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Chapter 245 Wooden handle grenade

"There is no one in the woods. They seem to have escaped."

"Our forward pressure strategy was successful, shall we continue to go deep into the forest now, or retreat to the camp?"

The lion soldier holding the shield showed a joyful expression. He has never felt how happy it is to have a shield.

Look, no matter how far those long-range shooters shoot, there's nothing they can do about it.

"Our task is to drive them away and create a larger patrol space to prevent them from dragging their artillery and shelling the camp."

"So everyone should be careful, two teams, five teams together, first patrol the edge of the forest, don't go deep."

"Yes!"

After the captains issued the order, the lion soldiers holding the shield carefully manipulated the shield and spread it to the left and right sides.

The lion soldiers were really careful. Those with shields didn't dare to look around. Only two people in the fifth team quickly poked their heads back to observe the movement in the forest.

The reason why they are so cowardly is because they were frightened by Tomorrow City's head-exploding marksmanship, and they dare not stretch their heads to observe for a long time.

The orcs of Tomorrow City are very good at shooting stationary targets, but there are only a few dozen good players at moving targets.

Now, those masters of moving targets are squatting in the shade of leaves, secretly observing the lion soldiers with shields through the cracks in the trees.

Time passed minute by minute, and the lion soldiers patrolling the edge found that the so-called forest was not that dangerous. Now half an hour had passed, and no one died, and they completed a large-scale patrol mission without any risk.

"Everyone has an order. After handing over to another shield soldier sent by the camp, immediately retreat back to the camp to rest, and patrol again in an hour." The orcs got the order to hand over work through word of mouth.

"Yes!"

"I can finally go back, this shield makes my hands numb."

"Yeah, I hope those cat clan orcs don't make trouble."

"No, on the contrary, we need to be careful when we hand over. The cat people may fight back at that time."

These ultra-thick steel shields are extremely heavy items, and they are also wearing heavy armor such as plate armor. After walking for thirty minutes, they were sweating profusely, and most of their physical strength was exhausted, so they could no longer hold on.

Hearing the group members' warning, the orcs also became nervous.

The lion soldier who was looking around began to increase the speed of expansion and contraction, making his head look like a gopher, and the lightning came out of the shield, glanced at the forest, and quickly retracted.

For this weird scene, no one laughed, but became more careful.

The orcs who came to hand over set out from the gate of the camp, also holding extra-thick shields, lined up and slowly pushed into the forest, and handed over patrol positions to the lion soldiers in the forest.

"It's hard work, everyone go back and rest for an hour."

The lion soldiers exchanged a few words, now lightly armored soldiers are not suitable for patrolling, and in the future patrols will be carried out with heavy shields and heavy armor, and three shifts will be implemented to patrol, each patrol team has 200 people, and each patrol is about half an hour.

The 200 people heard that they had to patrol an hour later, nodded solemnly, raised their shields to face the forest, and began to retreat.

It was also at this time that an accident happened.

There was a rustling sound of leaves rubbing against the woods, the sound was very intense, and something was approaching them at high speed.

So close!

Here they come!

The faces of the lion soldiers changed drastically, and the lion soldiers who didn't need shields drew their swords from their waists.

The archer turned the heavy bow on his back to the palm of his hand, drew out a long arrow, and put it on the bowstring to half-charge.

As for the matchlock gun invented by Wang Cheng, no one carries it now, because the matchlock gun needs to be loaded with gunpowder, loaded with bullets, and has to burn the rope. The preparation time is too long, and it is not suitable for forest encounters.

Compared with matchlock guns, the orcs of the Lionheart Kingdom prefer cold weapons, especially in close combat. The sword skills they have practiced for 30 to [-] years are several times stronger than the troublesome matchlock guns.

"If they use muskets, we use shields to block them. After blocking the bullets, they have a period of reloading. At this time, the enemy is defenseless. As long as we rush up and slash, we will definitely kill one by one."

"Those cat-eared orcs are spearmen who don't wear heavy armor. If they go down with a knife, they will either die or be injured. If they dare to come, I will dare to kill them!"

The lion soldiers were both excited and frightened. They were afraid that they would rush out and be shot, and they also wanted to look like they would go on a killing spree after avoiding the first round of shooting.

When they were worried about gains and losses, they huddled behind the steel shield and waited for the gunshot, the dense footsteps stopped abruptly.

"what happened?"

"They stopped, as if they were about to throw something." The lion soldier who was probing the lightning took a look and then retracted.

"How about I go out and shoot an arrow?" The archer's eyes flickered, feeling that now is a good time to shoot.

The neighboring patrols have gathered together. There are archers in the team. They are all top archers of the Wangcheng Army. Because the matchlock gun turned out to shake the status of the archers, they really want to use their own arrows to prove The military status of bows and arrows.

"Okay!" The captain of the team nodded in agreement.

The archer lifted his helmet to ensure that he could see enough, then drew the bowstring to the full, then quickly leaned out half of his body and glanced at the forest.

He saw a dozen cat-eared orcs in green military uniforms, standing about 30 meters away from a big tree branch, with six cylindrical wooden handles tied to their belts, and two wooden sticks in their hands.

The wooden stick looks odd, with a black cast-iron cylinder sticking out of the top.

In the next second, he saw the cat-eared orc pulling the rope of the strange wooden handle, swinging half his arm to throw the wooden handle out, throwing it into the sky in a circular arc, and flying towards here.

He didn't know what the wooden handle was, so he didn't bother to care about it. It didn't look like a powerful object, so he shot the cat clansman with the wooden handle to death with an arrow.

His idea was good, but the cat clansmen with guns had already stared at the archers. Seeing the archers showing their heads, they even took out bows and arrows. The gunmen aimed at the enemy's head without hesitation and pressed the trigger.

With a bang, the body of the Minnie projectile swelled, spun quickly along the rifling, and instantly hit the archer's head at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

The body of the archer suddenly fell to the ground as if under a huge force, his head was stained red with blood.

The lion soldiers holding the shields gritted their teeth, their faces changed slightly, but they could not retreat back to the camp, they could only issue a battle order: "Archers stop shooting arrows, pick up your short blades, and fight together!"

The surviving archers in the team felt aggrieved. Seeing the fallen senior, he died under the muzzle of the firearm without even aiming the bow and arrow. Presumably, the fate of pulling the bow and archery by himself would not be much better.

"The era of archers has passed..." The lion soldier who has practiced bow and arrow for 30 years put his bow and arrow on the ground and sighed.

He really didn't want to give up the bow and arrow skills he had practiced for 30 years, but the scene of the archer being headshot in two seconds just now was vivid in his mind, which ruthlessly shattered the bow and arrow dreams of the veterans.

Put down the bow and arrow, draw out the sharp dagger, and the archers become melee fighters.

When the lion soldiers of the Lionheart Patrol were ready to fight one after another, oddly shaped "wooden handles" fell behind them, and some wooden handles fell in front of the shields.

There was even a wooden handle that slammed right into someone's helmet, making a loud "dang".

"Damn, what are these things!"

The lion soldier turned his head angrily, and looked at the wooden handle that fell on the ground. It was about ten centimeters long, with a short wooden handle and a black iron cylinder head. There was a faint hissing sound.

　Another update tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)