Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 113 Imperial Mortar Cannon
The Oman forest is not flat, just like Brionne often sees small hills, it also has small places that are over ten meters away, but today, an unexpected visitor came to the hills in the forest.

Scigel One-Eyed was very happy today. He was covered with the human shrimp skin that was just peeled off. It was bloody and could be used as supper.

And got the rumbling shrimp thing, thanks to those bone sticks telling it where it should go to rob better.

And when it climbed up a high hill in the forest, and wanted to take its boys to have a good look at the power of this rumbling thing, it saw how its camp had been ruined by those shelled shrimps.

"Ah... my old lair! My big shiny house, my troll pet!"

The goblins and the boys had never seen the boss so angry. They trembled in fear and tried to stay away from the boss, but even so, a headless snotling was still too close.

It was grabbed violently, tied together with stones, and then stuffed into the cannon. Theoretically, things from the Empire could not be spoiled like this, but in the hands of the greenskins, everything is possible.

It rubbed the rough skin directly to ignite the match, and the sizzling fireworks gradually burned.

"Waaagh! Let me see if the shrimp thing is strong enough!"

Amidst the pitiful screams of the snotling, a thing that could barely be regarded as a cannonball was fired. Roel had just improved his eyesight, and he could see clearly.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Get down, everyone get down!"

Doubts, puzzles, basically only the Jazz, Ryan, and Alimara are obedient at the first time, and the adventurers at the second time, and the peasants immediately do it because of their timidity, and the knights probably resist lying on the dirty floor, But they soon regretted it.

When the first goblin shell hit the ground, goblin flesh and shards of stone erupted with incredible force, especially the guys on horseback, who were exceptionally tall and stupid.

Then there were the squires at the station, the poor fellows were hit by the filthy pellets, the horses fell straight down, and the knights, because of their armor, just fell to the ground, in a mess.

But there was one person who was different. He was the baron. He didn't carry a helmet, and he didn't listen to Roel. The sudden attack exploded instantly, and the baron's head was hit by a snot-nosed bone, and the whole thing was sunken.

Now the Baron proved himself clear of suspicion, he was just observing the situation on the battlefield, and was killed, the blood spilling from his head, because it was so fast, he even kept his eyes open.

Roel saw everything clearly, and his heart was full of mixed emotions. Did the noble just die like this?

It wasn't the first time he'd seen a life go by suddenly, but this time, there was a strange sense of abruptness and... sense of meaninglessness.

He's dead, that's all, the eye sockets are bleeding from not wearing the helmet, this stupid thing.

Roel crawled to the side of the Baron, wanting to see if he was still alive...

"Baron, Baron?" He called out a few times, but there was no answer, a burst of black humor that made people feel surprised.

The lord entrusted by the king, the person who ruled a region, died of a broken bone of a green-skinned snot...

But Roel didn't waste any time, and the second missile hit again. They replaced it with a goblin shell, which was more powerful and screamed even worse.

This time the knights also became more honest. Seeing the baron's misery, they lay obediently on the ground and did not dare to move.

The green skins on the hills in the distance cheered. Of course, there were some goblins who forgot that they might become cannonballs, and stood next to the boss and shouted when they were suddenly pushed in.

The two mortars fired in turn, the boys continued to refill, and the ammunition was quite sufficient, but they obviously looked down on human ammunition...

Obviously there are cannonballs, why use goblins? You may ask them this question and they will not be able to answer it.

The constant bombing fell near the camp, and the rough buildings made of greenskins continued to fall down, and the unlucky ones began to crawl on the bomb drop point and be directly vaporized.

Roel didn't have time to think about why life died so quickly, and he couldn't think too much about why the green skin had a mortar. He couldn't even stand up and get out of danger quickly.

Alimara, Sir Nock, his unlucky apprentice who doesn't exist, and his own subordinates can only endure the constant bombing of the green skins.

The dirt rolled, the knights trembled, the peasants died, badly enough, even their original goal failed, and the greenskins got what they didn't deserve.

Roel subconsciously wanted to use his own bomb to blow up a crater and crawl into it to avoid dying from the shrapnel, but found that his belt was shattered by the attack just now, and his flint and steel fell beside him at this moment, and was crushed by the bomb. Power shattered to pieces...

Roy's fists were buried in the soil, and his heart was bitter. His efforts once again vanished, and he might soon die of the snot-nosed man's bones!
When all thoughts were lost, in addition to the sound of thunderous cannonballs in the forest, there was another howl of wolves suddenly. At this moment, the green skins and the orcs found that in the forest near the hill, there were more and more wolves with moonlight in their eyes.

"Boss! boss!" the boys yelled, but One Eye was so obsessed with bombing that he nearly shoved the orc kid into a shell until a strong, muscular wolf's claws sliced ​​through his rough skin.

"Hmm!" One Eye licked the wound on his arm, looking at the pack of wolves surrounding the green skins.

"Brother's gift, I have something to play with!"

(End of this chapter)