Luo Xinglong himself tied a black cloth on his forehead, and handed two more black cloths to Gus and Gray.
Many believers looked at the two siblings with piercing eyes.
The two siblings looked at each other, then picked up the black cloth and tied it on their foreheads.
The underground space was full of jubilation.
"Cannon! Cannon! Cannon!"
Someone shouted.
Accompanied by the sound of thunderous drums, a giant steam cannon that looked like a giant steel beast, composed of countless steam balls, pipes, gears and chains, was pushed out of the secret warehouse by nearly a hundred muscular and strong men. .
Luo Xinglong pulled the two siblings, stepped on the gears, and boarded the steam cannon.
"Do it!"
He shouted majestically.
…
This is bound to be a sleepless night.
It was the most important and tragic day in Qianyuan City's tens of thousands of years.
Since the morning, there has been a brigade belonging to the Fist Temple, and the loyal Iron Fist army has been rampaging aggressively in the streets and alleys.
With their fists cast in copper, they blasted open the doors of one family after another, and immediately there was a commotion and bursts of crying.
In a short time, people who were beaten up one by one, suspected of being evil believers, were dragged away like dead dogs, leaving shocking bloodstains on the rough bluestone slabs.
This time, the city-wide search and arrest was very noisy. In the afternoon, the streets and alleys were full of discussions. Almost all the people knew about the ravages of the Mechanics and the Steam Cult, and then thought of the lightning that appeared in the sky, and the legendary " When the "Holy Son" and "Holy Maiden" were born, there were different opinions for a while, people were panicked, and an ominous atmosphere was rippling over the city like a haze.
And many guys with gloomy faces who were among the crowd of onlookers also gathered together while making eye contact, whispering and discussing something.
These people spread like a virus, and they gathered together quietly, like a trickle of water converging into an ocean that is about to set off a stormy sea.
By the time the Fist Temple found out that the situation was wrong and tried to issue a ban so that all the residents of the city could stay at home obediently, it was already too late.
Ten minutes before dusk, suddenly—
"Woo!"
"Ohh Ohh ohh!"
In more than a dozen places in the city, from the towering chimneys, suddenly there was a sharp siren sound!
The steam-driven siren issued a scream that pierced the clouds and the sky, a brain-penetrating magic sound that has never appeared in the world of Boxing God since ancient times.
The sound spread throughout the city in an instant. It was creepy, but one couldn't help but feel excited, as if seeing the picture of the old world crumbling and the dawn of the new world coming.
A siren is an order.
For a moment, under the leadership of the bald giant "Tai Long", the death squads of the Machinery and Steam Cult who had already secretly gathered towards the granary in the south of Qianyuan City jumped out and charged madly towards the granary.
Those who guard the granary are naturally elite soldiers of the Iron Fist Army.
But due to their beliefs, it is impossible for them to use long-range weapons such as bows and arrows, ballistas, and trebuchets. They can only watch the red-eyed fanatics form a dark frenzy and crush them.
"Shhhhhhh!"
The ones who took the lead turned out to be fanatics. They didn't know how to talk about hand-to-hand combat with the Iron Fist Army. Everyone held a chain crossbow. During the charge, each person fired at least a dozen or twenty crossbow arrows. In order to use purple phosphorus, which burns in the wind, the shaft of the arrow is also soaked in tung oil, which is extremely flammable.
As a result, the sky filled with crossbow arrows blazed up in mid-air, turning into a rain of meteor fire, and smashed down.
Rao is the Iron Fist Army guarding the granary. They are all made of steel and iron, and they also have body protection, and they were also shot into a panic by these rockets.
Not to mention that a lot of crossbow arrows fell into the granary behind them, and gradually turned into a fire, which was out of control.
After the fanatics fired a round of crossbow arrows, they had no time to re-string, so they simply dropped the crossbow arrows and picked up the kerosene pump made of thick bamboo and wood behind them.
These pumps are filled with kerosene, pressurized by delicate machinery, and the kerosene can be sprayed out three to fifty feet with a single press of the wrench below.
Dozens of fanatics swept wildly with pumps at the same time, and a large amount of black kerosene poured down like a torrential rain, sticking to the iron fist army, as well as the grain depot gate and wall behind them, which could not be shaken off or washed clean. The little flame grew into a fire dragon with teeth and claws almost instantly, and rushed towards the Iron Fist army.
The poor Iron Fist Army, who has been hardworking for ten or even decades, is not much different from ordinary people in the face of the power of adding fuel to the fire.
Many Iron Fist soldiers screamed, ran and rolled unconsciously, but the ground was covered with kerosene. Their struggles could only make the fire intensify, and the scope continued to expand until they burned themselves into carbon balls.
There are also masters in the Iron Fist Army who immediately realized the danger, and used lightning-fast movements to leap high and avoid the attacks of crossbow arrows and kerosene.
But such masters, after all, are a minority among the minority—because the Fist Temple prohibits machinery and steam-related products, most Iron Fist soldiers have never even seen crossbow arrows, let alone what a kerosene pump is. Who would have thought that the big bamboo tube on his back would be such a vicious weapon
And these masters who escaped the attacks of crossbow arrows and kerosene have to face another inhuman and peerless weapon, that is, the high-pressure steam gun.
—Use the steam ball to store the steam compressed to the extreme, and then connect it to a sealed steel pipe, which is filled with metal projectiles, and then fill the gap with soft objects such as feathers.
Use such a high-pressure steam gun to aim at the enemy, pull the trigger, and the high-pressure steam will be released instantly, and the metal projectiles will spew out like magma, like a shotgun from another world, with a huge strike range.
The death squad led by Tai Long came prepared.
They were carefully planning how to capture the granary a year and a half in advance.
He also has a very careful understanding of the masters of the Iron Fist Army guarding this place.
More than a dozen steam guns fired at different angles, almost blocking all the way for the Iron Fist masters.
Immediately, several masters were shot to be riddled with wounds, and no matter what protective energy they had, they were all bombarded by the force of steam.
Even though the steel and iron bones could save their lives, hundreds of metal bullets embedded in the flesh and blood and even the bones still caused them to scream in pain, life was worse than death, and they basically lost their combat effectiveness.
Tai Long took advantage of the situation and led a large number of death squads to rush into the burning granary, making the fire even more insane.
By the time more Iron Fist troops arrived from all directions for reinforcements, the granary had been burnt out of control, and the rising smoke was like hundreds of black dragons entrenched in the sky above Qianyuan City. Priests, all are terrified!