People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 356 The roar of artillery fire
When it was about to dawn, morning bells rang in the bell tower of the castle, startling a lot of birds.

When Lothar was awakened, what she saw was Prajna's white chin. She was leaning against the city wall, meditating with her eyes closed, and she was resting on her round and plump thighs... Even from this perspective of death, Prajna is still the same. very beautiful.

He tiptoed up, the blanket was soaked in the morning dew from the mountains, it became thick and damp, covering his body made his skin a little sticky.

Although she had tried her best to control the movement, Banruo was still awakened. In fact, she hadn't slept in the first place.

"Morning."

"Well, Jeanne last night."

"What's wrong with her, did she drink too much?"

Jeanna's capacity for alcohol is very good, drinking is like drinking water, if she hadn't had such a capacity for alcohol, she would not have been drunk at such a critical moment. She has a bad personality, but she is definitely not a person who does not know the severity.

"fine."

Banruo thought about it, but still didn't tell Lothar what she had talked to Jeanna last night. Anyway, she would not admit it, unless she was caught in the face one day, and there was really no way to quibble.

Considering her perception ability, the possibility of this is very small.

Moreover, she always felt that Jean Na might also be hiding something. Although her expression didn't seem to have any clues, her intuition in this regard still made her aware of something wrong.

It's hot in Texas, but the summit of Wolfburg is an obvious exception.

Lothar lit a cigarette from the iron brazier suspended by chains, looking at the camp in the forest in the mountains.

The expeditionary force had already cleared the woods around the camp, so it could be seen clearly from a height. The sleepy camp had already woken up. Many wolf warriors began to organize their weapons and roast food on the bonfire, preparing for the next step. attack.

I don't know if they are confident, but the camp of the expeditionary army is not too far away from Fort Worf, and it is obviously within the attack range of the fortress guns on the tower.

Giuliano was already patrolling the city wall with his sword in his arms. When he saw Lothar wake up, he walked into the room.

"Good morning, Lord Lothar."

"Good morning, Patriarch Giuliano."

"Last night, I collected the coordinates and illustrations of several nearby dragon beasts in the clan."

"Thank you."

Lothar sincerely thanked, although the time may not be able to catch up, but it is better than nothing.

Waiting is always idle.

Lothar casually flipped through a page of the illustrated book.

Lothar was taken aback by the first one that came into view.

The dragon looks too abstract.

It was a rat dragon with a slender neck like a swan, but a mouse-like head.

The description in the illustrated book is that the talent of this dragon is a deceptive illusion that can distort the cognition of others, resulting in a compulsive cognitive impairment similar to turning a deer into a horse.

If you think about it carefully, if you are in a battle, you can randomly designate a tree or a bird to be yourself, and it can produce miraculous effects, it is by no means a tasteless ability.

But this appearance is too ugly, and Lothar doesn't want his future dragon incarnation to be mixed with the constituent elements of this thing.

He decisively looked down.

After reading page by page, I found that there are quite a lot of dragon creatures near Texas.

The New World is a barren paradise. The colonists who staking the land just occupied this land, but they have neither the ability nor the willingness to carry out intensive cultivation.

Until the sun was three poles, a new round of offensive was not launched, not even a symbolic shelling.

The two sides maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding, and neither party took the lead.

On the top of the city, the Texas wolf warrior who had been suffering for a long time, yawned and complained, "Those bastards must be afraid, right?"

"We killed quite a few of them last night."

"But we didn't die less than them."

"Ha, let's have a cheap life. I think it's worth it to exchange lives with these noble gentlemen in the past."

"That's what it says, but we don't have as many people as them."

"What's the matter, death is a big deal, we can overturn the group of old wolves who are high above the ground, even if it's just as insignificant as spitting on them, it's enjoyable enough."

Someone said with emotion: "You were born in Iberia, so you don't know how they treated us homeless people back then."

"If it is a pure blood, it is still eligible to join a family and be a dog for them. But if it is a mixed blood, or a homeless person who was expelled, it is impossible to find a way out in Italy. It belongs to the wolf clan, but not to the wolf clan. us."

