It took more than two hours to push the wheel to a position 150 meters away from the orc stronghold according to the horse, and pile sandbags to improve defense. This care is to protect the back two trebuchets that are the center of gravity of the attack.
Waiting for all the defenses to be arranged is equivalent to abolishing the heavy crossbow on the wall of the orc stronghold. The untouchables who control the trebuchet can stay at ease behind the horse wall and work.
The light counterweight catapult, which is more than three meters high and has a swing arm of five or six meters long, uses the leverage effect to throw about five kilograms of stones. Wilson, the craftsman president of Coldwind City, was responsible for creating this thing, and now he is also in charge of the attack.
The trebuchet is easy to say, the key is that the thrown stones are picked up casually, and the weights are not consistent. The precision of this throw is a metaphysics. Wilson can only classify roughly the same stones and then test fire them.
The first test shot was quite accurate, and it fell directly into the orc stronghold. Then a few more stones were fired, and the drop points were deviated, but the damage caused was basically zero. This is a far cry from the expected devastating battle situation!
The chiefs and armed attendants onlookers were refreshed. According to this style of play, not to mention the capture of the orc stronghold in one day, it will not be able to be defeated in ten days. By then, Schroeder in the stronghold can build a house with the stones thrown in.
When everyone's emotions fluctuated, Wilson, who was in charge of the trebuchet, finally had a more accurate grasp of the weights and stones of different weights. He waved to the servant behind him, "Bring up Old Borg's jar."
Upon hearing the old Borg's jar, the atmosphere in the trebuchet position suddenly became tense.
The servant who was assigned to pick up the jar turned pale instantly, and ran tremblingly more than 20 meters away, holding a clay jar tied with twine from a carriage.
The loops of hemp rope are to prevent the clay pot from rupturing due to bumps during transportation. But because of this, the servant holding the clay pot felt that his hands weighed more than a thousand jin, and he was sweating profusely without taking a few steps.
"Damn, I asked you to be careful, not to make you scared to walk."
The servant who carried the clay pot had white fingers, and Wilson knew that these idiots were being stupid. He hurriedly stepped forward to take the clay pot and carefully put it into the pocket of a trebuchet.
Near the trebuchet, everyone's eyes were on the humble clay pot.
After adjusting the counterweight of the catapult, Wilson personally stepped on the launch pedal. The counterweight of hundreds of kilograms falls from a high point centered on the circular axis of the beam frame. The potential energy is transformed into kinetic energy, and the swinging arm on the other end violently rises under the action of the lever moment.
The pocket net hung on the swing arm drew an arc, throwing the clay pot inside.
The earthenware pot tied with hemp rope rolled in the air with the whistling wind and flew over a distance of more than 100 meters. A few seconds later, it snapped and fell behind the wall of the orc stronghold and fell to pieces.
The barbarians in the stronghold suffered several rounds of stone bullets, although they were very suffocated behind the crenellation, they were safe. At most, some houses were smashed and damaged, which is nothing.
This time, another black stone was thrown from the other side. Schroeder and the others leaned on the crenel to chat nonchalantly, joked and laughed in pain when they heard a broken sound, and talked about waiting for the choppy outside to take their own way. How to retaliate severely afterwards.
But within a short while, an extremely foul smell diffused.
Schroeder didn't know what new jokes he said, and he and his subordinates were breathing in with their mouths open, all of them laughing. But suddenly, taking a breath into the lungs, everyone's complexion changed drastically, and they quickly covered their mouths and noses, trying to exhale the breath they had just inhaled.
But after many barbarians exhaled, they breathed again, and suddenly felt dizzy.
Stink, it's so stink!
This stench makes people sweat straight after only inhaling a little, and their face turns pale.
The stench dissipated, and the barbarians in the orc stronghold immediately ran around and fled in embarrassment like a mouse found in the lair.
Even Schroeder himself screamed and suffocated quickly. He didn't have the mind to tell jokes anymore, he kept running around and couldn't bear the stinking attack, so he wanted to find a place with fresh air to hide.
At this time, there was another cry from the sky, and I heard something shattering.
