Release that Witch

The ray of the explosion flashed like a firefly in the night. .

Fanna lifted up the lookout and looked at the oasis in the distance.

The little torches of the stars become the best indicator of the target. The closer to the Iron Sands, the denser the number of torches. Thousands of flaming fires will outline the sand private land, which is also the main target of the artillery battalion.

After a while, the rumble sound came from the depths of the oasis.

"The drop point seems a bit biased," the cat claws who were watching.

"There is no way, the sand itself is not good for guns, only the first few shots can be used as a test shot." The pomelo peeled his head and put the next shell into the cannon.

"In short, let’s go far, if it falls on the head of the iron axe, we will all be finished."

"Reassure, the pub is far from the camp. If this can be hit, the shooting manuals prepared by the sages will have to be rewritten." Rodney pulled the rope, "prepare!"

"Open fire!" Fanna nodded.

The two fortresses fired again with a deafening roar. The flames ejected from the muzzle briefly illuminate the ground in front, and the rising dust slaps on the face, causing everyone to involuntarily squint their eyes.

The small oasis in the mouth of the Shamin is not really a town. It is just a camp formed by the clan outside the Tiesha City. No house is made of masonry, except for a small number of wooden buildings and sentry towers. Most of the rest are tents that are supported by leather and cloth.

Therefore, the killing effect caused by the fortress can be surprisingly good.

Vanner noticed that no matter where the projectile landed, the surrounding area would instantly darken, but it would soon be lit again. The former was caused by the explosion, and the torch and the torch were turned over, while the latter was the torch and the flammable. The building materials are mixed together to form a more dazzling pillar of fire.

This is the first time that the First Artillery Battalion used pre-ranging to arrange the strike of the artillery position according to the shooting table. The result is not much ideal. Fortunately, the fragile and flammable goal has made up for this defect. After several rounds of shelling, a large fire has already ignited in the private land of Sha, and several bright fires are spreading outward. With the whistling night wind, it seems to have a tendency to ignite the entire oasis. Although it is impossible to experience the shock of the shelling at close range, Vanner can fully imagine what kind of dilemma this so-called watchdog is currently caught in.

Unstoppable and inevitable, this is the **** of war in the mouth.

Praise the cannon!

Praise the big caliber cannon!

He smugly squatted at the fire rifle ambush in front of the field and the machine gun team on both sides, once again thanking himself for making the right choice.

The future wars will be dominated by artillery. As for the firearms... it is a supporting role for trapping and cleaning the battlefield.

......

It took a long time for Thuram to recover from the earth-shattering explosion. Until now, his ears still creaked, as if they had been slap in the face.

That is the Thunder that the Axe said?

After a deep thunder and a sharp whistling sound, a whistle tower was suddenly swallowed by a fireball not far from the tavern, and the whole tower was instantly torn apart! At the same time, the fierce roar of the explosion in his ear made him lose his hearing in a short time.

Through the holes that were thrown out of the wall, many tents were ignited by the smoldering smoldering debris, and soon became a pile of bigger bonfires. People screamed out of the fire, fell on the ground and struggled, trying to put out the flames, but only a few lucky people can do this.

Some of the sand people near the whistle tower fell softly on the ground and did not seem to have suffered any serious damage, but they could no longer stand up.

Damn, this is what thunder is, it is simply a raging fire!

Only the sky **** has such a terrible means.

Thuram thought that such a fierce attack would not last long, but he soon found himself wrong.

Thunder will sound once every half an hour or so, followed by fireballs and explosions, and he also noticed that the fireballs began to appear scattered, but not long after they gradually concentrated in the oasis The central place is where the watchdogs gather. Compared to these vassal clans, the watchdogs naturally occupy the most lucrative territory of the oasis.

At the moment, however, it has become a hell.

The pillars of fire are rising, as if the sky is burning.

The look he looked at the iron axe completely changed.

"The Three Gods are on... This is by no means the power you can have!" Thuram pulled the hoarse voice and said, "Where are you going to be? Who are the northerners?"

"A kind king," the iron axe replied. "He will bring oasis and order for the Mokinsha people."

"This is not possible." He subconsciously wants to say the word impossible, but when he sees the sea of ​​fire in the oasis, the last syllable seems to be stuck in his throat, and he can't make it.

"Unfortunately not everyone will be happy to accept such an order. The oasis gave birth to the sand people, and they also banned their thoughts. The killing and framing were all due to the struggle for survival. The oasis that gave birth to life was soaked with blood. It is ironic to say that it is stupid and short-sighted that the watchdog is obviously used to maintain the power of the big clan and to let the tribe suffer in the yellow sand and cognac."

"If this is said from the northern population, I am not surprised at all, but the iron axe..." Thuram shook his head with difficulty. "You are obviously born in the desert, why is there? Innocent thoughts? You can't help but know that if you don't kill and plunder, a limited oasis can't accommodate us with a growing population. Unless Mojin people can have the power to overwhelm the gray fort, it's impossible to rush out of this desert! And the effect is only a dead end, the northerners will never really trust us, the black bone clan and the sandstone clan are the best proof!"

For a rich territory, these two clan who had the opportunity to enter Tiesha City turned to the Queen of Water, Jiaxia, and the result? I heard that everyone was fed a strange pill that eventually turned into rotten flesh and blood, and promised to reward their territory, and in the end it became an empty talk.

“Is there no real...trust?” The iron axe showed a sigh of expression. “I originally thought so. But the facts tell me that there are always people who are born to break the rules.”

Suddenly, there was a rush of horseshoes outside the pub, and it was getting denser. Tullam didn’t need to know it. This is the watchdog’s counterattack team is gathering.

They may have lost the courage to make progress, but the skills and riding skills are not lost. As long as the enemy appears near the oasis, they will rush to the target like bloodthirsty sand worms. When he was preparing to remind the iron axe, he was caught by the other side and pulled to the window.

Not far away, he saw more flaming torches, heading towards the desert outside the oasis.

It seems that this group of watchdogs have already smelled the opponent's breath.

However, whether it is an iron axe or a black-haired goddess, the expressions are extraordinarily comfortable, and it seems that the cavalry team is not in the eye.

"What I said before, not everyone will be happy to accept the new order... Like a watchdog, I thought I could stop the Thunder." The mixed-breed whispered in his ear, the tone was like judging his fate. "But no matter if you accept the new order, it will come."