It took more than two hours to push the wheeled army to a position 150 meters away from the orc stronghold, and piled sandbags to improve the defense. This carefulness was to protect the two trebuchets at the back that were the focus of the attack.
Waiting for all the defenses to be deployed is equivalent to eliminating the heavy crossbows on the orc stronghold wall. The untouchables who control the trebuchets can stay at ease and work behind the horse wall.
The lightweight counterweight trebuchet is more than three meters high and the swing arm is five to six meters long. It uses the leverage effect to throw stones weighing about five kilograms. Wilson, the craftsman president of Cold Wind City, is responsible for building this thing, and now he is responsible for it.
Direct the attack.
The trebuchet is easy to say, but the key is that the stones thrown are randomly picked up, and the weight and size are not consistent. The accuracy of throwing them is a mystery. Wilson can only classify stones that are roughly the same and then conduct test firings.
The first test shot was quite accurate, falling directly into the orc stronghold. Then a few more rocks were fired, with different landing points, but the damage caused was basically zero. This was far from the expected devastating battle situation.
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The leaders and armed attendants who were watching were a little disappointed. According to this method of attack, the orc stronghold would not be captured in one day, let alone ten days. By then, Schroeder in the stronghold would be able to use the stones thrown in.
A house is being built.
When everyone's emotions were rising, Wilson, who was in charge of the trebuchet, finally had a more accurate grasp of the counterweights and stones of different weights. He waved to the servant behind him and said, "Bring Old Borg's jar."
Upon hearing Old Borg's jar, the atmosphere in the trebuchet position suddenly became tense.
The servant who was assigned to get the jar turned pale in an instant. He ran tremblingly more than twenty meters away and picked up a clay jar tied with hemp rope from a carriage.
The loops of hemp rope were to prevent the pot from breaking due to bumps during transportation. But just like this, the servant holding the pot felt that his hands weighed more than a thousand pounds, and he was sweating profusely and his body became weak after only a few steps.
"Damn it, I asked you to be careful, not to scare you so hard that you can't walk."
The fingers of the servant who carried the pots turned white. Wilson knew that these fools were making a fool of themselves. He hurriedly took the pots and put them carefully into the net of a trebuchet.
Near the trebuchet, everyone's eyes were fixed on the inconspicuous clay pot.
After adjusting the counterweight of the trebuchet, Wilson personally stepped on the launch pedal. The counterweight of 100 kilograms was centered on the circular axis of the beam frame and fell from a high point. The potential energy was converted into kinetic energy, and the swing arm at the other end was violently moved under the action of the lever torque.
Warped.
The bag net hanging on the arm drew an arc, and the clay pot placed inside was ejected.
The clay pot tied with hemp rope rolled in the air with the whistling wind, flew over a distance of more than a hundred meters, and landed behind the wall of the orc stronghold a few seconds later, smashing to pieces.
The barbarians in the stronghold were hit by several rounds of stone bullets. Although they were suffocating while hiding behind the crenels, they were still unharmed. At most, some houses were hit and damaged, which was nothing.
This time, another black 'stone' was thrown over from the opposite side. Schroeder and the others leaned against the crenel and chatted nonchalantly. They laughed and laughed when they heard some cracking sounds. They talked about how they could not do anything about the bastards outside.
How to take revenge in the future.
But after a while, an extremely foul smell spread out.
Schroeder didn't know what kind of new joke he had told. He and his men were opening their mouths to inhale, and they were all laughing. But suddenly a breath was taken into their lungs, and everyone's expressions changed drastically. They quickly covered their mouths and noses, thinking
Exhale the breath you just took in.
But many barbarians exhaled and then inhaled again, and suddenly felt dizzy.
It stinks, it really stinks!
This stinky smell makes people break into cold sweats and turn their skin pale after just a little breath.
As soon as the stench dispersed, the barbarians in the orc stronghold immediately ran around like rats whose nest was discovered, running away in confusion.
Even Schroeder himself screamed and quickly held his breath. He was no longer in the mood to tell jokes and kept running around. He couldn't bear the attack of the stench and wanted to find a place with fresh air.
Place to hide.
At this time, there was another cry in the air, and something sounded like it was breaking.
