Yi Song

Chapter 240 The magical stone cannon that has no moral ethics

Three miles, the iron kite is only three miles away.

Two miles away, the iron kites are getting closer and closer, and their flags can be clearly seen. Some are written in Chinese characters, and some are written in Xixia script. They are all the names of the captains of each team.

With a sound of the horn, Tie Yaozi began to trot, gradually accelerating. The sound of flying horse hooves sounded like eight thousand hammers hitting the ground. The vibrating sound was like the heartbeat of a giant.

"Han Po Wu!"

"Brother Wang, what's the matter?"

"Have a good life and take care, see you at the celebration banquet!"

Han Shizhong's nose was sore and his eyes were red. He yelled with all his strength: "Brother, let's drink another hundred bowls at the celebration banquet!"

"Okay! Brothers from the Left Wing Team!"

"Here!" hundreds of soldiers responded loudly.

"Kill the enemy with all your strength, and we'll see you at the celebration banquet!"

Four hundred steps later, Han Shizhong saw the breath emitted by Tie Yaozi's mount forming vague lines of white breath. The vest on the horse flaps up and down as the mount runs, like the flapping wings of a bird.

Han Shizhong took a long breath and figured out how many people to kill to make up for it. He stared intently at the front kite, at the mounts, their bellies and the flying hooves.

The huge impact of the stone broke the iron kite that the five people were riding. It was like an iron bar that had been hit hard by a hammer in the middle. It was dented in the middle and tilted on both sides.

The heavily armored Xixia cavalry on horseback moved up and down like iron towers. The armor was gray-black, cold and lifeless, and the face was hideous and terrifying.

Cut off the horse's legs and chop the mount over. The iron kite on it is just a lump of iron. When the time comes, you can just be a blacksmith and hammer it to death.

The stone is round and as big as the mouth of the cylinder. The first hit hit the open ground, bounced hard, and then a group of five iron kites riding on them collided head-on. One person and one horse in the middle were hit to a bloody pulp.

Eight hundred steps later, the iron kite rushed up at a faster speed, and the ground shook even more violently.

Five hundred steps later, the iron kite began to move at a constant speed. With men and horses wearing armor, it was impossible for them to sprint as fast as the light cavalry. Keeping this speed is enough to destroy everything.

"Okay! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

I'm going to beat you to death! Han Shizhong yelled in his heart.

As dark as a mountain, the two thousand iron kites brought a great sense of oppression to the Song army. The thousands of vanguards standing at the front felt like they were standing on the coast, facing a tsunami that was higher than the city tower.

Han Shizhong saw clearly the iron chains between them, maybe five or ten pieces connected together, forming an unstoppable whole.

At six hundred steps, Tie Yaozi ran faster and entered a medium speed. Han Shizhong felt that the ground under his feet was shaking.

call--!
Han Shizhong suddenly noticed a whistling sound flying over his head. He couldn't help but look up and saw a stone flying over his head. It made a long whistling sound and hit the Iron Kites team more than 300 steps away. .

come on!

They brandished machetes, axes, maces and hammers in their hands, and their dark eyes revealed ferocious and greedy eyes, just like hungry wolves seeing fat sheep and eager to devour them in one bite.

Listening to the roar of his comrades on the left, Han Shizhong was so excited that his whole body trembled. He gripped the spear so tightly that his palms ached.

What makes them stand there, as if taking root, is not the heavy armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands, but the tens of thousands of comrades behind them, the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers behind them, and the hundreds of millions of hometown elders.

"What the hell?" Wang De and everyone asked in horror.

"Stone cannon, it's a magical stone cannon!" Han Shizhong replied loudly.

"What kind of stone cannon?" "The cyclone cannon is a stone cannon improved by Jieshuai on the basis of the cyclone cannon. It is as tall as a city tower, with a pole length of five or six feet. It is equipped with a heavy weight box, which can lift two to three hundred kilograms. Something that shoots four to five hundred steps away. I have a good friend named Li Sanmao, who was transferred to the newly established Shenji Battalion, and they are equipped with this kind of Shenji stone cannon."

