Knight of the Light

On the fence, McCann saw two trebuchets that had been brought up. He had seen that the powerful stones in the toy test could be thrown 300 meters away. However, to get a good aim, you need to get closer to 200 meters away.

This distance, the heavy crossbow on the fence can also play a bit. Anyway, don't let the artisan who launch the stone be too crazy.

As to whether the Rat Rat Village can last for two days, McCann felt that it should be fine. The village was besieged by violent animals many times that year, and the walls were very strong, tall and thick. It can't be easily destroyed by hitting the trebuchet alone.

As long as the fence is there, the unrequited debris outside the wall will not dare to approach it easily. At most, they are afraid to launch an attack at night, but the Mouse Village is a barbarian. The worse the casualties, the stronger their fighting spirit.

Besides, the debris outside the wall may not dare to desperately.

As long as it can last for two days, McCann feels that the church leaders in the stucco village will definitely not sit idly by and will send reinforcements.

Like McCann, the barbarians of the Mouse Rat Village climbed up to the fence and shrank behind the dugout to look out. They saw the enemy sending out some scattered soldiers to monitor the two wings of the village, and they also saw the enemy coming forward to set up horses.

"The guy's horse looks strange." Chief Schroeder said to himself uncomfortably.

According to the horse, simply using a few pieces of wood to make a stubble to prevent the enemy's rapid assault, nothing technical. However, in the view of the Rat Rat Village, the miscellaneous data on the outside immediately pressed the wheels, and they were also equipped with thick wooden boards as shields.

Three or five handymen pushed the rough wheeled horses, slowly approaching to a position less than two hundred meters from the fence. At this distance, the large crossbow on the fence can already shoot.

"Shoot a wave." Schroeder immediately ordered that, although he had confidence in his own wall, he did not want the enemy's horse to get too close to himself.

Compared to the light crossbow held, the heavy crossbow on the fence is a big, bulky guy. The weight of hundreds of kilograms, the semi-fixed arrangement, and the torsion springs made by the monster tendons are just in exchange for ultra-long range and powerful power.

There were two heavy crossbows on the front of the village. They were fired immediately after receiving orders. The thick-armed crossbow with a sharp whistling, flew towards the approaching wheeled horse.

A distance of more than a hundred meters flew by, and the hit was quite accurate, and the metal Yatoya pierced through the thick wooden board in front of the horse and pierced it.

Suddenly, the crossbow drilled out half frightened the horseman's miscellaneous servant, and immediately turned around without obeying the command. Several armed attendants in the back of the battle lashed out and tried to drive the general service back. Just the second wave of crossbow flew over again

Crossbow didn't hit the horse, but flew over the head of an armed attendant, sitting on the ground with a horrified ass, and incontinence on the spot.

Hahaha

There were gigantic laughter on the wall of the rat village. Although far away, the barbarians behind the dugout still saw the figures running around like cockroaches, and the original nervousness relaxed.

Those clutter coming from the outside looked so crowded, but that's it.

The handyman who can push the horse quickly returned, because they found that the horse they pushed was clunky, defensive and reliable. Although the heavy crossbow of the Mouse Rat Village shot through the thick wooden bezel of the wheeled horse, it did not hurt itself.

So six or seven rough horses were pushed to a position 150 meters from the fence. This distance is simply a kind of provocation, not to take seriously the people in the Mole Village.

"Schroder leader, let's rush out and kill a wave. The clutter outside is so hateful, I can smell the stinks on them." Several barbarian backbones in the village rushed to fight for the ax Those according to horses.

"No, there are too many enemies. If you go out, you will die." Schroeder snorted and refused flatly: "Stabilize, we can win!"

Wheeled horses were put in place, and handyman laborers transported sacks filled with sand one by one by hand to build the horses more securely. This process was protected by dozens of adventurer masters and armed attendants.

Waiting for the fortifications, the time has passed two hours. Both sides seemed to be patient, a stubborn, a slow preparation.

Zhou Qingfeng placed his command by the woods 300 meters away from the Rat Rat Village. The communication class he set up was running around to ensure that everyone involved in the battle knew their current situation and their responsibilities. .

The handyman who carried the horse and the sandbag was Zhou Qingfeng's men. They took turns playing, and returned to the makeshift camp with a mouthful of hot water, a bite of bread, and a short break after each mission. This allows them to maintain their morale and work continuously.

This way of fighting is really strange. Fei Zhe of Ironforge Village is responsible for protecting these workers. He and his armed attendants are very puzzled. A servant whispered in a low voice: "The dalits can still work, rest, and have food to eat."

Fei Zhe attacked other villages in the past by blocking his doorstep with armed servants and a group of slave-like slaves, riding Ma Yaowu's power and provoking. If the opponent can't stand it, they will fight.

Is the role of the pariah? The basic thing is to shake the flag and be a coolie afterwards, nothing else can be done.

Under the command of Uncle Zhou, it was the masters who watched the battle. A bunch of pariahs have become the main force, and they have food and drink. Not to mention that Fei Zhe is extremely unsuited, and the leaders of other villages are not adapted.

However, it seems that this arrangement is not wrong. The masters who participated in the battle did not even need to sweat, and only saw that a defensive line had been constructed according to the horse, and the two trebuchets were put on the field and began to unfold.

At this time there were only one or two hours left at noon.

The fighting atmosphere was not intense at all, and many armed attendants ran back and forth on horseback, as if leisurely outing.

Schroeder on the fence also felt suffocated. He also thought that the incoming debris would directly impact his own fence without brains, just like those violent animals in the past, blocked under the fence and subject to various humanities on the wall massacre.

It's best to have a strong man on the wall, to kill a few barbarians in the village, and no one can match. So Uncle Schroder stepped forward and turned the tide when everyone was scared, chopped down the strong enemy under the axe, and rescued the village again.

This battle is perfect!

But the group of clutter outside the fence today don't play this set. Schroeder could only keep telling jokes to his men to stop being bored. The rookie commanded the battle to be so boring. For a long time, he would not die, and he could not even see the blood.

Hahaha

Then the wall laughed again.

But there were only so many jokes that Schroeder understood, and they talked too many times, and the laughter under his hands was perfunctory. When he heard it, it was a smirk. Wait, wait, half a day has passed. Suddenly I heard a boom from outside the fence, as if something was rolling.

Schroeder quickly looked up and saw that the enemy had set up a trebuchet behind the wall. The weight of the trebuchet sinks, the arm is lifted, and a stone in the net is thrown up high, over a distance of more than one hundred meters

Hu Hu fell behind the wall in the Rat Rat Village.

The stones carried a lot of kinetic energy, and the cracked ground became shattered. The splashing gravel crackled and fluttered, causing a chaotic noise on the buildings in the village. This blow is not small, it really has to be immortal and disabled.

The barbarians at the wall were a little scared, but Schroder laughed out loud: "Look, I'll say that the trebuchet is not right, it won't hurt us half a hair. Hold on, we can win!"