If war is a drama of one act, then the only melody is killing.

The aftermath of the stage was hundreds of fragmented corpses, including wolf cavalry, giant wolves, and a wolf cavalry squadron of more than 600 people, none of whom were alive.

Miller, who was in charge of the Chinese army, no longer had a trace of calm and calm on his face.

He was not only amazed by the combat effectiveness of the barbarian warriors, but felt an unspeakable humiliation.

The star of the star could not remain calm and calm.

He felt that the Wolftooth tribe was insulting him, because when the fifty or so warriors returned to the city walls, there was no Beamon orcs to stop them, to pursue, to wave their weapons, not even to make the slightest sound, not even to look at their departing backs, as if they were afraid that these evil stars would suddenly turn their heads and charge and slaughter.

Fear pervades the battlefield.

Miller didn't feel fear, because he knew the balance of forces, and he knew his trump card.

But he saw fear in the faces of the people around him.

He likes fear, and he likes the feeling that others are afraid of him, but he doesn't like the feeling that his men are afraid of people other than himself, especially on the battlefield.

When a warrior dies, more warriors can be brought up, and the reserves can be brought up, but when fear arises, fear spreads, and this invisible enemy is the deadliest.

When the soldiers are afraid, the scales of war have already begun to tilt severely.

"Main Battle Race!" Miller took a deep breath, "Prepare to charge!"

Miller didn't want to delay any longer, fear would turn into the deadliest enemy over time.

It is hard to imagine that more than fifty barbarians have actually shocked tens of thousands of Bimon troops, and even Miller did not expect that this would happen after a small temptation.

At the same time, Fiona on the city wall also made a voice belonging to the commander.

"Descendants of the Titans, it's up to you. ”

The so-called descendants of the Titans refer to giants.

However, instead of jumping off the wall, the giants raised their arms and struck the catapult's hammer.

The cacophony of objects rubbing against the air resounded over the battlefield.

Like a torrential rain, the boulders, burning with flames, flew over the walls, leaped over the corpses of the wolf cavalry, and landed on the flanks of Beamon's army like a carpet bombardment.

Bombing the flanks can compress Beamon's space and take more time to regroup, which shows that Fiona's combat command ability is extraordinary.

The burning boulder, weighing half a ton, is like raindrops, with nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.

Twenty catapults, twenty giants operate, and twenty dwarves debug aiming.

The third-generation catapult designed by the little old man Wocha is called a trebuchet to be precise, because it can automatically reload.

When these bundled boulders reach a certain speed and height, the bands will be burned away by the flames, and eventually the boulders will be scattered, and the rest will be left to gravity.

The trebuchet that uses the principle of leverage to throw stone projectiles actually appeared as early as the Darkest Age, appearing on major battlefields, appearing in various local conflicts, and most of them appearing in siege and defense battles.

However, as the Elementalists entered the battlefield, trebuchets were gradually eliminated, and with the exception of some important fortresses of the Terrans, this kind of heavy machinery with a high damage rate and poor accuracy was rarely used.

In fact, the structure of the projector is very simple, a lever with a skin on the back

The set or wooden basket is loaded with stones, and more than a dozen telescopic ropes are tied to the tail, and several strong men pull at the same time, and the object is thrown out by the principle of levers.

There is a reason why this thing is almost eliminated, it is difficult to carry and assemble, the loading speed is too slow, the loss of hammer material is too high, and it can only be fixed in one place, and the most important thing is that the speed is too slow, whether it is the projection speed or the debugging speed.

The landing point is basically fixed, and if you want to change the landing point, you have to debug it, and when the debugging is done, the enemy has rushed over, and the angle is still fixed, and the enemy will know where to hide after a little calculation.

However, under the wisdom of Steng and Wocha, the two exchanged old bottles for new wine, giving this almost obsolete heavy machinery a second spring.

Several boulders weighing half a ton were all contained in semi-sealed wooden baskets, and a giant could hold four or five in his arms.

All they had to do was pull the front end of the catapult with their hands, then put the basket full of boulders on it, press it to a low point and let go.

In fact, the Wolf Tooth Tribe is also going to eliminate the catapult, because the giant can make a cameo appearance in the catapult, pick up the stone and throw it.

Later, Si Teng put forward an idea, that is, "fire bomb" shooting, similar to artillery, after soaking the boulder with a high concentration of flammable materials, igniting and then projectile, after fragmentation, it can produce both an explosive effect and smash people.

The giants could throw stones, but they couldn't throw stones that were on fire, and that's where catapults came in.

The boulders that the catapults throw are actually farther and more precise than those thrown by the giants.

No matter how strong the giant is, it is not a machine, it is impossible to throw big stones endlessly, but the machine can.

