A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

The old man was slightly taken aback, not responding for a moment, even doubting if he had heard wrong. A moment later, he came to his senses, his expression filled with anger, "Young man, my wife is currently trapped inside the castle, bombarded by artillery fire."


"But now you're telling me there's only one cannon?"


"A single cannon can't make any difference."


"If I knew this earlier, I would've used all my Star Coins to hire a Field Army instead!"


Kerr Cowell sat on the recliner, glanced at the anxious old man in the screen, then paused and spoke softly, "Just open your gate. Our understanding of cannons might be different."


"Your understanding might make it difficult for you to comprehend my cannon."


The old man hesitated no more, paused for a moment, and gritted his teeth, "Young man, I'll trust you this time!"


Chapter 194: They just want to crush the enemy, not to rebel!!!