The calm Nero River flows quietly, and several "capable people" in the Sand Bandit Alliance - Sand Bandits who once did carpenter work in the American city, put together several baggage trucks into a capable

A load-loaded raft.

Relying on the buoyancy of the water flow and the traction of the people on the river bank, the heavy artillery barrel finally found a suitable transportation method.

However, the bandit leaders played by the elite Winners still felt that the group of cannon fodders under their hands were a little mud-free and could not stand up to the wall.

You know, they have repeatedly reminded that as a firing spray, you must keep it dry and must not be touched by water.

However, in order to save effort, some sand bandits who transported the baggage directly put several barrels of cannon medicine on the raft. As a result, after a day, the river water was soaked in the wooden barrels that carried the cannon medicine, and the cannon medicine that could fire more than ten cannon shells was fired.

Wet, completely scrapped.

The "blue turban" responsible for transportation of supplies has no good luck this time. The thing that hit his face is no longer a whip but a blade. And this bloody lesson has taught all the sand bandits to have a memory.

I don't dare to relax any more.

After walking for three or five days, the team arrived near the territory of the Dragon Pasha. They only had to walk for another day before they could reach Spart City.

The leader of the sand bandit asked everyone to rest on the spot, while they were quietly waiting for the upcoming orders of the Commander Wenwen - whether to move forward or retreat, it was not up to him, and it could only be decided by the commander of these secret spies.

After less than two days of repair, a patrol eagle fell into the camp of the bandit leaders, and then left after a full meal of meat.

After about an hourglass, the team formed by several gangs of sand bandits was ready to go and set off for Spart City.

After a full daytime marching, this team consisting of the worst scum of the American Empire approached Spart City after nightfall, and stopped at the sight of the defenders, but the range of weapons was not strong enough.

Away from the distance.

"Gentlemen! As a convention in our line, we do not do stupid things lightly under the command of a lunatic, but follow our common crazy actions!"

According to the inherent tradition, the leader of the Sand Bandit Alliance rode on the back of the camel beast and began his own speech.

With his words, the gangsters who played under him burst into laughter and expressed their recognition of this opening remark.

"Our goal is an ancient city, and we need its wealth to fill the losses caused by the crawler over the past year to our wallets. So I, the leader of the Sand Bandit Alliance, the person in charge of your wallets, are you guys.

To start a vote here... All those who hope to set off a terrible sandstorm here and take down that city, stamp their feet and yell, 'Okay!'"

People expressed their approval loudly, without any opposition mixed in, which satisfied the leader of the sand bandits.

"Those who object, please shout 'Not good!'"

Although there is no tradition for testimony, every gangster knows, or they have witnessed with their own eyes, the consequences of those who dare to disobey the chief's opinions - most of the time, they are directly separated from their throats and are also stripped of their clothes and buried

The situation below the sand.

So no one spoke.

"Even the Pharaoh's noble council is not so united!" The leader of the sand bandit roared and announced without any pride.

Suddenly, the bandits cheered, as if the wealth promised by the leader was within reach.

"Then what are you lazy guys waiting for?" He pulled out the scimitar from his waist and slashed in the direction of Spat City for a few consecutive times. The leader of the sand bandit changed his way of talking to the wind and drizzle just now, and roared with a ferocious look on his face.

He said: "Why don't you hurry up and set up the artillery! Hurry up and hit him a few shots to say hello to the consul and the nobles... Hahaha!"

Accompanied by the endless rampant laughter, everyone in the Sand Bandit Alliance immediately became busy.

Perhaps it was because they chewed the refreshing tobacco in advance, or perhaps it was because the wealth promised by the leader stimulated their nerves. Even after a day's marching, these people were still full of energy and did not show any fatigue.

Not long after, at least it was much earlier than the time the leader had estimated. The sand bandits unloaded the artillery from the baggage truck, fiddled with all the parts, and began to pre-see the city of Spat.

I have to admit that in terms of weapon manipulation, this group of bandits who can stop children from crying at night by mentioning names in the United States are indeed a bit talented. Even though they have not actually fired a few guns, they still rely on the scale on the gun watch.

Someone has figured out how to aim.

"Rise up three scales," a sand bandit in charge of the launch narrowed his eyes, gave a thumbs up to compare the flames on the top of Spat, and said to his companion who was responsible for setting up the angle of the artillery: "Although not

It will definitely be able to hit the top of the city accurately, but at least it won’t hit outside the city wall. As long as the shells fly into the city, it will be fine with the result."

"What else can it be done?" The gangster who was assigned to this task replied angrily: "The ones fired are 'half-leg' iron bullets, let alone people and animals, even houses.

It's the end of being pierced or even smashed."

"Then do you want to fire it once and try it? How about you ignite the first shell?"

"Just try it. I've seen you fiddling with it before. If I didn't remember the meaning of those codes, I could have a relaxing job."

After padding the wooden blocks under the cannon, the sand bandit who lifted the cannon barrel opened his hand and went to get the torch in the other party's hand, but did not notice that the other party had just secretly pulled out an iron bolt that fixed the cannon barrel and the support.

Then, the reckless guy lit the torch on the fuse, and the cannon medicine burned and made a "hissing" sound. He also covered his ears with both hands, and then with a loud "bang", the shells shot.

Go out.

The huge recoil force bounced up the cannon barrel and hit the ignition sand bandit's lower abdomen. The unlucky guy flew back miserably, vomiting blood from his mouth, obviously he was about to die.

The first shell fired by the artillery is generally called a "cold cannon". Because the barrel is still very cold, it is most likely to explode the cannon drug at this time, and the recoil force will be even more unexploded.

Be bigger.

In addition, someone pulled out the fixed iron bolt, and this accident was a complete murder.

But the dead one was just a sand bandit, and the artillery was not damaged. At most, a fixed iron bolt could be added to continue using it. Therefore, others didn't pay much attention at all, so they just went to work on their own - using Lianlian or not

Say hello to Spat City with a terrible cannon.

"Idiot," he glanced at the dead body dragged aside. The sand bandit who was actually responsible for firing cannons showed a cruel smile on his lips. He did not feel any discomfort for the previous murder. After all, intrigue is the sand bandit's.
Chapter completed!