Chapter 746 Burning Night

The light of the explosion was fleeting, like fireflies suddenly appearing in the night.

Van Na raised the binoculars and looked at the oasis in the distance.

The scattered 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 clearly outlined the Shamin 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 bit off," the cat's paw, who was also observing, muttered.

"I can't help it. It's not easy to fire a gun in the sand, so I can only treat the first few rounds as test shots." While talking, Yupi loaded the next round into the barrel.

"Anyway, let's fight farther away. If it falls on Mr. Iron Axe's head, we will all be finished."

"Don't worry, the tavern is far away from the camp. If you can hit this, the shooting manual compiled by those sages will have to be rewritten." Rodney pulled the firing rope, "Get ready!"

"Fire!" Van Na nodded.

The two fortress guns let out a deafening roar again, and the flames ejected from the muzzles briefly illuminated the ground in front of them, and the raised dust hit their faces, causing everyone to squint their eyes involuntarily.

The small oasis mentioned by the sand people cannot be regarded as a real town. It is just a camp formed by clans gathering outside the iron sand city. There is no house made of bricks and stones, except for a small number of low buildings and sentry towers built of wood. , and most of the rest are tents propped up by leather and cloth.

Therefore, the killing effect caused by the fortress artillery is surprisingly good.

Vanner noticed that no matter where the shell landed, the surroundings would instantly go dark, but would light up again soon—the former was because the air waves caused by the explosion overturned the tent and torches, while the latter was because the torch grease and Flammable building materials were mixed together to create an even more dazzling pillar of fire.

This is the first time that the Artillery Battalion of the First Army has used pre-ranging to arrange artillery positions according to the shooting table. The result is not ideal, but the fragile and flammable target more or less makes up for this shortcoming. After several rounds of shelling, a fire had already ignited in the Shamin camp, and several clusters of bright flames were spreading outwards. With the help of the howling evening wind, it seemed that there was a tendency to ignite the entire oasis. Although he couldn't experience the shock and awe brought by the shelling at close range, Faner could fully imagine what kind of predicament these so-called watchdogs are currently in.

Unstoppable, unavoidable, this is what His Majesty calls the God of War.

Praise the cannon!

Praise the big caliber cannon!

He glanced triumphantly at the musket battalion ambushing in front of the position and the machine gun teams on both sides, and once again thanked himself for making the right choice.

All future wars will be dominated by artillery. As for guns... they are just a supporting role used to make up for gaps and clean up the battlefield.

...

It took Thuram a long time to recover from the earth-shattering explosion, until now, his ears were still buzzing, as if he had been slapped severely.

Is that the thunder that Iron Ax said?

After the low thunder and sharp whistles, a sentry tower not far from the tavern was suddenly engulfed by a ball of fire, and the entire tower was torn apart in an instant! At the same time, the violent roar that exploded in his ears made him lose his hearing for a short time.

Through the holes smashed 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, rolled and struggled, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but only a lucky few could do this.

Some of the sand people who were close to the sentry tower collapsed limply on the ground—it didn't look like they had been seriously injured, but they couldn't stand up again.

Damn it, what kind of thunder is this?

Only Godfather Sky possesses such terrifying means.

Thuram thought that such a violent attack would not last long, but he soon found out that he was wrong.

Thunder would sound every half an hour or so, followed by fireballs and explosions, and he also noticed that the places where the fireballs appeared were a little scattered at first, but they gradually concentrated in the oasis after a while The center - that's where the watchdogs gather. Compared with their vassal clans, the watchdogs naturally occupy the most fertile territory in the oasis.

However, at this moment, it has become a hell.

Pillars of fire rose like the sky was burning.

The way he looked at Iron Ax completely changed.

"The three gods above... this is definitely not the power you can have!" Thuram pulled out his hoarse voice and said in a trembling voice, "Who on earth did you... have you taken refuge in? Those northerners?"

"A merciful king," Iron Ax replied, "he will bring oasis and order to the people of Mojinsha."

"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 he couldn't utter it.

"It's a pity that not everyone is willing to accept such an order. The oasis gave birth to the sand people and imprisoned their thoughts. The killings and frame-ups all started because of the competition for the place of survival. On the contrary, the oasis that gave birth to life was soaked in blood. It is ironic. As for the watchdog, which is obviously used to maintain the power of the big clan and make the clan suffer in the yellow sand and dryness, it is even more stupid and short-sighted."

"I wouldn't be surprised if these words came from the northern population, but Iron Axe..." Thuram shook his head with difficulty, "You were obviously born in the desert as a half-breed, why would you have such a Naive idea? It is impossible for you not to know that if we do not fight and plunder, the limited oasis cannot accommodate our ever-growing population. Unless the Mojin people have the power to overwhelm Graycastle, it is impossible to rush out of this desert! Cooperation There is only a dead end, and the northerners will never really trust us, the Blackbone Clan and the Sandstone Clan are the best proof!"

For a fertile territory, these two clans who had the opportunity to enter Iron Sand City turned around and joined Garcia, Queen of Clear Water. What happened? It is said that all people were fed a strange pill, and eventually turned into rotting flesh, and the territory promised to reward them turned out to be empty words in the end.

"Wouldn't there be real... trust?" Iron Ax 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 horseshoes outside the tavern, and it became more and more dense. Thuram didn't need to look to know that this was the watchdog's counterattack team gathering.

They may have lost their aggressive courage, but their skills and riding skills have not been lost. As long as the enemy appears near the oasis, they will rush at the target like bloodthirsty sandworms. When he was about to remind Iron Ax a few words, the other party grabbed his collar and pulled him to the window.

Not far away, he saw more dancing torches running towards the desert outside the oasis.

It seems that this group of watchdogs has already smelled the breath of their opponents.

However, whether it was Iron Ax or the black-haired goddess, their expressions were extraordinarily comfortable, as if they didn't pay attention to this cavalry team at all.

"What I said before, not everyone will be happy to accept the new order... just like a watchdog, thinking they can stop the thunder." The half-breed whispered in his ear, as if to pronounce his fate , "But whether you accept it or not - a new order will eventually come."