A small mushroom cloud emerged from the Huren's cyclone cannon position, and another rumbling sound was heard.
Feng Yongcheng and Li Hua couldn't help but be overjoyed. They glanced at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.
The two men stepped forward and saluted Huang Xiaoniu, and said happily: "Congratulations, Guard Huang, on your victory."
"Same joy, same joy." Huang Xiaoniu put down the shadowless cannon in his hand, looked at Feng Yongcheng, and hurriedly returned the salute, "General Feng's clairvoyance played a key role."
"Without General Feng's clairvoyance, how could he easily hit the Hu people's Huihui cannon." After speaking, she also pointed to the clairvoyance tied to the shadowless cannon.
Feng Yongcheng was quite embarrassed, so he bowed respectfully: "Guard Huang, this arrangement is the most reasonable."
He was originally worried that this unique treasure in the world would be damaged, and he was even more worried that it was overqualified for use.
Unexpectedly, in Huang Xiaoniu's hands, he could actually hit the giant return cannon from a mile away.
You know, the giant returning cannon is the most powerful weapon of the Hu people, and it requires a hundred people to operate it.
Just now, Huang Xiaoniu fired just one shot. Not only did Huang Xiaoniu turn back a giant cannon, but he also wiped out a hundred barbarians.
Feng Yongcheng stepped forward and looked through the clairvoyance of the Shadowless Cannon, and saw that the original giant returning cannon was gone, and there was still a burning fire.
"Huang Weiwei, with you as a master artilleryman, the barbarians can't help but fire no matter how many times they return." He saluted Huang Xiaoniu again and said with sincere admiration.
Huang Xiaoniu looked at it with clairvoyance, shook his head and said: "Hu people are not fools. All the baffles have been installed. There will never be such a chance again."
"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's such a pity." Feng Yongcheng and Li Hua looked at each other, feeling regretful in their hearts.
Huang Xiaoniu also felt that it was a pity and couldn't help but take a closer look at the Huren's giant returning cannon.
The Hu people's giant returning artillery still couldn't help throwing out giant copycat thunder, as if mocking Huang Xiaoniu's incompetence.
Huang Xiaoniu couldn't help but became furious, turned around and asked: "Chen Yingling, what is the range of the iron artillery?"
"The range of the iron cannon is closer, only a little over 300 steps." Li Hua and Feng Yongcheng looked at each other and asked respectfully, "Watch Huang wants to use the iron cannon?"
"I want to give it a try." Huang Xiaoniu said and went ahead, carrying the Shadowless Cannon downstairs.
Li Hua hurriedly stepped forward and said to Huang Xiaoniu: "Guard Huang, I will leave this small matter to you."
After saying that, he and his assistant lifted the Shadowless Cannon and walked up the stairs to the first floor.
There had been no artillery fire on the first floor, and there was almost no smell of gunpowder smoke.
Since the entire Djinn chariot is half-egg-shaped, the space on the first floor is much wider than that on the second floor.
This design not only ensures maximum stability, but also ensures maximum safety.
This design also has very high material requirements and cannot be supported without steel bars.
It is precisely because of the extremely high requirements that Zhaojiazhuang currently only has thirty giant spirit chariots.
Ten vehicles were allocated to Wuhou Town, and ten vehicles were allocated to Dingjun Mountain.
At the same time, Wuhou Town and Dingjunshan also launched a fierce attack on the Hu people.
Zhao Ping has been waiting for a month, and waiting is today's counterattack.
There are twelve artillery positions in front, left and right of the first floor. Seeing Li Hua leading Huang Xiaoniu down, gunner Yang Rong hurriedly saluted Feng Yongcheng, Huang Xiaoniu and Li Hua.
The middle position on the first floor happened to be Yang Rong's position. Li Hua took a look and knew it.
He pointed at Yang Rong's iron artillery and said: "Changzhi (Yang Rong's character), move your gun position away."
Yang Rong looked at the shadowless cannon in Li Hua's hand. Although he didn't understand it, he immediately abandoned his cannon position.
Li Hua installed the shadowless cannon on Yang Rong's original gun position, and Huang Xiaoniu installed the clairvoyance on deputy gunner Yang De's iron artillery.
There are two best positions on the ground floor, occupied by the gunner and deputy gunner respectively.
Yang De didn't understand why Huang Xiaoniu tied clairvoyance to his iron cannon, and couldn't help but look at Li Hua.
