It has to be said that many simple physical reactions in life may exert amazing power after being enlarged in volume and scale.

The most typical is the tsunami, what a terrible natural disaster! Anyone who hears its "Ding Ding Da Ming" will shake (shēn). The waves of more than ten meters high are enough to collapse and destroy high-rise buildings, and turn a modern city into a mess. In the aftermath of a tsunami, tens or hundreds of thousands of people could be displaced, without food and clothing.

However, the principle of tsunami generation is simply outrageous: when you enjoy a bath in the bathtub, do you use your hands to push the waves? The sea is like a large bathtub, when there is an earthquake or volcanic eruption in the deep sea, it is equivalent to a big hand stirring the "bathtub", and the waves are known as a tsunami.

You know? The cause of the tsunami that exterminated the dinosaurs was nothing more than a "pebble" that fell in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, which was certainly not small, about two kilometers in diameter. However, as the saying goes, "one stone stirs up a thousand waves", causing "ripples" throughout the Pacific Ocean. Of course, at this scale, we usually don't care if it's called a ripple, it's a tsunami!

And the same is true of Roman ballistas, everyone must have played with slingshots, right? It is used to hit birds, and generally speaking, if it is hit by a stone from a slingshot (shè), as long as it does not hit the eyeball, it will basically not cause fatal injuries. However, bruises and purple in the corresponding parts are indispensable, because the slingshot is only a small pebble.

But have you ever thought about magnifying a slingshot ten, twenty times, and sending a shot put, a basketball-sized stone projectile? It's called a ballista!

Of course, if you want a slingshot to shoot a shot put-sized stone projectile, this giant slingshot must be at least two meters high! And this size is not something that ordinary people can pull and move, and even if they pull, they can't aim. Therefore, we need to rely on the help of mechanical principles, so that machinery can help us to wind, save effort, and aim, so the ballista was born.

At this time, in the bright morning sunshine, under the mansion of the lord of Ganquan Village, the white castle.

Count Sāo's men were adjusting their ballistas for aim, turning the winch with difficulty to wind it up, and then placing the stone projectiles into the bucket.

"发 (shè)!" Count Sāo had a sense of confidence in his Roman ballista, and after loading and preparing, Count Sāo came to the front of the battle proudly and waved his sword triumphantly.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~" As the taut bowstring was released, the stone bullets in the bucket were bounced out during the restoration of the bowstring, and the three stone bullets whistled in the wind, heading straight towards the city.

"Hahaha, this time I see if you're afraid!" Count Sāo thought proudly in his heart, his eyes were full of pride, his confidence in the ballista was not for nothing, this is a secret craft handed down from ancient Rome, when the Romans relied on ballistas to conquer many fortified castles, a small city with a two-meter-high outer wall, it was not even an appetizer.

But when he watched with expectant eyes the stone projectile that carried all his hopes fly towards the city, his face gradually froze, from triumph to surprise to frustration. What did he see that caused his watch (qíng) to make such a rollercoaster change in just a few seconds?

I saw that the Devil Terminators seemed to be catchers in a baseball game (a person with a leather hand (tào) to catch the ball, in Doraemon, the protagonists often play baseball), and the wind and clouds calmly caught the stone bullet thrown by the ballista (shè) with one hand, and then played with it like a basketball superstar, and even put the stone bullet on the index finger to play it, just like playing basketball!

Count Na (sāo) was so shocked that he thought to his heart: "I'll go, and I'll take this with you?" This Nima is a lethal weapon, stone bullets, stone bullets, you know? It was a whole round and heavy stone weighing at least a dozen pounds! It's not fucking basketball, you guys are so good (bī), why don't you play in the NBA? ”

Even Han Xing couldn't help but laugh, and the entire battlefield was strangely still for a few seconds, unlike the stunned Na (sāo) army, Han Xing directly leaned forward and laughed, "Hahaha, Lord Na (sāo), are you afraid that I will be bored, so you specially gave me a few balls to play?" Thank you! This is what you call a catapult? The legendary siege machine that destroyed the world? I'm so scared! Can this thing kill people too? It's almost the same to laugh to death, hahaha~ What the hell did you get this from? Is there a recycling station? ”

"You, you, you!" The Earl of Na (sāo) was so angry that his face turned blue, and the dignified ballista, the legendary big killer, was actually played as a basketball by the other party.

"Thousands of miles to send goose feathers, etiquette light (qíng) is heavy, don't say I don't know how to count etiquette. Come, let's give him back what Count Sāo has given him! Han Xing said in a high-sounding voice, and as soon as Han Xing's words fell, the three devil terminators put on a toned pose that could be called an ancient Greek sculpture, showing off their strong muscles (ròu) at the same time, and threw the stone bullet back towards the sāo army.

For a moment, the Na (sāo) army immediately boiled, the crisp sound of bones breaking and tendons was mixed with the neighing and screams of men and horses, it was simply wave after wave, and the entire array of the Na (sāo) army seemed to be boiling, and fell into chaos.

