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Chapter 359
Although a large number of ballistas were prepared on the walls of Haiyang City, Hu Biao and the others also prepared trebuchets, in order to deal with such a situation.

They were all processed by three people, Lang Qing, Lao Tie, and Lao Tie, with some carpenters and blacksmiths in the city.

As some modern people, it is naturally impossible to make such an antique thing as a single-pointed cannon. The Western-style torsion trebuchet is their choice.

The only problem is that due to the limitation of materials such as beef tendon, only six sets have been produced in total.

After it was made, two were placed on the north and south walls, and only one was placed on the east and west walls without gates.

In the previous time, they were all covered with tarpaulins.

The number is less, but it doesn't matter?If a group of netizens say that they are compared to the ancients in terms of poetry and songs, they are basically at the level of scum.

But when it comes to the mathematics of ballistic calculations, it definitely surpasses more than 99% of the ancients.

So, they can play more accurately.

Besides, don't they still have ballistas?This thing can also play a part in the next battle.

In other words, the ballistas they fired might not be able to deal with single-point guns, but they could deal with people who use single-point guns.

In short, under Hu Biao's order, Lang Qing and the others ran towards the trebuchet and the ballista respectively, and suddenly a primitive heavy fire battle in the late Northern Song Dynasty began under such a situation...

"Quick, quick, quick~" Old Tie yelled loudly, regardless of the fact that he had gotten angry recently, and there were already several fire bubbles at the corners of his mouth.

Instructing several men under his command, he turned the winch vigorously to level the throwing pole of the catapult.

After the throwing pole was flattened and the tendons were taut, a 30-jin stone that had been slightly polished and rounded was put into a hopper like a large spoon.

After everything was ready, he aimed at the rear of a single gun in the direction of 11 o'clock.

Before he had time to yell out 'launched'; seeing that the other party was greeted by another wave of stones, he quickly yelled out:

"Squat down and raise your shield~'

Although the opponent's accuracy is a bit worse, but in case I am unlucky.

The result was indeed the same. The nearest stone also fell seven or eight meters away, and did not pose the slightest threat to their trebuchet operation group.

Unfortunately, when the old iron got up, he yelled out the word "launch".

That 30-jin stone was also five or six meters away from the target, and it smashed into nothing.

Fortunately, for such a result, the old iron is somewhat prepared in his heart. When modern plane artillery fires, it always pays attention to a test shot, and then adjusts after seeing the landing point.

After a quick calculation in his head, he had an idea in his mind, and shouted a new order to his subordinates who were busy filling:
"Turn half a turn less when winding, and adjust two scales to the left, facing this."

While he was yelling, the ballistas around him would also be fired one after another. As long as they hit the target, the operators on the opposite side would be knocked down.

Then, while the overseeing Jurchen soldiers were shouting and cursing, some new surrendered Liao soldiers filled the positions full of stumped limbs and arms.

Then, the second stone directed by Lao Tie was missed again.

At this point, Lao Tie finally became a little annoyed, and once again dodged a wave of stones facing him; he yelled out a sentence:
"Turn the winding an extra quarter turn, and turn one tick to the left."

Then, the shot was still missed.

In the end, when the fifth shot hit the stone, this time it finally hit an 11 o'clock direction, and the stick was directly smashed into two by the stone.

After falling to the ground, the stone bounced off the ground again, breaking the left leg of an operator.

It was also from this moment that Lao Tie seemed to have opened his mind, and kept directing the trebuchet to adjust and fire.

Not to mention that every shot must hit, but in two or three shots, the result of knocking out the opponent's one is already considered very good.

It's just that the excited old iron didn't notice that in such a process, because he was the most threatening here, the number of stones beckoning him was already increasing, and they were getting closer and closer to his position.

In short, when the single-shooter guns on the opposite side fired in unison again.

Although he also called everyone around him to squat down and raised his shield, he was obviously a little careless.

Then, after a loud noise from the shield above his head, before he rolled to the left on the spot, a stone hit his head.

Although the quality of the helmet on his head was good, it still couldn't withstand such damage.

Anyway, after hearing the cry for help, Ah Li, who ran along the wall, bent over and ran all the way, hurriedly came to Lao Tie.

Looking at the injury that could be seen through the bloody wound and even the brain after lying on the ground, he sighed in his heart and knew that Lao Tie was hopeless.

At least she has only studied "Elementary Veterinary Specialization" and the level she has learned on the Internet, so she cannot be saved.

So she looked at the old iron who refused to give up no matter what, and said in her mouth: "Brother, don't panic, we will resurrect you, this thing will pass as soon as you open and close your eyes."

But under Ali's persuasion, Lao Tie still refused to close his eyes.

For this reason, Ali added another sentence: "If you have any last words, you can tell me. If I can't do it, I will pass it on to Lao Hu to help you do it."

After hearing such a sentence, Lao Tie's eyes suddenly lit up with IGRS, and his mouth began to squirm.

Seeing this, A Li quickly moved her ear to her, and then she could hear a sentence next to her ear: "Help tell everyone that the war elephant belongs to me, and no one can fight with me~"

After saying that, the guy walked away peacefully.

Ali:"……"

Ignoring the unlucky old iron, and his even more nonsense last words, in such a primitive and heavy firepower confrontation, the Haiyang City side won the final victory.

The fighting lasted until the early ten o'clock in the morning, which took almost four hours.

After the three double-bow bed crossbows were destroyed and more than 400 people were killed or injured, all the single-shoot cannons outside the Beimen City were destroyed, and the Jurchen side suffered more than [-] casualties.

After carefully planning for such a long time, and deliberately leading his subordinates to watch the battle, the result was such an ending.

Wanyan Loushi's complexion became extremely ugly as if he had been slapped more than a dozen times in a row in public.

Finally, he yelled to a soldier beside him: "Blow the trumpet, let the surrendered Liao army escort the remaining prisoners, and fill the moat with soil~The archers put up mounds of soil for cover."

Never thought that under such an order under Wanyan Loushi.

One of his subordinates, Mo Ke, replied, "Commander, not many of those captured civilians died."

"Then dispatch the cavalry to continue to catch, I must break through this Haiyang City." On Wanyan Loushi's distorted face, he shouted such a sentence.

Under such circumstances, this offensive and defensive battle has gone through a relatively easy two days.

It has returned to the original old, bloody, and ant-attached siege fighting method.

So from this moment, the soldiers and civilians in Haiyang City began to die one by one, including a lot of netizens, the old iron is just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)