Wizard From Afar

"The countdown begins, the last debugging, ready to project!"

The little wizard with a firm expression loudly shouted.

In the camp by the river bank, hundreds of engineers were busy around projecting weapons one after another; the alchemists from the Scarlet Castle Wizard Association were assisting them in the final inspection.

In the crowded positions, almost every trebuchet and ballista was surrounded by at least one Hundred Men Squad soldier—not counting the number of phalanx infantry responsible for protecting them.

Master Haringvan Ashamed, who was standing next to the black hair wizard, cast a curious look, watching the engineers and auxiliary soldiers systematically operate these "large toys".

The first team of twenty people is responsible for stabilizing the bracket and repairing the gaps, and at the same time using workhorses and livestock to tow the projection equipment to the designated position;

The second team of thirty-five people operating the projection device , Rotate the chassis and the elevation turntable to align the projected target with the designated target, and calculate the error range;

Twenty-five members of the third team serve as ammunition operators, and fill the heavy crossbow arrows at the fastest speed as required. Stone cannons, fire oil tanks, and on-site replacement as needed;

This is just the most common siege ballista, and the number of people operating the trebuchet on the side will even double...but Achamai The Master's attention was not on these engineers, but on the weapons themselves.

"The torque device, the dial, the elevation dial, the projection ruler... are all masterpieces of the melting pot Academy, Peak equipment that can only be seen in the Empire Legion." There was a flash of consternation at the corner of his eyes, and the Master of Azama couldn't believe it. Looking at the little wizard:

"His Excellency Ain Rand, have you been to the fortress of Broken Circle Mountain?"

"Huh?"

Suddenly asked The live Ayin started, and the sorry laughed: "Um... I used to help the alchemists there a little bit."

Master Ashamai smiled silently, just looking at Ayin’s expression on his face. I knew that it was definitely not "some small favors"-otherwise, how could the Xachlan wizards, who have always been xenophobic, easily take out such important military equipment?

"Master Azama, do you know these projectile weapons well?"

The black hair wizard asked without looking back, looking at the distant thousand with a solemn gaze. The battlefield under the tent.

"It should be said that there are a few alchemists who are not interested in these? The Duke." Harlem Van Assama asked rhetorically: "It is precisely with these techniques that the wizard is allowed to be in the Imperial Cabinet of the Vault of Heaven. You can also have a place."

"even more how, what these seemingly'cumbersome' weapons mark is our future."

"Future?" black hair wizard eyebrows raised.

"Yes, as long as our alchemists continue to study, these projection weapons will become more sophisticated, cheaper and more convenient."

·Ashmai’s expression was very serious, and he glanced deeply at the Byrne Knights who were fighting with the centaur on the bank of the river: "One day, we can let these weapons be used by the soldiers. Hold it in your hand, stand three hundred steps away and shoot dozens or hundreds of crossbow arrows that can pierce armor."

"I can foresee that this kind of weapon will eventually make swords There are dispensable things, turning the exquisite armor into decorations, and turning all wars into cruel competitions that are three hundred steps away, compare each other to see who kills each other faster."

"Turn the glory into waste paper, make the war rigid and rigid, and turn the courage of all warriors into jokes three hundred steps away-calm killing will replace bloody melee."

Made in a low voice. Harimvan Assamah suddenly startedled, shook his head and sneered: "Of course, this is just my own imagination at the moment."

"And dominates the world’s strongest heavy cavalry, You who inherited the great cause of the Black Duke again, probably won't believe these nonsense."

Loren frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment and didn't answer him.

On the contrary...I have no doubts about this.

If it were not limited to the upper limit of the weight, Loren had planned to increase the number of projected weapons in the army...but unfortunately, not to mention qualified engineers, even qualified crossbowmen can be enough. The number of squares.

The development of metallurgical craftsmanship has made the projectile weapons in Byrne a shortcoming, because ordinary crossbow arrows can not shoot through the armor of the Byrne people at fifty steps...and if the Byrne people rush to fifty steps Step, the enemy's crossbowmen have only two options, either to escape or surrender.

With a disturbing vibration and gear noise, the engineers have completed the debugging of all ballistas and catapults.

Looking back, Loren cocked his mouth, pretending to be relaxed looking towards the little wizard: "How, are you confident?"

The stubborn Ayin is lightly snorted, expressing disdain Answer this kind of knowingly asked questions.

"Very well, then give us a little surprise for our old friend Chakal of Chiyan Banner." Loren smiled, and a little killing intent appeared in his dark pupils: "Let him see and see the past And the future, where is the real gap between civilization and barbarism."

Nodded hard, the little wizard stared round with nervous eyes, loudly shouted:

"Launch——! "

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The burning stone cannon dragged the golden red's tail, like a meteor that screamed through the air. The sound fell from the sky into the half-man Ma Dajun who was attacking the city.

"Boom——————!!!!"

The deafening cracking sound rang out, and Chakal looked incomparably shocked, staring steadfastly at the city. "Fireball" in front of the wall.

The earth is trembling, the golden red flames are accompanied by the sound of mournful scream and the tongue is rolled up; among the splashing blood, you can see the limbs smashed by the stone cannon falling from the in midair.

The stunned Chakar couldn't believe his eyes.

His army also has these cumbersome "toys", but none of them can throw stones so far, so accurate... Five hundred steps away, they can actually fall steadily outside the city wall. , Is still the place where the siege army is the densest!

This...is this a coincidence? !

Soon, he will know.

In the next second, countless fire arrows and stone cannons rose into the sky, dyeing the dome into a dazzling golden red; before the half-man Ma Dajun under the city had time to marvel, these gorgeous "shooting stars" It fell on their heads like howling wind and torrential rain.

"Boom————————!!!"

The appearance of the trembling earth one after another sounded like the entire world. It's subversive.

Under the shining firelight, densely packed, like the tide of the siege army, the sorrowful and tragic wailing, the waves of scarlet; the roar of the ears, made Chakal completely stunned. , Dumbfounded!

He just stared blankly, watching the opponent whom he regards as a mortal enemy using his unheard-of method to accurately and quickly slaughter his ministry five hundred steps away. Crowd.

Those brave four-hoofed warriors, there are even many warriors who can still be one to ten, and even the enemy looks like, where they attacked, they died in this terrifying In the hands of "toys"!

Through heavy breathing, Chakal’s cheeks were twisted and trembling.

At that moment, he understood--yes, this devil knew that he didn't have enough troops to tear open the blockade of the siege. All he could do was to deter and attract attention.

The cavalry and infantry are just bait to attract their attention. The real trump card is the river in front of you, and his trebuchet!

As long as his army does not cross the river, as long as his trebuchet still has ammunition and arrows, he will be able to massacre his men from across the river to the four-hoofed warriors with two flags. Morale collapsed.

Before his ammunition ran out, the morale of his men must have already collapsed!

As for crossing the river to encircle and suppress...too little troops, you will become the second Bassier; too many troops...not to mention the risk of being hit by the half-crossing, you must first withdraw the besieged army , In order to have enough strength to tear open his defenses and smash his "toys."

But in this way, his goal of rescuing the Thousand-Tented City is equal to that achieved.

Wait!

Chacal was startled suddenly, he just thought of a very terrifying fact.

If the opponent can hit the city gate at a distance of 500 steps, can it also...

"Boom!"

Frightened Chakal turned his head suddenly, watching a centaur trebuchet a hundred steps away from him exploded in the fire, spattering countless fire stars.