What worried Teng Heng even more was that the long turtle formation that was defeated by Wen Shuai appeared again.
Of course, the head is no longer the original turtle's head, but the front of its body directly becomes the head.
It seems that now the barbarians are not only cruel, but also becoming smarter and smarter.
The security regiment not only relies on weapons to fight, but the commanders are also good at using their brains to force the barbarians to follow the security regiment's footsteps.
Just as Teng Heng was thinking, the scene had changed.
Under Feng Anyong's order, the cyclone cannon bombed the Eight Immortals Table, which burned the most in the table formation.
A foreigner's hands were blistered by the table, but he still persisted.
As long as you rush over and seize the whirlwind cannon, you will get a thousand taels of gold.
With these thousand taels of gold, what does it mean to have bubbles on your hands?
The flames on the table above his head had almost burned through the Eight Immortals Table, and he felt like he was being roasted by the fire.
It seemed as if his head was burnt, but this barbarian was ruthless and still persisted.
Boom, boom, thunder exploded above his head.
He smiled contemptuously: "Nanman, if I don't have the Table of Eight Immortals above my head, what's the use of hitting the sky with more thunder?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt severe pain coming from his head, and then his vision went black, and he fell softly, and he didn't know anything.
He was right, but only half right.
The first explosion of Hongtianlei did not explode the Eight Immortals Table, but the second explosion did.
The third explosion hit him in the front, back and center of his head with ceramic shards.
He received a heavy blow to the brain and fainted immediately.
The barbarian fell, immediately exposing a huge hole in the table formation.
Xiong Hu was the fire chief of a whirlwind cannon, and he fired three shots in succession at the most burning Eight Immortals Table.
He originally thought that bombing was useless and a waste of thunder.
The third shot was unexpected. He actually made a barbarian fall down and opened the gap in the long turtle formation.
When he saw a hole in the Hu's table, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He squinted his eyes, adjusted the caliper, and said to his assistant: "Light it up."
The assistant also breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, lighting up Hong Tianlei.
"Boom, boom, boom." Bangtianlei fell in through the loophole and exploded inside.
This explosion is equally powerful, after all, this is a relatively closed space.
The barbarian immediately knocked down the six tables of the Eight Immortals, revealing a huge flaw.
The long turtle formation suddenly split into two parts, with only the head and body of the turtle, and the neck part missing.
Xiong Hu was so happy that he was the second person to crack open the Hu man's turtle shell.
At this time, he operated the cyclone cannon, aiming at the head of the turtle in front of the long snake formation and firing fiercely.
Although the number is much smaller than that of the turtle's body, the turtle's head poses the greatest threat and must be killed first.
After using several thunderbolts, the Eight Immortals Tables in the front three rows were finally killed by Xiong Hu.
Xiong Hu and his assistant breathed a sigh of relief and showed satisfied smiles. Feng Anyong breathed a sigh of relief.
Because this decision was made by Feng Anyong, if it does not work, he must bear the responsibility.
Feng Anyong stepped forward to Xiong Hu's shoulder, smiled at Xiong Hu, and said: "Xiong's three cannons are not bad. With only three cannons, he can crack open the turtle shell of a foreigner."
Xiong Hu smiled shyly and shook his head in embarrassment.
"Since you have merit, of course you should ask for credit. Don't worry, I will ask for credit for you two." Feng Anyong patted the two of them on the shoulders and said to them.
After he finished speaking to Xiong and Tiger, he picked up the iron trumpet and said to the other cyclone cannons: "Did you see that the turtle shell of the Hu people also has weaknesses, which are the tables of the Eight Immortals that burn the most."
The operators and assistants of the cyclone cannon did not fire at this time, and they all focused their attention on the Huren Eight Immortals table, which was burning the most.
"The reason is very simple. What burns the most is bound to be the most fragile." Feng Anyong held the horn in his left hand and waved his right hand fiercely, "Do you understand?"
