It was noon, and the gathering of green skins under the city was becoming increasingly worrying.

The green skin under the city pushed a siege tower, or something like a siege tower. This shoddy machine was made of wood pieces, full of air leakage holes. It seemed that they wanted to use this thing to launch a tentative offensive.

Over the past period of time, Green Skin slowly and firmly destroyed the defensive measures on the periphery. This work was not obstructed by the defenders, but took this opportunity to allow these militiamen who had just picked up muskets to practice actual shooting.

The reason I chose this location is because there are no city defense cannons on the city wall here.

"Sir, do you want to get a few more cannons?" a knight asked Perrin. The knight was still very young and almost considered a child. In fact, he was just a trained recruit and a entourage a month ago. Although the knight mustered up the courage to stand on the top of the city with his chest straight, his face couldn't help but turn pale.

"No...no." Perrin replied. When organizing early defense preparations, Kemo chose to move the cannon position instead of fixed city defense cannons. In Kemo's city defense plan, field cannons were hung onto the city wall and flexibly arranged defense. The tragic thing was that most of the cannons were taken away and eventually lost in the previous battle. Under the intentional or unintentional obstruction of the Shem people, Oren City did not receive timely replenishment, so there are really not many cannons in the city now. However, three cannons are on standby. Due to perspective, before the fire was opened, the cannons could not be seen under the city.

"What did Greenskin want to do?" Perrin asked the young knight.

"Sir...they..."

"First, note that they only have one siege tower, so they mainly want to test the combat effectiveness of the defenders through combat. Second, they have a lot of shamans over there."

"I...I...I understand..." the young knight stammered, looking at a loss because of his nervousness. Perrin sighed. When Kemo attacked, he took away all the knights, and those who were left were young men who had not completed the knight training. And those temporary militias... as long as they could fire the muskets Perrin, they would be very satisfied.

He didn't know what the Archbishop meant by "miracle". Could it be that it had something to do with the weird instrument he had made all day now? And why did the Archbishop say so confidently that "there will be no danger"?

"Catch the magicians!" Perrin sighed. It might be too late... He just thought of this idea when he saw a ball of green smoke appear above the green queue under the city.

"Let everyone prepare to evacuate to the side! Only a small number of musketeers are left here." Perrin ordered.

The blood flag boss observed the effect of the magic.

In fact, the magic of Green Skin is much better than the magic spells from the "Eight Winds of Magic". They are both convenient and powerful. The only disadvantage is that they often have the minor problem of cooking the caster's own brain. In addition, this energy comes from Green Skin itself, which requires the strong morale of the team as the source of magic (luckily, the morale of the orcs is rarely depressed).

The attack effect of magic is much better than expected. Green light waves bombarded the city wall, causing the earth and rocks to splash on the city. The shamans continued to work hard, and the magic enveloped the entire city wall in a blink of an eye. During this period, the siege tower began to think about the city wall approaching.

"Tell the shamans to gather magic together to attack those places where cannons may be hidden." The blood flag boss ordered a small leader beside him.

The green light flashing in the air condensed into an unprecedentedly large foot. The foot was stepping heavily on the city wall, and each foot brought gravel to fly. Many stones on the battlements were kicked away by the big foot. If there were soldiers hidden here, then they would definitely not be spared by magic.

But in fact, both sides of the war were watching the magic show with breath. By the time everything was over, the siege tower had already leaned against the wall.

The defenders did not fight back at all? They were scared away? The boss of the Blood Flag was a little confused. According to his information, he already knew that the main force of the defenders in the city was actually a temporary militia. He didn't know how powerful these militias were.

The walls of Oren City are made of stones, and they are very strong, but if the guardian lacks courage, it makes no sense.

Without waiting for the boss' order, a team of orcs immediately roared "Waaaaagh!" and rushed towards the siege tower in front. The muskets on the walls on both sides opened fire, but the timing was not determined. Most of the muskets fired before the orcs entered the effective range. Moreover, the muskets seemed to be very slow... In theory, within the time when the orcs rushed to the wall from outside the range, a qualified musketman had fired three times. But this time, only a wave of gunshots were heard. The orcs rushed into the city head along the siege tower with almost no losses.

"Boss! Let's get on!" Seeing that the situation was getting better, the remaining green skins that had not rushed up were all eager to try.

"What's the hurry!" Boss of Blood Flag was so calm that he suppressed his subordinates' desire to attack.

His waiting immediately came to an end, and a roar of cannons came from the head of the city. After a short interval, there was the second and third sounds. After a short period of time, the green-skinned men who were yelling "Waaaaagh!" who were so mourningly shouting "Waaaaagh!" ran back in a hurry. Then a row of muskets sounded again on the city wall. This time, no green-skins were killed, but they ran faster.

"What happened to the rice bird!" A little leader caught a guy who was blind and ran away. He woke him up from his dizzy state with two consecutive punches, and then shouted loudly.

