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Chapter 361 Splashing Dung ([-])

"Fuck! Wearing such a thing to fight, it's so troublesome~"

A gust of wind, a rookie netizen, raised his hand and wiped the sweat that flowed into his eyes with his sleeve, which made him feel hot and tingling.

Immediately, he couldn't help cursing such a sentence in his mouth.

While talking, this guy didn't forget to use his feet to kick the bow of a yellow birch crossbow, and pulled the bow string with both hands; with both hands and feet exerting force at the same time, it was considered to have completed the loading of this thing.

The reason why gust of wind, a rookie, cursed such a sentence out of his mouth.

It's not because of the heavy iron mask on his face now.

The main reason is that since the war started, the Jurchen archers who have been condescending on the mounds and shooting at the city wall continuously are too threatening.

really!The sharp arrows they shoot often fly a distance of 150 meters.

With the strength carried by the arrow, even the leather armor couldn't penetrate it.

But the archery skills of these Jurchens are too vicious, they basically ran to greet the defenders; if they were not paying attention, they would be killed or injured by arrows in the face.

Therefore, under Hu Biao's order, such a kind of iron mask, which weighed almost one catty as a whole, was put on everyone's faces one after another.

With the protection of this thing, as long as the eyeballs are not shot, they will not be killed by the Jurchens with an arrow.

The problem was that it was summer now; he was already wearing heavy armor, but he ended up wearing an iron mask, and he felt almost covered by a gust of wind.

Good guy!After moving a little, the sweat all over his body flowed out as if he didn't want money.

It feels like being in a sauna...

Soon after the fierce battle, a gust of wind couldn't care about his head and face at all. He was not used to the heavy weight, and he felt a strong discomfort of sweating profusely.

After getting up quickly, he picked up the already wound yellow birch crossbow in his hand.

Facing the position six to seventy meters below the city, a Liao soldier who was carrying a ladder with two other comrades ran wildly, and pulled the trigger on his fingertips.

Moments later, the target wearing a piece of leather armor was pierced by a powerful crossbow arrow in the chest.

After looking at the wound on his chest with horrified eyes, the guy staggered and fell to the ground, losing all vitality.

At the same time, because of his fall, the two Liao soldiers who were carrying the ladder with him also lost their balance in an instant during the charge, and fell into a pile on the spot.

After seeing such a scene, a gust of wind muttered a number in his mouth: '7~'

The number 7 means that this is the seventh opponent he has killed in this defensive battle in Haiyang City since the 28th of last month.

Thinking of being able to perform like this as a rookie, Gu Feng couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

Even in the nostrils, the head-beating stench was much lighter.

However, at this moment, after seeing a cold light coming from the corner of his eye, he had no time to squat down quickly; the only thing he could do was to lower his head.

After [-] seconds, a gust of wind can feel the position between the eyebrows on the left side of me, and the sound of "DUANG~" sounds.

At this moment, the poor rookie almost peed out of fear.

He figured it out, if it wasn't for the iron mask on his face, his brain would be smashed into a mess by the sharp arrow.

Even if the head is lowered a little slower, it will end in the same way.

Because this arrow can be shot through the small opening on the iron surface, where the eyes are, with precision.

After a big shock all over his body, Gu Feng felt a huge anger in his heart, and the anger of the archer must be killed.

But without waiting for a gust of wind to take revenge with his own hands, there was a loud bang of 'dong~'.

A torsion trebuchet not far away began to launch. In the launch bucket of the trebuchet, there were about twenty fist-sized stones.

When these stones flew out, they immediately spread out over a large area.

After falling, the Jurchen archer who was about to run away and shoot again after shooting an arrow against a gust of wind was knocked to the ground.

"Nice job, Lang Qing~"

From Gu Feng's mouth, he immediately praised Lang Qing, who commanded the trebuchet.

It's a pity that after hearing such a compliment, Lang Qing felt only greatly depressed, and didn't feel complacent at all.

You must know that by now, those crossbows in his hand are useless.

It was not damaged by the opponent's single-pointed cannon, but in shooting those opponents with rough wooden shields, the special large crossbow bolts were basically completely consumed.

Because if you don't do that, the moat outside the city will at least be filled half a day earlier.

However, the few blacksmiths in the city are now able to remake new crossbow bolts after melting some iron materials; it's just that the amount is simply a drop in the bucket.

Otherwise, if those ballistas can continue to fire; the Jurchen shooters on the opposite mound, can they be so arrogant?

Just kidding, they would have been blasted with a ballista long ago.

The number of stones used by trebuchets is sufficient now. The problem is that the number of trebuchets is too small to suppress those archers.

Therefore, facing a gust of wind's praise, he really didn't think there was anything to be happy about.

Instead, at a later time, after seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he immediately yelled in the direction of a gust of wind: "Gust of wind, take a fork~"

After hearing such a sentence in such a ear, he was about to sit down, kicking his legs on the yellow birch crossbow, when there was a gust of reloading, he immediately understood what was going on.

Except that the opponent had already rushed to the bottom of the city and put one end of the ladder towards the wall.

What else is there that requires a fork?
The situation is indeed the same, throwing away the yellow birch crossbow in his hand, picking up a wooden fork leaning against the wall, is the gust of wind to stand up again.

It was discovered that there was one end of a ladder, and it was already on the wall next to it with a sound of "click~".

Without even thinking about it, a gust of wind pushed one end of the V-shaped fork against a beam at the top of the ladder, pushing it out with all the strength it could.

Immediately, two Liao soldiers climbed up, and the front one was a ladder that was only one meter away from the wall, and it just fell backwards.

In a blink of an eye, the two people on the ladder hit the ground heavily, knocking down several people below, and laying down in a pile.

Some people lying on the top were okay, but the unlucky guy at the bottom was already vomiting blood from his mouth.

Unexpectedly, this kind of tactic of pushing the ladder with a wooden fork is so useful. A gust of wind immediately revived the whole body.

Seeing another ladder, "Bada~" it was placed behind the wall stack a few steps away on the left.

Immediately after walking a few steps quickly, the wooden fork in his hand stabbed out again.

Only this time, he was horrified to find that he had gritted his teeth, so he could only push one end of the ladder out by a distance of about ten centimeters, and then pushed it back again.

What he didn't know was that it was located under the city.

At this moment, there are four strong men, who are currently using their arms, knees, and soles of their feet to firmly hold down the ladder; it is like a gust of wind alone, competing with four people.

There are also two Liao soldiers, holding a long knife in one hand, and climbing up a rock-climbing ladder in the other hand...

(End of this chapter)