The crossbow has a rather shallow credential in Pande, and the longbow is the veteran weapon of this continent. The date of the birth of the first longbow is unknown, but it must have preceded the founding of the Pender Empire. The bow is to the Ranger what the lyre and the lute are to the bard, but instead of beating notes, they play sharp arrows. Anyone who calls himself a ranger who cannot find a longbow or a shortbow behind his back or around his waist will be ridiculed. At the height of the bow, the nobles compared the number of grey-clad archers in their families, while the commoners dreamed of taking a set of Pande's archers' standard garments as heirlooms. However, this glorious movement belonging to the bow came to an abrupt end when Osa Sauron landed with his army in Pande. The famous general brought not only a well-trained army and unpredictable tactics, but also a new type of war machine called the "Heavy Crossbow". Under the command of Ossa, the heavy crossbowmen of the Cuban Klee Empire attacked the city in the south of Pande, suppressed it in field battles and fortified battles one after another, and even defeated the gray-clad archer wing of the Pande Empire head-on, making the entire continent look sideways. Later, Osa broke away from the Cuban Klee Empire and proclaimed himself emperor, and the crossbow officially took root in Pande, and has developed into a variety of styles today. From delicate and small hand crossbows, to light crossbows that are cheap to build and easy to equip militia on a large scale, to heavy crossbows that can still penetrate two finger thick heart armor pieces at a distance of 100 steps. The crossbow machine is getting heavier and heavier, and the single flat fire of the same force and range can crush the longbow in all directions. Although the process of making a crossbow is far more complicated than making a bow, the cost of training a crossbowman is also much cheaper than training one. As long as a peasant has the strength to hold the crossbow and pull the string of the crossbow, then he only needs to know how to set up the arrow and how to lock on to the target through the lookout mountain to become a qualified crossbowman. When Archduke Alfred integrated the fragmented Pande Empire and fought against Osa the Great, his longbowmen often went head-to-head with the crossbowmen. Later in the war, Sarion's longbowmen were forced to revoke their numbers due to heavy casualties and difficulty in replenishing their numbers, but Osa still had two heavy crossbowmen under his command, and could be further expanded to four if he was willing to accept reservists still training in the rear.

The Siege Crossbow is an improved version of the Heavy Crossbow - it is said to have been the work of a craftsman from Meettenheim after a drunken experience, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an "evolutionary" version due to its dramatic improvement in all aspects of its performance, including its cost. Not only has a new scale been added to Wangshan, which provides convenience for long-distance sniping; The effective firing range was also further expanded, reaching an astonishing 400 steps for flat fire and 500 steps for projectile fire; Special crossbows were built to enhance high elevation projectiles to suppress defenders behind the walls.

"Grass!" Ranmarok smashed his fist on the battlements, his eyes breathing fire, "Where did you get the siege crossbow?" Whose troops are this? ”

"This outfit ...... Do they have a silver skull tattooed on their left chest? "Dahal's eyesight is not as good as that of Ranmaroke, and he can only barely get a rough idea.

"Yes, those samurai also have skull-shaped coats of arms on their shields -, heretics?! How did they get involved with those brutes? ”

Dahar took a hard breath of cold air, and slowly came out from between his teeth, and a condensed white mist rose, but it couldn't hide his unusually ugly expression: "I heard that the blueprints for the construction of siege crossbows used to circulate in the black market of the royal city in Sarion, but I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of the infidels - they still have the ability to produce them on a large scale!" Our ranger regiment does not have an advantage in frontal firepower, what to do? ”

"Heretical organizations operating in the North...... Meldre, this old bastard! Ranmarok took a deep breath before he could barely suppress the fire in his viscera. The heretics would collude with the Misty Mountain tribes, which was really unexpected. How much ecstasy did Meldrey pour into order for the notoriously xenophobic Misty Hills tribe to accept the heretical armed forces? What is certain is that the appearance of this force barely made up for the shortcomings of the lack of long-range firepower in the tide of looting. Even the heavily armored garrison of Poimbour, it was impossible to ignore the siege crossbows, let alone the lightly armed rangers. With them as cover, the first wave of the Misty Mountain army's offensive will not suffer too many casualties, and it will be easy to reach the outer urn city!

"Dahal, I need you to get back to the line of defense in the East Urn City quickly! If there is also a heavy crossbowman force outside the city, let the rangers all withdraw from the outer urn city and set up a defense line in the inner urn city! Heralds! Hurry to the West Urn City, and if the other side is facing the same situation, pass on this order! Ranmarok grabbed Dahal's shoulders hard, "Put them up and fight!" The infantry is gagged, and the shooter is responsible for covering! ”

"Why don't you go to Xiurn City to command?"

"If you want to go, you will go!" Ranmarok pushed Dahal away, picked up his iron-tired bow, and shook the snow and frost on it, "Do you think I can run like this?" ”

Dahar and the heralds rushed along the city walls in the direction of the two urn cities to the east and west. Ranmarok turned his head to look out of the city, the first wave of gray tide had already crossed the thunder pool of seven hundred paces, and the group of black-armored heretical warriors were wrapped in the gray wave, and they were as dazzling as a reef.

Since it is piercing, it is good to grind it flat.