All the cyclone cannon operators and assistants nodded and agreed in unison.
Feng Anyong picked up the tin trumpet again and shouted loudly: "Fire all the cyclone cannons, and target the Eight Immortals Table that burns the most."
All the cyclone cannons opened fire with all their might, targeting each of the straight-line turtle formations that burned the most powerful Eight Immortals table.
"Boom, boom, boom," the burning Huren Eight Immortals table was constantly being hit.
In the bursts of explosions, some Eight Immortals tables were either blown apart or thrown down.
The barbarians inside were either killed or seriously injured.
Sure enough, the burning Eight Immortals Table was the biggest weakness of the turtle shell, which had been almost burned by the rocket.
These Eight Immortals tables are extremely fragile and will explode after a few blasts with the Thunderbolt.
The morale of the cyclone cannon operators and assistants was greatly boosted. The best way to deal with the turtle shells of the barbarians was a combination of rockets and thunder.
Under the crazy firing of the security group's cyclone cannon, these dozen Hu people were blown into two pieces by the security group.
In front is the short turtle's head, and behind is the long turtle's body. The turtle's neck was suddenly blown to pieces by the fierce fire from the security group's tornado cannon.
Seeing that the long turtle formation was in ruins, Hu Degreen clenched his big hand into a fist and hit the war drum hard, causing the drum to make a thumping echo.
Peter Keefe looked at the somewhat timid table array and couldn't help frowning: "This table array should be good, but it's a pity that there are some old tables in it."
"Throw away all the old tables and replace them with the new Eight Immortals tables." Hu Degreen shouted loudly.
These Eight Immortals tables were all robbed by the barbarians from the common people, euphemistically called "requisitioned".
They don't know that the security team is all made by themselves. It is not only strong, but also beautiful and practical.
Because unlike the security groups, they have careful plans and strong financial strength.
The Hu people did not expect that the Eight Immortals Table would be of such great use, and they did not make it before attacking Xixian County.
what to do? If it is easy to handle, the Hu people will use their usual bandit style and have no choice but to "requisition" from the people.
They rushed into people's homes like wolves and tigers. They didn't care about the people's pleadings and resisted leaving the table when they saw it.
When these barbarians go to "requisition" with any number of tasks, they don't care whether it's good or new, as long as it's a table.
Now that I have entered the battle, I have discovered that those old and broken Eight Immortals tables are not very useful.
Not only did it have no positive effect, but it produced side effects, causing soldiers to lose their lives in vain.
Now Hu Degreen was in a hurry and had to ask everyone to use the new Eight Immortals table.
The so-called New Eight Immortals Table is only relatively new. There is nothing like this when it is brand new.
However, under the stimulation of a thousand taels of gold, these barbarians chose some relatively new Eight Immortals tables.
In the eyes of the security team, these barbarians are quite brave.
The head and neck of the long turtle formation were blown to pieces by the security team, and necks and heads immediately sprouted from the body.
Teng Heng saw that although the table of the Eight Immortals of the Hu people was burning, it still turned into the head of a turtle. He couldn't help but sigh: "These Hu people are really brave."
"Extremely brave. Without the stimulation of the thousand taels of gold, would you be so brave?" Feng Anyong said sarcastically while looking at the long turtle formation of the Hu people who were slowly advancing.
Teng Heng nodded and felt the same way: "The Hu people were originally poorer than the Song Dynasty, and they were more desperate for money than their lives during the war."
Just as the two of them were talking, these long turtle formations began to move forward again.
"The Hu people seem to have changed the tables. Most of these tables are relatively new tables." Teng Heng said while shooting arrows and looking at them carefully.
Wen Shuai saw these relatively new tables and fell into deep thought.
They are making progress, and so are the barbarians, and both sides are fighting for their wits and courage.
The operator and assistant of the cyclone cannon couldn't help but shake their heads when they saw the situation in front of them. The turtle shell was harder than before.
After Teng Heng finished speaking, he looked at Feng Anyong, hoping that he would come up with an idea.
