The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 1502: Shen Yanxiao’s ghost idea (3)

Of the more than 200 siege weapons lost by the Four Nations Alliance, more than 80 are owned by the Bluebird Dynasty.

Qu Xun's heart is dripping blood. This is not the end of the day. His siege weapon is almost half consumed!

No, Qu Xun let people pull all the previously destroyed siege weapons from the battlefield, and scolded the forge divisions of the army to see if they could rescue them.

Several broken siege weapons are patchwork, and it is difficult to repair them into a complete siege weapon.

The forged divisions' **** dogs scolded by Qu Xun can only bury their heads and continue to repair them, but in the face of siege weapons bombed by artillery into a pile of scrap iron, no matter how ingenious they are, they have nowhere to go.

A ray of evening wind blew behind Qu Xun. Qu Xun turned around anxiously and did not find any figures, so he continued to urge the forge division to work.

The soldiers guarding the siege weapons are holding their spirits and watching the movements around them.

In fact, they doubt whether those in the barren land will idiots want to destroy these siege weapons.

This is a barracks with three million people!

Even if the people in the barren land have the courage, they shouldn't come here to die?

The soldiers didn't believe that someone would do damage, but because of the command of the commander, they had to be honest here.

In the dark, only the light flickers, and the huge siege weapon is covered with a thick rain cloth, covering its true face of Lushan.

A slight sound sounded.

The soldiers immediately looked at the source of the sound, only to see that the rain cloth covering the siege weapon moved, and found nothing else that could be done.

"The wind at night in this barren land is really **** cold." A soldier couldn't help whispering, narrowing his neck, or the cold wind invaded the body.

The heavy rain cloth made a sound in the wind, and the soldiers occasionally glanced over and found that there was nothing wrong, and they stopped paying attention.

Under the cover of a rain cloth, suddenly under the siege weapon was suddenly thrown out of thin air.

Six small earthen pits were opened at the same time. Six scrolls appeared in mid-air, like six invisible hands. Carefully put the six scrolls into the earthen pit, then The planed soil covered the scroll again, as if it had never been passive.

The rain cloth made another noise, and the soldiers already ignored it habitually.

The golden luster on the scroll that was buried under the suddenness was faintly carrying a trace of magic Aura, but it was suddenly covered up and was not found by anyone.

The evening wind in the barren land is far less gentle than in other areas. Many soldiers drilled into the tent in order to avoid the wind. Only the guarded soldiers were still holding their posts.

The fire did not go out, the fire flickered in the wind, the camp was a little empty, and a black triangular cloth suddenly floated out of the air. Under the cover of the night, the black cloth quietly fell on the fire. On the pile, everything was burnt.

"Idiot." A slight voice, almost obscured by the wind, came. This tiny voice was quickly crushed by the wind.

The soldiers of the Bluebird dynasty guarded the siege weapon, listening to the rustling of the rain cloth by the wind. They narrowed their eyes and narrowed their shoulders, trying to make their existence feeling in the wind even smaller.