Rebellion?... Hobson was slightly shocked. Before he could react, the mercenary Mir heard from two alchemist masters that they wanted to give up the mission.
Hobson's head is getting bigger...
"Master Mill, we will have another alchemist master joining us soon. Please don't worry about this. We will definitely win the final victory." Hobson first comforted Mill.
Then he said to Cecil: "Your people were all killed by our own people? Have you seen it with your own eyes?..."
Cecil sneered, pointing his fingers at his own eyes, and then at the remaining team members behind him, "Not only what I saw, but the soldiers behind me also experienced it deeply. They did not die on the battlefield, but most of them died.
Under the gunpoint of one’s own people.”
Hobson no longer doubted the authenticity of it. Now that what had happened, even if there were some misunderstandings, since there were so many casualties, even if there were no problems with Harrow's troops, there was no room for maneuver at this time.
"Okay, I understand. I will organize troops to destroy them." Hobson nodded, confirming that they were listed as rebels.
Under the black smoke cloud, the defensive cover of the alchemy laboratory was continuously bombarded. After an unknown period of time, the light blue defensive cover shattered like glass with a loud bang.
Hobson's stern face turned around and said calmly: "Lord Mill, please set off."
"Okay, I will believe you for the time being." Mir still refused to give up the high reward promised by the Frankish country, but showed a reluctant look.
A group of elite soldiers made a small boat from nearby materials. After boarding the boat, they waited for the commander's order.
Mir jumped from a distance and landed firmly on the boat. The red alchemy array around him appeared on the wooden boat, and the sudden appearance of black invaded the entire wooden boat.
A soldier knocked it curiously, and it made a crisp sound like steel.
"Let's go." The commanders ordered.
The soldiers paddled the oars vigorously and uniformly. Mir stood at the bow of the boat, with his right hand stretched out and attached to the bow.
An iron plate was pulled up from the side of the ship and stood in front of him like a shield.
Orange fireballs flew out from the alchemy laboratory and hit the surroundings of the boat like cannonballs.
Some were dodged by the skilled helmsman, and some hit the upright iron plate, leaving a dark mark.
The artillery fire from the shore was sparsely fired, and most of it was still fired on the lake. This was to cover the approach of the small boat.
They didn't dare to use all their firepower, otherwise the entire alchemy laboratory would be blown up.
The boat soon approached the wall of the alchemy laboratory, and the black iron block in front of Mir began to condense, forming a huge drill bit.
He started drilling at high speed against the wall of the laboratory, and the stone wall reinforced by alchemy soon began to crack.
A large hole three meters wide appeared in front of the boat, and at the same time, the laboratory alchemist behind the wall also appeared in front of them.
Mir's mouth opened, and he pointed the palm of his right hand at them, and a black circular alchemy circle appeared in front of his palm.
The steel particles gathered inside, and soon formed an enhanced alchemical fire gun.
The alchemists in the laboratory tried to escape in panic, but countless steel needle bullets flew from behind them, breaking their arms, leg bones and lumbar vertebrae.
Soon there were corpses everywhere.
"My lord, Captain Hobson wants to live." A soldier reminded.
Mir glanced at him with a half-smile, "I'll try my best, but it's your turn to go up..."
The soldier then jumped out of the boat, stepped onto the end of the laboratory, and searched inside with a steam gun. At this time, a large string of steel needles passed through his back and immediately cut him into several pieces.
Everyone looked at the laughing Mir and waved his hands: "I'm sorry, my hand slipped just now, hehe..."
Everyone suddenly felt cold all over.
Hobson on the shore looked at the alchemy watch in his hand from time to time, frowned and muttered: "It's been almost half an hour, why haven't you come out yet?"
At this time, a soldier ran from a distance, stood at attention in front of Hobson and saluted: "Commander, the Black Ax Corps is less than 500 meters away from us."
"Well, let everyone be prepared to block the attack..." Hobson said calmly.
He was prepared to use the blood of soldiers to buy enough time. After all, according to his intelligence, the things in the alchemy laboratory were very precious to the Frankish country.
The wind blows from afar, picks up the gray sand grains on the ground, carries them to a distant place, and then brings them here from a distant place.
Groups of soldiers bent over and marched forward with steam guns in hand. Their eyes were all fixed on the defensive position not far away.
At the gate of the Alchemist Guild, sandbags were piled up into positions, and soldiers with guns stood behind them, nervously aiming at the approaching members of the Black Ax Corps.
The Black Ax Corps quickly stopped, and Duncan in the center shouted with an alchemy trumpet: "Soldiers of Enoch, you were just blinded by Hobson, and they are using your blood to destroy the entire city of Zath.
