Yuan Zhang stood there, covering his forehead with his hands. He felt that his head was a bit big now.

Twice! Having bounced people away twice in a row, Yuan Zhang felt that he was losing face.

"What kind of airplane are you making! They all came out of nine-year compulsory education! You can't even adjust the projection angle!" Yuan Zhang shouted loudly at the player who was responsible for adjusting the projection angle.

When those players heard Yuan Zhang's words, they immediately felt aggrieved.

Is this thing used to project people? This thing is used to throw stones! The quality is wrong, do you blame us?

However, after all the talk, they continued to adjust the position of the catapult.

Two hundred steps away from Yuan Zhang and the others, at the head of Qixian City, a captain of the Xiliang Army looked at the busy players outside with a confused expression.

The captain dared to swear to God that in all his years of fighting, this was the first time he had seen someone play such a trick on one of his own.

The lieutenant was a close confidant of Li Shi and was very capable. Otherwise, he would not have been sent by Li Shi to a frontline outpost like Qixian to serve as a city-defending general.

"General, what are the thieves outside the city doing?" The deputy general on the side said he couldn't understand.

When the captain heard the deputy general's words, he gave him a very secretive look.

You don’t even know, I don’t know where to go!

However, the captain did not say these words. After all, as the boss of Qixian County, it would be a bit embarrassing for him to say such words.

How do you say that, the head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the face cannot be lost!

"Humph! They're just a bunch of clowns!" the captain snorted coldly.

"General, do we need to send someone out to destroy those two catapults?" the deputy general suggested.

"No need!" The captain shook his head, and then continued: "Destroy it? Why destroy it? They are killing their own people, and we are watching the show next to them. Isn't this good?"

"How long can their morale last if our own people are cheating our own people? By then, when morale is gone, we can go out to the city to harvest. How good would it be?"

"The general is so wise!" The deputy general heard the captain's words and immediately flattered him: "But are we just here to watch?"

"Of course... no!" the captain smiled coldly: "Let half of the brothers go down to rest, but don't let them take off their armor! If there is any situation on the other side, let them mount the city wall immediately!"

"Yes, general." The deputy general heard the captain's words and immediately ran to deliver the order.

In ancient times, soldiers generally did not wear armor when marching or in other non-combat states.

Because the weight of these armors can range from twenty to thirty kilograms if they are light, and can weigh upwards of fifty kilograms if they are heavy. Wearing such heavy armor on a daily basis is entirely self-inflicted.

What's even more dangerous is that if you are dressed like this, if you run out of energy and the enemy happens to attack at this time, you can just stretch your neck and wait for death.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, soldiers will not wear armor.

In the current situation, there are enemies outside the city. Logically speaking, everyone should go to the city wall to defend.

But the current situation is that there are enemies, but these enemies are playing with themselves outside the city, and two of them were killed.

It was obvious that although there was danger now, it was not very critical, so the captain directly asked half of the people to go down to the city wall to rest.

This is to prevent the enemy from attacking the city and causing physical exhaustion on your side.

Since Yuan Zhang was only two hundred steps away from the city wall, he could see every move on the city wall very clearly.

When he saw the Qixian garrison descending halfway down the city wall, he felt insulted.

"Isn't it okay yet?" Yuan Zhang looked back at the player who was still adjusting the angle and asked directly.

"Okay, okay." The deputy leader responded immediately after hearing Yuan Zhang's words.

"Come on, come on! Invite Warrior No. 3!" Yuan Zhang waved to the waiting Warrior players.

After hearing Yuan Zhang's words, the remaining eight warriors' faces turned dark.

Although they have lowered the pain level so that even if something unexpected happens, they won't feel pain, but if they fail, it will be very embarrassing.

According to the first warrior player who was resurrected, he flew directly over the city, and when he landed, the sepak takraw ball had no effect and fell apart.

Therefore, he landed directly on his face and slid for a distance, which is commonly known as face braking.

As for the second player, it's even worse, the kind that really can't be deducted.

Now the second player has left a psychological shadow.

However, now, Yuan Zhang directly asked the third player to prepare.

At this time, these players who came out voluntarily regretted it. If they had known this, they would never have signed up voluntarily.

However, it's too late to say anything now. You have to choose your own path and walk it on your knees.

So, the player in third place walked out with a sullen face. The other players looked at his back with a somewhat windy feeling.

After he got into the sepak takraw ball, Yuan Zhang personally picked up the big mallet and prepared to launch the catapult.

"Are you ready? Brother!" Yuan Zhang asked.

"Boss, I'm ready! Let's start!" Warrior Player No. 3 said quite tragically. He had never felt like his boss was unreliable like now.

"Brother, go on your way!" Yuan Zhang shouted, then raised his big mallet and struck hard at the wooden tenon holding the catapult.

"Go! Pikachu!" Yuan Zhang shouted, giving his brother a boost.

"You are just Pikachu, you are all Pikachu!" Hearing that Yuan Zhang had named himself randomly again, Warrior Player No. 3 yelled.

But at this time, Yuan Zhang could no longer hear what he was saying, because the No. 3 Warrior player flew directly towards Qixian City.

The speed at which the catapult is thrown is not too fast, only a few dozen kilometers per hour.

But the problem is that there is no cover for this thing, so after it is thrown out, the wind blows into the mouth of Warrior No. 3 player.

The strong wind made it difficult for him to open his eyes, so he could only squint his eyes, look at the surrounding situation, and calculate his landing position.

It has to be said that this time, he was very lucky. The takraw ball climbed high over the city wall, passed over the resting Xiliang army under the city, and fell directly into the city.

Player No. 3 Warrior was afraid that he would not have time to activate the teleportation array after landing, so he directly held the teleportation stone in his hand and prepared to activate it as soon as he landed.

In this case, even if he falls to the ground and is smashed into a meat pie, the teleportation array can be activated smoothly.

Looking at the ground getting closer and closer, Warrior Player No. 3 is always calculating the distance between him and the ground.

Finally, when it was 0.01 meters away from the ground, Warrior Player No. 3 activated the teleportation array. Then, Warrior Player No. 3 hit the hard ground hard and could no longer dig it out.

The next second, Warrior Player No. 3 appeared at Hongnong's resurrection point.

"My uncle! That sepak takraw ball is really useless!" This was the first sentence of player three.
Chapter completed!