His assistant took a quick look and said, "Chief Fire, our cyclone cannon gear is broken."
"The gear must be replaced immediately. This gear has been used for too long and is no longer working." The assistant said while looking for a replacement gear.
Wen Shuai was trying his best to pedal the cyclone cannon when he heard a click. His cyclone cannon suddenly stopped moving, and he couldn't help but be startled.
His assistant looked down, raised it to Wen Shuai and said, "Captain, our cyclone cannon gear is also broken, we need to replace it."
"The cyclone cannon has been used too frequently, and the gears are severely worn." Wen Shuai thought for a while and looked at other cyclone cannons worriedly. "It seems that this problem may exist in all cyclone cannons."
Sure enough, many cyclone cannons stopped firing and changed gears one after another.
"The Southern Barbarians' firearms are gone, rush over." A barbarian centurion couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the sudden decrease in the number of thunderbolts. He shouted with a big hammer in his hand.
The barbarians surged up more black waves and shouted: "Gold, gold, gold."
Some of them held axes in their hands, and some held machetes in their hands, and they attacked the security group frantically.
They were like swarms of ants, climbing up the hillside and crossing the trench bridge, frantically hammering and slashing at the Eight Immortals Table of the security group.
Not to be outdone, the soldiers of the security group lit up the thunderbolts in their hands and threw them out as hard as they could.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom", lightning and thunder kept flashing near the trench bridge.
As bursts of black smoke rose from here, the wall of smoke had moved from the hillside below to the trench bridge trench.
The two sides exchanged offense and defense. It turned out that the black smoke wall was on the side of the Hu people's position.
Now with the fierce offensive of the barbarians, the black smoke wall has moved to the side of the security group's defensive position.
Peter Keefe and Linte Geer couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw it. Now they have advanced their position in front of the security group.
As long as they break the table formation, they can pick up the Cyclone Cannon.
This is not a cyclone cannon, but gold, or a thousand taels.
Thinking of this, Peter Keefe and Linte Geer trembled all over and turned red.
Together, the two of them bowed to Hu Deglin like a Han man: "Thank you General Hu, there is finally hope today."
"We look forward to our warriors working harder." Hu Degreen also imitated the Han people and bowed his hands.
Peter Keefe and Linte Geer nodded, both of them in high spirits: "The warriors of the Khanate conquered the world, not to mention their firearms are getting weaker and weaker."
The three of them couldn't help laughing as they watched the security team's increasingly powerful tornado cannons.
On the hillside behind Feng Yongcheng's battalion's position, a bush of grass shook.
Nie Yujia, the commander of the tornado cannon, patted the tornado cannon beside him and looked impatiently at the deputy general Zhou Jixun beside him.
These people on the mountain are either shot in the grass or decorated with weeds. Of course, the barbarians cannot see it.
Nie Yujia's eyes widened as he looked at the situation in front of him. He turned around and asked, "General Zhou, Feng Camp Leader has suffered heavy losses now. It's time to attack."
"It's just that the personnel were injured, but it's still not time to attack." Zhou Jixun stared at the position below without blinking.
Nie Yujia withdrew his gaze from the frantic attack and stared at the tornado cannon in front of him.
His tone was full of anxiety: "Their cyclone cannons have been continuously damaged, and the barbarians have already attacked right under their noses."
"The Hu people haven't fully committed to the battlefield yet, don't worry." Zhou Jixun shook his head and said with certainty in his tone: "Don't scare the Hu people."
Nie Yujia looked at the brand new cyclone cannon next to him, and then looked at the cyclone cannon below that Wen Shuai was repairing.
He patted the cyclone cannon beside him, looked at it and sighed: "Man, you can only drool looking at such fat meat. You want to eat it but can't eat it. It's really unfair to you."
He said this to Zhou Jixun, and looked at Zhou Jixun without blinking.
Zhou Jixun was beside him, so of course he heard it.
But Zhou Jixun ignored him at all and just stared at the battlefield.
His deputy Wen Zhang couldn't help but chuckle, and when he saw Nie Yujia glare at him, he hurriedly covered his mouth.
On the hillside of Gufengkou Temple, there are also three thousand barbarians attacking here.
Bao Haotele, U Peng Baman, and Baman Chuoer were the commanders of three thousand-man teams respectively.
While they were attacking, they also inquired about Yuan Shanzi's attack.
In fact, not only did they do this, but Yuan Shanzi also did the same.
Three thousand barbarians from both sides contract a hillside, and it depends on which one can capture it.
Even if they don't capture it, they still have to grab the Nanman's Cyclone Cannon at the very least.
The strategies of both sides were similar at first, using table arrays to resist the cyclone cannons of the security group.
As you can imagine, this long snake formation was severely taught how to behave by the whirlwind cannon of the security group.
Bao Haote thought for a while and let the one-word long snake formation with two wings protected by the Eight Immortals Table also turned into a slow one-word long turtle formation.
Because Baohot had a good idea, he temporarily became the leader of the three captains.
Xiong Zezhong also changed his strategy in time, and almost came up with the same method as Feng Anyong, using rockets to burn the Hu people's turtle shell necks.