In addition to the alloy material, the contribution of the Blue Wing Python is also undeniable, this guy is always shedding his skin, and he has to turn into a fighting stance with Big Bell pinching his neck.

Chu Ci once gave the highest instruction to the giants in the Wolftooth tribe, that is, the giants could not do coolies, as long as they could skillfully assemble and use the catapults.

In order to fill their bellies and to eliminate the need for coolies, the giants, under the leadership of Goliath, practiced their stone-throwing and loading skills.

And after nearly a month of practice, this group of giants finally shined on the battlefield.

The orc warriors on both wings were in a mess, fleeing in all directions, unable to assemble in formation again.

Fire, fire, fire.

Seeing that the formation of the orc's wings was completely destroyed, Fiona couldn't help but glance at Chu Ci.

It was this unobtrusive chief who insisted that the giants practice using catapults instead of regular training.

You must know that with the size and lethality of a giant, once it is thrown into battle, it will definitely deal a fatal blow to the morale of the opponent.

But now, Chu Ci's idea is right, a group of giants gather to beat this group of Beamon warriors to the death, and there is definitely no huge lethality caused by a dozen catapults.

The dense boulders, no matter where they hit, there is a bloody rain, burning is a flame, it is an exploding flame.

The Reaper Waltz can only perform short-range "bombardment", while the catapult is more like a real artillery, with an effective killing range and distance more than five times higher, covering almost the entire battlefield, making it more suitable for large-scale battlefields.

The Beamon warriors finally began to retreat, and the wolf cavalry turned around and ran in a panic.

The main battle races are messing around with their heads guarded.

The priests hugged their elemental beasts and cried for their mothers.

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Shuai roared and updated his order: "Let the harpy, let all the harppogriffs, fly into the air and throw oil barrels, and burn all those damn catapults, quick, fast!!"

One by one, the harpys lifted into the air.

Chu Ci's face was full of disappointment that he couldn't hide.

He thought Miller had some new tricks.

The Hippogriff threw oil barrels to bombard, which was all a leftover routine played by the Wolf Tooth Tribe.

Among the Beamon orcs, there are not many flying species, and the most numerous are the Harpys, who generally play the role of scouts or heralds.

But Miller re-gave the Harpy a battlefield role, that of the Air Force, an air-to-ground force.

You can throw javelins, you can throw oil barrels, you can drop reinforcements in pairs, and your mobility is even more powerful, but the only flaw is that you can't fly for a long time.

However, under Miller's baton, these not physically strong hawks have repeatedly made meritorious achievements.

It's not how powerful the harpys are, it's that they can fly, and nine out of nine species on this continent can't fly, and nine out of nine archers can't reach them.

After the harpy took off, he carried barrels of fire oil in his arms, and began to rise continuously until they turned into black dots.

These harpies are very sensitive to aiming and wind speed and direction, and are very accurate in judging the landing of their throws.

Morning Star, who had suffered a loss, hurriedly shouted: "Find cover, quickly, let the soldiers find cover." ”

Lopez is also well-informed, and hurriedly asked his warriors to find cover and change into longbows.

But there are too many Harpys, and the Warspirit Samurai are not good at shooting.

Garnia also retreated back into the corridor, escorted by a large number of retinues.

Morningstar, in particular, looked worried.

Just now, he saw with his own eyes that the high-ranking knight of the diocese was smashed on his body by barrels of fire oil that fell from the sky, and in the face of the ruthless devouring of the flames, the high-ranking samurai had no choice, once he was hit, he could only endure the pain of the flames and then turn into a charred corpse.

Chu Ci's face was full of disdain.

That's it, the dragon knight?

That's it, and that's it, a teacher-level elementalist?

What the hell is all the fuss, as far as it goes.

Fiona turned her head and snapped her fingers at little George, who was picking his nose in the corridor.

I don't know when, the heads of the wolftooth tribe feel that they are very handsome to snap their fingers like Chu Ci, and that kind of sound seems to indicate that the victory is in hand and the sense of absolute control.

The whistling Harpy, hovering over the Iron Castle, began to light a fire, ready to drop the oil barrel in his arms from the sky.

A group of half-sized barbarian children of the wolf-toothed tribe, led by little George, grinned and took out special longbows from animal skin bags.

Dragon Knight Morningstar almost didn't sit on the ground.

Garia gasped.

Lopez looked demented.

The elemental divisions and warriors of the Guardian Regiment trembled as if they had had suffered a stroke.

Because he saw that these half-grown children actually began to absorb the elemental power in the space, and then, transferred the elemental power to the arrow, and at the same time, squinted his eyes into the elemental gaze lock.

Little George, who was in the stage of changing his voice, shouted in a voice like a male duck: "Little ones, shoot me to kill these birdmen!"

Arrows with elemental power were thrown like a popular flying bolt towards the eagles in the air with fire oil barrels in their arms.