The attack distance of the stone fire bomb was about about a little inside, and the attack distance of the crossbow arrow was about four hundred steps. The sharpness of the long-range attack weapon above the head of Tzu Chi was beyond Yuan Pu's expectations. But he also understood that whether it was a catapult or a crossbow, the launch speed was their biggest problem. After one round of attack, it took a long preparation time. Therefore, although the opponent's first round of attack caused a large casualty, it did not affect his influence, but kept urging the soldiers to run forward.

In fact, it was not necessary for him to destroy the soldiers. The soldiers were also running wildly. Everyone wanted to leave these two death zones as soon as possible. Where to stay for a long time and be lucky enough to avoid the first round of attacks. Who can say that they can avoid the second round? It’s better to say that the crossbow arrows are running in a straight line. After the fireballs land on the ground, they cannot predict their direction at all. Perhaps a small stone can make them suddenly change their direction.

The next moment, Wu Teng in the rear widened his eyes in shock. Because beyond everyone's expectations, the second wave of fireballs in the city suddenly rose in their eyes and rushed towards the attacker who came to the bee. Under the Central Army, all the generals who were familiar with the military formation exclaimed in surprise.

But in Wu Teng's eyes, he saw something else. The distance between the first attack was roughly the same, and the distance between the fireball landing this time was obviously layered, and the distance between the front and back was about fifty steps apart.

In Wu Teng's image, the trencher with such a long distance must be huge in size, and it is quite complicated to change their range. However, the trencher of the Pili Camp in front of him not only hit the second round at an extremely fast speed after a short round of attacks, but also changed the distance of the attack.

It is impossible that several batches of catapults were launched in batches, because in Wu Teng's eyes, both launches rose on the same line, but the second time, some of the shooting distance suddenly became weaker.

He stared at the city wall intently, wanting to confirm again.

Sure enough, after two consecutive rounds of attacks, the attacking Fuyuan soldiers had already appeared in a fault. The number of people in the middle that were attacked by fire was already sparse, either rushing further ahead or shrinking.

The officer tried his best to rush, and the Fuyuan soldiers who were huddling behind finally mustered up the courage to run forward again. The third wave of attack arrived as scheduled. What made Wu Teng terrified that this time, the distance of the attack once again recovered to about a mile.

The Ming army's catapult not only fired extremely fast, but also adjusted the attack distance at will. This discovery made Wu Teng's hand tremble slightly, which overturned his previous understanding of catapults. In Daqi, the catapults defending the city could only attack at a certain distance, and the attack interval took a long time. For the city defenders, they were rarely used to deal with the siege towers or large pavilions to deal with the siege.

But at present, the Fuyuan Army, which fell layer by layer in front of him, was telling Wu Teng that the times were changing, and using such a powerful weapon to attack, for the siege, it was completely a nightmare existence.

After paying the price of thousands of people, the Fuyuan Army finally rushed within a hundred steps. Within this distance, whether it is a catapult or a crossbow, it will lose its place to use its skills due to angles.

On the top of the city, the Ming army was finally seen.

Yuan Pu, who was pressed and beaten for a long time, had already turned evil to his courage and pointed at the front of the sword: "Arrower, shoot the arrow!"

He raised his bows one by one, and at the same time, the cold arrows in the Ming army's hands were also aimed at them on the top of the city.

The feather arrows roared in the air, and the city was above and below. At the same time, someone fell to the sky. Suddenly there were casualties on the city, which made Wu Teng breathe a sigh of relief. He finally had to fight against each other. After defeating Ziji, he must get a stone-treating machine back. This new weapon is a perfect thing for anyone.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the city head, his eyes widened again. Because when the archer bent his bow and arrows under the city once again, the second arrow in the city had already shot down.

Archers compete with speed. One step faster is the difference between life and death. Moreover, this time Wu Teng saw that the soldiers in the city did not use ordinary bows.

Wu Teng couldn't help but pluck his horse and walked forward for a distance.

The Ming army in the city was holding something similar to a crossbow. With an arrow shot out, he handed the crossbow machine in his hand back to the back. After retracting his hand, he had another thing in his hand, aiming, shooting, and completing it in one go.

This time, sweat beads appeared on Wu Teng's head, not because of the heat, but because he was really scared. Archers pulled the bow and shot the arrow. Even if the arm strength was strong, they had to give themselves a rest after shooting three or five arrows, otherwise their arms would not be able to withstand such frequent shootings. But the Ming army on the city was obviously not bound by this because they did not need to draw the bow and aim.

This is a brand new crossbow machine.

