Gong Yumei rubbed his hands in excitement, and immediately called two soldiers to help him, and used the winch behind the eight cows to put the bowstring on the machine.
The three of them pushed the Ba Niu 驽 to the Diaolou to adjust the angle, and then the public and the Mei Mei spit in their hands and raised the wooden hammer to face the 婽驛 machine.
Hearing only one sound, the seven-foot-long spear rushed to the watchtower 400 steps away in a flash of lightning, but it missed.
"This... how is this possible?"
Wu Zheng glanced at it. The arrow missed by the public losing the plum was not because he had missed his head, but because the range of the shot wasn't enough, but it wasn't much worse. It was considered to be close to the side.
"You have two days left."
"But this is impossible! Although the bow arm is not fully stretched, the distance at which the bowstring exerts force on the spear is the same!"
"The distance is the same, is the strength the same?"
"Of course, the bow arm is still the original bow arm, and of course the strength is the same."
"Then I have nothing to say, go back and think about it yourself! But you only have two days."
Mei froze for a moment, and immediately said: "Please also Wu Hou to teach me."
"Please, this is an exam. You can cheat yourself. You still want to take the examiner to cheat together. Is there such a beautiful thing in this world?"
Gong Yumei blushed, and immediately took his failed product away, but the guy came back early in the morning the next day.
Wu Zheng was sitting in the big tent and drinking morning tea with Luan Yin, who came to drink tea, and listened to He Laowu to report the public loss to Mei. The guy pushed his Ba Niu 驽 again.
"Uncle, go and have a look. The eight cows that the kid pushed in this morning have changed a lot. It's really exciting."
Luan Yin buried his head in the tea bowl and said, "You have to go and have a look. That kid was busy all night and didn't sleep all night."
"Really? A big change? What has become of it, is it possible that the guy can turn the eight cows into a cannon?"
"What kind of gun?" Luan Yin said, looking at Wu Zheng curiously.
Wu Zheng looked disgusted and said, "Drink your tea! What's the matter for you if you can't shoot it?"
Wu Zheng walked out of the big tent and took a look. Wu Zheng jumped. This guy was actually at least three times longer by that guy, and it was seven or eight meters long. Should I go here? This is simply a telegraph pole that fell to the ground.
"Is this what your kid has spent the whole night changing?"
Meilu nodded with excitement: "Yes, the students will understand when they go back. After adding the pulleys that Wu Hou said that they have learned correctly, it seems to save the winder, but the bowstring is correct. The time for exerting power has also shortened, so the students deliberately added a shank this time, and this time it will definitely succeed."
After speaking, the guy couldn't wait to hit the pilot with a hammer, and saw a buzzing sound. The gun was fired out like an electric light again. This time it was shot. The seven-foot-long gun was at 400 paces. A full third of it went into the outer blockhouse.
After five arrows in a row, a ladder shot by a lance appeared on the tower.
Then the Gong Yumei waved the flag here, and there was a veteran Yuzi lying in the tunnel following the five lances to the tower.
Those veterans are all veterans of climbing. Even if they don't have the ladders shot by these guns, they won't be able to get up on the wooden blockhouses, not to mention that they have shot a ladder for them now.
However, a few breaths ago, I saw the veteran greasy pounding on the tower, standing on it and shouting towards this side.
Wow, I don’t know what the hell was shouting, but Gong Shumei suddenly knelt in front of Wu Zheng with excitement: "Master, please be respected by my disciples."
Only then did Wu Zheng come back to his senses. Looking at the disciple who was kneeling in front of him, Wu Zheng sighed and said, "You really want to worship Benhou as a teacher?"
Gong Shumei said: "Can there be any fakes if this head is knocked out? Please master not to accept me as a disciple."
Wu Zheng pointed to the Ba Niu Peng who had been refitted by the public to lose the plum and said: "But you made this thing for so long, you can't make it to the battlefield! What's the use?"
Gong Shumei said: "Who said that this disciple did not go to the battlefield, no matter how long it can grow longer than a stone thrower?"
"I don't think it's much worse!"
"Master, you don't mean to be fooling around! You didn't say this at the beginning, you just said that you want a plane with three ordinary people... (End of this chapter)