"The cannon...is the cannon...sir..." the orc answered in a speechless manner. It was hard to tell whether he was scared or was knocked unconscious by these two blows.

It's a shotgun! Recent military innovations have developed a special shotgun shell - it's filled with metal blocks, and a layer of soft tin, wax and other things on the outside. The moment the cannon is fired, the shell shell outside will shatter, and the irregular metal block inside will turn into a storm of death. The boss of the Blood Flag knows the use of cannons... it can be said that it's a one-man who can't open it. If it's a field battle, the shotgun is really useless, because the shooting distance is too short and it's uncontrollable and easy to get hurt by accident. But on top of the city wall without dodge space, the shotgun immediately becomes a terrifying weapon of destruction. Two cannons are enough to sweep away any enemy standing on the city wall.

Any armor that can be worn on the body cannot withstand the bombardment of such weapons. The power of the shotgun has been revealed just now. Although there were hundreds of orcs who rushed to the city, only two or three shotguns cost them more than half, and the remaining green skin completely lost the courage to continue fighting and fled back.

The little leaders scattered without the boss's orders, using machetes, axes and fists to gather the defeated soldiers together. Then they spent a long time to figure out the whole situation and tell the Blood Flag boss.

"Boss, it seems they have made a very cool guy!" Grab came up in time.

When the green skin was defeated, the defenders had already poured oil on the shoddy siege tower. If the green skin continued to come up, it would be braised with the tower and the green skin.

And the Blood Flag boss said early that today is just a test. See if the humans on the other side can fight. This test is very successful.

"Let's retreat first and see if the wood is ready!" The blood flag boss looked at the siege tower in the distance fiercely. Whether it was an orc or a goblin, after the explanation of the defeated soldiers, they all agreed to the boss's opinion. The troops in the city could not fight, but it was obvious that they had enough firepower for the squad. A team of boys was defeated so directly.

Soon, the boss of Blood Flag returned to his camp.

A few days ago, the Greenskin leaders - or more specifically the Blood Flag Boss himself - found a loophole in the city's defense. The entire city of Oren was built on a river, but there was no defense on that bridge.

As long as the bridge can be captured or the bridge can be demolished, the entire city will be completely divided into two parts. What's even better is that the city wall facing the bridge is the most fragile section of the entire city wall, and there is not even an arrow tower. Exploring attacks from the bridge can save worries and effort. In addition, the water used by the residents in the city is almost entirely reliant on the river. Once the bridge is controlled, it is equivalent to breaking the water in the city, at least the main water source.

In order to attack this bridge, the goblins were busy building large rafts far upstream. In the plan of the Blood Flag boss, thirty rafts were needed, each of which could reach a hundred kids. Then the first wave of 3,000 kids rushed onto the bridge and occupied the bridge firmly. Then the raft slowly transported the second and third kids to go up. If everything went well, they would attack the city from the bridge. If it didn't go well, they would find a way to demolish the bridge.

The progress of the raft made the Blood Flag boss very satisfied. This was half because there was a team of orc bullies - the disabled orc veterans who had not recovered - who were responsible for supervising the work. Orcs were not as disabled as humans for life, but they were unable to go to the battlefield until their limbs were reborn.

After the inspection, he returned to his leader's tent and asked a goblin to bring news to Tarus, who was in charge of command on the other side, telling him not to rush to attack. After this period, Greenskin has built a ferry that can easily cross the river.

The boss of Blood Flag sent all his subordinates away. Now, he was the only one left in his huge leader's tent. No, there should be another one.

"Master." Mimilu didn't know where to get out. Now the boss of the Blood Flag is already very accustomed to the ability of Mimilu to come out anytime and anywhere. At first, he was a little worried that Mimilu would be in danger of entering and leaving the Green Skin Camp. Although Green Skin would definitely not be able to catch Mimilu, creatures with sensitive smell like Shiguge and wolf pose a threat to Mimilu. However, the facts proved that this was completely too much. Mimilu was a veteran in distinguishing the direction of the wind and movement, and could always enter the leader's tent of the Blood Flag boss safely.

Mimilu jumped onto the boss of the Blood Flag and rubbed against him. This furry feeling was actually quite good.

It's so lucky to have Mimilu as a companion. Especially last time, Ke Mo's combat plan was just like the boss of the Blood Flag. In this case, it's hard to lose.

"How is it in the city?" asked the boss of Blood Flag softly.

"It's too big. I can't find where the Supreme Commander was said. So in the end I could only observe the situation in various places as the master said."

Mimilu began to explain, and the boss of the Blood Flag took a pen and listed the arrangements of the defenders that Mimilu reconnaissed on the map. The map of Oren City in his hand was also obtained by Mimilu from the city, which was a simple map specially sold to outsiders. Of course, this simple map is enough now.

These days, Mimilu has been in and out of the city and reported all the arrangements of the defenders to him.
Chapter completed!