As the heavy cavalry got closer, the academy still didn't show the response attitude it should have.
Qinglian is still standing there like a sculpture, her aura is enough, but one person, one sword and one armor can really stop this torrent of steel
A question mark slowly appeared on everyone's head.
Then it became an ellipsis, and finally an exclamation mark.
Yue Chen has already begun to play chess with Ji Zi. Although Yue Chen himself is a stinky chess basket, for those who are willing to play chess with himself, Yue Chen has always been a player.
The chess game was firmly controlled by Ji Zi from the beginning, Yue Chen was completely passively defending, and there was no possibility of responding.
In order to extend this game, but also to protect Yue Chen's fragile heart, Ji Zixing began to release water.
It is invisible to ordinary people who are able to release water from a master. His response is still very difficult, including Yue Chen, but he can always find a ray of life when he is about to die suddenly.
Tu Wanyue spread out a small table and began to write.
It's not about drawing runes, just simple writing.
It is a poem that Zhou Fei once read.
This poem has been liked by everyone in the academy since it was read once by the junior brother. The name of this poem is "Jiang Jinjiu".
I heard from the younger brother that this is a very powerful poet, written by Li Taibai, who is nicknamed Shixian.
Everyone in the academy felt that this Li Taibai must be a master of kendo, and he might be able to compete with Junior Master and Ye Xin in kendo.
It's a pity that he was born at a bad time and couldn't meet him.
Zhou Fei really couldn't bear to undermine the idea of Li Bai of the brothers and sisters.
Although he also wanted to make Li Bai a master of swordsmanship, but the other party's most famous addition to poems was drinking.
The fairy in the wine.
Starting from the first word of this poem, the momentum has been on the paper.
As Tu Wanyue wrote faster and faster, a thin page could no longer control the momentum of this poem, and the sword intent broke through the surface of the paper and pierced the sky.
The five hundred heavy cavalry who came galloping also felt this awe-inspiring sword intent. They immediately dispersed their formation, using one hundred cavalry as the arrow, and the other four hundred cavalry lined up on the left and right sides into wings and continued to charge.
The two sides of the canyon were sharply flattened by the people of the temple, which is very suitable for cavalry to charge.
The distance between the two sides has entered ten miles.
For the cavalry, this distance
Leaving is nothing.
Tu Wanyue suddenly shouted: "Little Junior Brother."
Zhou Fei snapped his fingers, "Received."
Then he ran to the back, where there was a car.
But the car was covered with red cloth.
Zhou Fei tore away the red silk, revealing the true features of this car.
It is a novel thing that no one has seen except him.
The whole body is pitch black, and the front end is a long cylindrical iron pipe, and there is a cover at the back that can be lifted. The younger brother said that it is called a bullet filling port.
There is also a wooden box on the other side of the carriage. After opening, there is a yellow cylindrical iron bump inside, but the head is pointed, like the tip of a spear.
Zhou Fei picked up one of them and stuffed it into the filling port.
"Brothers and sisters, cover your ears." Zhou Fei shouted.
Tu Wanyue threw a piece of talisman into the air, temporarily isolating the sound.
Zhou Fei calibrated the angle, then violently pulled the rope: "Go!"
There was a burst of glaring fire from the muzzle, and the iron pipe retracted a lot, and a pungent smell filled the air.
Immediately afterwards, a miracle happened.
The one hundred cavalry rushing in the front were directly lifted into the air.
The cavalry on both sides were also affected, and the formation was immediately broken up. For a while, only the painful neighs of the horses and the screams of the cavalry were heard.
Yue Chen lost the chess piece, and ran to Zhou Fei's side, looking at the iron pipe in amazement: "My mother, this is what you call a cannon? This thing is too fierce."
Zhou Fei gave a thumbs up and grinned. A light struck his teeth and disappeared at the corner of his mouth: "Of course, the truth is only within the range of the cannon."
"Wow, why don't you take out such a good thing earlier," Yue Chen said.
Zhou Fei said: "Do you think this thing is easy to make? This is the result of nearly a hundred refiners working hard for three days and three nights in the refinery workshop, plus the inscription that my god inscriber personally engraved, This effect can be achieved. But unfortunately, this thing is a disposable item and cannot be reused. Because many key things have not been thoroughly studied, they are completely built up by refining technology. If you want to achieve mass production, , You have to keep working hard."
"Why haven't I found the Refining Workshop so powerful before." Yue Chen said.
"That's because people in this era don't know the goods." Zhou Fei said, "including you, Lao Tzu.
Practitioners are indeed very powerful, but unless you reach the realm where your father wants a master, all practitioners will have to retreat when facing Lao Tzu's cannon. If you can't, just let them come and try to catch a shell from Lao Tzu with your face. "
Tu Wanyue said: "Enough talk without you two, the enemy hasn't retreated yet."
Zhou Fei hurriedly said: "Senior Sister, don't be angry, watch me send them again, let them feel what is the glory of humanitarianism."
Yue Chen also started to help, personally stuffing a shell into the barrel.
Zhou Fei also gave him the glorious task of stretching: "Come on, just pull it hard."
Yue Chen took a deep breath, and then pulled the rope with all his strength.
The cannonball was fired.
The rope was also broken by Yue Chen.
"Damn!" Zhou Fei grasped the rope in Yue Chen's hand with both hands: "Big Brother, you are really my brother, I asked you to pull him hard, but didn't let you pull him off."
Yue Chen was about to cry, "I don't know this thing is so easy to pull, I swear I only used a small amount of power."
Zhou Fei slapped his forehead straight, "Sure enough, things that are hard to put together are no good. Turn around and let the arms fanatics in the refining workshop find a way. It's not always a way to pull them with your hands."
Just as he was talking, something unexpected happened in front of him.
The shell that whizzed away unexpectedly stopped in mid-air and didn't hit the target.
Zhou Fei was dumbfounded and opened his mouth wide: "How can this be?"
The cannonball trembled violently in midair, as if an invisible hand was holding it, trying to force the cannonball to turn its direction.
Zhou Fei hurriedly filled the barrel with ammunition. If the previous shell really flew back, he would use a new one to destroy it.
Yue Chen asked: "There is no rope, how to launch?"
"I have considered this situation. This is a self-destructing bomb. After it is fired, the barrel will be reimbursed." Zhou Fei gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect that there would be someone on the other side who could harden Lao Tzu's thermal weapon. Could it be that your Laozi didn't make the shot himself?"
Yue Chen looked up, his eyes narrowed, and he shook his head immediately: "It doesn't look like my father's handwriting. If he wants to make a move, he definitely won't make it so embarrassing."
"You are really straightforward, just a little bit tactfully, to save me some face." Zhou Fei said.
Yue Chen: "I've said it very tactfully."
Zhou Fei: "You better shut up."
(End of this chapter)