Chapter Two Hundred and Sixth Black Man and Little Mason
"Six hundred steps!"
"Five hundred steps!"
"Bear hunting crossbow, release!"
A dozen two-meter-long giant arrows flew towards the ogre army in the distance. The maximum range of the bear-hunting crossbow could reach a thousand steps. However, not only the power was greatly reduced at a distance of a thousand steps, but the accuracy could not be guaranteed.
The most effective range is still within 500 steps.
Not only is the shot accurate at this distance, but it is also powerful. No matter how hard the ogre with its thick skin and armor hits you head-on, you will immediately fall to your knees.
"puff!"
The giant arrows pierced into the pile of ogres, and a sound of piercing armor and flesh was heard. Because the ogres were in a dense formation, the accuracy of the bear-hunting crossbows was relatively high, and almost every giant arrow caused a hit to the ogres.
casualties,
The lucky ones had their heads, hearts and other vital parts smashed directly, and fell to the ground immediately without suffering too much pain. The unlucky ones had their arms, thighs, or other non-fatal parts of the lower body smashed. Although
It is impossible to save him under these conditions, but with the vitality of the ogre, he can survive for a long time. The longer he lives, the more pain he will suffer.
The death of more than a dozen companions could not shake the progress of the ogre army. On the contrary, more ogres were aroused by the smell of blood and screams.
The ogres are a semi-civilized race, and they still have some characteristics of beasts. This problem of becoming jealous when smelling blood has not completely subsided.
In the Flying Bear Army formation on the other side, more than a dozen bear-hunting crossbows are still being reloaded. The surrounding soldiers move very quickly. It is obvious that they have been trained for a long time and the reloading steps are quite skillful. They want to catch up with the ogre army.
Fire another round as you approach,
On the front chariot, the crossbowman has completed the first loading, and the crossbow is standing in front of the baffle, waiting for the order to launch.
"Hey, Mason, are you nervous?"
"No, no!"
On a chariot, Heifu, the commander of the chariot, was holding a heavy weapon and observing the four men on the chariot.
The commanders of these chariots are basically veterans like Heifu who are armed with heavy weapons and ready to fight hand-to-hand with ogres at any time. They are all elites with the richest combat experience and have achieved success in breathing techniques.
It is most suitable for them to serve as the captain of the car. The little stonemason Heifu calls is actually not small at all. He is also a strong man of 1.85 meters. Heifu is from the same village because his father is a stonemason.
, Heifu habitually called him the little mason.
The little mason looked tall and strong, but he was actually a new soldier. He just had some strength and could independently cock the crossbow, so he became an honorable crossbowman.
Anyway, crossbows do not require much training. After a month or two of rigorous training, you will be a qualified crossbowman. At this time, you are also assigned to the chariot and become the first line of the Flying Bear Army.
defense line,
The little stonemason, who had obviously never experienced fighting on the battlefield, was a little nervous when facing the menacing ogre. No matter how well he usually trained, he couldn't help but feel a little weak now, but he still insisted on denying it.
That's all.
"Aren't you nervous? Look at how your hands are shaking. The ogre hasn't come up yet! If you hadn't been marching in the wilderness these days, I would have thought that you were working in some homeless house with your salary.
Just one night."
"When the ogre rushes up, I'll be the one to hit him, so you're in a hurry!"
At this time, most of the people in the procession couldn't make any sense, and they often used swear words and dirty jokes. But Hei Fu's scolding actually made the little stonemason's hands stop trembling, and he seemed to have relaxed a little.
"On weekdays, we eat from Lord Richard, drink from Lord Richard, eat dry food every day, and have plenty of meat every week, and the rewards are never less. Even if we died in the battle, Lord Richard will take care of our wives, children, and children at home. Even today
Even if you risk your life, you have to hold it back for me!"
Heifu has a quick mind and has heard a lot of truths from the lecturer. Now he is learning and applying some of the truths he has heard in daily life to mobilize his four soldiers before the war.
"But I haven't married a wife yet, let alone a child. If I die, the pension from Mr. Richard will be all at the expense of my brother."
After hearing Mr. Hei's simple lecture, the others started to drink in honor of him. Only the little mason turned his head and stared at Mr. Hei with a sad face.
Facing the disrespectful little mason, Heifu glared back fiercely. Just when he was about to curse a few more words, the loud military order sounded again, interrupting Heifu's scolding.
The little mason quickly turned his head, holding the crossbow in his hand tightly and fixing it on the baffle, staring intently at the approaching ogre in front of him.
To be selected as a crossbowman, the little mason not only has a strong body, but also has good eyesight. From a long distance, he can roughly see the face of the ogre in the front row.
Now that he was staring at the ogre's ugly face more and more clearly, the little mason was no longer so nervous. He was holding the crossbow steadily with both hands, and all he could think about was to slap the ogre's ugly face.
Come on, he's really ugly.
"Two hundred steps!"
"One hundred and fifty steps!"
"put!"
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
When the firing order was given, hundreds of crossbow arrows were fired from dozens of tanks, making a low buzzing sound.
Because the target this time was the taller ogre warrior, the kobolds who attacked at the same time were not hit.
On the contrary, dozens of ogre warriors were penetrated by strong crossbows and fell to the ground.
The power of these crossbows has exceeded the arrows fired by Richard's sharpshooters.
If the rate of fire and accuracy are not considered, the power of these crossbows is much stronger than the arrows shot by the great elf archers.
Even if it is shot at the thickest chest of the ogre's armor, it can directly break through the armor and penetrate into the heart.
"Quick, quick! Reload!"
The little mason who entered the state immediately placed the empty crossbow vertically on the ground, raised his foot and stepped on a slot. After pressing the crossbow arrow into the slot, he pulled hard with both hands and completed the re-stringing perfectly. Then he immediately re-strung the crossbow.
He placed the crossbow on the baffle,
"preparation!"
"put!"
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
This time the distance was shorter. The ogres in the front row were only a few dozen steps away from the chariot formation. The blood splashed after the arrow penetrated the flesh seemed to have almost spilled onto the chariot.
The little mason finally got what he wanted. A crossbow bolt directly hit the ugly front face of an ogre that made him feel sick. Watching the arrow directly smashed the ogre's facial bones and penetrated the brain.
When the scene of a red and white thing came out, the little mason actually felt a little happy in his heart.