"
"Stop working for them. We Enoch people will not fight against Enoch people. Join us. Our Black Ax Corps will definitely become the new guardian of Zas City."
All the Enoch soldiers looked at each other and started whispering for a while.
They were originally coerced. It was not their intention to fight against the army of Zas City, but they did not dare to resist Hobson's rule.
In his team there were Franks who had been placed there, as well as Enoch people who were lured to Frank by the benefits. Frank spies were everywhere in the team at this time.
They didn't dare to say anything against Frank casually, because if they did, they would definitely be transferred away the next day, and then they would never be seen again.
Although Duncan's words caused a commotion, he was quickly scolded by the leader of the team and calmed down.
Seeing that it was difficult to persuade him to surrender, Duncan followed Qin Feng's instructions and shouted: "Brothers of Enoch, we know that you are being coerced. You are afraid that your lives will be taken away by the real enemy in the team as soon as you open your mouth.
.”
"But it doesn't matter. As long as you drop your weapons and squat on the ground and raise your hands to surrender after we rush up, you can save your lives. But when we rush up and you still resist with weapons, then I'm sorry.
No, we can only send you to the underworld."
"I'll count one, two, three, and we'll start charging. Enoch's brothers, life or death depends entirely on you..."
Just as Duncan finished speaking, a harsh whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, and it was not just one sound, but continuous.
He raised his head to look, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted hysterically: "It's a cannonball, avoid it, quickly avoid it..."
Boom boom boom...
The shells exploded around Duncan, and a large number of soldiers flew away instantly, especially the fierce flames, which burned a large area.
A figure jumped out of the fire, and silvery white mist appeared on his body. The hot fire snakes kept biting the mist, until they were almost exhausted, Duncan finally rushed out of the sea of fire.
Without stopping, with the joy of surviving the disaster still fixed on his face, he hurried to where Qin Feng was.
At a street corner, the panting Duncan rubbed the ground and stopped. He looked up and saw that there was no one on the back of the horse that originally carried Qin Feng.
Duncan asked Catherine, who was also riding on a war horse, suspiciously, "Sir, where is Lord Qin Feng?"
Catherine pointed a finger at the ground.
Duncan understood instantly and immediately saluted: "Thank you, sir."
He turned and left, his face showing the joy of victory.
Under the ground, in the dark space, only Qin Feng's eyes were still shimmering, and a compass made of golden runes could be seen from inside.
As time went by, he was able to control a little of the true energy in his body.
Qin Feng stepped on a stone slab under his feet, and the surrounding stone walls flowed backwards like running water, while he walked quickly through the underground.
Soon we arrived at the artillery position on the shore of Hobson Corps Lake.
Under the orders of the Frankish officer, the soldiers loaded black cannonballs into the barrels.
These shells are not filled with gunpowder, but a black alchemical oil. In addition to the explosive effect, the greatest destructive power is the burning effect over a large area.
The artillery soldiers quickly adjusted their position, and when they were about to pull the trigger, the ground suddenly sank in a large area, and the entire artillery position suddenly disappeared on the horizon.
Not far away, Hobson saw such a scene, and the outline of his eyes expanded slightly. Is this the masterpiece of the master of earth alchemy? He is nearby...
He called a soldier and said: "Hurry to the alchemy laboratory and find Lord Mir, so that he can deal with this master of earth alchemy."
"Yes." The soldier saluted and ran towards the lake. Throwing away the steam gun on his body, he rushed into the water and swam forward quickly.
In the large hole, all the artillery pieces were pierced by the jagged stone thorns, and more than a dozen cannons disappeared into the Tai Chi pattern one after another.
Well, done... Qin Feng's figure standing at the bottom of the big cave escaped into the ground again, heading back in the direction he came from.
When the soldiers came to check, they found that except for the corpses under the ground, the cannon had completely disappeared.
The Black Ax Corps, which was dodging artillery shells, felt that the artillery fire had not come for a long time, and then cautiously poked its head out.
Duncan and Winnie were seen standing in the middle of the street, shouting loudly: "The artillery position has been destroyed by our adults, the moment of victory has arrived, and the other side is only frightened. Now is the time for you to charge.
"
"charge……"
The speech boosted the confidence of many soldiers. As long as they win this final battle, they will be the guardians of Zas City from now on and will enjoy high honors and wealth.
"Charge..." The soldiers of the Black Ax Corps rushed forward with guns in hand.
Most of the Enoch men in the opposite regiment kept Duncan's words in mind. After seeing their charge, they immediately put down their weapons, squatted down and raised their hands.
Those who were still resisting were either Franks or loyal Enoch spies, but they were already in the minority and were quickly swallowed up by the tide of the Black Ax Corps.