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Chapter 253 The Dilemma of the Lionheart Kingdom (Part [-])

"Okay, the artillerymen bring the horses and bring the cannons back to the camp!"

"Yes!"

The artilleryman turned and went back to lead the horse, preparing to pull the two cannons away.

At this moment, Allen dared not touch the high-temperature barrel. The rifled cannon had been calibrated by him four times in a row, and a total of eight howitzers were fired, which was enough to cripple the camp of the Lionheart Kingdom.

He only hit the enemy's old camp, and another new camp was built on the back slope, facing away from Tomorrow City.

They were built on the back slope, not because they couldn't hit, but because Allen didn't want to take the risk to fight.

According to related theories such as gravity, as long as he mounts the cannon close enough, he can use high elevation angles and high-throw ballistics to destroy the enemy's camp on the back slope.

The premise is that Allen needs to pull the rifled gun to a relatively close place, about a few hundred meters away for high throw.

That distance was already within the enemy's warning range. The opponent only needed to use the crowd tactics to pile up hard, and the cannon would definitely be captured, so Allen did not hit the back slope camp.

When the cannon left with the carriage, Allen and others also left.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the enemy, and they have to recharge their batteries to take over tomorrow's war.

The guerrillas who go out do not return to the city. Their mission is to harass, and nothing but harass. In short, they cannot let the enemy relax.

In order to ensure concealment, the rifled guns have been brought back to the city for safekeeping along with the musket gun soldiers.

They used cold weapons such as daggers and hidden swords to lurk in the enemy's patrol area, relying on the cover of the night, cut their throats, cut their breath, broke their bones, and each assassinated more than a few people in a row.

The orcs on the patrol team tried their best to carry a torch to extend the patrol range to the forest, but no matter how many torches there were, there was no way to take the assassins when they entered the forest.

The assassin's hiding place may be a bush, or it may be in the canopy of a leafy tree.

It is even possible to bury it in the soil, wait for someone passing by with a torch, suddenly attack the crotch from behind, wipe the throat and assassinate.

The orcs died more and more, and the orcs on the patrol were terrified, but the high priest personally supervised the battle, and no one dared to disobey them, so they could only die one after another.

Even if it is death, it is necessary to ensure that the patrol circle is large enough to keep the enemy's cannons out of danger. This is the idea of ​​​​the Lionheart executives.

On the other side, the army of the Lionheart Kingdom found that there was no explosion after the four rounds of bombardment, and the old camp survived.

They canceled the preparations for the attack by all members that night, and sent a large number of soldiers into the old camp to carry things that had not been hit by the fire, and all the members evacuated to the new camp on the back slope.

Because of the explosion, the generals of the Lion Kingdom began to suspect that the enemy's cannons had a super long range of more than 1000 meters.

Until the morning, the temporary military meeting point was still discussing the matter of Tomorrow City.

"Their cannons definitely exceeded the 1000-meter range, and the orcs on the patrol found no wheel marks left by the cannons within the 1000-meter patrol range."

"Let me tell you, we can't drag on any longer. The patrol team killed 390 people in one night!" The old lion man roared and slapped the round table, angry at the weak strength of the Lionheart Kingdom.

"In the past, when we fought against the anti-lion faction, we almost always had a crushing victory. Even if we fought against the Niutou Kingdom, it was a [-]-[-] situation! Whenever we fight a newly established small city-state, it will be so strenuous!"

The old lion man roared, his eyes were red.

"Mr. Veblen, please control your emotions. The cat tribe awakeners have a strong stealth ability at night. It is definitely the worst action plan for us to cover the patrol circle in the forest. They have animals as eyeliners. The cat tribe people Good at hiding, where they can do whatever they want, there's no way around that."

The lions sitting at the conference table all had big beards. Their beards were thick and long, some were dyed and some were not. Everyone was at least forty years old.

At the age of 40, it should be a calm age, but at this moment, they have nothing to do with "calmness" and "scheming".

The High Priest of the Kingdom sitting at the first table tapped the table with his fingers. He was Scott's substitute number four, attending the military meeting on his behalf.

The real Scott rarely shows up in public, even at general-level meetings.

Because he doesn't trust anyone, he always feels that the fewer people around him, the better.

For a meeting like this, a confidant behind the No. [-] stand-in will write down the meeting minutes and show them to Scott afterward.

As for the No. [-] stand-in himself, he will never issue decisive orders. The real decisive orders will be issued in the form of superficial documents and read out in public.

When the priest of the kingdom did this, he was actually talking about everything, and he needed his consent for major matters.

If it weren't for the growing majesty, his orcs would not be able to adapt to this strange meeting.

After a while, a certain maid passed the parchment to the priest's confidant, who read it and passed it to the fourth substitute.

He spread out the parchment, and there was a line of elegant characters inside, as well as a stamp of red ink pad.

"Rest first, we'll discuss it at noon."

The meeting is temporarily over.

Stand No. [-] let out a long sigh of relief, left the tent, walked around the camp, and enjoyed the worship rituals of the ignorant orcs.

"If there is a war, I must stand at the forefront and encourage those ignorant soldiers to dedicate their hearts to the great cause of the kingdom." Number four clenched his fists.

"But Tomorrow City's marksmanship is so accurate, can I survive the war, no, I can't!" Number Four shouted in his heart.

He wants to live.

In the past, when the enemy was still using cold weapons, he stood in the middle of the army, and when he stood there, countless soldiers gave up their lives to fight for him.

Now, if you go to the battlefield to fight, there is a possibility of being shot at any time.

The enemy has sharpshooters, and has the best long-range weapons that the Lion Heart Kingdom does not have. The range of 800 meters is desperate.

Although there are not many sharpshooters, but his identity is so eye-catching, if he stands on the battlefield, he will definitely die, and the enemy will not let go of the opportunity to attack him.

Number four lowered his proud lion head, and his big golden beard was so obtrusive.

"What should I do?" Number Four was lost in thought.

……

When the war between the two sides was raging, the royal family also conducted secret information exchanges with the orcs in Shuizhu Harbor through the fleet in the early years, and learned that Tomorrow City and the Wangcheng army were about to fight.

"How much food and grass did our country have at the beginning of the year, is it enough to fight the war?"

In the depths of the bull's head palace, the bull-headed king with exposed muscles is sitting on the horned throne, wearing a fur coat. His eight-pack abdominal muscles and two pectoral muscles are as strong and huge as granite.

"Returning to Your Majesty, if we go to attack the Lion Heart Country, we will not have enough food now." Your Excellency Neifu shook his head, not optimistic about the matter of the Niutou Country's expedition.

"That's a pity, this is a wonderful moment to swallow the lion's heart in one go." The bull-headed king hammered the iron throne irritably.

Your Excellency Neifu hesitated for a while, and then said: "Your Majesty, it is definitely not enough to hit Lionheart City. The food supply line is too long. If we are cut off from the food road, we may lose, but if we only hit Tomorrow City, we will be sieged and killed." Lionheart King City Army, our food is barely enough."

　This chapter is an update of the previous 400.

　　
　
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