After the tortoise shell was burned, it was discovered that the Eight Immortals tables of the Hu people were of varying quality and old, so they had to turn the head of the turtle into a relatively new Eight Immortals table.
Xiong Zezhong thought for a while and came up with a way to concentrate rockets and burn the turtle shell necks of the barbarians.
Bao Haotele saw that all the options for his turtle shell had been resolved by the security team, so he had to temporarily stop the attack and think hard about the solution.
At this time, his men came over and quietly told him great news.
It turned out that the attacking side of Yuan Shanzi on the opposite side used black gunpowder smoke as cover and used the long turtle formation with empty shells as bait, and had already attacked in front of the security group's table formation.
Bao Haote couldn't help but be overjoyed, followed suit, and indeed attacked in front of the security team's table array.
Seeing that Bao Haotele couldn't do anything of his own, U Peng Baman and Baman Chuoer's admiration for him suddenly dropped sharply.
"It seems that Bao Haotele doesn't have many options. Seeing that General Hu's methods are effective, I have to copy them." Upeng Baman looked at the battlefield situation, shook his head and said to Baman Chuoer.
Bamanchuer didn't have time to participate in the battle at Lone Peak yesterday, so he didn't have much say in the battlefield.
He had no choice of his own. Hearing U Peng Baman's words, he could only nod in agreement.
"Although Hu Degreen came up with the method, the command is also very particular." Bamanchuer thought for a while and expressed his opinion, "If you attack early, you will be easily exposed; if you attack late, the table formation will not be able to provide cover. "
Upeng Baman thought for a while and realized that this was indeed the truth, so he had to keep silent.
Under the command of Bauhot, their simple trench bridges covered the trenches of the security regiment.
While sizing up Baohotele's conductor, Bamanchuer said: "The greatest advantage of the Southern Barbarians is the trench. Now that there is a trench bridge, victory is right in front of us."
The trenches of the security group can be said to be the trenches where barbarians are sad. They have nearly a thousand people filling the trenches.
To put it nicely, they captured the first trench, but to put it poorly, the trenches were filled with barbarian bodies.
Now the trenches are covered with trench bridges, which boosts the morale of all the barbarians.
"Gold, gold" some barbarians shouted loudly and ran with all their strength.
Victory is in sight, because the trench is no longer the problem, the only problem is the table array.
As long as you break through the table formation, there will be a whirlwind cannon that makes the barbarians salivate.
That one is no longer a cyclone cannon, but gold, and the price is a thousand taels.
Some other barbarians had red eyes and held axes and hammers in their hands.
Their brothers, relatives and friends died in the ditch. They wanted to avenge their relatives and avenge their brothers.
A barbarian centurion picked up a sledgehammer and dodged the security regiment's thunder.
He quickly rushed across the trench bridge and came to the table of the Eight Immortals of the security team.
The Eight Immortals Table was about one foot away from the ditch. He lunged with both feet, yelled, and slammed the Eight Immortals Table hard.
The Hu people could say that they hated the Eight Immortals Table so much that he tried his best to do it.
With a bang, the iron sheet of the Eight Immortals table consumed part of his strength, but there was still enough power left to dent the table.
Seeing that the Eight Immortals Table was still intact, the centurion couldn't help being furious.
He shouted, raised the sledgehammer, and swung it over his head.
He firmly believed that if he hit it with his big hammer, the table would definitely fall apart.
With a rumble, a thunderbolt exploded in the chest of the barbarian.
He felt severe pain coming from his neck, chest and face, and countless fragments penetrated from the painful areas.
He could bear all these pains, but his neck felt strange. The wind penetrated from his neck into his trachea and into his lungs, and it was extremely cold.
At the same time, his strength continued to disappear, and he could no longer lift the big hammer in his hand.
The sledgehammer fell from his hand and hit his foot.
He screamed in pain and staggered backwards.
Although the Eight Immortals Table was only one foot away from the ditch, it was still on a slope. His body rolled a few times and finally rolled into the ditch.
Bang bang, he fell into the trench, struggled a few times, and didn't move.
Before this barbarian centurion died, his only thought was that it was a pity that he did not smash the security team's table, and he left this world with a trace of regret and unwillingness.
No one cares about his life or death, because it is a life-and-death battle between the Song Dynasty security group and the Hu people.
Although no one cares about his life or death, there are still people who carry on his legacy.
This is a barbarian captain of ten men, holding an ax in his hand.
He also hated the table array of the security group so much that he ran and dodged the thunderbolts of the security group.
He ran to the front of the trench, shouted, and threw the ax in his right hand towards the security group with all his strength.
He didn't use the ax to attack the Eight Immortals Table, but the people behind the table.
The Eight Immortals Table is hateful, but the Nanman behind the Eight Immortals Table is even more hateful.
Seeing the ax flying across the table array, he was convinced that his ax had killed someone, because he vaguely heard the painful screams coming from the other side of the table array.
Thinking of this, he swung the ax in his left hand hard and still threw it across the table formation.
Hearing the shouts of the barbarians on the other side of the table array, he knew that the two axes were not in vain.
This barbarian's only weapon is an axe. What should I do if I don't have a weapon in my hand now?
He had already seen a big hammer on the ground, which was left by the dead centurion, and he picked it up easily.
