The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 291 Barbecue Smell

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at his daughter who was whispering with the man carrying the launcher, and glanced at Feng Yu, who spread his hands, looking very lonely.

At this moment on the battlefield, due to this sudden change, the soldiers even forgot to shoot. They just stared blankly at the fireball in the sky, and then mechanically turned their heads to look towards Nitia.

Which soldier has not played with mass-produced rocket launchers and grenade launchers? But the two rockets just now were obviously not comparable to the ordinary mass-produced fancy goods. These things were at a distance of thousands of meters, and two shots took down two flying undead wizards.

Feng Yu murmured, "Has the speed exceeded 300?"

Nitia nodded and said, "It hasn't been tested yet. This is an unfinalized product. We will need to improve it based on its performance after we go back."

"very good already."

A dwarf guarding the steps shouted in a muffled voice: "There are too many undead, and you are still chatting?!"

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

"Hold on, we have to clean them up anyway. If you can't fight them anymore, just defend yourself and kick the ones that climb up."

"What if these dead guys come back to life?"

Feng Yu: “…” This is really a problem.

"Teacher, this thing looks like kerosene!"

Marshall ran over with half a gourd, commonly known as a "ladle", in his hand, with some black viscous liquid inside.

"Try to light it! Pile firewood on top!"

Marshall was stunned.

Feng Yu patted his head and said, "Heat it up before ordering. By the way, where did you find this?"

"In the big barrel at the corner of the city wall."

"Pour it down, I'll try." Demps said.

Forget about this expert who plays with fire! Feng Yu quickly winked at Marshall, who took a large ladle and poured it down to the city.

Demps waved his hand and a chain of fire hit the black liquid that fell on the ground and on the undead.

Then, there was an explosion with a bang, and a scorching heat wave accompanied by black smoke surged up. Feng Yu felt his eyebrows curled.

Are you going to launch an indiscriminate attack?

"Little Pony, splash it farther away too!"

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

The heat wave not only made the soldiers on the city wall retract their heads, but also made the undead under the city scream continuously and crowd forward.

Feng Yu slapped his head fiercely. "Damn it! How could I have forgotten the flamethrower? If I add some alcohol and sugar, it will become a burning weapon. It will be perfect for dealing with these dried meats."

But these black liquids were not bad either. Feng Yu saw that the black liquid on the undead's golden armor was burning very vigorously, and the flames did not go out even when the undead warrior was running.

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

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

"What good is that? They are running around everywhere. Don't let them set our palace on fire. That would cause us great losses."

Not long after the battle began, Feng Yu had already recorded the Golden City Palace in his account book.

Marshall nodded silently and began to scoop kerosene back and forth with a few soldiers.

"Can you bring the bucket with you?"

"Teacher, that wooden barrel is too big. It's nearly two meters square. It's full and there's no way to move it."

"It seems that there are quite a lot of these things. Fortunately, they are all unintelligent undead, otherwise we might not be able to conquer this golden city."

Feng Yu said this without stopping, and he fired one shot after another at the Undead warriors under the city from his high position.

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

But after a while, something happened that made everyone feel bad. A fishy smell of barbecue with a burnt aroma rose from the fire under the city.

"I'm a mud horse!"

This is not a problem that can be solved by just smelling the smoke; this is a biological attack.

After experiencing the battle two days ago, the soldiers repeated the same scene again. They vomited while fighting and lay on the city wall, vomiting all over the place.

"Darren, look what you have done." Demps had already flown above the moat to avoid the intoxicating smell.

"Marshall, look at what you have done!" Feng Yu ran to Dick, pulled down a wine jug, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, poured some wine on it, and covered his mouth and nose with it.

Marshall: “Ugh!”

"Let's not train this soldier anymore." After saying this, Demps took off into the air.

"Boss, wait a minute! Once your fire magic is released, this golden city will really catch fire."

"That's better than dying of disgust here."

Feng Yu: "..." He took a look and saw that the soldiers were indeed having a hard time. It wasn't the fighting that was hard, but the nausea and vomiting while fighting the endless stream of enemies.

"Move position, move along the city wall, move to a position that is leeward. Marshall, sprinkle black oil on the road where we retreat, and don't forget to bring a ladder."

After hearing the order, the soldiers began to fight and retreat, retreating to one side along the city wall, retreating 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. He even replaced the barrel once. Finally, he managed to clear out most of the undead under the city wall.

During this period, Demps, who could no longer tolerate it, ignored his daughter Nitia's weapon experiment, found the Undead Mage who was knocked down by Nitia, and blew him up with a Pyroblast.

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

Dick threw the axe aside and sat on the ground with his short, thick legs spread out.

"Pure gold, bullshit! Do you really think gold is the sand in the desert? I've seen that thing, it's gilded, with only a thin layer of gold paint."

"What a big loss!"

"worn out!"

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

"Can you please stop talking about eating, ugh~!"

Feng Yu looked 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 smell wafting through his nose.

"This is the most disgusting thing I have ever done in my life. It's worse than fighting a bunch of boneheads!"

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

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

"There aren't many left. They are just a few scattered undead. They might be locked in a room and can't get out. There are no large-scale undead warriors except for the main hall in the middle."

(End of this chapter)