"boom!"

That sound seemed to have sounded some kind of signal, and the strange metal tube weapons in the hands of the dwarf soldiers began to spit out fire and gunpowder smoke crazily.

This scene allowed Zhao Pan to completely connect the strange weapon in the opponent's hand with their cannon.

Although there are still some differences in appearance between the two things, Zhao Pan was almost convinced at that time that the attack principle of that thing was definitely the same as their cannon!

And this is another trump card in John Thrall's hand, the dwarf musketeer!

In the Black Iron tier, most players actually already have the ability to make firearms.

But there are very few that are actually widely used.

The reason is simply that early firearms were too low in cost performance, had short range, and had poor attack efficiency. It would be better to continue to use crossbows and bows and arrows.

In other words, this is still an era ruled by cold weapons.

But John Thrall's dwarf civilization is an exception. First of all, his dwarf civilization has effect bonuses in the research and development of firearms. Secondly, his dwarf soldiers have racial talent bonuses when using firearms.

The combination of these two means that for other players, there are basically no useful guns, but in his hands, they can show quite good combat effectiveness.

The wild boar infantry who rushed at the front were undoubtedly hit head-on by the dwarf musketeers.

Under the continuous gunshots, large amounts of blood spattered on the battlefield.

Liu Tao, who was in charge of the battlefield command, quickly issued the order after realizing that something was wrong.

While signaling the orcs in the front row to retreat, they asked their human shield soldiers to quickly step forward and form a shield wall to withstand the firepower from the opposite side.

The battle outside the fortress made Zhao Pan frown obviously. The weapons on the opposite side were indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

As his thoughts whirled, he decisively signaled to the messenger next to him to blow the horn and tell the defenders to withdraw to the fortress.

Faced with this situation, John Thrall's first reaction was to pursue.

But how could Zhao Pan let him succeed?

The mage troops on the wall took action decisively, blasting them with gale bombs, explosive fireballs, thunderstorms, and three types of attack spells.

At the same time, in front of the dwarf army, several earthen walls suddenly rose up on the spot, blocking their way and giving the defenders a chance to withdraw.

The heavy city gate crashed down.

Looking at the closed city gate, and then at the siege equipment that was reduced to pieces by the cannons on the opposite side, John Thrall, who had some calculations in his mind, waved his hand, and the dwarf army temporarily retreated.

Instructing the soldiers on duty on the wall to continue keeping an eye on what was going on outside, Zhao Pan quickly walked down the city wall.

At this moment, there was a mess near the city gate, and many soldiers covered in blood just fell there, wailing continuously.

He didn't need to say anything, the medics and elf priests were already rescuing the seriously injured soldiers.

After nightfall, in the battle conference room of Beishan Fortress, the eyes of all the generals, including Zhao Pan, fell on the two things placed in the center of the conference table.

Those two things were a black projectile about the size of a thumb and a protective goggle.

The black bullet was still stained with some blood. It was taken from the wound of a wild boar soldier.

The wild boar soldier was hit in the arm by the opponent's strange weapon. Thanks to the layer of protection provided by the light armor and his own thick flesh, the projectile did not penetrate his arm.

It's stuck in his muscle tissue.

However, it still took a lot of effort for the medical soldiers to take it out.

They had to carefully cut open the surrounding wounds, remove the projectiles, then disinfect, apply medicine and suture them.

This whole process sounds simple, but actually takes a lot of effort to handle.

This means that the work of the medical soldiers is still ongoing to this day.

In the conference room, from time to time, bursts of wailing could be heard coming from outside.

The other thing, that is, the breast mirror, is not unusual in itself.

According to their majesty's design, the entire surface of the breast shield presents a curvature, which can, to a certain extent, deflect attacks hitting it.

Usually, one is installed around the heart to protect the vital parts of the heart.

But at this moment, the protective mirror, which should have been very smooth on the surface, now had two medium-sized dents.

There is no doubt that these two dents were left by the strange weapons in the hands of the enemy.

After sorting out the thoughts in his mind for a while, Zhao Pan, who was sitting in the main seat of the combat conference room, slowly spoke...

"Unless a soldier of the wild boar clan is hit in the head by that kind of weapon, the possibility of causing fatal injuries is relatively small. However, this does not mean that the destructive power of the weapon is weak."

"With the protection of a layer of light armor, wild boar people have excellent defense capabilities with their tough skin and high-density muscle tissue. This defense capability is their natural advantage."

"But the werewolves, foxes, kobolds, and our human race don't have such innate advantages."

While saying this, Zhao Pan glanced at the White Wolf Clan Chief Wade, the White Fox Clan Chief Kasin, the Kobold General Gou Shan and other representatives one by one.

"In other words, if we are hit directly on the vital point, the strange weapon on the other side will pose a fatal threat to us."

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the combat conference room became noticeably more solemn.

Even Hu Jie, who had always been quite confident in his own strength, was silent at this moment because the breast shield on the table was his...

At that time, when the orc troops were retreating collectively, facing the volleys of dwarf musketeers, it was simply unrealistic to dodge them all.

The flying projectiles only hit the goggles and his arm armor, but did not cause any substantial damage to him. This was already a blessing.

Perhaps feeling the solemn atmosphere in the combat conference room, Zhao Pan took a breath and changed the subject slightly...

"But don't be pessimistic. According to my observation, although the weapon is powerful, it is not invincible. Its weaknesses are also obvious."

"The first is the range. The effective range of the weapon is no more than one hundred meters. The basis is that in previous battles, the opponent kept firing from a distance of tens of meters. This is undoubtedly to ensure the lethality."

"The second is the attack frequency. His attack frequency is very slow. After one attack, it takes about twenty seconds to prepare before he can carry out the second attack."

"Of course, in order to make up for this shortcoming, the opponent divided his troops into several groups and adopted multi-stage attacks. However, as long as you spot the opportunity, you can still take advantage of it."

"The last thing is the power. As I said just now, if it directly hits the vital point, it will be a fatal threat to us, but on the other hand, as long as it does not directly hit the vital point, it will be fine."

"And according to the strength of the shields of the shield soldiers, they can withstand that attack."
Chapter completed!