Palma and several messengers hurriedly walked through the open space in front of the warehouse area and directly entered the large warehouse where the machinery was located. The door was neither closed nor necessary. The warehouse was ventilated on all sides, and everyone was gathered around the furnace.
Because this place is warm enough. Now everyone still doesn't know what happened in the defensive zone in front.
Palma trotted towards the people gathered in front of the furnace and asked: "Is your Captain Landau here?"
Landau, who was sitting at the desk, stood up and said, "That's me. What's the matter?"
"It's like this. The barbarians are throwing stones at us from outside the range of our guns. We have to fight back, but the guns can't reach them. Is there anything you can do?"
"The barbarians can throw stones at us from a low place, but their range is farther than our muskets??"
Landau had a questioning look on his face, and the crowd around him had similar expressions.
"The barbarians this time are very different. I don't know if they are barbarians now. They conform to the characteristics of barbarians, but after they transformed in front of us, they mixed the characteristics of beasts. Don't distort the topic.
Is there an arrow that can hit 150 paces, a spear, or anything else?"
"Do you want it now? Do you want it with normal power?"
"As long as we can fight back, it's best to use it on the city wall now. We are already so overwhelmed that we can hardly stand on the city wall." Pam looked extremely anxious.
Landau was shocked: "So exaggerated? Throwing stones? 150 steps? Can't the small buckler of the frontline soldier stop it?"
"Yes, the stone thrown from 120 meters bent the shield and broke the soldier's hand. Now we need new equipment that can suppress the stone thrown."
"Sells, how many tower shields are there in the warehouse?" the captain asked the warehouse manager who happened to be standing next to him.
"There are only 100 used noodles. No one used this place before, and they haven't been replenished since."
"Cooper, take 10 people and transport some of the tower shields to the front first. Parma, do me a favor and find a few people who can cover them to put up the shields, so that people can stand on the wall."
"Okay, this is no problem." Palma agreed wholeheartedly. He said to a person behind him: "Go and call John, Charles, Chris, and Michael. They are all in the standby area now to help put the tower shield on."
Set it up. Don't wear armor. They are more flexible and easier to dodge without armor."
"Yes." The messenger followed Cooper out in a hurry.
"Speaking of which, wouldn't it be possible for a knight to throw a spear with all his strength and throw it 200 meters with fighting spirit? There are so many knights here now, why are we still looking for something new?"
"The barbarians on the opposite side are in a strange state, and their throwing stones are surprisingly powerful. Some of them seem to have mutated. They were attacking five of us one by one, but now we don't know how to fight against them. And this time it seems that they all came,
There were quite a few people there. I counted about four or five hundred people. There was also an old man with a feather crown who could cast buff spells.
.Everyone looks weird. There are only about 200 members of the Seventh Knights. If they rush up at once, one person will have to deal with two of them. If the knights' fighting spirit is consumed in throwing spears, they will rush up at once.
, the defensive pressure is too great. The magic power of the mage tower was used very hard in the past few days to clear the field, but now I dare not use it. "
"If extraordinary power cannot be used, so this counterattack needs to be carried out by ordinary soldiers? So are you looking for a method that allows ordinary soldiers to attack 120 meters away?"
"Yes." Parma lowered his head in embarrassment. It seemed that he himself thought this request was very tricky. Landau looked at Polu, who was still sitting obediently next to the furnace, with a strange look. "You came just in time, we are here."
There happens to be such a thing, Polu." Polu, who had been eavesdropping silently, stood up and said, "I'm here, teacher."
"Where's the thing you made before?" Bolu looked at the desk where he was studying. "Wait a minute, I'll get it." Before, because he felt that it might not be of much use, Bolu had already regarded this crossbow as his own in this world.
The first idea was kept as a souvenir and was now put in the box. Bolu trotted to the desk and took out the crossbow and a few barrels of arrows.
"What is this, a horizontal bow? Is it possible?" Parma asked.
"It's an experimental product. It's simple to make. I didn't think it was useful before, so I didn't do a lot of improvement tests, but it is more suitable for this time." When Polu came back, he found that the teacher was rubbing the new wood one by one in his hands.
It seems that a new crossbow is being made, and it is almost completed now.
"Polu, take this thing of yours and go to the city wall to test the range and power. Parma, this is my student, you have to make sure he comes back alive."
By the time Landau finished speaking, the two new crossbows in his hands had been completed. Parma and his messengers took the three crossbows and several barrels of arrows and hurried out of the door.
"Don't worry." Palma's voice drifted in from outside the door.
The three of them were walking towards the city wall. They passed by the waiting area under the second gate. Everyone in the waiting area looked anxious and angry. Several soldiers with blood on their faces were carried in through the door opening. Someone shouted loudly: "
Hurry, these are seriously injured, send them to the priest quickly." Several soldiers with blood on their faces but still conscious were leaning against the wall with bandages on their bodies, waiting for the priest to treat their seriously injured comrades first before returning.
