It took more than two hours to push the wheeled horse to a position of 150 meters outside the Tyrant Village, and sandbags were piled up to improve the defense. This care is taken to protect the first two trebuchets that are the center of gravity of the attack.

Waiting for all the defenses to be laid out is equivalent to abolishing the heavy crossbow on the wall of the Rat Village. The untouchables who operate the trebuchets can stay behind the wall and work in peace.

The light counterweight trebuchet, more than three meters high and five or six meters long with an arm swing, uses the leverage effect to throw about five kilograms of stones. Wilson, the Craftsman Guild of Coldwind City, was in charge of creating this thing, and now he is also in charge of the attack.

The trebuchet is easy to say, the key is that the stones thrown are picked up casually, and the weight is not consistent. The accuracy of this is a metaphysics. Wilson could only classify roughly the same stones and then conduct a test shot.

The first test shot was quite accurate, and it fell directly into the interior of the Rat Village. A few more stones were fired, each with a deviation in their landing spots, but the damage caused was almost zero.

This is a far cry from the expected situation!

The leaders of the onlookers and the armed attendants were a little cold. According to this style of play, let alone conquering the Rat Village in one day, it will not be able to defeat it in ten days. By then, the Schroeder chieftain in the village would be able to build a house with the stones thrown into it.

Just when everyone's emotions were fluctuating, Wilson, who was in charge of the trebuchet, finally had a more accurate grasp of the different weights of counterweights and stones. He waved his hand to the servant behind him, "Pick up Old Borg's jar." ”

As soon as he heard the old Borg's jar, the atmosphere in the trebuchet position suddenly became tense.

The servant who had been assigned to fetch the jar turned pale in an instant, and ran more than twenty meters away tremblingly, carrying a clay pot tied with hemp rope from a carriage.

The circle of hemp rope is to prevent the clay pot from breaking due to bumps during transportation. But it was like this, the servant holding the clay pot felt that his hands weighed more than a thousand catties, and he was sweating profusely and weak after taking a few steps.

"Damn, I'm telling you to be careful, it's not that you're scared and can't walk."

Seeing the white fingers of the servants carrying the clay pots, Wilson knew that these fools were making a fool. He hurriedly stepped forward and took the clay pot and put it in the net of a trebuchet.

Near the trebuchet, all eyes were on the inconspicuous clay pot.

After adjusting the trebuchet's counterweight, Wilson personally stepped on the launch pedal. Hundreds of kilograms of counterweights are centered on the round axis of the beam frame and fall from a high point. The potential energy is converted into kinetic energy, and the throwing arm at the other end is violently upturned under the action of the lever moment.

The net hanging from the flicking arm drew an arc and threw out the clay pot inside.

The clay pot tied with hemp rope rolled in the air with the whirring sound of the wind, flew over a distance of more than 100 meters, and after a few seconds, it snapped and landed behind the wall of the Violent Rat Village, and fell to pieces.

The barbarians in the village had already suffered several rounds of stone bullets, and although they were holding their breath behind the battlements, they were also unharmed. At most, some houses in the village were smashed and damaged, and it was nothing.

This time, a black 'stone' was thrown on the other side, and Schroeder and the others chatted nonchalantly against the battlement, laughing bitterly when they heard the sound of breaking, and talked about how to take revenge after waiting for those miscellaneous pieces outside to take care of themselves.

But after a while, an extremely foul smell spread.

Schroeder didn't know what new joke he was telling, and he and his men were opening their mouths to inhale, laughing one by one. But suddenly inhaled into the lungs, everyone's faces changed greatly, and they hurriedly covered their mouths and noses, just wanting to spit out the breath they had just inhaled.

But many barbarians breathed in again after exhaling, and suddenly felt dizzy.

It stinks, it stinks!

This stench makes people break out in a cold sweat and turn white when they just breathe in a little.

The stench dissipated, and the people in the Rat Village immediately ran around like rats that had been found in their nests.

Even Schroeder himself screamed and quickly held his breath. He didn't have the heart to tell jokes anymore, he ran around all the time, and he couldn't stand the attack of the smell, so he wanted to find a place with fresh air to hide.

