Power and Empire Chapter 298: Fighting Wen Zhilun (3) Next
The Dunyin network is located. The Crazy Wu Commander lying on the ground suddenly jumped like a beam and waved his arms. The trebuchet shouted loudly behind him, "Quick! Sixteen degrees eight on the left side, and nine degrees six vertically!"
Dylan Cousse was under everyone's weird gaze. A jump just sits on the bomber's position. This action is as skilled as it has been practiced countless times
"Hiss." The slingers who were looking at fools just now changed their expressions slightly, and their eyes changed slightly when they looked at Dyren Scousse. In fact, this action has a nice name in the hand of the stone thrower.
"Ricochet."
Because the front end of the trebuchet is the most dangerous side. There is a possibility of being injured by the shaking rocker bar at any time, so the veteran will quickly dodge the moving rocker when calling out the degree, and the lunatic commander’s skilful jump is not like a novice can do. I got it, even more adept than many veterans,
Dylan Cousse is not in the mood to care about this. The small black spot in the distance was fixed to a point, and it seemed to be doing pre-war mobilization, but it was an excellent opportunity for himself, "Tighten!" Dylan Scusser shouted, a dozen winch hands pulled at the same time.
"Shoot!" Dylanscuse yelled, and the sharp axe in his hand cut the rope that pulls the winch with the wind, "Bang!" The whole frame of the trebuchet was trembling, and a huge whistling stabbed. Everyone’s eardrums hurt, and a stone bullet turned into a phantom. Flying into the air in an instant, the piercing sound of the air made all the people watching the show pale,
They never expected that ordinary stone dumpers would have such a terrible power! At this time, they remembered the word "Roar!" The stone thrower, which has always been dull shooting, made such a terrible roar, which is completely beyond their understanding. The son of the sea, Dylan Cousse’s famous stunt, "Sling stone" The rant "shocked everyone.
Talmezi still didn’t know that he was in danger. He stopped in front of the team confidently, his eyes swept across the Miaoerdian cavalry queue in front of him, which was about to rush to the forefront. In the Xiron squadron, its elite mail armor was shining in the morning light, and each cavalryman’s weapon slot was inserted with a reinforced compound bow, and each horse was equipped with a bag containing explosive bullets. Rush into the Vicky Runners, the cavalry can throw the bags in and drive the Vickys out of them
This unit is the same as Hu Xue squadron, they are all assault cavalry mainly archers, but they are more sophisticated in equipment. They are the main light cavalry, and naturally they are not comparable to the light cavalry waiting for the Hu Xue squadron. , The news of the annihilation of Hu Xue's squadron has already spread throughout the Eighth Knights. All the cavalry suffocated their blood and vowed to kill all the Vekyas on the **** defense line.
This time Tarmezi put the unit at the forefront of the queue. I just hope to rely on the light assault power of this cavalry to throw the explosive bullets obtained from the Fifth Knights to the Vicky runner-up array at the fastest speed. As long as the explosive flames burn down those hateful fences, the main force of their cavalry will be It is possible to completely smash the Vekya people into minced meat without any effort.
"Are you afraid of Vikiya?" Little Tarmezi shouted, the knight command sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the air, and the inspired Miaoerdian cavalry were enthusiastic and shouted, "Victory! Sure to win! Sure to win! "
"Very good! Then use your iron hoofs and they smash them." Tarmezi nodded in satisfaction. Rema moved forward a few times, but this time, the Miao Erdian cavalry opposite him did not answer him. Instead, there was a chaos, and a violent whistling sound sounded over his head.
"Boom." A huge stone bullet swept across Tarmezi's head with the sound of the wind. The strong wind pressure caused the horse under the crotch to scream in panic. Tarmezi hadn't reacted yet. "There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and several Miaoerdian cavalry were smashed into meatloaf by stone bullets in front of Tarmezi. Tarmezi's face was astonished, splashed with blood mixed with minced meat.
Protect adults! The Miaoerdian cavalry swarmed in to guard Tarmezi, and a row of shield soldiers immediately formed a shield wall.
"I can't die! What are you doing!" Tarmezi's body on the horse trembled slightly. The five fingers fell deeply into the flesh with excitement. Pushing away the shield wall blocking the front, his eyes swept across the opposite **** with bitterness,
Although this stone bullet did not hit him, it humiliated Tarmezi far more than hitting himself. This was a naked provocation. It was like a slap in front of the whole army. A resounding slap, this is an eternal tarnishment of one's own glory. Even if oneself wins, even if oneself kills all the Vikings on the opposite side, oneself is definitely the laughingstock of the entire continent!
"What a pity!" On the hilltop trebuchet, Dylan Cousse stamped his feet regretfully, and was almost able to smash the general Inerdian into a meatloaf, completely ignoring the horrified gaze in the eyes of other trebuchets. It’s a myth to persuade a person to hit a person within the range of a person’s rich rice.
"My lord, teach us!" The catapults crowded around excitedly, throwing to the ground the five-body commander admired by the new madman,
The trebuchet is also a human, and I also hope to be able to make contributions on the battlefield. The Samor Army is a place that pays attention to military exploits. Want money? Go to war! Want to acquire land? Go to war! Want to get glory? Go to war! Want to win the favor of the old father of the beloved girl? Go to war!
Like the Samor conscription propaganda said ~IndoMTL.com~ There are two possibilities for being a soldier: one is to be injured and the other is not to be injured.
If there is no injury and meritorious service, you will earn it. If you are injured and meritorious, there are two possibilities: one can be cured, and the other cannot be cured. It can be cured and there is nothing terrible about it, you have already earned it, you may soon have land,
If there is no cure, there are two possibilities: one is death; the other is not dead. There is nothing terrible about not being dead. Life is guaranteed, there is a pension, what else can you be a small village chief, what are you afraid of? If you are dead, there is nothing terrible about your family, and the Samor army will be responsible!
If you have a child, please let him be a "profitable" Samor soldier.
Seeing soldiers of other arms, every battle can get a lot of benefits. These trebuchets are also jealous, but there is no way. They are not the Samor main battle unit, but in the Samor army. They can only be regarded as an auxiliary unit,
Only show his face when attacking the city, and most of it is to shoot fuel bombs. In the raging fire that the stones can burn, all the battle achievements have been turned into ashes. Now I see a great savior. Appear, naturally will not let it go.