The light of the explosion flashed like a firefly in the night sky.
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Van'er raised his telescope and looked at the oasis in the distance.
The twinkling torches became the best indicator of the target. The closer they were to Iron Sand City, the more torches there were. Thousands of leaping torches outlined the camp of the Sand Nation, which was also the main target of the artillery battalion.
After a while, a rumble came from the depths of the oasis.
"The landing point seems to be a bit off," muttered Cat's Claw, who was also observing.
"There's nothing we can do. It's not easy to set up the cannons in the sand, so we can only use the first few shots as test shots." Jop took advantage of the conversation to load the next shell into the barrel.
"Anyway, let's hit further away. If it falls on Sir Iron Axe's head, we'll all be finished."
"Don't worry, the tavern is far away from the camp. If we can hit it, the shooting manuals compiled by the sages will have to be rewritten." Rodney pulled the firing rope and said, "Ready!"
"Fire!" Van'er nodded.
The two Longsong Cannons once again produced a deafening roar. The flames spurted from the muzzles briefly illuminated the ground in front of them. The raised sand and dust slapped on their faces, causing them to involuntarily squint their eyes.
The small oasis mentioned by the Sand Nation could not be regarded as a real town. It was just a camp formed by the clans outside Iron Sand City. None of the houses were made of bricks. Except for a few low-rise buildings and sentry towers made of wood, most of the rest were tents made of leather and cloth.
Therefore, the killing effect of the Longsong Cannons was surprisingly good.
Van'er noticed that no matter where the shell fell, the surroundings would instantly darken, but soon light up again. The former was caused by the blast of the explosion, which overturned the tents and torches, while the latter was caused by the mixture of torch grease and flammable building materials, which formed a more dazzling pillar of fire.
This was the first time that the artillery battalion of the First Army had used pre-distance measurement to arrange the artillery position according to the firing table. The result was not very ideal, but fortunately, the fragile and flammable targets more or less made up for this shortcoming. After several rounds of bombardment, the camp of the Sand Nation had already been set ablaze. Several balls of bright flames were spreading outwards, and with the help of the whistling night wind, it looked like the entire oasis was going to be set ablaze. Although he could not experience the shock brought by the bombardment at close range, Van'er could completely imagine what kind of predicament these so-called watchdogs were currently in.
Unstoppable and unavoidable. This was the God of War that His Majesty had mentioned.
Praise the cannon!
Praise the large-caliber cannon!
He proudly glanced at the gun battalion and machine gun squads lying in ambush in front of the camp, and once again rejoiced that he had made the right choice.
In the future, the war would be dominated by the cannons. As for the flintlock … it would only be used to cover up the gaps and clean up the battlefield.
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It took Thuram quite a while to recover from the earth-shattering explosion. His ears were still ringing as if someone had slapped him in the face.
Is that the Thunder that Iron Axe mentioned?
After the low thunder and sharp whistling sound, a sentry tower not far from the tavern was suddenly engulfed by a fireball, and the entire tower was instantly torn apart! At the same time, the violent explosion in his ears made him temporarily lose his hearing.
Through the holes in the wall, he could see that many tents had been ignited by the splashing bonfire debris, and soon became bigger bonfires. People screamed and ran out of the bonfires, fell to the ground, and struggled, trying to put out the flames on their bodies. Unfortunately, only a few lucky people could do this.
Some of the Sand Nation people near the sentry tower collapsed on the ground. Although they did not seem to have suffered any serious injuries, they could not stand up again.
Damn it, this is not Thunder at all. It's simply a heavenly fire that fell to the mortal world!
Only Father God in the sky could have such terrible means.
Thuram had thought that such a fierce attack would not last long, but he soon found that he was wrong.
The thunder would be heard every quarter or so, followed by the fireballs and explosions. He also noticed that the fireballs were scattered at first, but it did not take long for them to gradually gather at the center of the oasis, where the watchdogs gathered. Compared with the vassal clans, the watchdogs naturally occupied the most fertile territory in the oasis.
However, at this moment, it had become a hell.
Columns of fire rose up, as if the sky was burning.
The way he looked at Iron Axe had completely changed.
"By the Three Gods... this is not the power you should have!" Thuram said in a hoarse and trembling voice, "Who... did you seek refuge with? Those northerners? "
"A benevolent king," Iron Axe replied, "who will bring the oasis and order to the Mojin Sand Nation."
"This can't be..." Thuram subconsciously wanted to say the word "impossible", but when he saw the spreading sea of fire in the oasis, the last syllable seemed to be stuck in his throat and could not be uttered.
"Unfortunately, not everyone will be willing to accept such order. The oasis breeds the Sand Nation, but it also imprisons their thoughts. Killing and framing are all because of the struggle for survival, but the oasis that breeds life is soaked in blood. I have to say that it's ironic. As for the watchdogs, which are obviously used to maintain the power of the big clans and let the clansmen suffer in the yellow sand and dry land, it's even more stupid and short-sighted. "
"I wouldn't be surprised if these words came from the northerners, but Iron Axe..." Thuram shook his head with difficulty. "You're obviously a mixed-blood born in the desert. How can you have such a naive idea? It's impossible that you don't know that if we don't kill and plunder, the limited oasis can't accommodate our growing population. Unless the Mojins have the power to overwhelm Graycastle, it's impossible for them to break out of this desert! Cooperation and allegiance will only lead to death. The northerners will never really trust us. The Black Bone Clan and the Sandstone Clan are the best proof! "
For a fertile territory, the two clans that had the opportunity to settle in Iron Sand City turned to the Queen of Clearwater, Garcia. But what was the result? It was said that all of them were fed a strange pill, and in the end, they turned into rotten flesh and blood. The land promised to them as a reward became empty words in the end.
"There's no real... trust?" Iron Axe showed a trace of emotion. "I thought so at first. But the fact tells me that there are always some people who are born to break the rules. "
Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of hooves outside the tavern, and it became more and more frequent. Thuram did not need to look to know that it was the watchdogs' counterattack team gathering.
They may have lost the courage to advance, but they did not lose their skills and horsemanship. As long as the enemy appeared near the oasis, they would pounce on the target like bloodthirsty sandworms. When he was about to warn Iron Axe, Iron Axe grabbed his collar and pulled him to the window.
Not far away, he saw more jumping torches running toward the desert outside the oasis.
It seemed that this group of watchdogs had already smelled the scent of their opponents.
However, both Iron Axe and the black-haired Divine Lady looked particularly at ease, as if they did not care about this cavalry team at all.
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