Boom, boom, boom! The stones thundered and exploded, and large and small rubble burst out of the smoke of gunpowder, rushing towards the enemy with death.

Bah, Bah, Bah! Stones fell from the sky, smashing the bandits' heads with blood, or smashing on the ground with a muffled sound, stirring up a cloud of dirt.

A stone-throwing machine can throw something weighing forty or fifty pounds to a distance of seventy or eighty meters, and the stone projectile used as a stone projectile does not exceed five catties at most, and the stone mine filled with gunpowder is only ten catties. In other words, a single projectile of a catapult is more than ten stone projectiles and at least five powder mines.

You know, there are eight stone throwers in the village, and only two of the four roofs are left. In order to win this battle at the lowest cost, Meng Jiucheng can be regarded as having his old roots.

Moreover, the fire speed of the trebuchet is faster than the loading of the breech gun, pull down the pin, fix the iron hook, load the ammunition, or ignite first, or smash the iron hook and fire directly. However, after an interval of twenty or thirty seconds, it can be launched again.

The entrance to the village was shrouded in chaos, and the unsuspecting bandits were stoned to death, wounded, blown up, and those who survived were terrified, screaming and running in terror amid the choking smoke and raised dirt.

Meng Jiucheng had already gotten off the big tree and came to the entrance of the village to command.

This round of wanton and indiscriminate bombing is incomparable with later generations, but the victory is sudden, and the victory is that the enemy has never seen it. The bandits who attacked the entrance of the village had been repulsed, or rather scared away. Now, it's time for the crossbowmen to do their job.

More than 50 crossbowmen were brought up, directly out of the manipulator wall, lined up in formation, and fired fiercely at the bandits who were running and screaming in the smoke and dust dozens of meters away.

Du Qi was already completely stupid, his mouth was so fixed that his disgusting saliva hung down.

Mr. Qin was dumbfounded, the fan in his hand fixed in mid-air, his eyes stunned like a wood carved clay sculpture.

The howling bandits kept fleeing, the wounded screamed, and the lucky ones scattered, most of them not only lost their weapons, but also lost the will to fight.

Time seemed to stop, and the attacks of the catapult seemed endless, but the smoke and dust continued to disperse. Powder mines don't have to be used too much, just mix them with stone bullets to cause a huge shock.

With a sound of a horn, the stone thrower gradually stopped firing, the smoke and dust dispersed faster, and the scene became clearer and clearer.

Most of the sharp wooden stakes and deer barricades at the entrance of the village were destroyed, but more were corpses lying on the ground, wounded soldiers, and large and small stones.

Soldiers from the village marched out in formation. The shields were made of planks, the weapons were haphazard, and the clothes were of all kinds, except for two or three who wore armor and helmets. When each soldier wore a bright red scarf around his neck, it was so eye-catching and dazzling that it stabbed the eyes of Du Qi and the others.

Phew, Du Qi tightened the reins, soothing the restless horses. Ma was like this, and his heart was also shocked, and his head was in chaos.

This is the rabble he imagined, this is the fool and the people he wants to defeat and kill with one blow?

Mr. Qin's throat let out a gurgling sound, and his eyes rounded, and he seemed to have regained some intelligence.

"Du Qi, this is your burial place." Meng Jiucheng took the horse brought by the soldiers, turned over, and shouted: "Knife and axe hand, cut down all the bandits who are panting on the ground." ”

Where is there a knife and axe hand who specializes in beheading, Meng Jiucheng just said this casually, but he didn't expect that someone would really come forward. It was the guy with an axe in his waist, and there were sixty or seventy migrant workers who volunteered to stay behind to help the war, and he was one of them, but he didn't know when he came to the front.

I saw this guy pull out the axe on his waist, and after a little observation, he went straight to a bandit who fell to the ground and was still snorting in pain. Screams rang out, and the bandit's head was split in half, and his brain splattered with blood.

Du Qi couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling a cool breeze blowing on his back, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Mighty, Wansheng!" There were too many stones on the ground, and Meng Jiucheng carefully controlled the horse in front of the formation, waving his spear one by one, signaling the soldiers to shout together.

"Mighty, Wansheng!"

"Mighty, Wansheng!"

"Mighty, Wansheng!"

shouted over and over again, at first it was chaotic, and then it was in unison, with high morale and loud sounds.

Wolf smoke rose in the village, and the black pillars that went straight to the sky could be seen within a radius of more than ten miles. This is the signal of the general attack, it is no longer important for the bandits to understand it, and the other two groups of men and horses will achieve their goal when they hear the order.

"Set off as a team and kill the bandits." To the south of the bridge, Mu Yi, who was hidden in the woods a few miles away, stood up, already neatly draped and waited for a long time.

"Assemble, go down the mountain and line up, and prepare to kill the thief." On the hillside, Mu Xiaowei put on a helmet, brandished a spear, and shouted loudly.

In front of the village, the stones were simply cleared, and several flatbed trucks were pushed out and stopped in front of the formation. Several stone throwers were also pushed out and placed behind the formation.

"Du Qi, rat generation, dare to fight?" Meng Jiucheng seemed to be waiting for the formation and clearing the obstacles, but he was delaying time, and the longer the bandits hesitated, the worse the defeat became.

"General, let's retreat first-" Qin Zi glanced at Du Qi again, and was so frightened by the iron blue on his face that he stopped talking.

Du Qi gritted his teeth, and was in a dilemma by Meng Jiucheng's words, and only shouted in a deep voice for a long time: "Line up to meet the enemy, Lao Tzu wants to kill them all." ”

Qin Zizhong looked left and right, and there were more than 100 people in the village before he was thrown into the village, and those who fled back were either injured or frightened. Those who remained also saw the effect of the catapult bombardment, and were greatly shocked, and the atmosphere of panic spread, and their morale was extremely low.

But Du Qi is reckless, although he is a little scheming, but in the end, he still has the habit of the rivers and lakes, and he is stimulated by the shouting and scolding, and he refuses to give up.

Sighing helplessly, Qin Zi's center of gravity was cast with an ominous shadow, and it was very heavy, and he only felt that today was more auspicious.

"Where did Wei San die?" Du Qi saw that his subordinates were a little hesitant and hesitant, and they hadn't finished the formation for a long time, so they couldn't help but shout and curse angrily.

"Return, return to the General." A bandit with a wound on his head and bleeding and a random bandage replied tremblingly, "General Wei seems to have died in battle!" ”

Du Qiyin's ruthless gaze fell on this mourning bandit, eager to kill him with a knife. The bandit felt a chill on his back and licked his lips.

Qin Zizhong felt that he had to suggest that he would be prosperous and lose both, after all, it was a gang, and it would not be good for him to really lose.

"General-" Qin Zi pointed to the opposite side and said, "I think I should retreat a little and then line up to meet the enemy, the enemy has trebuchets, if you push forward, you don't need to cross the spike area to attack our army." ”

Du Qi thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's true." And retreat a little bit, and when the enemy has no barrier and has no stable foothold, launch a fierce attack to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. ”