Chapter 1502: Shen Yanxiao's Ghostly Idea (3)

Of the more than 200 siege weapons lost by the Four Nations Alliance, more than 80 were owned by the Lanyue Dynasty.

Qu Xun's heart was bleeding, and the siege weapons in his hand were almost consumed half before the sun set!

No, Qu Xun asked people to pull back all the half-destroyed siege weapons from the battlefield, and scolded the blacksmiths accompanying the army to see if they could be rescued.

Several damaged siege weapons were pieced together, and it was difficult to repair them into a complete siege weapon. Qu Xun jumped in a rage.

The blacksmiths were bloodied by Qu Xun's scolding, so they could only concentrate on repairing it, but facing the siege weapons that had been blasted into a pile of scrap metal by the artillery, no matter how ingenious they were, they were helpless.

A gust of evening wind blew past Qu Xun. Qu Xun turned his head and looked around irritably, but he didn't find anyone, so he continued to urge the blacksmith to work.

The soldiers guarding around the siege weapons tried their best to pay attention to the movement around them.

In fact, they doubted that those people in the wasteland would be idiotic to destroy these siege weapons.

This is a military camp where three million people are stationed!

No matter how courageous the people in the barren land are, they probably wouldn't come here to seek death, right?

The soldiers didn't believe that someone would come to cause sabotage, but because of the commander's order, they had to stay here obediently.

In the dark night, only the flames flickered, and the huge siege weapon was covered with a thick raincloth, covering its true face of Mount Lu.

A slight sound sounded.

The soldiers immediately looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the rain cloth covering the siege weapon move, and found nothing else possible.

"The wind in this barren land at night is really damn cold." A soldier couldn't help muttering, trying to shrink his neck, otherwise the cold wind would invade his body.

The heavy raincloth made a sound in the wind. The soldiers occasionally glanced over and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so they didn't pay any attention to it.

Under the cover of the rain cloth, the siege weapon was suddenly, suddenly thrown away out of thin air.

Six small pits were dug open at the same time, and six scrolls suddenly appeared in midair, as if six invisible hands carefully placed the six scrolls into the pit, and then were dug open The soil covered the scroll again, as if it had never been passive.

The rain cloth made another sound, but the soldiers had habitually ignored it.

The golden handwriting on the suddenly buried scroll contained a hint of magic, but it was suddenly covered up and no one noticed it.

The evening wind in the barren land was far less gentle than in other areas. Many soldiers got into tents to avoid the strong wind. Only those guarding soldiers still stuck to their posts.

The unextinguished fire was swaying in the wind, and the camp was a little empty. Suddenly, a black triangular piece of cloth floated out of thin air. Under the cover of the night, the black cloth quietly fell on the fire. Burnt to nothing.

"Idiot." A slight voice that would almost be covered by the wind came, and this tiny voice was quickly shattered by the strong wind.

The soldiers of the Lanyue Dynasty guarded the siege weapons and heard the rattle of the raincloth being blown by the wind. They squinted their eyes and shrunk their shoulders, trying to make their presence in the wind even smaller.