Among the more than 200 siege weapons lost by the Four Kingdoms Alliance, more than 80 were owned by the Lanyue Dynasty.
Qu Xun's heart was bleeding. Before the sun set, half of the siege weapons he had on hand were almost consumed!
No, Qu Xun had people pull all the half-destroyed siege weapons back from the battlefield, and scolded the blacksmiths accompanying the army to see if they could salvage them.
Several broken siege weapons were pieced together, but it was difficult to repair them into a complete siege weapon, so Qu Xun jumped in anger.
The blacksmiths were so scolded by Qu Xun that they could only continue to repair it. However, facing the siege weapons that were blasted into a pile of scrap metal by artillery, no matter how ingenious they were, they could not save it.
A wisp of evening wind blew behind Qu Xun. Qu Xun turned around irritably and looked around, but did not find any visible figure, so he continued to urge the blacksmith to work.
The soldiers guarding the siege weapons were trying their best to pay attention to what was going on around them.
In fact, they doubted that the people in the deserted land would be idiots to destroy these siege weapons.
This is a military camp where three million people are stationed!
No matter how courageous the people in the deserted land were, they wouldn't come here to seek death, right?
The soldiers did not believe that someone would come to cause sabotage, but due to the commander's order, they had to stay here honestly.
In the dark night, only the light of the fire flickered, and the huge siege weapon was covered with thick raincloth, blocking its true appearance in Mount Lu.
A slight sound sounded.
The soldiers immediately looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the raincloth covering the siege weapons move, but found nothing else possible.
"The wind in this deserted land at night is really damn cold." A soldier couldn't help but muttered, trying hard to shrink his neck to prevent the cold wind from invading his body.
The heavy raincloth made a sound in the wind. The soldiers occasionally glanced at it and found nothing wrong, so they paid no attention to it.
Under the cover of raincloths and siege weapons, they were suddenly thrown away out of thin air.
Six small pits were dug up at the same time, and six scrolls suddenly appeared in the air. It seemed like there were six invisible hands, carefully placing the six scrolls into the pit, and then they were dug up.
The soil once again covered the scroll, as if it had never been touched.
The raincloth made another sound, but the soldiers had become accustomed to ignoring it.
The golden writing on the scroll buried under the sudden cover had a hint of magic, but it was suddenly covered up and not discovered by anyone.
The night wind in the deserted land was far less gentle than in other areas. Many soldiers had gone into tents to avoid the strong wind. Only those guarding soldiers still stood firm at their posts.
The fire that was not extinguished was swaying in the wind. The camp was a little empty. A black triangular piece of cloth suddenly floated out of the air. Under the cover of the night, the black cloth quietly fell on the fire.
Everything was burned.
"Idiot." came a slight voice that was almost covered by the wind. This small voice was quickly crushed by the strong wind.
The soldiers of the Lanyue Dynasty guarded the siege weapons and listened to the rain cloth being blown by the wind. They squinted their eyes and shrank their shoulders, trying to make their presence smaller in the wind.