Ranmarok picked up a handful of snow from the battlements and threw it into the air: "The garrison obeys the order!" Preparation! ”

Three hundred and one pairs of eyes followed the path of the snow and dust in the wind, and at the same time the three hundred and one iron-tired bows were pulled apart, and the three hundred and one bowstrings on the three hundred and one arrow racks were extremely tight, and the three hundred and one wrists turned slightly. Unparalleled stresses converge along the bowstring from the inwardly curved ends of the bowarm, and are finally pinched at the tail end of the arrow by the iron-clad fingers.

The snow and dust drifted away, but the trail of the wind remained. Three hundred and one fierce eyes fell on those black-clothed warriors, as if the thunder of arbitration suddenly descended from the clouds to the heads of sinners!

"Put!"

Ranmarok shouted angrily and let go of his fingers.

A dense rain of arrows suddenly erupted over the North Urn City, and the garrison of Poimpur delivered the first heavy blow!

But with little success, the heretic forces halted their advance the moment they saw the rain of arrows coming. The crossbowmen in the back row squatted down quickly, and the samurai in the front row raised their large shields and leaned close together, shielding them from the rain of incoming arrows. After they were sure that there was no follow-up attack, they moved forward in formation again.

Ranmaroke was surprisingly calm at this moment, and from the moment the arrow was wound, he was no longer an irascible and irritable commander, but a focused and ruthless shooter. If one arrow misses, then another arrow comes, and it is an even more ruthless arrow.

"Change to 'Dragon Roar' and let them go four hundred steps." Ranmaroke's voice was loud, "I said ugly things in front, if anyone is lifted off the helmet, no matter whether your head case flies with it or not, don't mix under Lao Tzu in the future." ”

The new quiver was brought up, and unlike the previous quiver that was stuffed with ordinary feathered arrows, only a dozen or so arrows were exposed. Ranmarok pulled out an arrow, and the arrow, known as the Dragon's Roar, revealed its name-like beauty in the wind: a complete and fine piece of cast iron from the cluster to the shaft. The arrows are not traditional triangular clusters, but are polished into a smooth conical shape, and the shaft is hollowed out, showing a clear texture under direct light, and you can even see the thin and long tunnel connecting the various pores in the inner shaft. Just holding it in his hand, Ranmarok could clearly feel that the arrow had a tendency to move forward, and it seemed to slip out of his grasp at any moment and fly out on its own. What an amazing masterpiece! He praised from the bottom of his heart. These arrows were specially crafted for the Poimpur garrison by the blacksmith grandmasters of the Royal Academy, who had been immersed in the art of blacksmithing for half their lives, and used the Sarion Praetorian Guard, who defended the Silver Throne, as their imaginary enemies. Ranmaroke's punch was just a test before, and now he's going to put a finger on his fist.

These dragon roaring arrows are the spikes on the tiger.

The gray tide was only four hundred steps away from the North Urn City. The crossbowmen immediately attacked. The salvo of hundreds of siege crossbows was staggering, like a swarm of locusts rising from the ground. Ranmaroke did not evade, and after making sure that none of the locusts were flying towards his head, he remained motionless. Several crossbow arrows pierced Ranmaroke's heavy armor, and he could clearly feel the arrows piercing through the steel plates, chain mail, and leather armor one after another, and only after breaking through the layers of obstacles were they stuck by the close-fitting lined cotton armor. He secretly swallowed: Damn, the scholars of Wang Li Academy are rigorous, and if it is said that there is a fatal threat at three hundred and fifty steps, that is, three hundred and fifty steps.

But with the remaining fifty paces, he didn't plan to let this force pass.

"Ready." Ranmaroke put the arrow on the bowstring.

The iron-tired bow was fully opened, and the bitter wind poured into the holes of the dragon's roaring arrows, and flowed through the tunnel to the tail, where it made a "whining" sound when it was discharged. He watched coldly as the crossbowmen hid behind the shield again, the corners of their mouths teasing and cruelly curled.

"Put!" His roar was drowned out in a shrill whistling. The moment he let go of his finger, the tail of the dragon's roaring arrow brought out a white turbulence, as if it really turned into a wild dragon galloping and roaring. The other party also felt the extraordinary momentum of this arrow rain and lined up the formation a little closer.

Three hundred and one dragon roaring arrows plummeted into the black reef with white turbulence. After a moment of silence, the reef was torn apart. The black-clad samurai fell to the ground in different directions, his shattered organs wrapped in blood and bleeding out of his body in thread-like penetrating wounds. The shields looked like ornaments in front of the high-speed spinning conical arrows, and the dragon's roaring arrows pierced through the shields, through the shield-wielding samurai, through the crossbowmen behind the samurai, and finally into the snow. Ranmarok was a greedy man, and he risked putting this force within effective range of his siege crossbows. But this range is also the pinnacle of the penetration and lethality of the Dragon's Tooth Arrow. A volley, a heavy punch, and no one survived the black-clad troops. The black reef, which was so striking in the gray tide, was now lying in pieces on the blood-soaked snow.

At this time, the gray tide was less than two hundred steps away from the city wall of the North Urn City, and the footsteps were like a surging tide.

"Retreat." Ranmaroke put away his iron-tired bow, his arms aching, and his tendons seemed to be torn. Dragon's roaring arrows tear apart not only the bodies of enemies, but also bite the user hard when they are off the string. "Replace them with ordinary feather arrows and put them up to fight."

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