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Chapter 175 Taste my Italian super-large trebuchet! (1/5)

Zhao Huan pointed at Wanyan Zonghan's position in the distance and asked Master Zhong if his new stone-capping function could reach that position.

"If Li Shaoqing didn't learn to brag after becoming the Dazai, our new trencher in the Song Dynasty would be able to hit the position of the big chasing. Do the official want to try it?" Mr. Zhong nodded and said with certainty.

If Li Gang didn't brag, there would be no problem at all when he was the position of Wanyan Zonghan's big chasing.

"Ten catapults are launched together to increase some hits." Zhao Huan turned around and returned to his seat.

Wanyan Zonghan knows the beheading tactic, can he not do it?

But I used a condescending gravity trencher.

After Li Gang obtained the mechanical principle, he never stopped tracing the origin of the mechanical principle. After repeated improvements, combined with Zhao Huan's idea of ​​throwing bamboo tubes and harsh oil.

A strange giant machine was created.

The giant gravity trencher that can be launched once every quarter of an hour is the kind of movable giant trencher that Yue Fei heard of.

There is a bullet frame hanging under the long arm, which can hang a huge rock of hundreds of kilograms, while there is nearly one ton of counterweight hanging on the short arm. The gravity trencher is based on gravity as the core and the lever principle as the main application of war weapon.

The catapult, which was as high as ten meters, had been assembled and was ready for battle, and under the catapult, there were two cages that were two people high.

These two cages are very similar to the hamster cage, but this cage is larger and contains pedals.

Three people can be placed in a cage. The soldiers constantly trampled on the cage, allowing the cage to rotate, and slowly lifted through the gears.

The entire wooden frame of the catapult is actually steel and iron bones. It can no longer bear the weight of this giant catapult by relying solely on wood.

Compared with the catapult next to it, the human-powered rotor gravity catapult that Li Gang took out, with the pressure from the giant equipment, quietly lying on the top of the city.

Just like a giant beast from the wilderness, it has extremely terrifying shock.

But Wanyan Zonghan couldn't see it because of the angle problem.

The reason why Zhao Huan took a month and a half to arrive in Jinzhong was because this kind of catapult was really difficult to transport.

"Left fifteen, upward ten, full strength, prepare," Liu Jing, the sharpshooter of the marriage officer, the commander in charge of shooting the crossbow of the chariot array, the current gravity catapult user shouted in his greatest voice.

The small red flag was raised, and Liu Jing, who was slightly narrowing, looked through the picture album in his hand again. This was the note written by Liu Yi, which explained the various distances and angles in detail.

Finally, after confirming that the angle you have determined is correct.

Liu Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved the red flag vigorously.

The launcher pulled the rope in his hand with force, and the counterweight arm suddenly fell, and the stones in the bounce frame flew towards the city gate.

Wanyan Zonghan saw the little red flag falling, and he was reminded in his heart that the Song people were playing with something else.

Then he saw ten huge flying stones flying out from the city gate.

At this time, the battlefield seemed to be still. Everyone looked up at the huge stone swirling and swiftly passing over their heads under the sunlight.

What is this

This kind of doubt arose in everyone's heart.

It’s not that I don’t know the stone, but that thing is everywhere.

But such a big stone flew in the air, this was the first time they saw it.

"Disaster" Wanyan Zonghan shouted with all his strength, and he chased for the big one, and then started rolling down the big one.

This flying stone was definitely for him, Wanyan Zonghan

Ten flying stones accompanied everyone's sight and landed near the enemy's chasing, making a huge sound, raising the smoke and dust in the sky.

The battlefield is still.

Who is the emperor of the Song Dynasty? Can he let huge rocks fly in the mountain god?

Zhao Huan was a little regretful. The accuracy of the catapult was a bit bad. The gap and the aerial trajectory were not corrected for a long time. How could it be hit in one shot? Although the ten catapults shot volleys, Wanyan Zonghan's big chase was as safe as possible.

Zhao Huan was extremely regretful. If this attack was killed by Wanyan Zonghan, it would be more than just beautiful.

I can wake up laughing in my dream

Wanyan Zonghan straightened his pocket very indecently, shook his head in a dusty face, and spat a few times before spitting out the smoke and dust from his mouth and nose.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, it was a blessing that the huge flying stone was not killed.

The damage was not great, but the morale was low to freezing point.

The soldiers nearby were in chaos, and even the Khitannu in front showed signs of retreating.

"What do you think of the order to continue to kill the Emperor of Song Dynasty, Duke of Jin, can inherit the silence of the 10,000 soldiers wearing armor."

Wanyan Zonghan roared like crazy, and this threat of almost dying made his reason a little out of control.

When morale is low, you should lead the army to retreat and do some repairs in the future.

But Wanyan Zonghan is undoubtedly a lunatic.

"Three thousand elite soldiers and cavalrymen followed me to fight. I want to cut off the dog head of the Emperor of Song Dynasty personally, no one can humiliate the Western General of Song Dynasty like this." Wanyan Zonghan was still roaring.

The genin generals muttered, wanting to remind their generals.

You are the Western Supervisor of the Jin Kingdom.

However, at this time, no one dared to correct Wanyan Zonghan's slip of the tongue.

Tens of thousands of Khitanese slaves and tens of thousands of elite soldiers gathered at Ningwu Pass. Even though the city pass was tall and several feet high, there were still Jin people climbing nearby rock walls and climbing to the head of Ningwu Pass.

"Officials, it's time to leave, the Jin soldiers are coming up." Zhao Ying rubbed his hands and said anxiously. If he didn't leave at this time, it would be too late to wait until the Jin soldiers attacked the city.

"I can't retreat." Zhao Huan still had no intention of moving his butt.

The scattered Jin soldiers and Khitannu could not take down the city wall at all. Zhao Huan showed his fear at this time and planned to wipe out all the Wanyan Zonghan's troops, which would completely turn into a castle in the air.

Zhong Shidao also looked calm and just died.

Wanyan Zonghan's cavalry quickly rushed to the city, climbed the Gundam ladder, and reached in front of Ningwu Pass.

Although he was crazy, his most basic military literacy was still there. He bypassed the front of the most dense rain of arrows and chose to climb up to the city wall from the weak point on his side.

"Today, all infantrymen are heroes. When the Emperor of the Song Dynasty is our deceased soul, there will definitely be high officials and generous rewards. If you are afraid of the war, then the military law is ruthless, have you ever understood it?" Wanyan Zonghan stayed in the wooden building on the ladder and shouted loudly to the infantry behind him.

"Dare to die on the battlefield for the general." The Jin soldiers' mask was very ferocious. From the eyes of the mask, you could see the madness that had already been destroyed.

The soldiers of all battles are all madmen. They know how to survive on the battlefield and also know what kind of contributions they have made on the battlefield.

Taking down the head of an enemy emperor is enough to be grateful to his descendants.
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