lethal arsenal

Chapter 69 The determination of the turtle spirit general!

Lin Dong and Wu Youwei only had time to exchange a glance.

But at this moment, Gui Ling fell on the ground with his big foot, and at the same time he stepped on a huge imprint, he strode towards Lin Dong.

"The body is big and weak, the hair is weak and the fire is weak, the meat monster uses a sword, and the shell uses a hammer."

Lin Dong babbled on two sentences of formulas.

At a time like this, he was still in the mood to take a joke, but his gaze went straight to the turtle spirit and punched him in the back.

I don't know what the old tortoise is thinking, wearing a tortoise shell on his chest, it really looks like armor, right?

Before the huge shadow came, Lin Dong had an idea.

"Wu Youwei, can you fight for thirty breaths for me?"

he roared loudly.

At this moment, "ignite!"

At the other end of the hill, Chen Desheng issued another order.

However, the difference from before was that Chen Desheng disliked the slow work efficiency of the artillerymen and made things difficult.

He kicked the artilleryman's ass, and then, without saying a word, he stepped forward and hugged the barrel of the red-clothed cannon, swung his forearm forward, and put the barrel on his shoulder.

You know, red-clothed cannons generally exceed a thousand catties.

The biggest one, the one on the city wall of the Guangzhou Mansion, weighed over ten thousand catties.

The smallest barrel, the front-mounted smoothbore gun, weighs several hundred kilograms.

Chen Desheng knelt down on one knee, and the soil layer was evenly cracked. He forced a breath, his face flushed, but the posture he put on was extremely astonishing.

The temperature of the barrel has not subsided, not long ago, a round of bombardment was fired, and the iron plate was terribly hot.

Heavy artillery of such a large scale is still in use only in the Qing court.

The rest of the Western countries have long since given up and used new products.

The red cannon, not to mention the explosion, has a large limit on the number of shots, and the most important point is the huge recoil.

Fire a cannon, louder than the first spring thunder in the world.

And Chen Desheng dared to use his shoulders to support the barrel of a gun. It can be imagined how confident he is in his own body.

It was not the first time that the pawns of the artillery battalion had seen the general make such a show. Immediately, two artillerymen proficiently pushed the shells, loaded the gunpowder, and ignited the fire.

The lead wire sizzles and burns.

Chen Desheng squinted one eye, adjusted the position, the cannon was raised slightly upwards, and carefully adjusted the three-pointer, trying to make the ballistic trajectory of the cannonball launch a parabolic shape.

The black muzzle aimed at the future turtle spirit on the battlefield.

"Destroy!"

Boom!

Chen Desheng let out a loud roar, and his voice was immediately drowned out by the cannon fire.

The scorching hot barrel swallowed the tiger-headed beast's blade armguard, and it was roasted red.

The huge recoil caused Chen Desheng to fall back uncontrollably. Before he fell, he threw the most important barrel on the pine grass that had been prepared.

Chen Desheng gasped for breath, then got up again to observe the battle situation below.

In the gloomy and gray sky, it seemed that a thunderbolt was hanging down, and the powerful gunshots made people's ears buzz.

An orange-red tail flame marked the battlefield where the ghost soldiers and the Linhuai army were fighting.

The ferocious expressions on the faces of the soldiers, as well as the ferocious faces of the ghost soldiers wielding swords, were all displayed under the firelight.

Dazed for a moment, people and ghosts looked at each other, unable to tell whether it was fear or funny on each other's faces.

For this kind of city-level battle, the contest between warriors, no matter how beautiful it is, is nothing, unless one person forms an army.

Both Lin Dong and Wu Youwei had grown their brains, and they knew how to run to the rear to avoid the attack of the turtle spirit general.

Most of the soldiers were shocked by the roar of the iron cannon, and their ears became deaf.

"How can the red cannon still fire?"

Turtle General obviously also recognizes such firearms.

He counted the cannon shots just now, and the firearms of the Ming Dynasty were actually not bad, and some of them were even better than those of the Qing court.

However, the times are advancing. Today's red cannons are no longer like before. After firing a cannon, the cannon has to be cold before it can continue to fire.

With the improvement of technology, basically within a quarter of an hour, two shots can be fired.

Of course, you can't continue playing all the time, but at the technical level, it has indeed been strengthened a lot.

The Qing court failed to live up to expectations, but on the other side of the sea, the research on artillery on the Western side never stopped.

The turtle spirit general, who didn't take the soldiers and horses seriously at first, also had some slight changes in the expression on his face at this time.

The tortoise general looked very powerful, twisted his head, and actually retracted directly into the tortoise shell, it really belonged to a tortoise.

Ok?
It doesn't seem right to say this, this guy is a tortoise in the first place.

After the precise strike of one cannon, the other two cannons dragged the tail flames and followed suit.

Earthquakes.

The earth and rocks were broken, and the smoke and dust billowed.

Lin Dong gritted his teeth and rushed in.

Wu Youwei looked at Lin Dong's figure, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into it. On the verdigris and rusty tortoise shell, the horniness fell off, and a clear and terrifying dent appeared, but the armor was not completely broken.

"It's nothing."

A thunderous sound came out of the turtle shell, and the turtle spirit stretched its head out again.

However, the moment he raised his head!

Lin Dong's figure had already jumped into the air, and the one-legged bronze man slashed fiercely at Gui Lingjiang's eyes.

"Despicable demon purging dog."

Guiling shouted loudly, it was too late to hit the little mouse with a sledgehammer at this time.

He immediately stretched out his arms to protect his eyes.

However, who knows...

"I am your opponent!"

Wu Youwei rushed over, thrusting the three-pointed spear with a piercing armour, aiming at the instep of the turtle spirit general's big foot.

Wu Youwei took a deep breath, there seemed to be a wind and thunder in his stomach, and the Dan Qi was poured into the big gun continuously, piercing the flesh to the bone.

It's also strange that Guiling transformed his hands and feet into a human shape, without scale armor on his body, a weapon weighing more than 300 jins, and with the blessing of great strength, this is just one stroke, and most of it is submerged in the back of his feet.

hold head high!
Gui Lingjiang suffered a great loss, his eyes turned red from the pain, and he opened his mouth to spew out a stream of yellow-brown water vapor.

Yellow spring water is the most capable of devouring human flesh and blood. It is said that if the Buddhist Miaojue Jinxian is thrown into the yellow spring water, after a stick of incense, it will also turn into bones and rotten flesh.

Lin Dong's cheeks were aching, but his feet kicked fiercely on the forearms of the body guard of the turtle spirit general.

The second section jumped to the sky and easily avoided the water mist of Huangquan.

On the other side, Wu Youwei was not so lucky, before he could pull out the three-pointed spear, a huge toe in front of him kept zooming in, and it turned out that it was the turtle spirit general who kicked him hard.

Fortunately, General Turtle Spirit is not as agile as General Snake Spirit.

Wu Youwei rolled on the spot, and then jumped to the side, really avoiding the attack range of Bigfoot.

At this time, Lin Dong fell from a high altitude.

Guiling General wielded a sledgehammer to attack him, the sledgehammer barely lifted, Lin Dong had jumped onto Guiling General's shoulder at this moment, and the skinny beauty went straight to the skin on the back of his neck.

The old tortoise does not have a tortoise shell on its back, but its skin is firm and tight. Compared with a great martial artist who specializes in horizontal kung fu, he is only stronger than weaker.

Inserting the tip of the knife is like piercing into cowhide, which is extremely tough.

However, this was not a problem for Lin Dong.

The muscles of Lin Dong's arms bulged and twisted into strips, [Monster strength! 】The suffix is ​​full of power, the tip of the thin beauty's knife finally penetrated into the flesh and blood, the turtle spirit will eat the pain, and the palm several times bigger than the plantain fan suddenly grabs towards the back.

A sneer appeared on Lin Dong's face, and then he jumped suddenly, and the sound of rubbing kept ringing.

The point of the thin beauty's knife slid all the way down, cutting a huge hole of five or six meters.

Just when Lin Dong thought he was going to make a contribution with one blow, the surrounding sky darkened!

No, it was the big hand of General Gui Ling, but this time, the speed was surprisingly fast.

Lin Dong pulled out the thin beauty, heaved a sigh of relief, and fell rapidly.

Snapped!
The sound wave was terrifying, and Gui Ling slapped his injured back hard.

I didn't see the old turtle bleeding.

The tip of the thin beauty's knife was stained with drops of insidious yellow-brown water droplets, and it must have been yellow spring water.

The quality of the blade is extremely high, even this kind of evil didn't hurt the blade at all.

Gui Ling pulled most of the skin off his back. At this moment, he turned around abruptly. He stared at Lin Dong fiercely, his eyes seemed to want to swallow Lin Dong alive.

Guiling General pulled out the fork casually and threw it away: "Old Guiling, I have lived my entire life, except for the many hidden injuries caused by the three major battles. I have also suffered such hardships in transporting military supplies for General Sun Chuanting back then!"

"You can do this, seriously hurting me! It really woke me up, the old turtle."

"The back waves of the Yangtze River turn the front waves. The human race has been born with masters from generation to generation. If the old turtle doesn't have the determination to die today, how can he protect the general comprehensively?"

The turtle spirit general roared, the huge body has undergone a new change, obviously a villainous white face, now it seems to have been steamed in the drawer of a steamer, and the skin has turned into that kind of overcooked red.

"Wu that boy, give me a hammer from Grandpa Turtle!"

Guiling dropped the sledgehammer again, the speed was extremely fast.

Completed the last short board.

Lin Dong's eyelids jumped up and down, and Tian Linggai felt numb, feeling a great danger.

crucial moment……

(End of this chapter)