"Damn it! It's so troublesome to fight with such a gadget~"
A rookie netizen named Guofeng raised his hand and wiped a handful of the sweat that flowed into his eyes with his sleeve, making him feel burning and stinging.
Immediately, I couldn't help but cursed like this in my mouth.
While he was talking, this fellow did not forget to step on the bow of a yellow birch crossbow with both feet, and pull the bow string with both hands. With his hands and feet working at the same time, he completed the filling of this thing.
The reason why a rookie like Xiu Feng was allowed to curse like this in his mouth.
It's not because of the heavy iron mask he is wearing now.
The main reason is that since the war began, the Jurchen archers who have been condescending on the mound and have been shooting suppressively at the city wall have become too much of a threat.
Indeed! The sharp arrows they shoot often fly a distance of 150 meters.
The arrow carried so much force that it couldn't even penetrate leather armor.
After hearing such a sentence in my ears, I was about to sit down, kicking the yellow birch crossbow with my legs, and when I reloaded the crossbow, I immediately understood what was going on.
A second or two later, a gust of wind could be felt on the left side of my eyebrow, and a sound of 'DUANG~' sounded.
The current quantity of stones used by the trebuchets is sufficient. The problem is that the number of trebuchets is too small and there is no way to suppress the archers.
I saw another ladder, and it was put up behind the wall a few steps away on the left.
Therefore, facing a gust of praise, he really didn't feel happy.
Good guy! If you move a little, the sweat all over your body will flow out as if it’s free of charge.
Because this arrow can be shot accurately through the small opening on the iron surface at the eye position.
Even the head-sucking stench in the nose was much lighter.
Soon after the fierce battle, Xiufeng couldn't care about his head and face at all. He was not used to the feeling of heavy weight, and he felt intense discomfort when he was sweating profusely.
Some of the people lying on top were okay, but the unlucky guy at the bottom was already vomiting blood in his mouth.
Because if we didn't do that, the moat outside the city would have been filled in at least half a day earlier.
Moments later, the chest of the target wearing leather armor was shot through by a powerful crossbow arrow.
Thinking that he, as a rookie, could perform like this, Xiufeng couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself.
However, several blacksmiths in the city are now able to re-make new crossbow arrows after melting some iron materials; but that quantity is simply a drop in the bucket.
So, under Hu Biao's order, such an iron mask, which weighed almost a pound, was put on everyone's faces one after another.
After standing up quickly, he picked up the already strung yellow birch crossbow in his hand.
I didn't expect that this tactic of pushing a ladder with a wooden fork would be so useful. A gust of wind immediately made my whole body feel energetic.
The feeling is like being in a sauna...
However, the archery skills of these Jurchens were so vicious that they basically rushed to greet the defenders in front of them; if they were not careful, they would be killed or wounded by arrows in their faces.
He finally figured it out. If he hadn't been wearing this iron mask on his face, his brain would have been smashed into a pulp by the sharp arrows.
After witnessing such a scene, Guofeng muttered a number in his mouth: '7~'
At the same time, because of his fall, the other 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.
It was not damaged by the opponent's single-shot cannon, but when shooting at the opponents holding thick wooden shields, the special large crossbow arrows were basically all consumed.
It's a pity that after hearing such a compliment, Lang Qing only felt extremely depressed and had no sense of pride at all.
At this moment, the poor rookie almost pissed himself with fear.
Immediately after taking a few steps quickly, the wooden fork in his hand stabbed out again.
After falling, he immediately knocked to the ground the Jurchen archer who shot an arrow into the gust of wind and then planned to run away and change places to shoot again.
In the blink of an eye, the two people on the ladder hit the ground hard, knocking down several people below and lying in a pile.
Except that the opponent had already rushed to the bottom of the city and put one end of the ladder towards the wall.
You must know that by now, the ballistas he has are useless.
Just kidding, I would have shot them with a ballista long ago.
I just discovered that there was a ladder at one end, which was already placed on the wall next to me with a "bah" sound.
A torque trebuchet not far away began to launch. In the launch bucket of the trebuchet, there were about twenty fist-sized stones.
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.
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, and pushed it out with all its strength.
After glancing at the wound on his chest with horrified eyes, the guy staggered and fell to the ground, having lost all life.
However, at this moment, after seeing a cold light coming from the corner of his eye, he had no time to squat down; the only thing he could do was to lower his head.
With the protection of this thing, as long as he is not shot in the eyeball, he will not be killed by a Jurchen arrow.
Instead, a little while later, after seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he immediately shouted in the direction of a gust of wind: "A gust of wind, take a fork~"
After feeling a huge tremor all over his body, a huge anger arose in the heart of Xiufeng, and he must kill the archer's anger.
Is there anything else that requires holding a fork?
The situation is indeed the same. I threw away the yellow birch crossbow in my hand and picked up a wooden fork leaning on the wall stack, which was the gust of wind that made me stand up again.
"Well done, Lang Qing~"
The problem is, it's still summer now; while he was already wearing heavy armor, he ended up wearing an iron mask, and a gust of wind felt like his whole body was being wrapped up.
Sixty or seventy meters below the city, a Liao soldier who was running with two other comrades carrying a ladder pulled the trigger on his fingertip.
Even if the head is lowered a little slower, the same result will occur.
Otherwise, if those ballistae can continue to fire, how can the Jurchen archers on the opposite mound be so arrogant?
But without waiting for a gust of wind to take revenge, there was a loud "boom".
In the mouth of Gui Feng, he immediately praised Lang Qing who commanded this trebuchet.
Suddenly, two Liao soldiers climbed up, and the first one fell backwards from the ladder, which was probably only one meter away from the top of the wall.
When these stones flew out, they immediately spread over a large area.
Only this time, he was horrified to find that he had broken his teeth and could only push one end of the ladder out about ten centimeters before pressing it back down again.
What he didn't know was that it was located under the city.
At this moment, there are four strong men, who are using their arms, knees, and soles to hold down the ladder; it is like Guofeng alone, competing with four people.
There were also two Liao soldiers, holding a long knife in one hand and climbing up the ladder quickly with the other hand...