Listening to the chatter of the wolf warriors not far away, Lothar was a little dazed.

Giuliano may be a careerist, but careerists are not necessarily derogatory terms.

Princes and generals, rather have a kind, this is unimaginable in the Western world where the theory of blood is deeply rooted. In the East, there is a model of grassroots counterattack like Zhu Yuanzhang, but in Europe, it is almost never said that the king is from a commoner, or even a serf. This class turned upside down.

"Damn it, my joints are aching, probably from a relapse of an old injury."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged wolf. He didn't look very old, but the vicissitudes of life on his face couldn't be fooled. The lifespan of wolves is long, and maybe they are already very old among mortals. The wolf clan can only be regarded as a middle-aged person.

"Don't your old bones only hurt when it rains? Although I'm looking forward to those bastards being drenched like water dogs, today's weather doesn't look like it's going to rain at all."

Indeed, the sky is clear right now, and there is no sign of rain at all.

"May Heavenly Father bless us."

"Ha, how could Heavenly Father bless people like us?"

"Madame Jeanne is willing to protect us, so is the Father."

"That's right, Ms. Jeanna is a saint. She is willing to help us, and Heavenly Father is definitely willing to help us."

The wolf warriors talked about the Heavenly Father laughingly, and there was obviously no respect in their tone.

"Why are you in a daze, you brat, be alert, those bastards may attack at any time."

"Well, I just hope Monica is okay."

"That little girl is just an ordinary person. No matter how crazy these bastards are, they will not easily move the sheep."

"I hope so."

"I was thinking of proposing to her this Christmas."

"Ha, I remember when you first visited her house, you got a sap from her father. That's a good girl, and she'll be all right."

A trace of melancholy appeared on the face of the wolf youth.

It is different from paying attention to pure blood and trying to continuously create a high-level wolf clan that can have the ability to transform into a werewolf.

The wolves in the New World never pay attention to these things, because their bloodlines are heterogeneous.

"Old John was hit by that shell yesterday, and he didn't even leave his body."

"May he rest in peace."

"He will definitely rest in peace. Not only is the Heavenly Father on our side, but the general at the gate of hell is also on our side. Do you dare to ask Ms. Prajna what the world looks like in the eyes of the undead? Old John was blown to death So broken, will the soul really not be affected?"

"I can not."

"What are you afraid of? I heard that Ms. Banruo is quite easy to talk to."

"But there is a man of unknown origin beside her, and even the patriarch is very respectful to him."

Not long after the words fell, a piercing buzzing sounded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of shells falling.

boom.

A violent flame exploded on the city wall.

The enemy who had been silent for a long time finally launched an attack again.

"Where are our guns?"

"We have few guns, and they are still in a fixed position. There is no way to move them. Those dogs are so accurate that they can't fire easily."

"Hell, then we just let them blow us up and not fight back?"

"if not?"

The feeling of being shelled was terrible. Everyone leaned over and hid behind the city wall, but they all knew that the city wall could not withstand such shelling at all. As long as they were hit at close range, at least they would be seriously injured.

"Watch out, they're coming up!"

In the ears, Fringilla's reminder sounded, and the voice rang in the ears of every defender of the city almost at the same time. Even though the artillery fire was roaring, it was still clearly transmitted to the mind.

Snapped--

A hook clung to the edge of the city wall, and immediately, a huge black werewolf jumped up and fell into the city wall.

There are more assassins in the wolf clan.

Because assassins are the best means of resolving disputes for the two Sicilian wolf tribes who have been in gang conflicts all year round. If they sneaked wholeheartedly and used the cover of artillery fire, it would not be difficult to climb the city wall.

This is not much different from the night attack last night, because for the wolves, they can see clearly no matter it is night or night.

boom--

The middle-aged werewolf who just spoke had his neck broken by a slap of a brown-haired werewolf, his head was tilted to one side, and he died cleanly. Lothar subconsciously took a look at Hannya, and wanted to ask him what the world was like in the eyes of the dead. What does it look like.

(End of this chapter)