Five catapults, three were assembled.

At this point, the grenadiers had already launched the throw and could not wait any longer.

It wasn't even too late to test-fire.

However, after such a long time of actual combat and training, I know how far I can fight, at least I won't hurt my robe.

The hundred generals of the catapult who had completed the assembly were looking at Sima Shang.

Sima Shang's ammunition is a barrel of special qualities. The outlet of the barrel is topped with a hemp rope, on which several markings are made with dye. Indicates the burning time.

When the flame burns to the red mark, it must be launched, otherwise Zhao Jun, who is holding water next to him, must immediately extinguish the fire to prevent accidental injury.

Only a stoic person like Sima Shang could control such a catapult that could hurt him at any time.

Inside the barrels, there was oil, crushed stones, and even flour.

The flour has a larger contact surface with the air and is more powerful.

Sima Shang even enjoyed the disgusting smell of barbecue in the air, and then lit the fire rope towards his subordinates.

He saluted the bracket in the distance, and then swung his dagger and slashed the rope from the catapult's counterweight.

Rumble. When the counterweight hit the ground, a black light roared out.

Immediately, it exploded above the crossbowmen of the Qin army who were advancing with the chariot!

Fires and rubble flew.

The two black rays of light that accompanied it, after landing, also caused a lot of damage.

The fire oil that flowed out, when it met the flames, instantly became the god of death who demanded his life.

Some of the Qin army's armor was stained with fire oil, and they found that they could not be extinguished no matter what.

I want to take off my armor, but on the battlefield, how can it be so easy.

I could only roll on the ground screaming.

But he destroyed his formation, and was even trampled to death by the panicked war horse, or killed by his own hundred people drawing their swords.

Flames engulfed flesh, and a terrifying smell spread through the air.

Sima Shang still turned his back to the Qin army with disdain, as if there was no opponent other than Bai Qi who could make him face it.

He took out the dried meat from his robe, put it in his mouth, and savored it.

It is as if you are in a wine pond meat forest, and in front of you is a grill, with bamboo charcoal underneath and thin slices of meat cut on top.

The fat dripped along the lines of the plump flesh on the bamboo charcoal, making a sizzling sound and making the butter shiny.

The aroma is tangy.

Qin Jun twisted into the shape of a shrimp because of the pain, like the most beautiful dance.

The screams of the Qin army burning themselves were like the most beautiful music.

The surrounding Zhao Jun looked at the handsome Sima Shang, his eyes were full of awe.

Jade-faced Shura, became famous in a fight.

"Kill Qin Dog with me!" Li Yun's right forearm was finally covered with a shield.

Since the generals on the opposite side dare to charge the battle in person, then here in Zhao Jun, there are also generals who are not afraid of death!

When passing by Sima Shang, Li Yun tapped his shield with his sword to show his approval.

Subsequently, the right-wing Zhao army counterattacked on all fronts.

Li Yun only felt that he had stepped on something soft under his feet, and when he looked down, it was Qin Jun who had been burned all over his body, and some of the blisters had burst, and yellow liquid flowed out, which was disgusting.

He was a general of the Qin army.

Li Yun did not hesitate and stomped on his head.

Although his ancestors were Qin, now, he is Zhao Kuo's general.

The wind swept the clouds, and the right-wing Zhao Jun took the lead in entering the predetermined position.

On the left flank of the Zhao army, Lian Po, who brought together all the chariots of the Zhao army, was like water.

He is a veteran general, commanding chariots to repeatedly cut, detour, outflank, and handy.

But did not gain the upper hand.

The Qin general on the opposite side is Wang Di, the Wang Di who is rumored to have been beheaded by Zhao Kuo, the first to lead the army to attack Changping, kill Lian Po's subordinates, and occupy Kongcangling and the West Barrier.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

Wang Yi also held his breath and wanted to regain his glory.

Wang Yixin put the flag at the front, and he himself held a short sword.

He actually personally served as a military judge corps to supervise the Qin army's attack.

Therefore, in the case that the Zhao army had a chariot, the Qin army was still at an advantage.

The left flank was broken through in several places.

Lian Po was very anxious, he was already tidying up his clothes, ignoring the cracks on several wounds on his body, and was ready to go down desperately.

"The general sent all his own soldiers to support the left flank. The general said that General Lian was a treasure in the army, and he had wounds on his body, and he could not afford to lose, otherwise he would not be able to sleep well. "A lieutenant came in to report it.

Lian Po felt a little ashamed for a while, but he was a little moved.

Where the Qin people's soldiers were sharpest, a group of majestic soldiers with sledgehammers in their hands quickly entered the battlefield.

They were in groups of five, one with a hammer, two with shields, throwing axes, and two with swords and arrows in their hands.

Song Yi, the commander at the head, wearing heavy armor and holding a heavy hammer, rushed to the front.

In the absence of a chariot on the opposite side, the sledgehammer led by Song Yi is a nightmare for the infantry.

Unless the crossbow arrow pierces head-on, ordinary weapons will not be able to damage these Zhao troops, who are the most majestic and powerful.

Song Yi is under a lot of pressure now, because Zhao Kuo selected two hundred strong according to his appearance, and with the elite, he formed this sledgehammer.

He found that several of them were taller than him, stronger than him, and better than him at playing with a hammer.

How can you lose to your own men. His name was chosen by Zhao Kuo himself.

Therefore, every time he fought, Song Yi did not care about his life at all and rushed to the front.

Death always stays away from the bravest.

But Song Yi was impressed by him, and he changed dozens of robes for him to raise shields.

Because they always used their shields to block the crossbow arrows shot at Song Yi, they didn't care about themselves at all, and they were also exposed in front of the crossbow arrows.

Even sometimes, they will use their bodies as Song Yi's shield.

Their blood further stimulated the murderous nature in Song Yi's bones.

"Die!" Song Yi roared wildly, the sledgehammer in his hand flew up and down, and the Qin army in front of him flew around like a sack.

Brains, blood, and bile splashed all over him, making the white robe on his body colorful.

The armor on his body was also damaged in several places.

"Happy!" After driving away the Qin army on the opposite side, Song Yi took a spoon and took a spoonful of water from the wooden barrel and drank it with his head up.

Refreshing.

He just wanted to pour water from his head to relieve the heat, and wash away the blood stains on his armor by the way, but suddenly remembered that Zhao Kuo saw him do this last time, so he took off his clothes directly and had to change them for him.

It is said that he poured water on his head after sweating, although he relieved the heat, but his clothes were also soaked, and the cold entered the body, and the body could not stand it after a long time.

His own life already belongs to Zhao Kuo, so naturally he can't waste it like this.

So Song Yi took the sackcloth and was about to unload his armor and wipe it carefully, when he suddenly heard that another Zhao army's position nearby had been broken through.

The armor on his body was broken, and he didn't have time to replace it.

"Put on another piece of armor for Lao Tzu!" Song Yi shouted, picked up the sledgehammer, and walked away.

In one day and one night, Song Yi fought eight times in a row, put on five layers of armor, and interrupted three sledgehammers.

The left flank of the Zhao army arrived at the predetermined place.