As Han Shizhong spoke, he turned around and looked around, pointed to the rear, and said to Wang De: "Brother Wang, look, look, behind us, that tall tower-like thing is the magical stone cannon. "

Wang De and everyone turned around when they heard the sound, and through the dense crowd of soldiers, they saw a dozen large monsters standing a hundred or two hundred paces behind.

It was really as tall as a city tower, and a huge square box hung high on one end of a long pole.

Suddenly, the box sank suddenly, the pole tilted up from behind, and then a ball of fire dragged black smoke, flew through the air, flew over everyone's heads, and flew towards the iron kite.

"What the hell is this!" Wang De yelled.

"The fire bombs are filled with black oil produced in Yan'an Prefecture, as well as other messy things. Once it is stained, jumping into the water will not put out the fire. Even the iron lumps will be burned."

Everyone looked up at more than thirty fireballs, dragging long tails of black smoke across the sky and slamming into the Iron Kites team.

With a bang, a huge fireball rose up, and the entire team of iron kites was wrapped in it. The screams of men and horses were extremely shrill in the whirring of the flames.

The magical stone cannon hit with great accuracy, using more than thirty fierce fire bombs to create a wall of fire less than two hundred steps away. Hundreds of iron kites roared and struggled in this wall of fire. Their men and horses were all on fire, like Running around like headless flies.

But they couldn't run for long before they all fell to the ground and turned into piles of bonfires.

Wang De and Han Shizhong sniffed their noses at the same time, smelling the aroma of barbecue in the air.

Grass! It’s so disrespectful of martial ethics!

The two cursed involuntarily.

The tragic scene scared the kites behind them. Their mounts, like all animals, are naturally afraid of fire, and they stopped in fear in front of the wall of fire.

Dozens of Iron Kites did not stop the car and plunged into the wall of fire. Then they turned into torches, screamed and ran around, and finally turned into piles of bonfires on the ground.

Soon, more than thirty fierce fire bombs dragged their tails of black smoke through the air and landed in an area thirty to fifty steps ahead of the fire wall.

Thousands of fearful Iron Kites gathered there, and the huge sea of ​​​​fire raised by more than thirty fierce fire bombs swallowed most of them. The rest of the kites were so frightened that they ran around and bumped into each other one after another. They fell on their backs and hundreds of kites fell on the ground.

Once a man or horse in heavy armor falls to the ground, it is like a turtle being turned over on the beach. It is difficult to turn over in a short time by oneself.

The remaining iron kites, who were left behind and were safe for the time being, seemed to have seen the Buddha's world-destroying fire. They could no longer bear it and turned their horses' heads one after another and ran backwards.

Han Shizhong and Wang De looked at this scene dumbfounded, and Han Shizhong even cursed.

"Damn Li Sanmao, if you do this, how can we compete with you in the future?"

Suddenly, the two of them found many figures flashing past their eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw many lightly armored soldiers, armed with sharp spears and spears. The whole team passed through the gap between the military formations, lightly passed Juma Mulu, and quickly rushed to the battlefield.

They either walked around or jumped over the fire, found the iron kites that had fallen to the ground, stabbed them with thin swords and spears from the joints in the throat or abdomen, and killed them one by one.

In the distance, the light cavalry of Youyi Battalion rushed out from the military formation on the other side, biting the remnants of the defeated Tieyaozi.

Relying on the lightness of the men and the speed of the horses, they quickly caught up with them, brandishing their long knives and spears, cutting off the horses' legs or poking their stomachs, killing the kites until they fell over.

"Straight bitches! You bastards, leave a few heads for me!"

Han Shizhong shouted sadly and indignantly. Regardless of the heavy armor on his body, he opened his legs and ran forward clumsily.

(End of this chapter)