The jackals led by Samir made the fastest progress among the three offensives.

Under the leadership of the great shaman, nearly a hundred jackal warriors had rushed to the suspension bridge.

Here, they saw the Gnoll whose fur had been stripped off. At this time, the bloody Gnoll mother was already an existence despised by both armies.

"Go to hell! A disgrace to the tribe!"

A gnoll warrior stepped forward and stabbed her to death with a spear, washing away the tribe's shame.

The trench has appeared in front of the tribal warriors.

Just get there! Just get a ladder up there! They can fight those rats in proud melee combat!

This group of cowards who only hide in bunkers and use despicable means to attack have already made the tribal warriors intolerable.

If it's a male! If you have the guts, you can strike with a real sword. What's the point of shooting behind you every day?

The warriors braved the dense rain of bullets and only planned to follow Samir and launch the final charge.

If a large number of jackal warriors were to rush forward, given the fighting qualities of the third and fourth brigade, they would be defeated in a short time.

At this time, Manshi, who was covering the wound with his hand, was still protecting Samir.

"Turn the muzzle! If the gun doesn't work, use the cannon to kill them!"

"Damn the rumormongers! The great shaman Samir is not dead yet!"

The comrades who were holding up their shields one second were shot through with both their shields and their shields the next, and the still powerful shells continued to run rampant in the military formation.

The advancing team soon fell into panic, and the artillery continued to fire during this time.

Samir's throat sweetened, and a mouthful of thick black blood coughed out from his throat.

However, these two dimensional stone bullets are somewhat different.

Seeing the fall of the great shaman, the jackals who had not yet united over instant noodles immediately became confused and various rumors began to fly in the military formation.

To put it bluntly, the Sasha Maria cannon in Iket's hand is a smoothbore cannon. Although the manufacturing process is good, the accuracy is only that high.

"cough!"

The rat shooter calmly aimed and shot, and then just let the bullets fly for a while.

Not to mention that a large number of long-range ratmen no longer have the physical strength to fight in close combat due to too many throws.

"Don't run away! Get the Great Shaman Samir back to his territory quickly! I'll kill anyone who runs away!"

No wonder there are defeatists in the team.

But just when he raised his gun and was about to hit Samir again, the wild stone blocked him.

Seeing this, Iket ordered the artillery to fire again, and huge shells roared out.

He quickly grabbed a few jackals who were trying to escape and roared:

Morale collapsed, and the menacing gnolls immediately moved from the rear to the front. Everyone went crazy trying to escape from the battlefield, completely forgetting the creed of the tribal warriors.

Fortunately, the range of the artillery was very good. Under the siege of more than a dozen artillery shells, the rat artillerymen finally hit one of the cannons.

But in the next second, the wild stone disappeared from Samir's eyes.

Seeing how miserable the team was, Manshi, who was hit in the left eye by a stone bullet, couldn't help but roar.

But sometimes, determination alone is not enough. If you want to get what you want, you also need a sufficient material foundation.

Mobilizing the only artillery piece in the territory for Samir shows Iket's determination to finish off the attack.

The high-speed warpstone bullet shot directly into Samir's body, causing Samir, who was leading the troops forward just now, to freeze in place.

Seeing that Samir might not be completely killed, Iket ordered the gun to be raised and they continued to stare at Manshi and beat him.

Manshi was in pain. Although he had blocked the dimensional stone bullet, his body was still unavoidable. Being able to hold on and not fall down was actually a great effort.

Samir, who was hit by a bullet for the first time, fell backwards involuntarily.

"Even the Great Shaman can't resist that attack! We have no hope!"

And using wedges to adjust the pitch angle of the cannon is really not an easy job. It's okay to hit a crowd, but it's a bit incapable of hitting a single person.

"Hurry! Carry the great shaman away quickly! The tribe cannot live without him!"

Therefore, the Sasha Maria cannon fired repeatedly, often only hitting the gnolls around Samir.

The skin of this tribal transcendent suddenly turned into the color of stone, and he was able to withstand dimensional stone bullets from a long distance with only his physical body!

Of course, this is due to the fact that the penetration depth of bullets is reduced at long distances, but in terms of the inherent huge power of the gun, Manshi's own defense power can be considered to be far superior to ordinary people.

"Aim for the most arrogant one!"

Ict's ammunition seemed endless, and the Jackals were taking casualties every minute.

The dense fire of stone bullets never stopped, and if you were not careful, the soldiers would be knocked down on the thorns.

Ictor was even prepared to go in. No matter what, he had to let the two ratmen brigades withdraw from the first line of defense in an orderly manner.

The tribal warriors vaguely noticed this, so they left a circle of open space around Samir's escape team.

"Our army is defeated! Our army is defeated!"

After cutting off the heads of several more jackals one after another, Manshi managed to regain the military morale of the surrounding jackals, but by this time, it was obvious that the attack could no longer continue.

But at this moment, the gun team solved the only two minor problems and pointed their guns at Samir.

Although this move pointed out the target for the cannon, it still did not increase the hit rate.

Samir's slightly opened eyes looked at the heroic tribal warrior, and both of them showed smiles of escaping death.

He only felt a strong gust of wind.

"What happened?"

The poisonous warhead contained some power that Samir could not understand. The erosion and corruption even made the god behind him curious.

With corruption implanted in his body, he shouldn't be afraid of conventional long-range means.

As for the jackals behind them, whose morale was high, their hearts suddenly stopped when they saw their leader fall!

It felt like it had been hit with a heavy hammer.

After wiping out the leader among the jackals, the free-handed gun quickly focused on Samir, the biggest threat.

"I can't stand it anymore! Let's run away!"

"What did you say? The great shaman is dead?"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Two dimensional stone bullets were deeply embedded in Manshi's body, severely beating the hero who sacrificed his life to block the bullets.

However, if you want to achieve the level of dodging bullets, it is obviously not enough.

As a shaman, Samir's physical fitness can be said to be quite good.

Before Samir could react, he saw the guards carrying him passing by Manshi's body.

The steps that were originally moving forward were now a little timid.

"The great shaman has fallen!"

If you don't leave a few ounces of flesh and blood, you can't get up from the barbs.

At this time, only the relatively intact lower body of the hard stone-skinned transcendent was left, while the upper body had been beaten to pieces.

"No! Wild Stone!"

Samir was devastated. Losing a wild stone was more heartbreaking than losing three hundred tribal warriors!

"My alliance! My army! How could this happen?"

"Friendly forces! Why did the kingdom's friendly forces abandon us?"
Chapter completed!