The light of the explosion was fleeting, like a firefly appearing in the night. .
Fanner raised the telescope and looked at the oasis in the distance.
The dotted torches became the best sign to indicate the target. The closer to the Iron Sand City, the denser the number of torches. Thousands of dancing flames outlined the sand camp, which was also the main target of the artillery battalion.
After a while, the rumbling sound came from the depths of the oasis.
"The landing point seems to be a little off," muttered Catpaw, who was also observing.
"No way, it's not easy to set up a cannon in the sand, so I can only use the first few shots as a test shot." Youpi had already loaded the next cannonball into the cannon while he was talking.
"Anyway, fight farther away, if it falls on the head of Iron Axe, we are all finished."
"Don't worry, the tavern is far away from the camp. If this can be hit, the shooting manual compiled by the sages will have to be rewritten." Rodney pulled up the firing rope, "Prepare!"
"Fire!" Fanner nodded.
The two fortress cannons made a deafening roar again, and the flames ejected from the muzzles briefly illuminated the ground in front of them.
The small oasis in the mouth of the sand people is not a real town. It is just a fortress formed by the clans gathered outside the iron sand city. , most of the rest are tents made of leather and cloth.
Therefore, the killing effect of the fortress cannon is surprisingly good.
Fanner noticed that no matter where the cannonball landed, the surrounding area would instantly go dark, but soon it would light up again. The building materials were mixed together to form a more dazzling fire column.
This is the first time that the 1st Army Artillery Battalion used pre-ranging to arrange artillery positions according to the firing table. The results were far from ideal, but the fragile and flammable targets more or less made up for this shortcoming. After several rounds of artillery shelling, a big fire had already ignited in the sand camp, and several bright fires were spreading outward. With the help of the whistling evening wind, it seemed that the entire oasis had a tendency to ignite. Although he could not experience the shock brought by the shelling at close range, Fanner could fully imagine what kind of predicament this group of so-called watchdogs was currently in.
Unstoppable, unavoidable, this is the God of War in His Majesty's mouth.
Praise the cannon!
Praise the large-caliber cannon!
He glanced proudly at the musket battalion ambushed in front of the position and the machine gun teams on both sides, once again thankful that he had made the right choice.
The future wars will be dominated by artillery, as for the musket... it's just a supporting role used to patch leaks and clean up the battlefield.
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It took a long time for Thuram to recover from the earth-shattering explosion, and until this moment, his ears were still buzzing, as if he had been slapped hard.
Is that the thunder that Iron Axe said
After the low thunder and the sharp whistling sound, a tower not far from the tavern was suddenly swallowed by a fireball, and the entire tower was torn apart in an instant! At the same time, the violent roaring god in his ear made him lose his hearing for a short time.
Through the smashed holes in the wall, it can be seen that many tents were ignited by the flying bonfire debris, and soon turned into piles of larger bonfires. People screamed and ran out of the fire, fell to the ground and struggled, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but unfortunately only a few lucky people could do this.
There were also some sand people who were close to the sentry tower, who slumped softly to the ground, which did not seem to be seriously injured, but could not stand up again.
Damn, what kind of thunder is this, it is simply a fire from the sky!
Only God the Heavenly Father has such terrifying means.
Thuram thought that a violent attack like this would not last long, but he soon discovered that he was wrong.
The sound of thunder would sound every half an hour or so, followed by fireballs and explosions, and he also noticed that the place where the fireballs appeared at the beginning was a little scattered, but it didn't take long before they gradually concentrated on the oasis. The central place is where the watchdogs gather. Compared with their vassal clans, the watchdogs naturally occupy the most fertile territory of the oasis.
However, at this moment, it has become a hell.
The pillars of fire were soaring, as if the sky were burning.
The way he looked at the iron axe changed completely.
"Three gods are on top... This is definitely not the power you can have!" Thuram pulled his hoarse voice and said in a trembling voice, "In the end... Who did you rely on? Those northerners?"
"A gracious king," replied Iron Axe, "who will bring oasis and order to the people of Mojin."
"This is impossible." He subconsciously wanted to say the word impossible, but seeing the sea of fire spreading in the oasis, the last syllable seemed to be stuck in his throat and could not be pronounced.
"Unfortunately, not everyone would be happy to accept such an order. The oasis nurtured the sand people and imprisoned their minds. The fighting and frame-up were all due to the struggle for a place to live. Instead, the oasis that nurtured life was soaked with blood and had to It's an ironic thing to say. As for the watchdog, which is obviously used to maintain the power of the big clan and make the clan suffer in the sand and dryness, it is even more stupid and short-sighted."
"If these words came from the northerners, I wouldn't be surprised at all, but Iron Axe..." Thuram shook his head laboriously, "You are obviously a mixed blood born in the desert, why are you so naive What do you think? You can't help but know that if we don't fight and plunder, the limited oasis will not be able to accommodate our growing population. Unless the Mojin people can have the power to overwhelm Greycastle, it will be impossible to rush out of this desert! Cooperation and There is only one dead end for us to serve, the northerners will never really trust us, and the Blackbones and Sandstone clans are the best proofs!"
For the sake of a fertile territory, these two clans who had the opportunity to enter the Iron Sand City turned to serve the Queen of Clear Water Garcia. What happened? I heard that everyone was fed a strange pill that turned into rotting flesh, and that the territory promised to reward them turned out to be empty words.
"Won't there be true... trust?" Iron Axe showed a hint 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 hooves outside the tavern, and it became more and more dense. Thuram didn't have to look to know that this was the watchdog's counterattack team gathering.
They may have lost the courage to advance, but their skills and riding skills have not been lost. As long as the enemy appears near the oasis, they will pounce on the target like bloodthirsty sandworms. When he was about to remind Iron Axe, he was grabbed by the collar and pulled to the window.
Not far away, he saw more lively torches running towards the desert outside the oasis.
It seems that this group of watchdogs has already smelled the opponent's breath.
However, whether it was the iron axe or the black-haired goddess, the expressions were extraordinarily comfortable, and it seemed that they did not take this cavalry team in their eyes at all.
"What I said before, not everyone will be happy to accept the new order... Just like a watchdog, thinking that he can stop the Thunder." The half-blood whispered in his ear, as if he was pronouncing his fate, "But whether you accept it or not the new order will come."