Tiya turned her head and looked at Martin.

Martin explained: "I'm here to deliver things, too."

As he said that, a large wooden box appeared in Martin's hand. He casually placed the wooden box next to him, and then another wooden box appeared in his hand.

After putting down five large boxes in succession, he looked at a craftsman temple deacon beside the third prince and said to him: "This is the latest gunpowder developed by Gress, with instructions for use."

The deacon's face changed drastically when he heard Martin's words, and he quickly wanted to jump away.

The temple used nitroglycerin explosives before, but the ingredients were not pure enough and the power was not maximized.

All craftsmen know that this kind of gunpowder is very unstable, and generally there are special temple extraordinary people to keep and transport it. Even so, accidents will occur occasionally.

So when I saw Martin's operation, I was afraid that these barrels of explosives would blow up the city walls directly.

"Don't worry, this new explosive is much more stable than before." Martin explained with a smile.

In fact, TNT is not absolutely safe, and there is still a certain chance of being detonated when impacted, but its stability is much better than acid-absorbing glycerol.

Moreover, all the explosives in the box were packed into pieces, and some cotton was also placed in the gap to slow down the impact when moving.

The deacon called someone to carefully move all the explosives away...

Martin looked at the middle of the gentle slope outside the city wall. The pile of corpses emitting strange red light attracted Martin's attention.

Without Bishop Aslan's explanation, Martin felt the abnormality. He rubbed his slightly itchy nose. Since he became an extraordinary person, he had not felt like he was catching a cold for a long time.

He looked at his panel-[You have been affected by the "mias of disease".]

This is a range-type negative state!

It can affect mid-level extraordinary people, but its power is no longer low.

Martin looked at the others on the wall.

Bishop Aslan was safe and sound. Except for Tiya, there was no response, other extraordinary people more or less had symptoms such as itchy nose or cough. Depending on the sequence, the intensity of physical fitness, and the degree of symptoms also vary.

As for ordinary soldiers, it was even more serious. When Martin saw the soldiers who had just been replaced, he seemed to have had a serious cold, his face was pale, his limbs were weak, and he even had to support him with his comrades before he could walk down the city wall.

"Is that a ritual? the realm of life?"

Martin asked Bishop Aslan beside him to confirm.

The bishop nodded: "As long as you can smell the rotten smell, it will be affected."

Martin frowned and looked at the pile of corpses on the hillside. There were at least thousands of dense corpses. Although they were enemy soldiers, being used as ritual materials also made Martin feel a little heartbroken.

And Martin also heard that Lance seemed to have deliberately let these soldiers die, and most of them were farmers who were forcibly recruited into the army for two months.

It is clearly a ritual in the realm of "life", but it shows such evil characteristics...

But this is on the battlefield, and the winner has everything.

Martin put away that wisp of sympathy and carefully sensed the power of the ceremony.

The extraordinary people on the city wall are not affected much, the symptoms are not obvious, and as long as they leave the area covered by this smell, they will return to normal, but ordinary soldiers will feel very uncomfortable, and they will even be in danger of their lives after a while.

And the smell seems to be spreading into the city.

"What do you think is better to deal with?" Bishop Aslan asked Martin.

Martin held his cheek with his hand and looked at the pile of corpses burning in a strange way, and began to think.

The sergeant next to him didn't know Martin very much, and was surprised that Aslan attached so much importance to this young man.

Originally, they saw Martin sending gunpowder, thinking that he was a coolie in the temple of craftsmen.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

In addition, His Highness the Prince seems to attach great importance to the young man's opinions and acts as if he listens carefully.

Someone whispered and discussed Martin's identity, but immediately, Tiya, the god-loving man, was warned coldly and closed her mouth...

Martin pursued the source of ritual power. Although there were strong fluctuations in the life realm after the dividing line, even the power of the same realm would have different fluctuations.

Martin also distinguished the fluctuations of the ritual power and the new mother's fluctuations.

After a moment, his eyes looked at a forest about seven or eight hundred meters away. The telescope appeared in his hand, and a figure could be seen vaguely shaking between the woods in the lens barrel.

With the attitude of beating a shot first without a date, Martin ordered the deacon before: "Get the coordinate chart! It's about 12-5 or 12-6."

The coordinate chart is an important item of the artillery force, and the importance of this thing to the cannon is equivalent to the scope against the sniper rifle.

