"What the hell is that?" Zumashal's trolls finally ushered in an enemy, but it was not the same as they imagined.
Heavy, slow, and carrying an irresistible killing intent.
It was a bunch of man-made objects shaped like centipedes.
At first glance it looks like a house.
But no house would be equipped with a large number of metal spikes like this. It feels like a bunch of hedgehogs on parade.
"It's a human being -" The most powerful profession of trolls is that of hunter. Even though they cannot be seen directly, they can easily distinguish them from the deep footprints left behind modified vehicles.
To be honest, if in the 21st century, we still saw someone incompetently and furiously firing at a tank with a small weapon, I guarantee that everyone would burst into laughter.
For real country bastards, there are quite a few cases where such blind chickens open fire with all their might.
Watching the long line of centipedes charging into the mountain pass and being thrown spears by the troll shadow hunters just after they entered the mountain pass, McDonald really felt like he was dreaming about the First World War on Earth.
At that time, the German army, which had never seen a tank, was helpless in front of the British "Little Vagabond" tanks.
The trolls are much the same now.
Since being defeated by humans and elves more than 2,800 years ago, the trolls have gradually lost their ability to fight large armies, and instead evolved into leaders in mountain warfare and jungle warfare.
The cunning and unpredictable guerrilla mode is the hallmark of modern trolls.
They had never seen such a bizarre frontal attack.
"Drink-" A strong troll exhaled, and his whole body was like a fully drawn long bow. The heavy spear flew out of his hand, drew a dazzling arc in the air, and plunged headlong into the strange aircraft.
On top of the strange chariot.
"Seize!" with a sound, the spearhead shook violently on the front of the car for a while, and then turned into one of the 'horns' on the front of the car to defend against foreign enemies.
When the first spear hit the cowhide on the roof of the cart, a soldier pushing the cart trembled, obviously startled.
Baron Rivendell next to him spat: "What are you afraid of? We haven't even penetrated the second layer of cowhide yet."
He was quite experienced and knew as soon as he heard the sound that he was far from breaking the defense.
This is the No. 1 car. It is covered with three layers of thick cowhide, and a large amount of broken wood is placed between each layer of cowhide as a buffer. It cannot be penetrated by ordinary sharp weapons.
He suddenly noticed that Uther was very calm: "Aren't you worried?"
Uther glanced at him calmly: "I can't pierce it with just my strength, so why should the troll pierce it?"
Yes! You old man knows that you just pretended to be a big dick, do you know?
On the cliff, the trolls opened their big copper bell-like eyes, watching the strange 'giant beast' continue to climb slowly but firmly, and they began to panic.
"How can this be!?"
"Bagana! WTF! This is not scientific!"
Don't get me wrong, the latter part was dubbed by a certain duke who was in the drama.
As the biggest boss, it is definitely not something McDonald would do to charge on the front line. No one would give him this opportunity.
As a new and untested weapon, sending Rivendell and Uther to lead the battle is already very embarrassing to the Moss Troll.
Two strong men, plus ten soldiers, huddled in the Centipede head-on car at the head of the battle, shouting slogans and pushing the car forward.
Alas, fortunately they are not old men, otherwise the scene would have been beautiful.
It was McDonald who came up with the idea. Of course he didn't want to be squeezed into a small, airless car with a group of sweaty grown men.
At this moment, surrounded by a group of knights, next to Mograine, accompanied by Abbendis, and attended by the Baroness Anastari who volunteered, they were being waved with a big fan, and they were listening to the dance that they never got tired of hearing.
Playing gongs and drums specially designed for lions and drinking [Arasso's 1982 Sprite (actually iced lemonade)], McDonald felt that his fighting was so...elegant.
It is a wonderful feeling to watch your centipede car transform into a hedgehog using a monocular telescope.
Amidst the ghostly soundtrack of "Boom, hold on in the middle of winter!", ahem, gongs and drums, the uninjured human soldiers pushed the cart even harder.
The mountain road is rugged, with steep slopes of about 45 degrees. It is difficult to push the car.
People in this era have a lot of strength. After all, when you leave the town, the forest is full of wild boars the size of adult buffaloes. It seems that there are very few weak losers like Mr. Mai.
The soldiers did not lack strength, and the centipede car even had dried meat and water bottles prepared. The main reason was that morale would easily decline if they were beaten without fighting back.
With this devilish gong and drum sounding like a brainwashing cycle, the soldiers pushed the car up with all their strength.
"We will arrive at the first temporary camp soon." Abidis reminded.
It was a platform on the mountainside. It was not a big place, only about 500 square meters. It was protruding there. As long as the intersection was blocked, at least there was no need to worry about sneak attacks from the cliff above. The soldiers could also rest there.
"It's not that simple." Mograine said solemnly.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, suddenly several trolls and strong men began to smash down stones the size of human heads from a distance.
"Boom! Snap!"
The centipede made a loud noise as it rushed towards the car, and it felt like it was going to fall apart in the next second. However, the thing was harder than a turtle shell, so it managed to hold on.
Forget it, through the telescope, I only saw a burly troll actually pulling up a sharpened tree trunk and dropping it condescendingly on a thirty-meter-high cliff.
The tree trunk is as thick as a human leg and is three meters long. If this thing is thrown, unless it misses, it is much more terrifying than any other ballistae.
Unfortunately, this specially made 'ballista' made a perfect parabola and hit the car at a 60-degree angle.
"Ah!" exclaimed the Baroness.
Mograine couldn't bear to watch anymore. After all, there was a baron, a Holy Light priest, and ten elite soldiers in the car.
It depends on who is unlucky enough to be nailed to the ground by a pierced wooden stake.
He suddenly discovered that only McDonald was sitting there extremely calmly, taking a sip of his drink comfortably: "Your Excellency Stratholme, aren't you worried?"
McDonald smiled slightly: "If this piece of garbage can penetrate the 1-inch (2.54cm) thick Thorium armor under the three layers of cowhide, then I lose!"
When the people around heard this, they gasped on the spot.
I have seen a prodigal family, but I have never seen such a prodigal family.
At the same hardness, thorium weighs only half that of steel.
If an ordinary knight has a set of thorium armor, it will not only last a lifetime, but it must be a family heirloom that will be passed down for hundreds of generations. Thorium is the strongest metal recognized in the Eastern Kingdom. It is light and hard, so every set of thorium armor
Silver armors are sold at sky-high prices that are beyond the reach of knights.
A set of thorium armor can easily cost several hundred gold coins, and only the top nobles can afford it.
Now they actually use expensive Thorium ingots to make armor for attacking cars!?
How the hell is this a car rush?
This is a cash transport truck!
Damn it, what’s going on with this thick envy, jealousy, and hatred?
Not to mention the knights next to him, even Duke Mograine was internally injured by someone's arrogance.
So willing to spend money, what should I do if my gadget gets stuck in the car and cannot come back?
There, it did not disappoint. A small window was opened near the top of the car, an arm in armor stretched out, and the tree stump was pulled out in a few clicks, and the car continued to drive!