Li Hua didn't understand what Huang Xiaoniu meant either. Huang Xiaoniu looked at Yang Rong and Yang De and asked, "Which one of you is the most accurate?"
"I'm more accurate." Yang De seemed to understand Huang Xiaoniu's thoughts and answered hurriedly.
In fact, Yang De and Yang Rong are both equally capable shooters, but Yang Rong is eager to try when he sees that he is a hunter.
Yang De actually wanted to give it a try, but his brother had already agreed, so he had no choice but to nod.
"Go quickly, target three hundred steps." Huang Xiaoniu shouted to the groom.
Rumble, rumble, as the ground shook, the Tianzi Renhao giant spirit chariot accelerated immediately.
When the Huren captain saw Tianzi Renhao rushing over first, he couldn't help but smile coldly: "Some people want to die, so I will protect you. All the giant return cannons will be fired at the monster running in front."
He controlled ten giant return cannons, and all ten return cannons fired at the Tianzi Ren together.
Boom, boom, boom, the giant copycat thunderbolts thrown by the Huihui cannon continued to explode, causing bursts of black smoke.
The horses were running fast, and suddenly some of them screamed.
The groom couldn't help but be surprised. If the horse fell down, it would become a living target.
Fortunately, the Djinn chariot did not stop, but its speed decreased. Apparently some of the horses were injured.
The observer was counting and suddenly shouted: "Three hundred steps."
Three hundred steps is the effective range of the iron artillery. Of course, the closer it is, the more powerful it is, and at the same time, it is naturally more dangerous.
Rumbling, the iron cannon shook, black smoke came out, and Yang Rong's gun fired.
The barbarian centurion stretched out half of his head from the baffle and gave instructions with narrowed eyes.
The commander of the Three Thousand Soldiers ordered not to dismantle the baffle, so Hui Hui Pao had no choice but to install the baffle on top.
Everything that has its advantages has its disadvantages. Although this ensures the safety of the return gun, the accuracy is greatly reduced.
Without the baffle, the return gun is still 30% accurate. With the baffle, it is 10% good.
Thirty-percent is still accurate for fixed objects, but now it is no less accurate than the ability to penetrate the Yangtze with a hundred steps against the constantly running giant chariots.
Fortunately, the monster tank is huge and relatively easy to target.
As for whether it can hit, that depends on whether Changshengtian can take care of it.
In desperation, the centurion had an idea and stretched out half of his head to take a closer look.
Bang bang, he suddenly felt his head shake, and his chin was hit hard by something.
The jaw is an extremely fragile organ, and tears flowed from his eyes in pain.
However, he was stubborn and did not say a word.
He retreated hastily and stared at the fender with his mouth open.
It turned out that the banging sound he heard just now was the sound of the iron artillery hitting the baffle.
A hole the size of a footbath suddenly appeared on this baffle. How did Nanman do it?
You know, Nanman is more than half a mile away from here, which makes him feel dazed.
At this time, he suddenly felt that his hand was stung by a poisonous bee, and tears almost flowed out.
The barbarian centurion forced himself not to scream, but his men did not hold back and some of them screamed.
At this time, the giant copycat thunder has risen to its highest position, waiting for the order to be launched.
At this time, they were suddenly stung by poisonous bees, causing the strength and spirit of more than thirty barbarians to suddenly disappear.
Seeing the giant mountain thunder emitting black gunpowder smoke descending sharply, the dead spirit of the barbarian centurion emerged and shouted loudly: "Run, run, it's about to explode."
Boom, boom, boom, just after the centurion ran twenty steps, the giant mountain thunder exploded.
The Huihui Cannon was immediately blown into several pieces, thrown into the air in all directions, and then fell heavily.
The centurion was hit hard in the back by the tip of the return cannon, and he fainted immediately.
Many of his men were hit by broken-down return artillery pieces after being blown up by barbarian explosives. They were either seriously injured or seriously injured.
The foreign captain's face turned pale with shock and he hurried to Nirpo's side.
"General, the Southern Barbarians have clairvoyance and can hit the Huihui cannon half a mile away. What should we do?" He pointed at the bombed Huihui cannon and asked Nirpo.
It was a puzzle that took them by surprise.
Nirpo looked at the gun that had been blown into several pieces, and with a flash of inspiration in his eyes, he said: "Take off those wooden boards, cut them into several pieces, tie them to the baffle, and strengthen the baffle."