Wu Teng pinched his fist tightly. If the previous catapult surprised him, the crossbows that appeared in the Ming army now made him feel terrified. No matter how powerful the catapult is, it is always a defensive weapon and is not widely used. At least they cannot engage in field battles with the large group of horses, but this kind of crossbows is different. Judging from the crossbows held by the Ming army, it is obviously very small. One person can easily lift up a handle. One person is wound on the strings and one person shoots. In field battles, if you encounter such a non-intermittent crossbow attack, it will be disastrous for the other party.

In fact, for the Fuyuan Army, disaster has happened now. The Fuyuan Army under the city barely shot against the city for two rounds, and was completely suppressed. Without the cover of the archers, the Fuyuan Army under the city has completely become a target on the city.

Yuan Pu finally came back to the taste. If this continues, he is afraid that even if he attacks the top of the city, he will not be able to take down Tzu Chi. He waves the flag and the two men immediately encircle the other wall of Tzu Chi City, one left and one right.

Wu Teng nodded slightly. Although the reaction was slower, it was much stronger than not responding.

At the top of the city wall, Yang Zhi stood up, "I'll go to Nancheng!"

Zou Ming nodded, "I'm working hard. I will share half of the catapult to support you."

"good!"

Yang Zhi flew down the north city wall, and between several ups and downs, people were already standing on the south city wall.

Tzu Chi City has small benefits, and the distance between the north and south cities is only two hundred steps away.

When the south city also launched an attack, Jiang Haokun, who had been a little anxious since the war started, finally smiled again on his face.

But the next scene made Wu Teng almost unable to believe his eyes.

The fireball was once again raised from the direction of the North City Gate, but this time, half of it hit them in front of them, while the other half turned straight and attacked the direction of the South City Gate, a distance of two hundred steps, but with his range, he could still cover about eight hundred steps.

This catapult can not only adjust the attack distance, but also change the direction at will. This is amazing. You must get one and send it back to the country. If Qi can copy this catapult in large quantities and obtain the crossbow in their hands, what else can the Chu people be?

Unable to help himself, he couldn't help but ride his horse and walked forward a few steps.

The catapult attacked on both sides, and the power was dispersed, and the Fuyuan army, which was sieging the city, finally found an opportunity. More people rushed to the city, with a distance of more than meter, and there was no need for a ladder. The Fuyuan army rushed to the top of the city, and the two sides finally began to fight in close combat.

The crossbowmen retreated and continued to fire, shooting down the Fuyuan soldiers who were climbing up the city one by one. The spearmen stepped forward, and spears rose and fell one by one, and poked the Fuyuan soldiers who were climbing up the city one by one. The shield player hid under the city wall, wielding his sword to slash the feet of the soldiers of the Yuan army.

On the other side, Yang Zhi spread his legs and stood between the two walls. The small sword flew around his body, cutting all the feather arrows shot from the city into two pieces. However, he held the black giant sword tightly in both hands. He seemed to have returned to the Ten Thousand Sword Valley.

When the first Fuyuan Army finally climbed onto the city wall to his left, before seeing the situation on the city clearly, a small sword flew in like lightning. One head went in and the other head came out.

"Diet!" Yang Zhi chuckled, and his figures shuttled back and forth across the city wall. The Fuyuan army, who climbed up the city wall, fell down row by row. The speed was so fast that even the Ming army beside the city wall could not see clearly. Of course, Yang Zhi would not be stupid enough to rush down the city wall. Teaching a lesson was enough. Last time, he was surrounded by Luo Yishui's troops, those soldiers who seemed vulnerable on weekdays almost beat him to death. Now behind him were rows of soldiers from the Pili Camp. He came and went suddenly, and there was no need to worry about being surrounded again.

The sun gradually turned west, but on the small Tzu Chi City, the Sun and Moon King Flag and the Fire Blade Flag were still flying high. Under the city, the bodies of the Fuyuan soldiers were getting higher and higher, and Jiang Haokun's face became increasingly ugly.

"Get out!" Wu Teng shook his head, "It is impossible to take Tzu Chi today. Morale has been drained and the attack is weak. Supervising and promoting the attack will be in vain. We underestimate the Ming army, temporarily quit, build siege equipment, come again tomorrow!"

Jiang Haokun's teeth quaked, and he wanted to fight again several times, but the piles of corpses gathered like mountains and the shrunk figures of soldiers in front finally made him droop his hand powerlessly.

"Sing the gold, withdraw the troops."

He came with great excitement and confidence, but was dizzy when he was hit by a blow. In addition to his defeat, Jiang Haokun finally woke up. A not-famous Pili Camp is so fierce. What should the other famous battle camps in the Ming army be like that?
Chapter completed!