Chapter 135 Bomb Raft (Updated)

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The goblins who were carrying wooden blocks to build fixed fishing nets looked at the light spots floating down from the upper reaches of the river.

It couldn't help but feel a little confused, and its attention was completely attracted by what appeared.

A small wooden board floated down the river, with a strip of linen soaked in grease burning on it, until it was caught in a fixed fishing net and hit the half-finished dam.

The little goblin leaned down and looked at this magical thing. The burning cloth still exuded an alluring aroma.

Seeing that there was no overseer watching him nearby, he leaned down and secretly picked up the piece of wood and hid it in his arms.

Not far away, a pair of emotionless eyes stared at it, no, or rather the raft in its hands.

Holding a charcoal pen in his mouth, he wrote down the time it took him from the upstream position to here on the paper, and then provided it as a basis for his colleagues who wanted to blow up the built wooden embankment and a piece of fixed fishing net into the sky.

The noncommissioned officer in charge of monitoring and surveying was hiding in the forest and observing. His eyesight was the best among all, and he could see objects within a hundred meters as if they were nearby.

Also appointed to observe and record.

Watching the small pieces of wood hit the wooden pillars, these wooden pillars were lifted by the wild ogres, and they used their amazing strength to pound them into the river and insert them into the bottom of the river bed.

Because of their natural strength and size advantages, they are quite good at moving goods, and they can also perform some tasks that require engineering equipment.

This is the natural advantage of living things.

Dragons that can fly can easily cross various terrain obstacles to obtain resources, and creatures with infinite strength can wave their bodies to create magnificent buildings.

"Flow rate, time determined."

Based on his report, they will use a fuse of appropriate length to release a real bomb raft from upstream, blowing up the waters.

That would be a pretty good firework.

The sergeant rolled up the rough paper in his hand, stuffed it into the barrel behind the Scout Hunting Spider, and tied it with a linen rope.

Feeding it a piece of meat and patting its head, the sergeant watched the hunting spider disappear into the shadows in the blink of an eye.

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"Everyone, the fuse length report has arrived."

Chang Heng scratched his head, raised the letter in his hand, and handed it to the guy in charge of cutting the bomb fuse. He looked at the noncommissioned officers who were still arguing over there. If they couldn't decide on a plan, he would have to choose one.

"Have you not reached a conclusion yet?"

A total of ten small rafts have been temporarily built and placed on the ground.

"We decided to use six crystal ore bombs per ship, five for the first batch."

The representative elected by the non-commissioned officers gave him a confident assurance.

Chang Heng glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw six crystal ore mixed bombs, that is, 1.5 kilograms of explosives. The five ships had a full 7.5 kilograms of explosives...

This number is quite large, enough for all the musketeers to fire more than seven volleys.

So many explosives were piled together at this time and tied to each canoe.

The dam and the fixed fishing nets made by the goblins were inevitably blown up.

These soldiers who have followed from the beginning to the present have always learned some of the characteristics of their lords.

"Start executing your plan and send them skyward with their nets and dams."

If you want to shrink, you must have the capital to shrink.

Looking at the small raft full of explosives, Chang Heng couldn't help but feel a little excited and smiled slightly.

Following the order, the fuse of the crystal ore mixed explosive package bundled with the square package explosive was connected to a new fuse.

ignite.

Float slowly down the current.

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"Gah! Ahhh!"

The goblin was covered with whip marks, lying on the ground rolling around, watching in fear as the Goblin King whipped it mercilessly again and again.

This goblin originally wanted to steal some of the remaining food from their granary, but was caught by a shaman who happened to be passing by.

"If any of you want to steal food, please go out and collect food for me tomorrow and eat enough!"

The Goblin King looked at these subordinates who had begun to act in a submissive manner, and he became angry. We have clearly used every possible means of criminal law to punish these greedy trash brethren, why do they still go?

"I'm sure I'll be able to eat good food."

When those little goblins heard about gathering food, they shook their heads in panic, their eyes already revealing their infinite fear and fear of the outside world.

Their brains are not yet developed, but the concept of dying outside the camp has been deeply engraved in their minds. At night, they can seem to hear the footsteps of death approaching step by step outside the camp.

The goblin turned to look at the shamans under his command. They were shiny and strong, shaking their heads crazily under the gaze of the Goblin King.

The shamans and mages were even more afraid to speak, for fear that the Goblin King would find out that they were depriving them of food. They had deducted a lot of food from them, but the remaining food should be able to barely sustain these skinny and skinny people. Not starving to death? It doesn't matter if they die, those goblins are like mice. With food, they can give birth to a car in three months.

They just looked like themselves. These big goblins who had awakened their magic talents could not be compared with these miscellaneous soldiers.

Anyway, if you are full and hungry, it doesn't matter if your fellow tribesmen below die. If you eat more, you will have some strength.

This is their vicious tacit agreement.

Wild ogres don't know anything. They only care about when they can have their next meal. Those small green things are not inedible. They are also crunchy when put into their mouths.

All the goblin corpses that can be recovered are fed to these ogres, and the same applies to the goblins that starved to death. In this way, they greatly save food consumption.

The extremely hungry ogres don't care whether the moving things around them can be eaten or not. Grilled fish and hot rice are delicious, but...

Blood and flesh can also awaken their long-lost hunger and thirst.

"Call everyone over. I want to throw this guy into the river to feed the fish!"

The Goblin King said viciously, dragging the half-crippled goblin to the river and tying his feet with a rope. His body is still useful and must not be wasted.

"King... King, what do you see floating on the river bank over there?"

The goblin below wanted to grab any possible life-saving straw, and his eyes suddenly fell on a few flames drifting down from upstream.

Because it was a square-shaped explosive pack, they could only see the rafts floating down the river, but not the explosive packs hidden in them. Only the slowly burning linen exposed on the top of the rafts could appear in their field of vision.

These rafts drifted along the river, under their sight. There was nothing special about them, just simply burning with flames.

They could also feel that there was no obvious spell reaction on them.

One breath passed, two breaths passed, and they were still drifting peacefully, without any abnormality.

Everyone's attention was focused on the rafts floating down the river, quiet and silent, just a row of rafts floating down the river peacefully.

"Humph, it's quite interesting, I want to see what this is."

The Goblin King thought secretly.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the raft over to the shore.

The flames on it seemed to have gone out, disappearing and no longer burning.

He was the strongest in this tribe, and nothing could hurt him. Although his body was not as good as these ogres, if they had to fight, these stupid ogres would definitely not be his opponents.

"Ha..."

The goblin that he whipped so hard actually grabbed his hand and tried to drag him into the water.

The Goblin King just sneered, and constructed a spell model in his hand. The heat flow swept through, turning half of the goblin's body into charcoal.

You still want to hurt him with this little trick?

The hot fluid just touched the small raft next to it and ignited.

The vortex of death flames crushed everything nearby like a storm.

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