Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 633 Artillery Battle ([-])

After being subjected to that big bully rashly, the gunner of the Baoxu crossbow was so annoyed, embarrassed, and other emotions that his neck turned red in an instant.

The main reason is that he was thinking that before beating someone, a soldier hero should also take a look at the crossbow gun's scope.

Just make sure you don't miss your aim.

But before he could refute, there was a burst of cheers of "hit, hit" from the position next to his ear.

He hurriedly turned his head and looked over, only to find that the eight-ox crossbow, which had just been slightly adjusted by the soldiers, was the latest ballista fired.

Accurately shot the pack horse of a horse-drawn cart to death.

The ballista, which was still lingering, continued to move forward and overturned the entire carriage, and the components that were put back into the cannon were scattered all over the place on the spot.

Immediately, the doubts that came to my lips all turned into one sentence: "Wu Daxia, what I did wrong, please advise me."

"How did you aim? It's so far off, it's about five degrees to the right~"

After the soldier threw down such a sentence, he continued to gallop again.

After witnessing the movements of the pawns, Ba Long and Mu Ping also reacted, and while they took aim themselves, they did not forget to train the relevant gunners.

In this way, relying on the guidance of the military soldiers and other three people galloping around the field, the shooting accuracy of each eight-ox crossbow immediately increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is completely nonsense to say that there are no exceptions.

But in two or three rounds, there is always one that can hit the target and successfully destroy it.

The problem is that the Mongolian side has too many siege equipment, and for a while there is a depressing feeling that no matter how they fight, they can't finish it.

Even after a short time, he usually ran ten kilometers off-road with a load, but he was just a soldier with a thin layer of sweat all over his body.

Feeling the breathing between his nasal cavity, it was actually a little short of time.

The Mongolians also pushed a group of siege equipment to a position about 400 meters below the city.

Immediately, under the roar of those Semu people and the frenzied whipping of whips, the remaining 130 ballistas lined up all the way under the city, and began to fight back against the city wall.

In their hands, this kind of ballista is mounted on a carriage and can move quickly.

Although they are all relatively light double-bed crossbows, they are not as powerful as the eight-ox crossbow.

However, at a distance of 400 meters, after greeting the eight-ox ballista at the top of the city, not only can it easily reach the range, but it is also extremely powerful and threatening.

In addition, dozens of other return cannons are being quickly assembled. Unfortunately, in such a process, the soldiers and others simply can't take care of them.

In this regard, when the two sides were in close combat, the thick crossbows continued to greet each other.

The defenders of Xiangyang City have a condescending advantage; with the command of netizens who are basically college students, it is better to be accurate.
Meng Ren's other person has a numerical advantage.

As the two sides come and go, operators are constantly being shot to the ground, or after being shot, even if the ballista is not completely destroyed, it is temporarily unusable.

Generally speaking, in such a confrontation, everyone in the city has some advantages.

It's just that during this process, the soldiers had no way to attack the returning artillery that was being assembled, and the Mongolian side already had the upper hand...

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Seeing that under the urging of a group of secular people, those returning cannons were about to be assembled.

Once they joined the battle and threw big rocks at the top of the city, the situation would only get worse.

Guo Jing was beside Hu Biao, and pleaded loudly: "Hero Hu, the Mongolians have more ballistas and return guns, so it is not an option to continue the fight.

Why don't I take some masters out of the city, and then burn those returning cannons to the ground; if possible, destroy those crossbows too? "

"No, it's too risky."

After Hu Biao heard such a sentence, he refused such a proposal without even thinking about it.

Because under his observation, the assembly position of the returning artillery below is simply a trap.

Not to mention, just one mile below the city, there is an elite Mongolian cavalry cruising there.

Although they were dressed like ordinary Mongol warriors, they could not conceal the details of their actions; at first glance, they looked like elite soldiers, maybe they were the most elite Khan soldiers around Mengge Khan.

In addition, among those northern Han troops guarding the Huihui Pao and Ballista, if you look carefully.

It can also be analyzed from some suspicious personnel who have nothing to do with the military in their actions. These people may be composed of good hands from the Mongolian side.

So, the opponent is afraid that their own masters, or the Xuan Ge Battalion will play.

In this way, they can kill these confidantes in large numbers.

After all, no matter how organized the battle formation of the Xuange Battalion, and no matter how strong the Western-style plate armor on the Mo Daomen, they can't stop a double-bed frame crossbow from calling...

At around nine o'clock in the morning, the return guns were finally assembled.

Stones weighing nearly three hundred catties once again wreaked havoc against the city wall and the defenders on the city wall, making the situation on the city even worse.

At this moment, Guo Jing made another move.

