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Chapter 140 Triumph
On the shore, white gunpowder smoke rose slowly, and the faint figures were like ghosts in the smoke, making the lion soldiers kneeling and holding their heads feel silently terrifying.

The fourth warship was not bombarded, but the blood on the deck prevented the lion soldiers in the inner cabin from leaving the ship.

After all the lion soldiers on the shore were tied up, they still hadn't come out of the cabin.

"Listen, people on board, your big ship has been destroyed, the rebels have been killed, come out and surrender, Nitpeter Town has lost!"

Ivan yelled loudly, but there was still no movement in the boat, and there was a dead silence inside.

The cat-eared orcs set up their flintlock guns and stared at the ship's deck mouth.

After waiting for half a minute, still no orc came out, Ivan looked at the cannon, walked a few steps to salute Allen, "Master Allen, are you going to fire the cannon?"

"Goss, tell them to come out." Allen shook his head and pushed Goss the lion.

Goss hid his face, not wanting to be recognized, the lion's tail shook into an S shape, and begged for mercy: "Master Alan, I was dragged in by them forcibly. In fact, I personally support Tomorrow Town..."

Natasha on the side had a dark face, and immediately punched him, "Just do it if you are told, don't talk nonsense."

Goss had his hands tied and was punched hard in the stomach, causing excruciating pain.

He could only bow his body, his face turned pale and said: "Yes, yes, I will do it right away."

Among the surrenderers, a member of the Anderson family looked unhappy and began to worry about the future.

I thought that Tomorrow Town would take care of the members of the Anderson family, but I didn't expect that Tomorrow Town would not miss the old relationship with its former business partners at all, and would turn their backs whenever they said they would.

Of course, the Anderson family did not do well in this matter. If they want to carve up the big cake of Tomorrow Town, they need to bear risks. Although no one cared about this risk before the expedition, it is still a risk.

After a while, after Goss called, the lion soldiers in the boat mustered up the courage to step out of the boat, holding a white flag high in their hands.

So far, Tomorrow Town has captured another sailboat and hundreds of strong lion slaves.

After the battle ended, Allen and others returned to town with hundreds of prisoners of war.

The prisoners of war stepped on the concrete road leading from the port area to tomorrow's town, their eyes widened, and they had never stepped on such a solid and straight ground.

"What kind of road is this? It's all made of stone, and it's very smooth."

"This is a cement road." Goss was dejected. A month ago, this kind of road was still under maintenance, or it was still in the stage of pouring cement. Unexpectedly, Tomorrow Town has already paved the entire cement road.

He stepped on the solid concrete road, feeling this solid feeling, he couldn't help but feel comfortable and deeply unwilling.

Originally, he could also build this kind of concrete road, but now it is gone. He is already a prisoner of war in Tomorrow Town.

After all, Allen destroyed a large army of more than 300 people, and Nitpeter Town must not be able to withstand such combat power.

On the other side, Allen sighed a little.

He used cannons to sink the sails, causing a punishment-like effect, and added headshots from muskets, which made the orcs tremble with fear and could not think about charging. Otherwise, 4000 people risked their lives to charge, and the small number of musketeers would still suffer.

Passing the high walls and fields, the slaves cheered and shouted:
"Tomorrow Town has won!"

"Tomorrow Town wins!"

"Master Allen!"

The slaves shouted excitedly and worked harder.

Allen waved his hand in response to the enthusiasm of the slaves.

In the crowd, Ivan and others held muskets and felt the great sense of honor after the victory of the war.

Everyone is looking forward to their triumphant return, not to see the Lions of the Lionheart Kingdom sucking out the meaning of their lives.

The prisoners of war who bowed their heads forward felt very uncomfortable. It is very unreasonable why the Lionheart Kingdom was defeated instead of Tomorrow Town.

If the kingdom's army were all overwhelmed, they would definitely kill Tomorrow Town with their heads.

But the king won't do that!

The lion people who thought they were very smart suddenly woke up and found that the Lion Heart Kingdom couldn't spare a lot of manpower to support them.

In this operation, the king only lowered [-] Templars, and the rest were provided by other nobles, because the border wall needed to be rebuilt, and without soldiers guarding it, they would only be attacked again by the Tauren Kingdom.

When he returned to Tomorrow Town, Allen sent these slaves to Priest Hood again for management.

As the Minister of Construction, Hood knew which construction site was most short of coolies, and would assign them laborious positions such as mines and bricks on construction sites.

Of course, tendon surgery must be performed before distribution, and the Lion Clan Awakened has an extra throat surgery link.

So far, the number of orcs who have learned Alan's throat surgery does not exceed the number of one hand.

Whenever the Awakened swallowed the goo, the wound in their throat would be pulled, causing excruciating pain, leaving the wound forever in an endless cycle of self-healing and self-injury.

This kind of surgery is only suitable for awakened people who have self-healing ability, non-awakened people can't do this kind of surgery.

After Allen left, he left it to Hood to manage the allocation of places. The prisoner of war Fox below had his eyes flickering, and his mind became active again.

He is an awakened person with powerful explosive power. As long as he gathers mysterious energy in his throat at a critical moment, he can explode with a huge roar, instantly stunning orcs within one meter.

The rope tied in his hand and the knot tied around his mouth and throat are a big trouble. He needs the help of others, or find a sharp stone and slowly cut the rope at the throat secretly.

"You, come with me!"

Fox was called out, and entered a small shed with a seemingly thin cat-eared orc.

In the small shed, he saw a small blade as thin as a cicada's wings and a silver steel handle. The small blade was very small, only the size of a little finger, and the cutting edge was very sharp. Just looking at the tip of the knife felt painful.

There are many kinds of these small blades, some have large arcs, some have extremely small arcs, and some are extremely sharp, with all kinds of strange shapes.

Fox secretly rejoiced, but was worried that there was no sharp thing to cut the rope. Wouldn't this be delivered to the door?

The assassin Bell who brought him in didn't feel it, he looked at every steel knife with fiery eyes, like every treasure:
"Our Lord Ellen calls this a scalpel, but I prefer to call it a throat knife. Do you know why I call it a throat knife?"

Bell picked up a very small scalpel casually, the tip of the knife shone brightly in the sunlight outside the window, making it particularly dazzling.

"No, I don't know, can I touch it?" Fox stared at all the scalpels in the shelf, his eyes straight.

"Yes, your innocence and curiosity remind me of game, and they are as innocent as you in the face of traps."

Bell made a few random gestures with the scalpel, switching back and forth between the shiatsu-style holding knife, grasping-holding style, pen-holding style, and reverse-pick-holding style.

Fox looked confused, not knowing which posture Bell was imagining how to dissect wild game, which is the most delicious way.

(End of this chapter)