Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 833 I have a dream, but my strength is not enough

The way of heaven is reincarnation, who will the heaven spare?If Master Yuan Shao and Master Yuan knew about it, a smile would probably appear on the corners of his mouth!

In the Battle of Guandu, dozens of giant return guns made their debut on the land of China for the first time, and roamed around showing their fierce power. The high-quality coal on the Central Plains burned red and put them in the funnel, and then smashed the wedge Throw it with this heinously heavy heavy trebuchet.

Fire and rain swept across the sky, dragging black ominous tails, and fell fiercely on the heads of Yuan Jun, who were charging in groups. Amidst the screams, the battle that day was like the end of the world Battle-like magic.

Now, it landed on his own head, and the same burning hot coal slammed on the top of Wang Hou's elite army. Several kilograms of hot coal smashed on the armor under the terrifying acceleration, ping-pong. Ping-pong-pong sounds like the sound of a blacksmith, no matter how strong and hard a helmet is, it can't bear this huge force. When a piece of coal hits his head, even a well-trained heavy infantry will have his neck crooked, and it will be so soft There is no life on the ground.

The luckier ones had large dents in their chests, shoulders or thighs, and immediately lay on the ground crying in pain, as the burnt red coals splashed into their necks and hands, and the Guanzhong soldiers were also hot. Screaming, the originally orderly Liangzhou Legion was attacked by artillery fire, and it seemed to be in chaos.

However, the iron-like discipline of long-term training has been revealed. After the Chang'an Military Academy at all levels came out, officers who had received various emergency training quickly pressed down with their swords, and following orders, the heavy infantry phalanx that was originally densely packed together The health soldiers dragged the wounded back and retreated, and the light infantry with double bows and steel crossbows were driven forward, aiming at the Nannan soldiers who were less than fifty paces away and had been battered by long-range strikes. The cannon fodder army was thrown over the head.

After a moment of confusion, the legion of 1 people once again restored the true colors of the war machine!
This wave of artillery attack also depressed Wang Hou, which was really beyond his expectation. In his opinion, Zhuge Liang's return artillery was used to attack the castle artillery group on the top of his right head. As a result, the little comrade Zhuge He didn't talk about martial arts! He didn't play cards according to the routine. When the big coal hit him, he even slipped off the eight-person chair used to hold the cups and shrank under the chair.

Seeing that the first wave of Roaring Fire attack was over, and his chair was fine, Wang Hou gritted his teeth and climbed back on the chair like Governor Cao, roaring angrily.

"Send an order to the garrisoned artillery guard Tian Kelu to fire immediately and let Zhuge villager rat's tail juice!"

In fact, there is no need for Wang Hou to give orders. On the castle fort tens of meters above the head, the defenders of Chencangbao who were a step behind were already extremely ashamed and adjusted the muzzle to the unit more quickly. Immediately afterwards, it was really like the wrath of the thunder god. The artillery fire roared so loudly that it shook the mountains so much that they seemed to be rustling.

The ear-piercing whistling sound made people's eardrums itch. The Shu army's rear, those returning gunners were still shouting and pulling the heavy cannon arm, and the round lead bullets dragging white smoke had swished into it. Around them, loud screams filled the air.

Kacha~ A round of lead bullets accurately pierced the right side of the return gun barrel to the left side. The strong wooden board was as brittle as a biscuit under the terrifying acceleration. The trebuchet bearings inside were all discounted. The shell pierced through, and the sprayed sawdust flew out like a flying knife, and a large number of Shu troops wearing light armor on the ground immediately fell into a pool of blood.

A Shu army with stubble all over his face, his eyes were bleeding, he wanted to cover his face but couldn't, his hands were trembling and he screamed like a beast.

It seemed that the gods couldn't stand the misery anymore. In the next second, another shell fell hard on the tall return cannon, and the heavy wooden frame fell down, and the sky was covered with smoke and dust.

This is why Wang Hou abandoned the return cannon and insisted on making the cannon no matter what. On the top of the city, the most powerful imitation red cannon with the longest range can shoot six to eight miles, but it is only one ton. Basically, it is about [-] to [-] jins, and the lightest of a return cannon is two to three tons. For example, a giant cannon like Zhuge Liang weighs about eight to ten tons on average.

It's a moving target right there!
Wang Hou thought that Zhuge Liang should of course use these return cannons to attack the fortress on the mountain, but it’s really not that Zhuge Liang didn’t talk about martial arts and played cards according to reason. In this era, castles are used for defense. Who would have thought that they also have offensive functions? Under thinking, Zhuge Liang naturally defeated Wang Hou's defenders first, and then used giant trebuchets to attack the fortress.

But Zhuge Liang didn't expect that he spent a huge amount of manpower and material resources to pull the artifact from the Guandu battlefield to the battlefield. It only took one round to turn into ruins. Hearing the overwhelming roar of the rear army and Shura's screams, The hands of the Prime Minister of Shu Han holding the goose feather fan were twitching with veins.

It is estimated that what he was thinking in his heart at this time should be that since he is bright, why is he born!
It's just that if Zhuge Liang was asked to choose again, he would still throw the return cannon on the top of Wang Hou's head. If he bombarded the Chencangbao Fort, the fate of being destroyed after several rounds of confrontation would be the same. Make a few holes.

At this time, the effect of this strategy was also revealed. After another burst of arrows, the Nanzhong barbarian army, which had suffered more than half of its casualties, finally fought fiercely with the Liangzhou Corps in a sparse formation.

"Repeaters ready! Shoot!"

Compassion does not hold soldiers, on the battlefield, Zhuge Liang's cold blood is also revealed to the fullest at this time, following the Chinese army, the heavy Zhuge Liannu drawn by Mu Niuliu and horses has finally reached the range, regardless of his cannon fodder troops still entangled with the Liangzhou army , he directly held the goose feather fan up and ordered loudly.

In the crisp sound of wood colliding, the orderly Chinese army crossbowmen stood firm, and the heavy crossbowmen standing on the back of the huge wooden ox also lifted up the crossbow guards high up like pressing a well. The next second, Hulala's bamboo arrows shot up from the sky like birds returning to their nests.

"Ah ah ah ah~"

Another shrill scream came from the front line. Although the position covered by the Liannu soldiers was basically the front line of the Liangzhou Army that had already extended forward, the Nanzhong barbarians who were fighting with short weapons were still inevitably shot from the back. Arrived.

Several strong men were fighting with all their might against the heavy infantry who formed a triangular formation with five axes and spears. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain from the back, and the strong body directly slammed to the ground in pain.

"Zhuge Liang!!!"

A certain Nanzhong chief who was leading his tribe forward with hope just now was also accidentally injured by a heavy crossbow. He fell to the ground with a plop, blood spurting wildly from his mouth. Here comes.

But this was also his last name in the world. The next one, the Liangzhou heavy infantryman who had been fighting with him for a long time, calmly shot down the crossbow bolt stuck on the small leather shield on his left arm, and immediately raised his gun The ax, in the sound of clicking, did not know whether it was Meng Huo, King Mulu, or some well-known leader's big head, and it rolled down like a watermelon.

With his head down, his left arm was in front of him as much as possible, the iron hat brim and the heavy armor on his body were rattling, Wei Jun was still fighting, but at this time, the heavy artillery on the Chen Cangbao above his head was quietly moving the muzzle ...

(End of this chapter)