Just now, Feng Anyong bombarded the burning Eight Immortals Table, and he really cracked open the Hu people's tortoise shells.
Now the barbarians have also come up with new methods. I wonder if my boss has any corresponding methods?
When Feng Anyong saw Teng Heng's eyes, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and fell into deep thought.
The principal position is very stressful, and the deputy position only assists, but the burden still falls on the principal position.
Feng Anyong fell into deep thought and suddenly remembered the words of the little saint.
Zhao Ping instructed them to destroy this group of barbarians: "It is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten."
This is Zhao Ping's order, which is conveyed to officers above the formation commander.
Feng Anyong couldn't help but thought, and suddenly an idea flashed.
"It's better to break one finger than to injure ten." Teng Heng also chanted. This is the little sage's instruction. How does it relate to today's tactics?
Feng Anyong picked up the tin trumpet and shouted loudly: "All archers obey the order and aim all rockets at the second table in each table formation."
Teng Heng glanced at Feng Anyong and wondered why there was a second table?
Why is it not the first table, nor the third table, but the second table?
"The first one is easy to drop, and the third one is further away and has less power. Only the second one is the most suitable." Feng Anyong looked at Teng Heng's doubtful eyes and explained to him.
"That's right, focus your firepower and aim at the second Eight Immortals Table. As expected, ten fingers will be damaged as much as one." Teng Heng understood immediately and couldn't help laughing.
The security team soldiers lit up the rocket and fired towards the second one, laughing loudly and full of confidence.
The second table in the turtle formation of a dozen barbarians was suddenly ablaze, with at least twenty rockets on each table.
The Hu people's second Eight Immortals table was in flames, and their opportunity with the whirlwind cannon came again.
Wen Shuai glanced at Feng Anyong gratefully, picked up the tin trumpet and shouted loudly: "Target, the second Eight Immortals Table, launch."
The morale of the cyclone cannon suddenly increased, and all the thunderbolts were fired towards the second table of the Hu people's long turtle formation.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom." Suddenly the flames and the firelight of the Hu people's long snake formation set off each other, competing to compare the brightness.
The flames of the fire kept jumping on the second Eight Immortals table, followed by bursts of black smoke.
The black smoke came so neatly, forming an almost neat black smoke wall, which actually cut off all the long turtle formations.
As the choking smell of gunpowder smoke spread, everyone on the battlefield was choking and coughing.
Since the security team occupies the upper part of the hillside, the security team is more affected by the smoke.
However, after long-term training and combat, the security team has already adapted, and the coughing sound is not as loud as that of the barbarians.
The cyclone cannon couldn't help but be overjoyed. Under the fierce bombardment from the rockets and them, the second table of the Hu people's long turtle formation was indeed knocked open.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom", the second table of Hu Ren's turtle shell was blown to pieces by the thunder.
Feng Anyong is indeed an outstanding student of the Zhaojiazhuang Security Corps. He is calm and calm and handles the situation well.
Facing the changes in the Hu's formation, he changed his strategy in time and tricked the Hu's to death.
Isn't it? Now the Hu people are repeating the old mistakes of the long turtle formation, and they are blown to pieces by the cyclone cannon from the neck to the head.
Peter Keefe and Lintegel hammered the drums hard with both hands, and the drums made a thumping sound.
Both of them had fire in their eyes, and they wanted to rush forward in person and hack to death all the tornado cannon officers of the security regiment.
But what the two of them didn't expect was that although Hu Degreen's eyebrows were tense, there was a smile on his lips.
Peter Keefe and Linte Geer looked at each other. Could it be that Hu Deglin had another idea?
Although the Hu people suffered no setbacks, it is undeniable that Hu Degreen did find a way.
Under his methods, the security team found it increasingly difficult to deal with their long turtle formation.
Peter Keefe bowed his hand to Hu Deglin and asked curiously: "General Hu has come up with a new method?"
