"But now, the Principality of Canglang lost a lot of territory? The most important wolf-fang castle was beaten down." Gorkin said slowly: "They have completely lost the qualification to negotiate conditions with the Highlands. Now the Highlanders are taking action? Not only their tradition? It is also the best opportunity."

"Her Majesty the Queen of the Plateau People? No longer needs a puppet priest... She, and they, want to end directly." Gorkin said coldly: "Their winter offensive this time is not only to regain the lost territory of the Canglang Principality, but also to gain more!"

Joe looked at the pack of wolves getting closer and closer and asked Gorkin in a deep voice: "Why is it winter? In such a cold weather, my fingers are frozen."

Gorkin smiled and patted Joe's head hard: "It should be winter. These beasts move freely in winter, and our soldiers' combat power has been at least half weakened in this weather, so this should be winter."

After pondering for a while, Gorkin shook his head: "It must be winter... The people of the Highlanders used to be very poor. In winter, not to mention the wolves, they will starve to death. Launch a winter offensive to plunder food and wealth, so that they can safely survive the most terrifying cold weather in the next few months, and at the same time eliminate the old, weak, sick and disabled wolves, and retain the strongest and most powerful seeds. This must be winter."

"It can only be winter." Gorkin sighed: "In winter, all countries in the mainland are the most abundant prey. The harvest of autumn has been entered into the granary. People from all walks of life are about to celebrate the New Year, and the wealth in their hands is the most abundant, and the materials reserved at home are also the most abundant."

With a sneer, Gorkin said coldly: "Even if the raid is launched at this time, the flesh and blood of the people of the empire is also the most plump time. The wolf pack is happy to eat!"

Qiao widened his eyes and his face thrust violently.

Yes, in winter... the people of northern Xinjiang have to stay in winter. To put it bluntly, it is cold and snowing all over the sky. Everyone is stuck at home without doing anything, and there is nothing else except eating and drinking.

Fat.

This is a true physical fat.

The people of the empire have replenished a lot of meat and fat in the past month, but have no activity, and the average weight of all people will increase by more than ten or even twenty or thirty pounds.

For the wolves...

A plump people, a plump prey.

This is the real 'eater'!

The threats of the highlanders to the mainland countries adjacent to the highlands are not only to occupy territory, plunder the people, and plunder wealth... They also truly use people as their resources and use people to feed the wolves!

"No wonder the Highlanders are notorious, and even the church defines them as heretics." Joe murmured to himself.

"Joe, the church will not define them as heresy because they swear wolves and eat people." Wilkin smiled strangely: "They are heresy, just because they worship Wolf King Wall, but they disdain for Mu and Muteste, so they become heresy."

Joe was stunned and shrugged his shoulders.

The wolves were approaching quickly. In just a dozen words, Joe and Gorkin had approached less than a mile from the defense line.

Behind, a crisp sound of trumpets sounded.

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On the dozen towering mail towers in the rear, there were even messengers waving the small red flags quickly.

"Attention!" Gorkin raised his right hand and clenched his fist hard: "As long as you order!"

Qiao instinctively held his breath, and his eyes widened, his entire eyeballs covered with a faint crimson. His pupils continued to expand and shrink. His eyes swept across the boundless pack of wolves in front of him, and across the faces of the grimly smiling Highlanders.

He saw Broken Teeth and the wolf bandits beside Broken Teeth.

He saw the leaders of hundreds of wolf bandit gangs rushing in the front, as well as the vicious wolf bandit backbones.

He saw even more clearly the furry and ferocious faces of the wolves who were spitting out their long tongues and constantly waving in their mouths.

One thousand feet behind the trench defense line, thousands of old-fashioned artillery roared.

The old artillery with a caliber of 100, 80, and 60-inch caliber erupted with raging flames, and more than a thousand shells swirled, pulling out graceful arcs, lightly crossing more than a mile and plunging into the pack of wolves charging forward.

‘Boom, boom, boom’!

The old-fashioned flowering bullets loaded with black gunpowder continued to explode among the wolves, and black smoke rose rapidly from the snow-white earth.

In the fire, two or three evil wolves were blown up in the air near each black smoke.

A shrill cry of pain came, and large pieces of shell shell fragments splashed, hundreds of wolves were hit by shrapnel and fell off the wolf's back with blood.

The fire and blood mist rolled, and some limbs and broken arms flew up.

Thousands of old-fashioned shells only opened up more than a thousand insignificant small blank areas in the pack. When the pack surged, the vacancy disappeared, as if the shelling just now had no effect.

Salian mobilized a large number of artillery soldiers and set up three rows of old-fashioned artillery behind the defense line.

The first row of thousands of artillery fired, followed by the second row and the third row... Then, the first row of artillery filled with reload also roared wildly.

The shells kept exploding among the wolves, and the explosion was crazy.

The evil wolf was bombed into the sky with a tragic roar. After landing, it rolled away and disappeared.

The boundless pack of wolves continued to rush forward, easily filling the gap created by the shells.

A strange roar sounded.

In the woods two thousand feet behind the defense line, dozens of mortars with a diameter of more than 200 millimeters erupted in astonishing flames. Huge flowering bullets soared into the sky. They struggled to rush to the sky and then pierced their heads towards the wolf pack below.

The earth was trembling, huge black smoke columns rolled up countless snow, and the soil rushed to the sky.

The lethality of large-caliber mortar cannons is much stronger than that of field cannons. When each cannon falls, more than a dozen or even dozens of evil wolves were blown to pieces. Where the shock wave swept, wolves roared and spit out blood and flew down from the wolf's back.

Broken teeth lowered their heads and screamed: "Run over, rush over... Haha, as long as we rush into their queue, the Empire Pigs will let us slaughter!"

The wolves are getting closer and closer.

One mile...a half mile...two thousand feet...one thousand five hundred feet...one thousand feet...one thousand feet...

A wolf bandit holding an old-fashioned mesmerizing gun screamed: "Be careful...be close to four hundred feet, they will have a wave of shooting...they only have a chance to fire one! Hahaha, whoever is unlucky will die!"

Whether it is old-fashioned match rope guns or new-style flintlock rifles, their effective range is only three or four hundred feet, and their precise range is absolutely no more than one hundred feet.

Whether it is an old-fashioned clamp or a new flintlock rifle, they only have the chance to fire one shot when facing a high-speed charge. Four hundred feet, a distance of 120 meters in metric order, for the wolf pack, it only takes a few breaths, and it is not time to load for the second time, and the wolf pack will rush in front of you.
Chapter completed!