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Chapter 250 Memories of the leader (third update)
At the end of the military meeting, the head of the Sixth Regiment was left behind to tell a group of elderly lion men what happened in the forest.

"Hum, tell me what happened to your Sixth Regiment and why..."

The old lion man paused, and when he mentioned the roar like a thunderstorm, he also had thoughts of fear.

Hume sat up straight. As the head of the sixth regiment of the Royal Army, he was 40 years old and had strong concentration. He immediately sorted out the thoughts in his mind and described the thrilling death explosion process from beginning to end.

"At that time, I saw the surveillance of the animals in the forest, and realized that the other party was not afraid of sneak attacks. I immediately decided to make a quick decision and ordered all the soldiers to take off their armor and run quickly."

"We were very fast, and within 3 minutes we were warned by the enemy's muskets, and dozens of brothers were killed. Then we used the woods as a cover, learned the steps of a snake, and avoided two rounds of shooting."

"The enemy changed his strategy and started throwing something that could explode, causing us a lot of trouble..."

When Hume said this, several old people nodded silently, empathizing with each other.

Those explosives with wooden handles are small and powerful, and they are completely unreasonable when they explode. They can blow up lion soldiers wearing heavy armor.

"We already have a solution to this." Veblen nodded, seeing Hume, the leader of the regiment, was stunned, and further explained to him:

"That's a way for the shield soldiers to exchange their lives for it. The enemy's wooden handle explosives seem to have a five-second preparation time. If they fall to the ground and don't explode, they can quickly pick them up and throw them back. If they explode halfway, it's best to cover them with the shield. Overhead, with a steel shield against the blast."

Hume nodded. He could understand how heavy the cost of life was in the other party's mouth. After listening, he continued to describe his explosion process.

"We rushed all the way relying on the superiority of numbers. The enemy was afraid and kept retreating. They didn't even want their shields, and they all piled up in the open space of the forest."

When Hume said this, he couldn't help closing his eyes, showing a painful expression.

"Wait, since they don't want shields, won't you pick them up to defend against that huge explosion?" Veblen frowned, the process of picking up the shield seemed too smooth, but he didn't ask.

The head of the regiment covered his forehead, and the memory made him more painful, "This is the problem. We all want to pick up shields. I asked most of the people to guard the outside, and 400 people went to pick up shields."

"Because I needed to save my energy, I didn't pick up a heavy shield. I stood at the outermost edge to observe the footprints on the ground and judge whether they were really escaping or not."

Hearing this, the old lion nodded subconsciously, and secretly sighed that he was indeed the old leader of intelligence and experienced.

First look at the depth of the enemy's footprints to judge whether the opponent is fleeing. Hume is very cautious.

"As a result, the opponent's footprints are very neat, and the depth is like a mold printed, which shows that the opponent's mentality is good, and the retreat is orderly."

"They pretended to be flustered before. Some orcs were forced to throw their shields in front of us. If they were really that flustered, they shouldn't have all their steps so neatly. I think there is a fraud here."

Having said that, they all understood that the trap was probably those shields.

"I realize that there is a scam here, but I don't know where the enemy's confidence lies. They threw four hundred shields there, and almost all the people who picked up the shields surrounded there."

Hume bowed his head, constantly recalling the painful memories.

At that time, he was standing at the outermost edge, and a second before the crisis broke out, a strong premonition of life and death hit his brain, and he immediately ordered to run away, running wildly, and running in the opposite direction.

Then he heard a shot, and looking back he saw a flame burst from the center of the pile of shields, and out of it came a terrifying ball of hot fire, as bright as the sun.

In the light, the shield melted.

The violent noise suddenly filled the entire forest, rumbling and crushing all living beings, and the brain felt like it was being torn apart, making it very uncomfortable.

The unmelted extra-thick steel shields were all shattered and blown away by the high-temperature air waves. All the fragments turned into demonic blades, easily piercing through the lion soldiers present.

He was lucky not to be hit by the debris, but was knocked down by the shock wave from the explosion and suffered minor internal injuries.

Fortunately, he didn't call everyone to pick up the shield. He knew that the friendly side had lost 400 shields, so he only called [-] people to pick up the shield, and the others were on guard outside.

His prudence kept the spark of war for the Lionheart Kingdom, and the veterans heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Hume's self-report.

"Captain Hume, you have worked hard. You have done everything the commander can do. Don't blame yourself too much. When the high priest comes to supervise the battle, I will ask for credit for you."

Veblen looked sadly at the map on the desktop. The camp was more than 4000 meters away from Tomorrow City. It looked very close, but it felt like a road to death.

Tomorrow City is simply a city of devils. They have the power of devils and are difficult to defeat.

Use the number of people to push it over?It can only be like this, the old lion can't think of a better way to deal with it.

"Cannon, I have to rely on cast copper cannons to blast their walls, and then use [-] troops to put pressure on them head-on. All Templars will find a chance to kill everyone on their walls." Veblen said bitterly.

They still have a hole card - the Templars.

This time the Kingdom brought more than 4000 Templars, relying on their powerful charge, they will definitely be able to kill the people of Tomorrow City.

"But before attacking, we have to check to see if their city walls are all ten meters high. If there are low walls, the Templars can jump over them with all their strength."

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Allen was lying on the high ground. Since the enemy had been huddled in a certain tent and could not come out, he averted his eyes slightly to observe the big explosion.

When the explosion happened, he happened to watch the whole process of the high-temperature fireball rising into the sky.

It was a dazzling ball of flame, it was beautiful and flawless, with extremely dazzling white light in the center, high saturation yellow and red, and then the forest burned and black smoke rose.

An explosion in the forest would definitely cause a fire. The cat-eared orcs knew there was a fire, so they set up a fire barrier in advance to prevent the fire from spreading.

After Mars falls outside the isolation zone, there will be small animals to monitor the whole process. Once a new fire is discovered, the musket soldiers who come behind will deal with the funeral.

But these are not the key points, the key point is the change of the enemy camp after the explosion.

The group of lion tribe old tortoises were finally willing to leave the camp. Allen stared at them for a long time, and wanted to shoot them a long time ago.

But the defense of the opponent's shield was very tight, and there was no chance after aiming for a while, so he reluctantly gave up on the old tortoise, and turned to aim at the group of running lions without armor.

He took away one of the running lion soldiers with one shot. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and it was not clear who was the chief officer, so he could only pick out those lion soldiers who seemed to have command actions.

After the shooting, Allen also used a lot of bullets, at least 35 rounds.

When he continued to observe, he saw another enemy army in the distance, but those troops did not approach, but stood at a high place far away and waved the flag.

Allen wanted to aim at those flag bearers, but his skills told him that the distance was about 1000 to [-] meters. This long distance was limited by the quality of the rifle itself, and the hit rate was quite low.

The enemy flag bearers communicated for a while, and led the team up another mountain without running into the base camp.

Allen took his eyes off the quadruple mirror and murmured, "Are they going to build a new camp?"

　This chapter is a supplement to the previous 350 average time.

　　(I resigned again, and I am still happy with codewords... This month is the make-up month, and the owed updates will be made up in the form of the third update, and the fourth update will be the fourth update.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)