems a bit off," muttered Cat's Claw, who was also observing.
"No way, the sand itself is not good at mounting guns, only the first few shots can be used as test shots." While Jop was talking, he had loaded the next shell into the barrel.
"Should go a long way, if we fall on the head of Lord Iron Axe, we are all done."
"Don't worry, the tavern is far away from camp. If you can hit this, the shooting manuals prepared by the sages will have to be rewritten." Rodney pulled up the firing line, "prepare!"
"Fire!" Van'er nodded.
The two stronghold guns once again made a deafening roar. The flames emitted from the muzzle briefly illuminated the ground in front of them, and the rising sand and dust hit their faces, causing everyone to close their eyes involuntarily.
The small oasis in the mouth of Sandpeople is not a real town. It is just a camp formed by Clan surrounded by Iron Sand City. None of the houses are built with bricks stone steps, except for the low-rise buildings and sentry towers built with a small amount of wood. Most of the rest are tents made of leather and cloth.
So the killing effect of the stronghold cannon is surprisingly good.
Van'er noticed that no matter where the shell fell, the surrounding area will instantly darken, but it will soon light up again. The former is caused by the air waves caused by the explosion overturning the tent and the torch, while the latter is the torch grease and the Flammable building materials are mixed together to form a more dazzling pillar of fire.
This is the first time that the First Army artillery battalion has used advance ranging to arrange the cannon position's strike based on the firing table. The result is not so ideal. Fortunately, fragile and flammable targets make up for this deficiency. After several rounds of artillery fire, a fire has been set in Sandpeople camp, and several bright flares are spreading outward. With the whistling evening wind, there is a tendency to ignite the entire oasis. Although it is impossible to experience the shock caused by the shelling at close range, Van'er can fully imagine what kind of dilemma these so-called watchdogs are currently in.
Unstoppable, unavoidable, this is the **** of war in the mouth of Your Majesty.
Praise the cannon!
Praise the big cannon!
He glanced proudly at the Firearm Battalion ambush in front of the position and the machine gun teams on both sides, once again grateful that he had made the right choice.
The future wars will be dominated by cannon. As for firearms ... it is only a supporting role to fill leaks and clean the battlefield.
...
Thuram did not return from the heaven-shaking's dynamic blast for a long time. Until this moment, his ears were still buzzing, as if someone had slapped him hard.
That's what Thunder is called by Iron Axe?
After the low thunder and sharp howling, a sentry tower not far away from the tavern was suddenly swallowed by a ball of fire, and the whole tower was instantly torn apart! At the same time, the loud roar that blew in his ears caused him to lose his hearing for a short time.
You can see through the smashed holes in the wall that many tents were ignited by the splashing campfire fragments, and soon became a pile of larger campfires. People screamed and ran out of the fire, tumbling on the ground and struggling, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but unfortunately only a few lucky people could do it.
The other part of the Sandpeople, which was close to the sentry tower, collapsed softly and apparently did not seem to have suffered any serious injuries, but never got up again.
Damn, what is this Thunder? It's a heavenly fire that fell into the world!
Only Father Sky has such terrible means.
Thuram thought that such a fierce attack would not last long, but he soon found himself wrong.
Thunder sounds every half an hour or so. Fireballs and explosions must follow, and he also noticed that the place where the fireballs first appeared was a little scattered, but it didn't take long before Concentrated on the center of the oasis, where the watchdogs gather, compared to their dependent Clan, the watchdogs naturally occupy the most fertile land in the oasis.
At this moment, however, it has become a hell.
The pillar of fire rises as if the sky is burning.
His gaze towards Iron Axe has completely changed.
"Oh Three Gods ... This is by no means the power you can have!" Thuram pulled open the hoarse voice and said with a tremor, "Who the **** did you trust? Those north people?"
"A benevolent king," Iron Axe answer, "he will bring oasis and order for Mojin Sandpeople."
"This is not possible" He subconsciously wanted to say the word impossible, but when he saw the sea of fire spreading in the oasis, the last syllable seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't pronounce it.
"Unfortunately, not everyone will be willing to accept such an order. The oasis gave birth to Sandpeople and imprisoned their thoughts. The killing and framing all arise from fighting for the place to live. The oasis that gave birth to life is soaked with blood. It must be said that it is an irony. As for the watchdog, which is obviously used to maintain the power of the big clan's and allow the people to suffer in the yellow sand and dryness, it is even more stupid and short-sighted.
"If these words are spoken from the north population, I'm not surprised at all, but Iron Axe ..." Thuram shook his head hard. "You obviously were born in the desert. Why do you have this? Naive thoughts? You impossible do n’t know. If we do n’t kill and plunder, the limited oasis will not be able to accommodate the growing population of us. Unless Mojin people can have overwhelming Greycastle's power, impossible will rush out of this desert! Cooperation and investment are only a dead end One, north people will never really trust us, Blackbone Clan and Sandstone Clan are the best proof! "
For the sake of a rich territory, these two Clan who had the opportunity to station in Iron Sand City turned and acted as Queen of Clear Water Garcia. What happened? I heard that everyone was fed a strange pill that eventually turned into rotten flesh, and the territory promised to reward them became empty words in the end.
"Will there be no real ... trust?" Iron Axe showed a sigh of emotion, "I thought so, too. But the facts tell me that there are always some people who are born to break the rules."
Suddenly, there was a rush of horseshoe sounds outside the tavern, and it was getting denser and denser. Thuram didn't need to look to know that this was the watchdog's counterattack team was gathering.
They may have lost the courage to be aggressive, but their skills and riding are not lost. As long as the enemy appears in the oasis nearby, they will pounce on the target like a bloodthirsty sandworm. When he was about to remind Iron Axe, he was grabbed by his collar and pulled to the window.
Not far away, he saw more fluttering torches running towards the desert outside the oasis.
It seems that these watchdogs have smelled the opponent's breath.
However, whether it is Iron Axe or the dark-haired goddess, the expression seems to be extraordinarily comfortable, and it seems that the cavalry team has not been regarded at all.
"What I said before, not everyone will be willing to accept the new order ... just like a watchdog, they think they can stop Thunder." The mulatto whispered in his ear, his tone as if condemning him The fate is ordinary, "But whether you accept it or not, the new order will come."