He walked like flying under his feet, and every time he saw a big rock coming, he rushed there ahead of time and knocked it back under the city wall with his palm.

Every time the stone chips splatter, there is a taste of earth-shattering, which is extremely powerful.

It's a pity that even if Guo Jing raised his body skills to the extreme, he could only protect Hu Biao, the leader of the alliance, a section of the city wall about [-] meters long near where he lived.

And in less than a quarter of an hour, the breath became a little chaotic.

It seems that such a method still consumes an astonishingly large amount of money for him.

Seeing this, Zhu Ziliu and the four people who were originally generals under the command of Master Yideng looked at each other in unison, and then yelled:
"Guo Daxia, step back and adjust your breath, and I will wait for five people to help you stand up for a while."

After hearing the words, Guo Jing didn't hold back, and quickly retreated to Hu Biao's side, closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath.

Zhu Ziliu and the other five used lightness kung fu together, and rushed towards a big stone that was about to fly to the right, and waited until the stone was about to fall.

The five people stretched out a middle finger in unison, and clicked out in unison.

Such a gesture is not greeting Mengren, but using the unique technique of Dali Duan Clan: One Yang Finger.

After being hit by five middle fingers at the same time, the momentum of the big rock was completely canceled out, and it bounced back, and finally landed under the city.

It's a pity that it's just the bounced distance, not much more than two feet.

Yiyang Zhi, which combined the strength of Zhu Ziliu and five people, was actually not as powerful as Guo Jing alone.

Afterwards, the five of them stood on this section of the city wall for at most 5 minutes; Guo Jing hadn't completed all of his skills in a small week, and Zhu Ziliu and others were already a bit exhausted.

If you continue to forcefully persist, I'm afraid something will happen soon.

It's unexpected, but after careful calculation, it is quite logical that the military pawn, the only seedling of the equipment team, was the first to die in battle...

"Huchi, Huchi~" Amidst the rapid panting, the soldier felt that his chest was a bellows.

It was still the kind of thing that was being pulled too hard by someone, and it was already about to be completely torn.

no way!Since the start of the war, he felt that he had been running, running non-stop, from the last firing position of the eight-ox crossbow to the next firing position.

It can be said that this battle has been fought until now, and so many ballistas and kerosene of the Mongolian people have been destroyed. The point that the three soldiers helped to aim played a decisive and key role.

It's just that after running for such a long time, he doesn't know how far the soldiers have run in total.

But what he knew was that it shouldn't be much worse than half a marathon.

What the hell!Still wearing a heavy armor, he ran back and forth like this.

In short, until now, the soldier feels that besides being out of breath, his legs also seem to be filled with lead, which is extremely heavy.

While using a mechanical movement, while running towards the next eight-ox crossbow.

In his own heart, the soldiers silently greeted the commander who had gotten up and rushed to the street:
"Death to the street, I don't know how to send a netizen to replace me. Could it be that he still expects to eat a feast after I die, and then inherit my money?"

Although Wu Zu is in his heart, he actually understands Hu Biao's approach.

Don't look at the fact that there are still 26 netizens surviving in the team, but in the current situation where Xiangyang City is surrounded by Mongolians desperately attacking.

It can be said that there is one carrot and one hole, everyone has important tasks on their shoulders, and it is true that no more people can be spared to replace him.

But then again, he was about to run away to death, so what if he scolded him for rushing to the street?
After seven or eight seconds, the pawn finally came to the next eight-ox crossbow, supported his knees with his hands, bent down and glanced behind the scope.

He originally wanted to say something to the gunner, and adjust three degrees to the left.

As a result, after opening his mouth, there was a series of severe coughing immediately, as if he wanted to cough up a strong feeling of heart, liver, spleen and stomach.

Therefore, he could only stretch out three fingers and shake them to the left.

Xu Shi had been kicked a little too hard by the soldiers in the past, and the gunner with a few footprints on his butt understood what he meant in seconds.

After adjusting it three degrees to the left, he hit it hard with a hammer.

Immediately, a ballista that was being loaded under the city was hit and completely fell apart.

After seeing such a scene, a sense of joy just rose in the soldier's heart, but his face turned pale.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tumbling boulder smashing directly at the gun emplacement they were in; there was still a second or two at most before it could hit it.

When he yelled 'run~', the soldier wanted to dodge to the left.

no way!This thing is so powerful that it will be smashed to death even if it holds a giant shield.

Fortunately, at such a critical moment, the soldier was about to move his left leg; but his calf began to cramp severely due to the violent movement.

In a short time, there is no way to move half a step.

He could only stare blankly at the big rock, which first broke his arms crossed on top of his head instinctively, and then hit his head...

(End of this chapter)