C137 Fire Salma

Safe was also very curious what kind of sign could make a guard call himself to see it personally. Thus, he followed the guard to the city lord's gate.

A very large wooden board, but it was cut to the point that it should be a door. A few lines of words were clearly carved on it with a sword: Alliance Army Commander Safen, I think you will be a soldier for half your life. You are now old, but compared to me, you are just a child. Even though you have hundreds of thousands of troops under your command, you did not gain any benefits from me. If you fail again, you will be sent back to the empire. Out of pity, I can only give you the Salma City. But don't get too excited, this city isn't that easy to take. Pocot left a message.

After looking at the words on it, Safe's face turned ashen. "Not only did this old thing cause me to suffer heavy losses, I have now conquered a city. He actually set up such a signboard to mock me. He clearly wants his subordinates to see me as a joke. " In a fit of rage, Safe sent the door flying with a kick.

However, just as the door was sent flying with this kick, there was an explosion below. A few guards moved quickly and protected Sean.

But the disaster was far from over. This small explosion actually caused a huge chain reaction! Intense explosions happened all over the city at the same time. Many soldiers were directly killed before they could even react.

It turned out that when Shawn was busy with how to attack the city, Pocot had already planned to give up on this isolated city: the city walls were not thick enough, and there were not enough fortifications. Apart from sufficient food, there was nothing to gain from it. It was already not bad to be able to defend for a few days. Therefore, he had the mage group make explosive scrolls every day and bury them in every corner of the city.

Although making magic scrolls was very difficult, for these mages, ordinary explosive scrolls like these were still very easy to obtain. However, the commander's requirements were too much: "Must be enough to blow up this city and not leave a single blade of grass or tree behind for the enemy."

Thus, these mages rushed day and night to make scrolls. When they were tired, they meditated for a while. When they felt better, they immediately threw themselves back into making. After a few days, they finally buried the explosive scrolls in every corner of the city.

While Shawn was busy attacking in the middle of the night, Pocot was preparing to draw the line. "We must let them touch it by themselves. However, such scrolls will not explode unless they are violently collided or torn apart." After thinking about it, Pocot finally had a good idea.

He had been leading the commander by the nose all this time. If he wrote a few words to anger him now, it would definitely make him go berserk. At that time, there would definitely be a reaction.

Thus, there was this door that was filled with words. The bottom of the door was tightly connected to the end of the scroll, as long as it was taken away. The scroll would be torn apart and immediately explode. Because there were too many scrolls buried underground, so as long as there was an explosion... There would be a chain reaction, just like how a mine was buried all over the ground. It could definitely raze this city to the ground.

With Sean's character, he would definitely not leave this door there to be looked at. At the very least, he would let the guards move it away. However, the old marshal did not expect that Sean's hatred towards him would be so deep. This Si actually sent the door flying. It could be imagined that this was the result.

A huge explosion had occurred throughout the city. After the explosion, a huge fire had been set ablaze. As this was all done on purpose, the speed and intensity of the fire far exceeded the imagination of the allied army. Almost all of the soldiers who entered the city had the chance to stay alive, and even Safe was saved by a few very powerful guards who risked their lives to save him.

The most miserable place was the grain warehouse. Not only had there been a huge explosion, but there was also a huge explosion. And there was a fire. The raging fire prevented everyone from getting close. They could only watch helplessly as the grain in their hands was burned. However, Pocot had already left with enough grain. He could not leave any of the remaining food to the other party.

Just this alone was not enough. There were actually quite a number of simple mechanisms in the city. Clearly, they had just been built. When the explosion began, it was also activated at the same time. Many soldiers who survived the fire died under these traps. At the same time, the remaining three city walls collapsed at the same time. Many soldiers who were trying to escape were killed.

The entire Salma City had turned into a sea of fire. There were even sounds of explosions in the middle.

Pocot's beautiful "Fire New Village," causing the alliance army to suffer even more losses.

Safe really could not accept this fact. He had just seen the warehouse full of grain. He was still full of hope. But now, everything had turned into bubbles. Not only did he not get any supplies... What he had gotten... It was just a pile of ruins.

Looking at the burning Samaritan in front of him, he felt a sweetness in his mouth. With a "pounce," he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, unconscious.

At this time, Pocot retreated another sixty miles and entered Zangala City. Here, he was no longer prepared to retreat. He had to firmly hold onto the alliance army and hold them back until he defeated them.

The embarrassed Sean only woke up after a whole day of coma. Due to the recent tension and blood flow problems, in addition to the shock he received in Salma City, he suddenly fainted. At this time, his face was pale and very weak, but he still managed to get up and move. "The army cannot lack a commander for a day, no matter how difficult it is. I must let the soldiers see a confident commander. "

However, Sean was a little tired. Although he had successfully advanced more than a hundred miles into Art, the losses were too great. At this rate, he would die before he even reached the Yat City. When the time came, what else could he use to fight? Moreover, his biggest enemy, Pocot, was still safe and sound, and even his army wasn't damaged at all. Such a situation was very disadvantageous to him.

However, he had no other choice. He could only continue to push forward and lead the army to Zangala City to continue the confrontation with Art's army.

At this moment, a transfer order came from above: "Alliance commander Safe, due to physical reasons, is no longer suitable to command the army in battle. From today onwards, return to the empire and give the command to the new commander."

"He finally came." The old man smiled helplessly. He thought that he was not wronged. He had not been able to cherish the opportunity after several big battles. He had spent tens of thousands of people to reach this place. If not for the fact that he had some connections in the capital... He was afraid that this transfer order was not the only one that had come. There should also be a prison carriage. But now, he didn't have to face that crafty Pocot anymore.

"I don't know if the new guy can defeat him or not. Although I really want the empire to win, the wisdom of the opponent is indeed admirable. Let's pray for the new commander. I hope you can defeat that monster. "