Treatment.
Someone shouted loudly: "What's going on! I was hit by a stone before I could fight back."
Polu lowered his head and quickened his pace. After passing through the doorway, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. There were still blood stains on the stone slabs on the ground when the wounded were evacuated. At this time, the tower shield had not yet been sent up. Parma stepped from the weapons rack under the city wall.
He took out a large steel shield and said to Polu: "Where do you need to go?"
"Go to Post 1. There is someone there who knows how to use this weapon."
Palma said with a serious face: "Fortunately, the distance is not far. I will push you later. If I push you, you can leave. I hold you and don't rush. Don't run around. Be obedient and I guarantee that you will be fine."
"I see."
"Who is in command here now!" Palma shouted: "Is there any law for throwing stones?"
A head poked out from the city wall: "That's my commander. Now I can throw the stone about once every minute. It takes about 1 second from hand off to landing. When you see the stone flying up, just lie down under the wall to avoid it. It's not very dense."
I didn’t see the truck transporting stones. I suspect they don’t have many stones! They just finished one round of smashing 10 seconds ago.” As he said that, he looked back and looked into the distance: “Where to go, now is the right time!”
Palma grabbed Polu's shoulder and said, "Let's go!" He said he was pushing him away. The anxious Palma used a little too much force and almost grabbed Polu in his hands and carried him away. He rushed into Post No. 1 with the crossbow and the man in one breath.
Before Polu could take a breath, he heard a sound like hail hitting the roof.
"It's so dangerous." Otto, who was sitting in the corner, saw two people suddenly bump into the door. He was stunned for a moment and saw that the two people who walked in were Polu and Parma. Otto pulled Lanante and jumped up to ask Parma to salute.
.Palma waved his hand as a courtesy. "Hurry up and try that thing of yours."
Polu waved his hands at the two of them, and without even having time to catch his breath, he stuffed a crossbow into each of Otto and Nantes, "Come on, cock it. One, two, three, pull!" The three of them cooperated at the guard post.
All the strings are installed in it. As for Mr. Parma, he has already made a lot of money if he is willing to protect himself. Now let him watch.
Boru held up the crossbow, pulled out an arrow and put it in the groove in the middle of the crossbow body, and approached the narrow hole in front of the sentry tower. From the hole, Bolu saw a group of muscular people about 150 meters away who were not like ordinary people.
Although their expressions were unclear, they were obviously not here to visit. These people were sitting on the ground, seemingly rubbing the stones in their hands?
Bolu looked back with a strange expression: "Those people below really seem to be knocking rocks to throw stones."
Polu looked at the flag outside. The cold wind from the northwest was flowing from the valley to the warm south. The fortress was completely downwind. Fortunately, the wind speed was not too high. It should be able to reach it. Polu narrowed his left eye,
I chose a target at random, looked forward from the scaled Wangshan Mountain, and saw the arrow. It was a little further away, and the headwind arrow was slightly raised one space. Well, the rest depends on fate.
Polu decisively pulled the hanging knife, and the bow arm strengthened by Landao rebounded quickly. The bow string made a bang sound, driving the thick bow string forward. The arrow gained huge acceleration and flew from the bow to the direction.
After reaching the target in the distance, before the sound was heard, the arrow had already flown to their heads. As if by divine help, the first arrow accurately landed among the group of people sitting on the ground rubbing stones.
The barbarians sitting around the impact point suddenly jumped up as if they were frightened, revealing the arrows stuck on the ground. Polu sighed regretfully, it seemed that the fate was not enough. He turned around and was about to change his weapon.
The crossbow was unstrung, and suddenly he saw Palma's face leaning behind him, which made Polu tremble in fright: "Sir, the arrow has entered the target group. It's bad luck that it didn't hit anyone. If you try it twice more, you will definitely hit it."
"
Palma didn't show an angry expression, as if he didn't want to wait any longer. He held up the bow with his left hand, stretched the bow string with two fingers of his right hand, and pulled the string to his teeth with a gentle pull.
"Come again!" Parma shouted excitedly.
Bolu nocked the arrow and shot again according to the parameters just now with a confused look on his face.
"Bang" the sound of bowstring sounded.
In the hopeful eyes of Parma, Poirot, Otto and Nantes, the arrow soared into the air, passed through the window, crossed the battlefield, and finally fell heavily on a barbarian who was immersed in rubbing stones.
The arrow that was not sharp enough released all its kinetic energy into penetrating the barbarian's body, like a heavy punch on his shoulder. The sitting barbarian jumped into the air and rolled backwards.
Boru excitedly pumped his fist with one hand and shouted: