Lord Roar

Chapter 253 Little Zach's Shooting

On the cruel battlefield, the only main theme is slaughter.

The sounds of fighting, shouting, and howling that filled the place not long ago finally disappeared, making the silence at this moment even more hideous.

For a full three hundred yards, a promenade paved with the corpses of wolf cavalry and giant wolves, under the watchful eyes of the statue of the Holy Father, will forever rest on this land.

The Bloodhoof warriors finally stopped, still ruthless and silent.

Under the cold visors, there was only the sound of their slight panting, which was not the panting caused by exhaustion, but the panting sound of longing to see more blood.

The closest to them was another battle formation composed of five hundred pig fighters, less than thirty yards away from them.

But the Bloodhoof warriors did not act rashly. They suppressed their desire for blood, because their chief was right behind them, testing their training results, and they did not want to disappoint their chief.

The Pig fighters were glad that Mourinho didn't order them to stop these invincible barbarian fighters, and they could even hear the gasps of those barbarian fighters.

They were afraid, afraid that these barbarian warriors who had finally stopped would charge again, fearing that the butcher knife would swing at their heads, which were no harder than wolf cavalry.

The Bloodhoof Warriors did not continue to advance, because their strategic goal was achieved, a full [-] yards, even if the enemy was less than [-] yards away from them, they would not continue to charge like many years ago, because they are Bloodhoof Warriors, they are The elite warriors of the First Tribe of the Wilderness who have been indoctrinated every day for several months, they bear the burden of spreading blood hoof glory to any battlefield.

"The time is just right!" Janna whistled as she looked at the catapult that had just been assembled not far away.

Samson and Clios looked at each other, and hit the hammer of the catapult with his thick arm.

The ear-piercing sound of objects rubbing against the air once again broke the rare tranquility on the battlefield.

The next moment, a boulder like a torrential rain flew out from under the statue of the Holy Father with a graceful arc, over the city wall, over the corpses of the wolf cavalrymen, over the barbarian warriors, and smashed on those The second is still on the lucky pig fighters.

The huge boulder weighing half a ton, like locusts passing through, has nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.

Fifteen catapults, operated by fifteen giants, and adjusted by fifteen dwarves.

The new generation of catapult designed by the little old man Fan Di can be said to have gathered the advantages of all siege equipment, such as speed, efficiency, long range, large killing range and easy assembly.

The catapult, which uses the principle of leverage to throw stone bombs, appeared as early as the first civilization on the San Cassis continent. Its appearance was due to technological progress and the need for war.

However, as the magicians were not as good as the battlefield, the catapults were gradually eliminated. Except for some important fortresses of the human race, the major legions rarely paid attention to this cumbersome giant war machine.

The structure of the projectile vehicle is very simple, a huge lever, with a leather case or wooden frame on the back to load stones, dozens of ropes are tied to the tail, and dozens of soldiers pull at the same time, using the principle of leverage to throw the stones out.

Looking at the catapults of the major legions on the St. Cassis continent today, there are more or less shortcomings, such as difficulty in carrying, slow loading speed, unreliable hammer, and too much manpower, etc., and most of them are used for defense. Fighting, but also fixed in the city wall.

Another biggest disadvantage of the old-fashioned catapult is that the casting speed is too slow.

But under the control of the plain giant, the little old man Fan Di made up for this biggest shortcoming.

The boulders weighing half a ton were all packed in half-sealed wooden baskets, and a giant could hold four or five wooden frames in his arms.

They only need to pull the top of the catapult with their hands, then put the wooden basket full of boulders on it, press it to the lowest level, and then let go.

In addition to the drawings contributed by Allen, and the little old man Fan Di is responsible for the general design, the contribution of the horned python is also undeniable. After all, this guy always peels off his skin, and he has to change into a fighting posture to peel off his skin when Babylon is choking his neck. .

Allen once gave the highest instruction to the giants in the Bloodhoof tribe, that is, the giants don't have to work as a decoration team anymore, as long as they can skillfully assemble the catapult and can reload and launch it more than three times in five seconds, then the camp Food is enough to eat.

In order to fill their bellies and save them from working hard, the plain giants, under the leadership of Samson and Clios, worked hard on throwing stones and loading skills.

After nearly a month of practice, these giants finally made their mark in the battle against Beamon.

Fifteen catapults throw at least 35 to [-] boulders per second. After the dwarves adjust the angle, they only need to repeatedly pick up boulders, put boulders, and pull the top of the catapult to the bottom. Just let it out again.

In the last second, the pig fighters were rejoicing, and in the next second, their bodies were shattered.

The dwarves who adjust the angle only need to look for the target with the eagle eye tube, find the place where the Beamon fighters gather, and then adjust the angle to give orders.

Allen remembered that Stalin said that artillery is the god of war.

He couldn't remember the formula of gunpowder, but he knew that the catapult was definitely the god of war in the continental version of St. Cassis.

It's just that because of the appearance of magicians, this ancient tool was gradually buried.

So he fancifully divided the giants of the plain into the catapult troops, and made a splash in the maiden battle.

With the cooperation of giants and dwarves, the catapult has once again rejuvenated and lived up to the title of battlefield reaper.

Janna glanced at Allen with some admiration. It was this incomprehensible chief at the beginning, and Gan Gang arbitrarily allowed these plain giants to cooperate with the dwarves to use the catapult instead of letting the giants participate in regular training.

You must know that once a giant with such a body is put into battle for the first time, it will definitely cause a fatal blow to the opponent's morale.

But looking at it now, Allen's decision was correct. A group of giants gathered together to beat up these Beamon fighters to death, which may not be as lethal as a catapult.

The dense boulders, no matter where they hit, there will be a bloody storm.

The Beamon fighters finally started to retreat, and the Pig fighters turned around and ran away in a panic like frightened birds.

The wolf cavalry kept urging the giant wolf under their crotches, trying to escape the range of the rainstorm on this boulder.

The shamans who had just walked out of the camp, before taking out their singing power-boosting instruments, were directly carried on the shoulders of the bear officer and ran away.

Mourinho finally no longer had that breezy expression, frowning and gave a new order again: "Tell the Harpy, fly to the sky and throw oil barrels, and burn those catapults."

Seeing the harpy flying out of the opposing camp holding kerosene barrels, Alan didn't care at all.

He knew what Mourinho was planning. The paladins of the temple in the northern parish died in this way. They were smashed into human-shaped candles by the harpy holding buckets of kerosene and then decapitated.

It has to be said that the harpy is a very special race in the Beamon Empire. This kind of creature with the head of an elf woman but with huge vulture wing claws is not a Beamon orc. Their hair is in bunches black feathers, with icy eyes on his face.

The blood of the harpy can be traced back to the female elves in ancient times. Because they betrayed the night elf queen, they were cursed by the elf queen and turned into ugly bird-shaped creatures.

Even in the country of the Beamon orcs, the harpy is a race that everyone sees as evil.

However, after Mourinho emerged in the army, he brought all these unattended races under his command, and even made the harpies a vassal race of the swans against all opinions.

Mourinho gave the Harpy a safe living environment, gave them dignity, and gave them a stage to prove their worth.

Time is the best witness. Facts have proved that Mourinho's original decision-making was very wise.

The shuttle and the harpies on the battlefield can be heralds, scouts in the air, or surprise attack troops. They have various functions, and they can move quickly and have strong mobility.

Today, the Harpy Tribe has already become the most coveted fighters of the leaders of Beamon's major armies. Unfortunately, the Harpy is only loyal to its suzerain clan, that is, the Swan Tribe, and Mourinho, the head of the Swan Tribe.

Holding buckets of kerosene in his arms, the harpy began to rise continuously until it turned into black spots.

Because these harpies have the blood of the ancient elves, although they did not inherit the arrow skills of the elves, they are extremely sensitive to aiming and wind speed and direction.

Orpheus ran to Allen's side regardless of everyone's obstruction, and said very anxiously: "Let the soldiers find cover, hurry up."

Not long ago, Orpheus saw with his own eyes those loyal paladins of the temple who were hit by barrels of kerosene barrels that fell from the sky. Xiu's vindictiveness, combined with the seamless battle formation, could not have the slightest effect at all. He could only watch helplessly as his skin was burned by the flames, fell off, and finally became a scorched corpse.

Allen ignored him.

playing with fire?I'm an expert, I don't want to hit you with burning bottles, but I want to hit me with kerosene barrels.

Allen hooked his fingers to little Zach, and the latter smiled and called his little friend to go.

The roaring Harpy hovered over the Fortress of Holy Light, and started to ignite the fire, preparing to drop the kerosene barrel in his arms from the sky.

A group of half-grown barbarian children from the Bloodhoof Tribe, led by little Zack, took off the longbow from behind with a smile.

Orpheus' eyes straightened, because he saw that these half-grown children actually started to absorb the magic elements in the space, and then. . . .Then transfer the elements to the arrows.

Little Zach, who was in the voice-changing period, aimed at a harpy in the air and shouted: "Brothers, shoot these birdmen to death!"

(End of this chapter)