Then there was another cry in the air, and it sounded like something was shattering.

Schroeder saw clearly this time that it was a clay pot that was thrown in, and after it was broken, a yellow gas came out. That's it, it stinks!

Wow yes yes ......

You can skip eating, drinking, sleeping, pooping, and peeing, you can't breathe!

The barbarians of the Rat Village were originally hiding well, but they all jumped up, forced by the stench and had nowhere to escape. Take a breath, all the internal organs are churning, it's like staying in hell for ten years, it's a long life!

Some people were screaming from the smoke, and some people were holding their breath and their faces were flushed. Some people can't wait to dig a hole in the ground because of the stench, and some people have nowhere to escape and simply jump into the village well.

Soon the village was full of stench, and the barbarians could not stay any longer, so they escaped by climbing over the wall on their own. They were basically smoked with weak hands and feet, and they fled in a hurry without even bringing weapons, just hoping to change places to catch their breath, otherwise if they sucked again, their faces and green eyes would be gone.

The stench drifted away with the wind, and even Zhou Qingfeng's side could smell it more than a hundred meters away. If Fei Zhe and the others only smelled a little bit, their expressions immediately changed greatly, and they didn't dare to say that they trembled, but they were also afraid.

Looking at the barbarians of the Rat Village who escaped in embarrassment, the big guys were sympathetic - the dwarf witch doctor Old Borg didn't know what the hell was going on, how did he make such a terrible thing?

I don't know when, Zhou Qingfeng also covered his nose and came up immediately. He ordered in a deep voice: "What are you doing in a daze? The enemy has collapsed. Blow the trumpet, go out and arrest people. Tossing all morning for this moment, the enemy has become a soft-footed shrimp. ”

When Fei Zhe and the others heard this, their hearts suddenly rejoiced. They have been fighting life and death in the Black Forest for so many years, and they have experienced all kinds of hard battles, but today is the easiest one.

The strong walls didn't do anything, and a few stinking canisters allowed the brutes with their brains as hard as stone to escape.

Fei Zhe raised his horsewhip and shouted to his subordinates and armed attendants: "Follow me and go and catch those barbarians." Look at how fast they run, and they're going to have a great day. ”

This voice made everyone laugh, but after a few laughs, they all shut up. The stench wafting from the direction of the village became stronger and stronger, and some people in the Violent Rat Village were even fainted. Fei Zhe and the others all felt extremely uncomfortable.

Schroeder was furious by the stench, but he also escaped, running like a headless fly. He didn't even have time to curse at the debris that had thrown the bombs at his village, he just wanted to find a place to get some fresh air, and even to take his lungs out to dry.

It stinks!

Super invincible smell!

When his eyes were so stinky, Schroeder felt his arms and body tighten, and a rope fell on him, dragging him to him. He hurriedly wanted to struggle, but the smell of his stomach caused his strength to be greatly reduced, and he was powerless to resist.

The noose was tight, Schroeder was unstable, and he was dragged on the ground like a dead dog.

After dragging for about two hundred meters, I heard someone shouting proudly: "Your Excellency Hugo, I am very honored to introduce to you that the leader of the Violent Rat Village has been captured by me." ”

After being dragged for a while, Schroeder felt that the air he breathed was much better. He gradually regained some strength, and his two arms were trying to break free. As a result, I heard several loud cheers, plus a series of swords out of their sheaths.

Many people were shouting angrily, "Despicable human traitor Schroeder, with your little strength, you dare to resist." In front of the great Hugo, you are as small as a tiny dust, and you have no choice but to surrender. ”

Schroeder was like a trapped beast, raised his head after panting, and roared angrily: "I am the mighty Schroeder, the invincible Schroeder." You can kill me, don't try to make me surrender! ”

In the crowd around them, everyone was imposing, but their eyes were all disdainful - what was there to be afraid of a person who was defeated by the stench?

I saw a young boy in the crowd, who was covering his mouth and nose and looking at the leader of the barbarians, waved his hand in disgust and said, "Go and give him a bath, especially brush his teeth, it's really smelly." I hate people who don't care about hygiene the most. ”