"My Earl, you can continue to fire (shè) stone bullets, but I can ask for my personal honor to guarantee that only your own people will be injured by these stone bullets in the end!" Han Xingzhi lazily leaned the upper half (shēn) on the low wall, looking at the chaotic array of Na (sāo) troops below with great interest, and said with a playful face.

At this time, Count Sāo had nothing to say, and he must have already cursed in his heart, "What kind of demon is this?" Nima, you can even catch the stone bullets fired by the ballista (shè) with your bare hands, you are so cranky, why don't you go to the talent show? Next time, are you going to carry a nuclear bomb for me? ”

"Hmph~ It's you (bī) mine, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!" Count Na (Sāo) snorted coldly, and then shouted to the rear, "Master Hosenstein, please play!" ”

I saw a bald man riding a thin horse behind him, his face was pale, and his face was depicted with strange patterns in black oil paint, he was wearing a black robe, dressed like Immorton, and even his temperament was very different. But his face was paler than Immorton's, whose face had a bloody red glow, and his face was pale as much as a zombie or a vampire.

A pair of blue eyes in the eye sockets looked at the wolf, and could not find the slightest warmth, as if it was as cold as frost that could not be dissolved, and there was an evil and indifferent cold light shining in it. If Immorton's eyes still contain a human (qíng) sense, then this guy doesn't look like a human being anymore, but a cold walking corpse (ròu). His (shēn) temperament is more like that of "Lord Voldemort" who can't be named.

At the first glance of this cold guy, Han Xing felt a piercing chill rising from his back and rushing straight to the heavenly spirit, which came from the fact that he (shēn) was an evolution of the T-virus, and it was a deep sense of fear for the natural perception of danger.

However, Han Xing still forced his composure and said mockingly: "According to my previous experience, this can't be a clown, right?" Count Sāo, are you going to laugh me to death? "This guy has deep eyeliner and black paint on his face, and he really looks like a clown.

"I'm not a clown, Oriental, you dare to talk to me like this in such a tone, great, Master Hosenstein, I'll make your death ugly!" The bald man spoke, his voice sounding strange, cold and hoarse, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out letters, and as if it had its own echo, extremely penetrating.

"Oriental monkey, you are dead! Master Hosenstein is a master I have hired with a lot of money, and if you dare to talk to him like this, you don't even know how to die! Count Na (sāo) laughed and mocked.

However, his help was obviously not appreciated by Master Hosenstein, who looked back at him coldly and said, "Lord Sāo, the 1,000 gold coins you should pay cannot be less!" ”

I saw that Master Hosenstein, who had a miserable white bald head, like a clown version of Voldemort, struck the ground a few times with the black staff in his hand, and a blue-white glow spread out in all directions like frost, and in just a dozen seconds, hundreds of meters of open space under the city were covered.

I saw that the ground began to tremble slightly, and there were bulges one after another, and then one by one the miserable white skulls emerged from the dirt, followed by the defeated skeleton without a trace of blood (ròu), and in his hand he held a rusted sword, and it was - skeleton soldiers!

"Cut, it's a necromancer, why are you pretending to be bī like this? Lao Tzu thought you were going to put a curse, which scared me! Han Xing saw that he had abolished such a big Zhou Zhang, and finally summoned hundreds of skeleton soldiers, and immediately smiled unkindly.

When he saw the blue-white light covering the ground, Han Xing thought that this guy was an ice mage, and almost thought that he was going to put a spell like "Frozen Ten Thousand Miles" (jìn) to freeze himself and others in the city into popsicles! Seeing the trembling ground, Han Xing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and thought, "Could this guy be the legendary double cultivation of ice and earth?" Could it be that he was going to cause an earthquake? Or will there be unguardable ice thorns on the ground? Frightened, Han Xingdu had already planned to turn (shēn) and run away, but found that he was so tall in the battle that he finally summoned hundreds of skeleton soldiers.

"Count Sāo, are you embarrassed to call me a heretic? Look, who is this person next to you (shēn)? O legendary necromancer! Is it not the greatest sin in the Catholic philosophy to disturb the rest of the dead? Such a person is going to be burned at the stake, right? Han Xing immediately pulled up the tiger skin of Catholicism as a banner and retorted.

"Scared? I'm telling you, you're going to die! Wait to be drowned in the Sea of Skulls! Count Na (sāo) pointed at Han Xing's nose with an arrogant face, and then changed his flattering face to Hostenstein's ** master and said: "** teacher, you see, this kid doesn't know whether he lives or dies, you let him taste your power!" ”

I saw Master Hosenstein raise the black staff in his hand high, and then pointed at Han Xing at the head of the city, this army of skeletons that numbered up to hundreds of people and was still growing, set up the ladder provided by the Sāo army, howling and attacking towards the white castle.