Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 260
"Dead, they are all dead!"

The lion soldiers on the scene were all dumbfounded, too frightened to move forward.

The extra-thick steel shield that Wang Guojun was proud of was like paper paste, and it turned into a sieve, extremely fragile.

The shield soldiers retreated slightly and looked at the high priest with confused eyes, hoping to ask the temple for forgiveness and understand their timidity.

Stand-in No. [-] stood on the edge of the forest with the identity of the High Priest, surrounded by the shield soldiers who closely supported him.

Through the gap between the shields, he saw the scene where large pieces of shields were destroyed like kites.

It's terrible, how can there be such a terrible weapon of war in this world.

Stand-in No. [-] started to think wildly, he wanted to surrender, he didn't want to fight Tomorrow City, but how would he surrender to the enemy, it would be more dangerous to stay for one more second now.

The enemy has a total of [-] cannons, of which [-] cannons attack near points, and the other four cannons should be ultra-long-range shooting cannons, that is, the kilometer-range cannons discussed last night.

If explosive shells were loaded into that super cannon, there must be no possibility of survival where he is.

Just as he thought of something, a certain rifled cannon on the city wall was moving its muzzle slightly, aiming at the position of No. [-]'s substitute.

The substitute number four represents the High Priest of the Kingdom, the representative of the Temple, and with him, the morale of the orcs will not collapse.

A thousand shield soldiers were wiped out in an instant, and the morale of the orcs dropped by half, but they hadn't sunk to the bottom yet.

The purpose of Tomorrow City is to destroy the enemy's confidence, and the next target is the High Priest.

The No. [-] substitute saw the muzzle of the cannon pointing directly at him, and the artilleryman pulled the leash, and his death warning intuition came to his mind, his heart beat faster, and his mouth was dry.

"Oops, they're going to shoot me!"

The stand-in knew that these shields were not reliable at all. They could protect against bullets, but not shelling.

If the enemy loads explosive shells, he will be blown to the sky.

"cover me!"

The high priest tore off the heavy robe on his body, jumped back immediately, and ran backward with all his strength.

The shield soldiers also felt that the crisis of life and death was imminent, and they retreated collectively.

It's a pity that they can't run so fast with heavy shields in their hands, and they have to cover the priest's retreat, so they can't run now.

It was also at this time that the sense of death crisis in my heart rose to the maximum, and my heart twitched violently.

The flames flickered at the top of the city, and a spinning howitzer instantly penetrated into the pile of shields, broke through all obstacles, and smashed hard into the pile of people.

Although the No. [-] stand-in ran fast, one second was really too short. The grenade smashed into the ground, and the explosives performed detonation-style work. Terrible energy burst out, releasing high-temperature and high-pressure gas.

The plate armor cracked at this moment, the orc was scorched, and the running priest was hit in the back by a plate armor soldier who was thrown, and fell to the ground.

Boom!

The rising fireball expands rapidly, compresses the air, and throws everything around it.

The lion soldiers guarding the high priest were all hit twice, injured by projectile objects, and washed away by the surging shock wave.

Fortunately they were wearing plate armor, and half of them survived.

"Is the high priest dead?"

"I do not know!"

The orcs who were not affected by the grenade all looked back to the area where the incident occurred, their hearts were hanging, and they were very afraid that the priest was dead.

Looking at the explosion site over there, the thick flames lifted into the air, taking the shape of mushrooms, and the high-temperature air waves hit the face, feeling a little bit of heat.

The priest probably didn't run out. The range of the grenade explosion is relatively large. Even if it is not hit, it will be washed away at the edge.

When the orcs were disappointed, another stand-in came out of the forest. He also wore a golden robe, had an old face and a handsome eyebrow, and was the high priest of the kingdom.

"It's the priest!"

"He came back to life again, a miracle!"

The orc exclaimed happily, breathing a sigh of relief.

The orcs at the bottom level are less knowledgeable. They don't know about substitutes. They only know that the high priest of the temple has several lives.

If someone sees the priest being assassinated, the priest will be resurrected in another place and stand at the forefront again, continuing to lead the orcs in battle.

Being convinced to this point has something to do with the words of the high priest. If it is placed in modern times, he must be an excellent pyramid scheme leader.

In addition, the mysterious formula of the kingdom's priest lineage is related to disguise, which also makes it easier for the priest to find multiple substitutes to shield him from the gun.

High Priest Substitute No. [-] looked around and waved his hand. The new shield soldiers crowded in front to block the shooting angle of the rifled guns, and ensured their own safety first.

By the way, the dead No. [-] is good at imitating voices, while his No. [-] is good at negotiating. He is usually used when negotiating with important figures from other countries. This is why the high priest went to No. [-] first instead of No. [-] s reason.

Now that No. [-] was killed by a grenade, he naturally had to stand up and take over as a stand-in.

However, he did not preside over for long, and the muzzle of the second rifled cannon moved slightly, locking on to a group of lion soldiers with shields.

"Not good!" A strong sense of crisis flashed through the heart of the fake high priest.

He didn't expect the enemy's counterattack to come so fast, so he fired the second cannon without saying a word. The grenade quickly spun along the rifling line, spanning hundreds of meters, and instantly hit his shield formation.

Boom!

Another mushroom shot into the air, the flames rose, the shock wave swept across the ground, the shield flew wildly, and the corpse flew into the air and fell with a bang, turning into a mess.

When the orcs saw the priest die again, they felt chills in their hearts.

Following the death of the No. [-] substitute, the No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-] substitutes of the Lion Heart Kingdom all died.

"What to do, retreat?"

In the woods, a secret meeting point.

The high priest's confidant took a piece of yellow skin from his sleeve, closed it on his face, and used a jar to apply a layer of yellow mucus to his hands, and wiped it around the edge of his face.

His face made a sizzling sound, and ten seconds later he transformed into the high priest of the kingdom.

He was the last stand-in, and the high priest spent a lot of effort training four stand-ins, and if he died again, only the real body would be left.

The high priest knew that things could not be delayed, so he either attacked by force or retreated temporarily.

"Retreat first, the morale of the soldiers is low, and we can't charge anymore!"

The high priest in the tent had a sullen face and gave the order to retreat.

After a while, all the soldiers in the forest received an order to retreat.

The morale of the soldiers on the battlefield has long been shattered. When they heard the retreat command, they retreated in an orderly manner, dragging away as many pieces of equipment as they could.

The orcs on the city wall did not pursue and watched the soldiers of the Lionheart Kingdom recede. When the figure of the other party entered the forest, the orcs on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief and burst into cheers.

"We won, we won!"

"Even the slaves were abandoned, haha, they were scared away!"

"Killing two senior generals in a row, they can't panic, haha." The orc cheered on the wall, weeping with joy.

Everyone tensed up in this battle. Their army was small, and their bullet stock was not very sufficient. Musketeers did not dare to waste bullets and shoot long-distance targets.

The rifled artillerymen waited for Allen's correction order before firing at important generals. They did not dare to waste shells, and all staff were frugal.

under the city walls.

Seeing the ebb of the lion soldiers, the emaciated slaves were at a loss, not knowing what to do in the future.

Run to the left and right?
But the group of devil's lion soldiers are still in the forest, no matter where they go, they will be captured by the lion soldiers again and used as human shields.

Weak slaves looked up at the devil's walls, hoping that the enemy would spare them.

But they didn't hold much hope in their hearts. After all, this was a terrifying city that wiped out thousands of shield soldiers in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)