Schroeder saw clearly this time that what was thrown in was a clay pot, and a shit-yellow gas appeared after it was broken. It's this thing, it's so stinking!
Wow yeah yeah...
People can skip meals, drink water, sleep, poop, or pee. You can't help but breathe!
The barbarians in the orc stronghold were forced by the smell to have nowhere to escape. He took a breath, his internal organs were tumbling, as if he had been in hell for ten years, life was lost! They had been hiding well, but they all jumped up, being forced by the smell to have nowhere to escape.
Some people were screaming and screaming, and some were blushing with suffocation. Some people wanted to dig a hole in the ground amidst the stench, and some people had nowhere to escape and simply jumped into the well in the settlement.
The stronghold quickly became stinky everywhere, and the barbarians couldn't stay longer, so they escaped by jumping over the wall. Most of them had weak hands and feet, and ran away in a hurry without even carrying weapons. They just wanted to change a place to catch their breath, otherwise they would lose their faces and eyes and life if they sucked it down.
The stench drifted away with the wind, and even the side of Zhou Qingfeng could smell it three hundred meters away. For example, Fei Zhe and the others only smelled that little bit, and their expressions immediately changed. They did not dare to say two tremors, but they were also afraid.
Looking at the orc stronghold barbarians who escaped in embarrassment, the big guys are sympathetic-the dwarf witch doctor old Borg doesn't know what the hell is going on, how can he make such terrible things
I don't know when, Zhou Qingfeng also clutched his nose and urged to come right away. He ordered in a deep voice, "What are you doing in a daze? The enemy has collapsed. Blow the trumpet, and everyone will be dispatched to catch people. The enemy has become soft-footed at this moment."
When Fei Zhe and others heard it, they were delighted. They have lived and died in the Black Forest for so many years, and they have experienced hard battles, but today is the easiest time.
The sturdy wall didn't play any role, and a few smelly jars let the savage minds and stone-hard minds run out by themselves.
Fei Zhe raised his whip and shouted to his subordinates and armed attendants: "Follow me and catch those barbarians. See how fast they run, you must be happy today."
This voice made everyone laugh, but after a few laughs, they shut up. The stench wafting from the direction of the camp became stronger and stronger, and some people in the orc stronghold were even fainted. Fei Zhe and others felt great discomfort.
Schroeder was furious with the smell, but he also escaped, running around like a headless fly. He didn't have time to curse the crap that threw the stinky bombs at his site, he just wanted to find a place to breathe some fresh air quickly, and even wanted to take out his lungs to dry.
It's too smelly!
Super invincible smell!
When his eyes were so stinking as gold stars, Schroeder heard the hooves of horses approaching, his arms and body were tight, a noose fell on him, and he was dragged to him. He wanted to struggle quickly, but he sucked in a bad breath and his strength was greatly reduced and he was unable to resist.
The noose tightened and Schroeder's body became unstable, and he was dragged away on the ground like a dead dog.
After dragging for about two hundred meters, someone yelled triumphantly: "Your Excellency Hugo, I am very honored to introduce to you that the leader of the orc stronghold has been captured by me."
After being delayed for a while, Schroeder felt that the air he was breathing was much better. He gradually recovered a bit of strength again, and his two arms wanted to break free. In the end, he heard a few bursts of shouts, plus a series of clangs of swords being unsheathed.
Many people are shouting angrily, "Despicable human traitor Schroeder, even with your little power, you dare to resist. In front of the great Lord Hugo, your insignificance is like fireflies and dust, except for surrendering you. No choice."
Schroeder was like a trapped beast. After panting, he raised his head and roared angrily: "I am a powerful Schroeder, an invincible Schroeder. You can kill me, don't want me to surrender!"
Among the crowds around, the crowd was very vigorous, but their eyes were contemptuous-what else is terrible about a person who has been defeated by a foul
There was a young young man in the crowd. He was covering his mouth and nose and looking at the leader of the barbarian, waving his hand in disgust and saying, "Go and give him a bath, especially brushing his teeth. It smells too bad. I hate unsanitary things the most. people."