Daqin: I, Fusu, can summon the undead

Chapter 109: Firearms Demonstrate Power
"put!"

When the skeleton soldiers retreated back into the undead army, the corpse general commanding the artillery immediately gave an order, and two hundred red cannons roared at the same time.

The dense sound of artillery fire even hurt the eardrums of the elves hiding in the pits.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM~~~!”

The next second, five-kilogram blasting shells fell to the ground and instantly exploded into huge waves of fire.

The violent and frequent explosions made the elves in the pit dizzy, and the vibrations caused by the explosions made them unstable.

The shock wave and air blast quickly spread through the ruins of the forest, blowing up charred soil and broken wood, and the flying sand and gravel shot around like projectiles.

"It's over!!!"

Holding on to the wall of the pit while shaking, Oropher looked at the continuous horrific explosions outside, the huge broken wood and rocks that were blown away, and the huge pits that were blown out. His heart was already chilled.

This unprecedented weapon was completely beyond his expectations and shocked him greatly.

At this moment he had many thoughts. He didn't know what the elves could use to resist this terrifying weapon that had such a long attack distance, such a wide killing range, and was as shocking as thunder.

Not only the elves, I'm afraid there are few races in the world that can withstand the attack of such weapons, and not many buildings can withstand the destruction of such weapons.

Amid the constant explosions and tremors, the elves could only huddle in the pits, enduring the discomfort brought by the loud noises of the explosions and the tremors of the earth, praying that their hiding places would not be hit directly.

"put…!"

"put…!"

"put…!"

In front of the army of the undead, the commanding corpse general shouted orders again and again.

The corpse soldiers kept cleaning the gun barrel, then loading it with powder, compacting it, putting in shrapnel shells, igniting and firing, repeating the process over and over again.

There are also two zombie soldiers who are specifically responsible for cooling the outer wall of the gun barrel.

At this time, even if ten zombie soldiers were operating a cannon, they would still be extremely busy.

But these tasks can only be done by corpse soldiers. If ordinary skeleton soldiers are used as substitutes, in such a dense artillery formation, it will only take a few rounds for the sound of the artillery to shatter the ordinary skeleton soldiers.

Amidst rounds of cannon fire, the front of the Undead army was slowly covered by white smoke.

Some elves saw that the undead army was severely covered by white smoke, and they shouted immediately, climbed out of the pits and rushed towards the undead army.

The intention was to seize the opportunity when the white smoke obscured the vision of the undead, rush to the front of the undead army in one go, and destroy or seize these powerful weapons first.

Otherwise, these weapons will definitely bring huge casualties and troubles to the elves and other races in subsequent wars.

However, when these elves rushed out of the pit, their every move had already entered the sharp eyes of the lone eagle scouting in the sky.

"cry……"

While the zombies were reloading, the cry of the bone eagle sounded in the sky, with a long tone.

"Raise your gun and shoot!"

Hearing the Bone Eagle's warning, the corpse general commanding the musket corpse soldiers immediately shouted loudly.

The musket zombies also raised their muskets and pulled the trigger without aiming.

"Bang bang bang..."

The dense sound of muskets rang out, and the white smoke from the muzzles made the white smoke in the army formation even thicker.

Amid the dense gunfire, many of the elves that rushed out of the pits suddenly had streams of blood spurting out of their bodies, and fell straight down on the road of charge.

After a round of volleys from the musket zombies, they immediately reload their pills.

At the same time, a new round of artillery fire rang out. Two hundred shrapnel shells exploded among the charging elves one after another. The air waves and shock waves knocked the charging elves to the ground one by one.

The violent shrapnel and the exploded gravel flew everywhere among the charging elves. The lucky elves were only hit by a few bruises from the flying dirt. The unlucky ones were directly hit by the shrapnel or even directly hit by the shells and exploded into pieces.

In the pit, watching the tribesmen who rushed out fall one by one, Oropher gritted his teeth, climbed out of the pit and shouted loudly: "Retreat! Retreat!"

In this situation, they will only suffer meaningless casualties. Now, while there is white smoke in front of the undead formation, retreat is the best option.

Hearing Oropher's order, the elves, who had already been shocked by the bombardment of artillery shells and had dizziness and tinnitus, did not hesitate. They climbed out of the pits, shouting to each other, and followed Oropher to quickly retreat to the forest behind.

"cry!"

In the sky, the cries of bone eagles rang out again.

"Extended Shot!"

The two corpse generals heard the deliberate cries and simultaneously gave the order to extend the firing.

All at once the musketeers adjusted their firing angles, and the artillerymen began adding propellant to the cannons.

In the charred ruins of the forest, Oropher led the elves to retreat quickly, thinking that they would be safe after retreating, but the next moment projectiles began to fall around them, constantly stirring up the dust on the ground, and shells continued to fall among them, exploding huge waves of fire.

Oropher's teeth were almost broken as he watched the elves retreating around him fall one after another.

In order to break the impasse, the elves threw away their image and elegance, and thought that this ambush would be successful.

But he didn't expect that the undead would have such powerful weapons, which directly broke his carefully arranged ambush and inflicted huge casualties on them.

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"Withdraw! What will you do in the next confrontation?"

In the army of the undead, Enke looked through the dense white smoke at the elves retreating into the forest.

"Stop shooting! Clean up the battlefield immediately, collect the elves' bodies, count them, and immediately transport them to Kandor. The king has been waiting for the elves' bodies for a long time. They are the best shooters with guns."

"Keep clearing the way! Burn the forest!"

Enke gave instructions to the death-level skeletons around him.

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In the forest on the other side of the firebreak, after Oropher led the elves to retreat, they returned dejectedly to the deeper parts of the forest like defeated dogs.

In this battle, apart from the initial ambush of several thousand undead who were clearing the road, they did not gain much results. Instead, more than 10,000 of their people were killed and nearly 20,000 were injured. If it were not for Oropher's decisiveness, more than half of the people would have been killed or wounded, or even the entire army would have been wiped out, and the results would have been slim.

This battle also brought down their morale.

This was all because the secret weapons of the undead were too powerful. Not only did their range far exceed the bows and arrows in their hands, their power was also extremely terrifying, and the suppression on them was too great.
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Isengard~
Saruman and Gandalf stood in front of the Crystal of Truth, both of them looked heavy-hearted. Saruman said solemnly: "Gandalf, we are in big trouble!"

The scene reflected by the crystal of true knowledge was the battle outside the Mirkwood.

A dozen or so skeleton dragons were already enough to give them a headache, but now this new weapon of the Undead was giving them a headache no less than that of the dozen skeleton dragons, and even more than that.

After all, the undead's new weapons can be mass-produced.

(End of this chapter)