Chapter 496 It's Time

What kind of status can you give me?

"Hmm... what kind of title do you want?"

"If she's not the official wife, then so be it. She's no different from a mistress. I'm quite happy living with my son!"

"..."

Qin Mo ultimately failed to bring Little Harry back to the Da Yuan Army camp. Watching the mother and son, along with Wang Yushi, disappear into the desert, he felt quite helpless. These two strong women, both from humble backgrounds, were stubborn and insisted on competing to see who was the better fighter.

The rainy season in the Western Regions has finally arrived. The heavy rain that has been falling for three days shows no sign of clearing up, and the dark rain clouds seem to be getting thicker and thicker.

"Your Highness, the commander's tent reports that the enemy's scouts have been acting strangely lately, and we are ordered to hold our camp and not go out to hunt anymore."

"What did our scouts say?"

"Those elven brothers scouted in the rain for three days and discovered that starting yesterday, they changed from two meals a day to three. I think these Rakshasa people may have learned about the shortcomings of the old firearms in the Royal Guard and are going to fight us in the rain."

Qin Mo nodded. A few days ago, he had asked He Qingyun in the Japanese army, who said that they had abandoned a lot of firearms after being ambushed in the city. It seemed that the Russians had also conducted targeted research.

“Uncle Wu, be more cautious when dealing with enemies in the future. Don’t treat the orcs as mindless fools anymore. The relationship between the Rakshasa and the orcs has changed. The orcs’ bravery combined with human wisdom will produce many unexpected results.”

In the past, the orcs used the Rakshasa as cannon fodder, disregarding their lives. Similarly, the Rakshasa secretly hated the orcs, but remained silent even after seeing through the Xia people's schemes, watching as the foolish orcs fell into their trap.

But things are different now. The Rakshasa will help the Orcs come up with ideas, and the Orcs will cooperate with the Rakshasa to fight the enemy together.

"Your Highness, rest assured, even if they all become monsters, they are no match for our army. We are not the same as before. Your Highness is now a person who has the ability to... look down upon the world!"

Qin Mo smiled and remained silent, leaning back in the recliner and slowly closing her eyes. It was a good thing that her subordinates had confidence and ideas; as long as she occasionally helped them cool down and prevented them from becoming too enthusiastic, that would be fine.

Wu Shengze quietly slipped out, knowing that the prince wanted to be alone for a while. The prince was no longer the same as before; he often became unfathomable and difficult to understand.

"How come she's with Heatherine?" The archel appeared quietly beside Qin Mo and asked, puzzled.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? What gives you the right to ask me?"

"Because you're having an affair with her! Who else should I ask but you?"

Qin Mo slid off the recliner, angrily saying, "Allen, don't talk nonsense. You need to know her identity..."

"You even know her identity! I thought you had some kind of weird fetish like that Sislett!" Allen interrupted Qin Mo without hesitation, continuing with a look of disdain, "Look at what you've done. The Holy Maiden of the Temple, the Queen of the Sea Clan, I won't even mention her, right? Don't you feel more accomplished when the woman's status is more prestigious?"

"Alright, Allen, you didn't come to me just to talk about this, did you?" Qin Mo was extremely embarrassed and quickly tried to argue back.

"I heard gunfire outside Lan City, and gunfire inside the city!"

"There are gunshots inside the city? Are they conducting experiments?" Qin Mo was puzzled at first, then immediately realized what was going on.

Qin Mo's guess was correct. At this moment, inside Lan City, Marshal Miladov was watching his men clumsily load gunpowder into muskets and cannons and then test-fire them.

These muskets and cannons were spoils of war from the last ambush of the Royal Guard. These firearms had caused great casualties to the Rakshasa and Orcs, and Marshal Miladov was deeply impressed by their immense destructive power.

After Marshal Miladov obtained these firearms, he immediately sent people to study and replicate them. After several explosions, they finally realized that these things were still considered cutting-edge technology for them.

But the Rakshasa people didn't come away empty-handed. They discovered that this powerful weapon was very vulnerable to water and would become completely ineffective in torrential rain, rendering it only usable as a stick.

A Russian soldier picked up a rifle, carefully shielding it from the rain, and pulled the trigger.

"Pfft"

The gunshots, which should have been loud, became weak and feeble, and the bullets fired were so soft and harmless that they had no effect whatsoever.

The captured six-pound infantry gun was even more outrageous than a rifle. After the fuse was lit, it didn't react for a long time. The damp gunpowder finally burned slowly, and the wisps of smoke left the Russians, who were hiding far away, dumbfounded.

"Marshal Miladov, it's time!"

Hamef's voice was still low and hoarse, but the anger within it was even more intense than before. In the last street battle, his Legion of the Dead was held back by the heavy infantry of the Great Xia, and he suffered heavy casualties. The narrow city restricted the Great Xia army's maneuverability and also prevented them from exerting their impact.

"Hammerf, you need to be careful. A few days ago, the undead legion attached to the Dragonthroat Clan was ambushed by the Temple's powerful warriors and suffered heavy losses. You'd better disperse your men and hide them among the attacking forces."

"Miladov, when we were alive, we were fearless warriors, but now that we're dead... have we become cowards?"

"Hammerf...be careful! His Majesty...is with you!"

Miradov looked at Hamov, who stood tall and imposing in full armor, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. This was his best friend, yet now he had to cover his ugly body with armor, all for the future of the Rakshasa.

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