Before the war began, Martin asked Gress to inform the extraordinary people of the craftsman temple of Annu Fortress, and mapped the precise terrain near Annu Fortress in advance, and divided it into hundreds of coordinate charts according to the area.

These areas are all within the coverage of artillery!

All artillery in the city are controlled by extraordinary craftsmen.

On the one hand, it is because artillery is an important ordnance, and on the other hand, it is because they all went to Faralin to be trained by Gladys and knew how to calculate and correct artillery targets.

Of course, they have also met Martin in Gress several times. They knew that this young man was Gress's teacher, and the math textbooks he learned also had Martin's name, so they respected him very much...

The artillery is uniformly made by craftsmen with their abilities, with high accuracy. After the parabolic function is added to the influence of wind speed and air resistance, the error of the shell landing point can basically be reduced to within three meters!

This kind of accuracy is very rare in today's era.

After a while, Martin got the coordinate chart.

This map is different from an ordinary map, with a very accurate scale. A month ago, before the Lance's army arrived in the Bris Valley, the temple's people completely mapped the terrain near the Annu Fortress.

Moreover, this map also has horizontal and vertical lines and vertical lines, and there are also many contour lines that are rarely marked.

Martin drew a small circle on the paper and marked the location where he had just discovered it.

"Have the artillery been calibrated?" Martin asked the deacon named Jerrys.

Jerrys shook his head and was about to report, but remembered something, and looked at the sergeant beside His Highness the Third Prince, and his mouth was about to speak, closed directly.

When Martin was formulating the army, he also wrote a very strict set of confidentiality regulations. All non-decision-making cadres in the army were not qualified to understand the composition of the artillery battalion and the location of the artillery positions, which was to prevent leaks.

His Highness Vita knew about it and waved to his subordinates: "Not from the artillery battalion, leave immediately!"

Most of the sergeants left with a very aggrieved defeat, leaving only two battalion commanders of the artillery battalion. Then Jerrys said: "There are currently five artillery positions in the city, three of which have been calibrated for ballistics, and the other two have been on standby. There are four positions outside the city, but they have been in a state of silence."

Martin nodded, thought for a moment and said, "Let the five positions in the city start to adjust the ballistics, aim at this target, and let the two positions that have not yet calibrated the ballistics to conduct a round of test firing first. Pay attention! Use other targets to calibrate, don't alert the snake!"

"In addition, the charges in the shells were also replaced with this new type of explosive!"

Jerrys nodded immediately and handed over a special pocket watch: "Where is the launch time?"

Martin took the pocket watch and looked at the time above. It was just past six o'clock.

All artillery positions have unified the time, because there is no radio station, so the shooting time can only be arranged in advance, especially when a volley is required to strike a fixed area.

In this era of extraordinary power, one or two seconds may give the other party a chance to react.

"Start at 6:25, launch on time!"

The two battalion commanders of the artillery battalion looked at the third prince.

Vita nodded and signaled them to do as Martin arranged.

Martin didn't reserve much time for them, which was also a disguised test of the training results of the two artillery battalions.

Jerrys took the two battalion commanders of the artillery battalion and immediately went down to prepare.

"Do you need my help?" Bishop Aslan asked.

Martin did not refuse, his eyes narrowed slightly, looked at the dividing line that did not exist in his field of vision, and asked Bishop Aslan, "You should have left some energy, how much can you suppress her?"

Aslan raised his lips and said in a confident tone: "It depends on how much you need."

"It doesn't take too long to push forward one hundred meters, just one second!" Martin said confidently.

"Yes! Go!" Aslan waved his hand and his robe sounded violently, signaling Martin to set off.

He naturally knew when to cooperate with Martin.

Tiya frowned, and she also understood what Martin was going to do.

Just as he was about to speak out to dissuade him, his shoulder was supported by Bishop Aslan.

"Don't worry, I will protect his life without worries!"

Tiya glared at the bishop in annoyance, stood aside and stopped talking.

"It's okay, don't worry, I won't take risks." Martin smiled and comforted Tiya.

"That's the pope in the realm of life!" Tiya said angrily.

"I heard that he is an old lady over 200 years old, but I am not going to provoke her. That ritualist is my goal!"

...

Boom, boom!

A few thunderous sounds of artillery fire came from inside Annu Fortress.

A riot immediately broke out in the camp on the edge of the woods.

Some ran into the woods wildly, hoping that the trees could provide a safe environment, while others lay down on the spot and shrank into a ball like fate.

"Stop! Stop me!"
To be continued...