There is a blast furnace in Mingguang, a forging master with a natural ingenuity. His original name was Gao Jimo. After his talent was awakened, he named the forging furnace and called it a blast furnace.
The weapon he forged has miraculous effects on the Evolver, adding more power to a tiger and increasing its combat effectiveness by more than 50%.
The bird-wing crossbow, a strategic weapon built by him, is three feet high, five feet long and seven feet wide.
The entire ballista is entirely made of special alloy, with a matte finish on the surface, giving it the shape of a flying bird with open wings.
What the Bird Wing Ballista fires is not an ordinary arrow, but a huge semicircular moon blade with a diameter of nearly five feet. The fan is painted with complex blood-colored patterns, and the coldness radiates out. It looks more than just beautiful.
The huge ballista looks out of place among the many modern equipment, but no one dares to underestimate its power. Things made by blast furnaces are worthy of this trust and respect.
It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when the Bird Wing Crossbow Cart was delivered. It was already dawn after it was set up. The fifteen Gao family workers responsible for the installation were sweating profusely.
"The crossbow requires twenty-one third-level evolved people to turn the winch, at least five evolved people to install the moon blade, and three third-level or above evolved people are required to be responsible for firing. One person controls the aim, one person fires the blade, and one person is responsible for the base.
When firing, no one will be left within the fifty-foot radius of the ballista, and no one below the fourth level will be spared."
Zhao Zheng's adjutant frowned, "Where is the firing remote control?"
The members of the Gao family looked at the adjutant as if he were an idiot, "Have you ever seen whose crossbow is controlled by a remote control?"
"snort."
"In other words, the person responsible for controlling the ballista is dead?" Zhao Zheng took a breath of cold air.
The people of the Gao family explained how to use the crossbow and then left.
Zhao Zheng's adjutant said, "Major General, if this damn ballista is fired once, does it cost the lives of three third-level evolved humans?"
Zhao Zheng was silent, a low-profile simplified version of the bird-wing crossbow. He had been fortunate enough to participate in the modulation experiment. The irresistible destructive power still frightened him. As for the current complete version, Zhao Zheng could not find any reason to doubt it.
Its power.
"boom!"
Deep in the block, two houses collapsed, and a huge bloody figure led hundreds of grotesque creatures to break through the ruins and rush towards Zhao Zheng.
"Enemy attack!! Living zombies counterattack, prepare to fight!"
Zhao Zheng said with a stern face, "Go find Mr. Sang Xiangyi."
The adjutant had a bitter look on his face, "Master Sang said... the injury from last night has not healed yet, and he needs to rest."
"Where's Ye Hu?"
"Sir Ye said he would stay in seclusion for two days to recover from his injuries." Seeing Zhao Zheng's livid face, the adjutant added hurriedly, "Sir Ye was indeed seriously injured yesterday, with more than twenty fractures... There is really no way to fight again today.
."
"Where did Feng Xing go?"
"This...Master Feng is drinking...Xiaguan...I really don't dare to go!"
Zhao Zheng's knuckles turned white, "Okay, okay, here comes the bird-winged ballista. I will go find this Fengxing myself!"
"No, I'm here."
Zhao Zheng turned his face and showed a mocking expression, "Master Feng's injury, are you healed?"
Fengxing has a slender figure and no white beard on his face. His triangular eyes that are always squinted give people a cold feeling. He raises his eyebrows and says, "Oh, don't worry about the tiger of the Zhao family."
Zhao Zheng turned to the adjutant and said, "Go and get my gun."
The adjutant was startled, "Major General, what are you doing?"
Zhao Zheng chuckled, "I've heard for a long time that Lord Feng's pair of gold-plated maces can make him magical. Today, I, Zhao Zheng, will fight side by side with Lord Feng to welcome the bloody corpses!"
"no!"
"no!!"
The adjutant and Feng Xing blurted out at the same time. Feng Xing glared at the adjutant fiercely. The adjutant shrank his neck, did not dare to speak, and ran to get Zhao Zheng's weapon.
Feng Xing chuckled and was about to speak when suddenly there was a loud sound of gunfire.
The bloody corpse led hundreds of living corpses and approached the cordon. The garrison opened fire.
Feng Xing frowned and didn't care about anything else. His whole body glowed with dazzling silver light. Two tower-shaped maces condensed into shape in the silver light. He roared and rushed into the battlefield.
He grasped the bottom line of Base City very clearly - that is, to control the disaster of blood corpses within the scope of these two streets. Once the line was crossed, he could not explain it due to his identity.
He knows this better than anyone else.
Zhao Zheng's gun is a special large gun with a length of three and a half meters. It is made of all metal. The gun barrel is extremely thick. The odd-shaped triangular gun head alone is nearly one meter long. It is extremely ferocious. Such a large gun made of all metal
A person without special training might not be able to hold a gun as thick as an arm. It is unimaginable that Zhao Zheng, a young man with a handsome face, would actually use such a ferocious weapon.
"Young Master, Major General, Master Feng has already gone, so you don't need to get up... That's a fifth-level blood corpse..."
Zhao Zheng held the spear upside down and stepped on the armored vehicle's tire with his toes. He jumped into the air and wheeled the spear with one arm.
"bump!"
With the power of a single blow, the oncoming Shatter-Tooth Abomination was instantly smashed into two pieces, with blood splattering in all directions.
Feng Xing and the Blood Corpse rolled together in a ball, punching each other with their maces. The Blood Corpse used his physical body to hit both of their maces, and there was a horrifying sound like gold and iron clashing.
Zhao Zheng frowned. Feng Xing's style of play was to seek no faults but no merit. He would retreat immediately if he missed a hit. Faced with such an attack, the blood corpse did not suffer any damage at all. On the contrary, it was aroused to a sky-high rage.
.
"howl!"
Fengxing's maces were filled with blazing silver light, and they fought head-on with the blood corpse's arms as thick as buckets.
A cloud of blood mist burst out from the blood corpse's arms, and squirmed up along its maces as if it were alive.
Feng Xing's face was flushed, and there was already a third of fear on his face. His two maces clashed, and the silver light shone brightly. The insect-like blood mist emitted pungent green smoke and dissipated in the air.
He tiptoed, crossed over the bloody corpse, smashed two broken-toothed abominations head-on, and jumped up to the roof.
The bloody corpse looked up to the sky and howled angrily. The huge scars on his face burst open inch by inch, revealing the oozing muscle veins, and crashed into the house.
"boom!"
The wall collapsed and the house collapsed, debris was scattered everywhere, and two short screams came from the house, which were instantly annihilated in the dust.
Zhao Zheng roared angrily, "Feng Xing, what the hell are you doing?"
The anger on Feng Xing's face flashed, "Zhao family tiger, call Ye Hu! I can't stop it by myself!"
As he spoke, the bloody corpses smashed into four houses one after another, and the civilians who took refuge in the houses fled in all directions, causing countless casualties.
Zhao Zheng's eyes were filled with tears.
(Thanks to the book friend who was bewitched, I will reward you with another 200 starting coins. Thank you very much.
PS: I got a notice today that it will be on the shelves next Friday, that is, at 12 noon on May 26th. Well, it will be on the shelves for comfort, the worst kind. I don’t have anything to say for the time being. As usual, it’s the time when a large number of book friends are leaving.
Even to the book friends who have left, I would like to say thank you for your silent companionship over the past two months. Well, I don’t dare to expect any recommendations or anything like that... I just pray that it will take this week to tell the news about the release.