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He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at his daughter who was communicating quietly with the launcher, and glanced at Feng Yu. Feng Yu spread his hands and looked very bachelor.

On the battlefield at this moment, due to this change, the soldiers even forgot to shoot. They all stared blankly at the fireball in the sky, and then mechanically turned their heads to look at Nitya.

Which soldier has never played with mass-produced rocket launchers and grenade launchers, but the two rocket launchers just now are obviously not comparable to the glamorous mass-produced goods. This thing can kill two people with two shots at a distance of thousands of meters. A flying undead mage.

Feng Yu murmured and asked: "Has the speed exceeded [-]?"

Nitya nodded: "I haven't tested it yet. This is an unfinished product. It will be improved based on this performance after I go back."

"very good already."

A dwarf guarding the steps shouted angrily: "There are too many undead, and you are still chatting."

This was Dick's voice, and Feng Yu recognized it.

"Hold on, we have to clean them up anyway. If we can't fight them, we'll defend them, and just kick down the guys who climb up."

"What should I do if these dead guys come back to life?"

Feng Yu: ""This is really a problem.

"Teacher, the thing here seems to be kerosene"

Marshall ran over, holding half a gourd, also known as a gourd, in his hand, which contained some black viscous liquid.

"Just give it a try and accumulate your salary."

Marshall was stunned.

Feng Yu patted his head: "Heat it up before lighting it. Where did you find this thing?"

"In the vat at the corner of the city wall."

"Pour it down and let me try." Dempsey said.

Forgetting that this expert in playing with fire, Feng Yu quickly winked at Marshall, who took a big ladle and poured it down the city.

Dempsey waved his hand, and a chain of fire hit the black liquid falling on the ground and the undead.

Immediately afterwards, there was a bang, and a scorching heat wave surged up along with black smoke. Feng Yu felt his eyebrows curling.

Are you planning an indiscriminate attack?

"Pony, please stay away from me."

Marshall scratched his head and said, "There are a lot of them over there. I'll take someone to get them." He ran away.

The heat wave not only made the soldiers on the city wall shrink their heads collectively, but also caused the undead below the city to roar and suffocate.

Feng Yu slapped his head hard: "Chu, why did you forget the flamethrower? Decorate it with alcohol and white sugar, which is a burning artifact. It's not very beautiful when used to deal with these dried meats."

However, these black liquids were not bad. Feng Yu saw that the black liquid on the undead golden armor was burning very vigorously, and the flames were not extinguished even as the undead warriors ran.

Seeing Marshall and others scooping up a lot of black oil, Feng Yu said: "Pour it on the bodies of the dead undead warriors to prevent them from being resurrected."

"Teacher, wouldn't it be better to use this thing to burn the undead?"

"Okay, they are running around, don't set our palace on fire, then we will suffer a lot."

Not long after the battle started, Feng Yu had already recorded the palace of Golden City in his account book.

Marshall nodded speechlessly and began to lead several soldiers to scoop out the fire oil.

"Can you bring the barrel over?"

"Teacher, that wooden barrel is too big. It is nearly two meters square. It is so full that it is impossible to carry it."

"It seems that there are quite a lot of them. Fortunately, they are all undead with little intelligence. Otherwise, we may not be able to defeat this golden city."

Feng Yu said, without stopping, he called out the names of the undead warriors under the city with a condescending shot.

Although these undead warriors in the imperial city each had golden armor and golden helmets, they were still unable to defend against the bullets from Cattail City, and fell one by one under the steps of the city wall.

But after a while, something bad happened to everyone, that is, a fishy smell of barbecue with a burnt aroma came up from the fire under the city.

"My mud horse"

This is no longer a problem that can be solved by just smelling the smoke. This is a biochemical attack.

After experiencing the battle two days ago, the soldiers once again staged such a scene. They vomited after being beaten, and lay on the wall and vomited.

"Darren, look at what you did." Dempsey had already flown above the moat to avoid the intoxicating smell.

"Marshall, look at what you did." Feng Yu ran to Dick and pulled down a wine bottle, took out the handkerchief in his pocket, poured some wine on it, and covered his mouth and nose.

Marshall: "Ugh~"

"We won't practice this soldier anymore." After Dempsey finished speaking, he jumped into the air.

"Boss, wait a minute. Once your fire magic comes out, this golden city will really become popular."

"That's better than being sick and dying here."

Feng Yu: "" When he saw it, the soldiers were indeed working very hard. It was not hard to fight, but it was hard to fight against a steady stream of enemies while feeling nauseated and vomiting.

"Move the position, move the position along the city wall, and move to the leeward position. Marshall, sprinkle black oil on our retreat, and don't forget to bring the ladder."

After hearing the order, the soldiers began to retreat while fighting. They retreated along the city wall to the east-west section of the city wall and ignited the kerosene poured along the way.

In this way, the battle lasted for nearly three hours. Feng Yu could no longer remember how many magazines he had emptied. The rifling of the machine gun in his hand was also bald. After replacing the barrel, he finally managed to kill the undead under the city wall. Almost cleaned up.

During this period, Dempsey, who couldn't bear it any more, ignored his daughter Nidia's weapon test. He found the undead mage who had been knocked down by Nidia and exploded it with a pyrotechnic.

"Oh my God, I finally see the end. Dick, go and see if the armor worn by those golden warriors is pure gold."

Dick threw the ax aside and sat on the ground with his two stubby legs spread apart.

"Fucking pure gold, you really think gold is the sand in the desert. I've seen that thing before. It's gilded, with only a thin layer of gold paint."

"Big loss"

"worn out"

"My stomach is growling with hunger, but I don't want to eat anything."

"Can you please don't mention eating, vomit~"

Feng Yu glanced at the city wall and the black smoke that was still coming out with lingering fear, and there seemed to be a hint of burnt aroma wafting through his nose.

"This is the most disgusting thing I have ever done in my life. I might as well fight a bunch of bone sticks."

Feng Yu ignored these people's chatter and arranged for Marshall to count the ammunition, preparing to clean up the imperial city in one go.

"Uncle Xingjin, are there any undead in the imperial city?"

"There aren't many left. They are all scattered undead. They may be locked up in some room and can't get out. There are no large-scale undead warriors except for the main hall in the middle."