"General, the speed may not be enough, what should I do?" The captain nodded, then frowned and asked.
The Three Thousand Captain thought for a while, looked at the small returning cannons and said, "If you take apart the small returning cannons, they won't be of much use."
"General, you are weakening our own strength. You are cutting off your own arm." The captain glanced at the small return cannons and almost cried. "Besides, the Nanman monster tanks are so powerful, how much resistance do we have?" ability?"
Nirpo frowned, glared at him, and almost shouted: "But now that the Southern Barbarians have clairvoyance, and the artillery range is farther than ours, do you have a better way?"
"General, don't you still have a chariot? Why don't we take apart the wooden boards on the chariot to protect our return artillery." The commander had already figured out a way, and he bowed his hands and said calmly.
After saying that, he looked at Nirpo intently, hoping that he would adopt it.
Nilbo was hesitant for a moment, after all, his subordinate was just suggesting.
By doing this, he actually put himself into hostility with friendly forces. After all, he was cutting off other people's flesh to replenish his own body.
The commander saw his expression changing suddenly. He suddenly knelt down, raised his hands high, and burst into tears: "General, we are the last line of defense of the Khanate. We have failed. What else can we do to resist the huge monsters of the Southern Barbarians?" car?"
Just as the commander finished speaking, another giant return cannon's baffle was shattered by a giant monster.
After learning the lesson of exploding his own cannon, all the barbarians, including the centurion, abandoned the cannon and fled in all directions.
Fortunately, the giant copycat thunder did not ignite, and there was no explosion.
However, the Hu people have been frightened out of their courage by the monster tanks and shadowless cannons of the security group, which has dealt a huge blow to their morale.
The deputy captain couldn't help being furious, and immediately led his soldiers, riding on horseback and waving their scimitars, to chase the fleeing barbarians.
Nirpo no longer hesitated, nodded to the commander, and said loudly: "You go and take apart the wood of those chariots and reinforce the cannons. I will be responsible for the consequences."
The captain couldn't help but be overjoyed and took the order and left.
"Stop." Nirpo suddenly shouted loudly.
The captain couldn't help being surprised, thinking that if Nilbo retreated before the battle, would he be able to save his life if he returned the cannon?
The commander burst into tears, bowed his hands and said to Nirpo: "General, if we dismantle our own artillery, the artillery will be destroyed."
"Idiot," Nilbo scolded, "I have said what I said, so there is no reason to go back on it. What I mean is, if the other party is unwilling, explain it to them. I believe they can understand."
What he originally said was that a gentleman's words are hard to follow, but he didn't have the Chinese proficiency, so he could only say this.
After hearing this, the captain thought, I almost broke out in a cold sweat because of you.
He bowed his hand and hurriedly went to arrange the matter of enrichment.
In fact, he was very reluctant to do this, because after all, he was the one who actually did it.
Nirpo, the captain of three thousand men, was just talking, but he was the one who ended up offending.
There is no way, who could tell that this idea came from him?
Nirpo saw the captain taking the order and left, squinting at his back.
He thought to himself that it would not be that easy for me to be fooled.
The captain led a group of men and came to the cottage chariot aggressively.
The barbarians on all the chariots were frightened, thinking that they were going to go to the battlefield.
The Nanman monster chariots are really powerful. If they can win, why should I hide here?
"General, how can we transport these firearms without vehicles?" A centurion argued with reason.
The captain smiled coldly: "Well, you are powerful, you go and fight against the Nanman."
"General, I am willing to remove the timber from the chariot and reinforce the baffles for the cannons." The centurion hurriedly changed his tune when he heard that he was told to go to the battlefield.
The commander did not let him go and continued to threaten: "You should dismantle the chariot immediately and reinforce it with artillery, otherwise the Nanman will attack immediately."
Just kidding, the monster tank firearms can kill dozens of people. They have already lost their souls, so how can they dare to go to the battlefield?
The centurion did not expect that not only would they have to cut their own flesh, but they would also have to work as free labor for others.
The centurion originally wanted to run away, but looking at the scimitars and bows in the hands of the opposing cavalry, he had no choice but to agree.
Nirpo couldn't help but feel good when he saw that the commander had solved the problem of artillery reinforcement.
He looked at the rolling giant chariots and said in his mouth: "Nanman, my position is as stable as a mountain now. I want to see how you can hit the stone with your eggs."
After saying that, he beat the drum and laughed.