Schroeder could see clearly this time. What was thrown in was a clay pot. After it broke, a shit-yellow gas came out. This is the thing, and it smells terrible!
Wow ya ya...
People can go without eating, drinking water, sleeping, pooping or peeing, but you can't go without breathing!
However, the barbarians in the orc stronghold were forced to have nowhere to escape by the stench. Taking a breath, their internal organs were churning, as if they had been in hell for ten years. They were losing their lives! They were hiding well, but now they are all
He jumped up and was forced to have nowhere to escape by the stench.
Some were screaming from the fumes, some were holding in their breath until their faces turned red. Some were so tempted by the stench that they wanted to dig a hole in the ground, and some had no way to escape and simply jumped into the well in the settlement.
The stronghold was soon filled with stench, and the barbarians couldn't stay any longer, so they fled one after another. Most of them were so weak from the smoke that they fled without weapons. They just wanted to change places to take a breath, otherwise they would not be able to escape again.
If you suck it down, your face will turn white, your eyes will turn green, and your life will disappear.
The stench drifted with the wind, and even Zhou Qingfeng could smell some of it three hundred meters away. Fei Zhe and others only smelled a little bit, and their expressions immediately changed drastically. They didn't dare to say that they were trembling, but they were also conscious.
frightened.
Looking at the barbarians who escaped from the orc stronghold in embarrassment, everyone felt sympathy - the dwarf witch doctor Old Borg didn't know what the hell was going on, and how did he create such a terrible thing?
At some point, Zhou Qingfeng also covered his nose and rode his horse. He ordered in a deep voice: "What are you doing standing still? The enemy has been defeated. Blow the trumpet and everyone goes out to arrest people. We have been working all day for this moment. The enemy is already defeated."
It’s become a soft-footed shrimp.”
When Fei Zhe and others heard this, they felt happy. They had been fighting life and death in the dark forest for so many years, and they had experienced all kinds of hard battles, but today was the easiest one.
The strong walls failed to do anything, and a few stinky cans allowed those barbarians with minds as hard as stone to escape on their own.
Fei Zhe raised his riding whip and shouted to his subordinates and armed attendants: "Follow me and catch those barbarians. Look at how fast they run. I must be happy today."
This voice made everyone laugh, but they laughed a few times and then shut up. The stench coming from the direction of the camp became stronger and stronger, and some people in the orc stronghold were even fainted. Fei Zhe and others felt extremely
Great discomfort.
Schroeder was so furious by the stench that he escaped and ran around like a headless fly. He didn't have time to curse the idiots who threw stink bombs at his territory. He just wanted to find a place quickly.
Breathe some fresh air, even want to take out your lungs to dry them out.
It really stinks!
What a super stink!
When the smell was so bad that his eyes were filled with stars, Schroeder heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching. His arms and body tightened, and a noose fell on him, dragging him down. He quickly tried to struggle, but
His strength was greatly reduced after inhaling the stench, and he was unable to resist.
The noose was tight, Schroeder's body became unstable, and he was dragged to the ground like a dead dog.
After dragging for about two hundred meters, someone was heard shouting proudly: "Sir Hugo, I am very honored to introduce to you that the leader of the orc stronghold has been captured by me."
After being dragged for a while, Schroeder felt that the air he was breathing was much better. He gradually regained some strength, and tried to break free with both arms. In the end, he heard several loud shouts, and a series of swords being unsheathed.
Clang sound.
Many people were yelling angrily, "Despicable human traitor Schroeder, you dare to resist with your meager strength. In front of the great Lord Hugo, you are as insignificant as a firefly dust. You have no other choice but to surrender."
No choice.”
Schroeder was like a trapped animal. After panting, he raised his head and roared angrily: "I am the powerful Schroeder, the invincible Schroeder. You can kill me, but you don't want me to surrender!"
Among the crowds surrounding him, everyone was high-spirited, but their eyes were full of contempt - what else could be scary about a person who was defeated by the stench?
There was a young man in the crowd. He was covering his mouth and nose and looking at the barbarian leader. He waved his hands in disgust and said, "Go give him a bath, especially brush his teeth. It stinks so much. I hate people who don't care about hygiene the most."