Boom, boom, smoke and dust billowing.
Although they are only small-scale returning artillery, there are many of them, and their momentum should not be underestimated.
The Tianzi Ren took the lead in attacking, and its target was these small returning artillery pieces.
Yang Rong looked closely at the clairvoyant eye, his palms full of sweat.
Although this small return cannon is not as powerful as the giant return cannon, it also has a characteristic that it is relatively compact.
Since the return cannon was far away and the giant chariot was running at high speed, it was difficult to aim.
Giant returning cannons are difficult to aim, and small returning cannons are even more difficult to aim.
Its size is only one-fifth of the giant return cannon, and its target is far less obvious than the giant return cannon, making it more difficult to shoot.
Now the Djinn chariot is running at high speed. Although it is equipped with shock absorbers, it still has an impact.
The observer's palms were also sweaty and he was counting nervously.
Don't ignore the observer. His number of steps determines the offensive and defensive methods of the Djinni Chariot and when to attack.
Because observers are so important, there are observers on every floor.
The observer is equivalent to the gunner's assistant, providing data for the gunner's decision-making, so there must be an observer on each floor.
"Three hundred steps," shouted the observer.
The range of the Hu people's small returning artillery is two hundred paces, and it is still beyond its range.
The Shadowless Cannon and Iron Cannon of the Giant Spirit Chariot can hit it, but the barbarians' returning cannons cannot knock down the Giant Spirit Chariot.
Yang Rong decided to give it a try and told his assistant: "Light it up."
The assistant lit the fuse, and the iron cannon made a banging sound, followed by black smoke.
Although the Hu people's small returning artillery pieces were side by side, they were not closely together.
They are about five steps apart, so it is impossible to hit the target with just one shot. You must aim.
After Yang Rong launched it, he looked at it with his clairvoyance and found that it didn't hit. He couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.
"Report to Guard Huang, my subordinate missed." Yang Rong bowed his hand to Huang Xiaoniu and said sheepishly.
Seeing him shaking his head, Huang Xiaoniu put down the Shadowless Cannon and came over to take a look.
After looking at it, Huang Xiaoniu nodded: "It is indeed too far and the target is small."
"Continue." After comforting Yang Rong, she ordered again.
"Boom." Yang Rong fired again, and as black smoke came out, the iron artillery shook.
After the sound of the cannon, Yang Rong looked carefully with his clairvoyance and shook his head.
"Report to Guard Huang, my subordinate missed the target." Yang Rong was embarrassed to report.
At this time, the observer had already reported the distance: "Two hundred and fifty steps."
Huang Xiaoniu looked at it with his clairvoyance and found that it did not hit the center, but the right corner.
"This was much smaller than before, and progress has been made. Keep working hard." Huang Xiaoniu nodded and encouraged:
Yang Rong felt a little uneasy because he didn't expect Huang Xiaoniu to continue to let him beat him.
He took a deep breath, fired another shot, looked over, and shook his head.
Yang Rong was uneasy and reported to Huang Xiaoniu: "Report to Huang Guard, it only hit the left corner."
"Continue, this is already difficult to fight." Huang Xiaoniu nodded and encouraged Yang Rong.
Yang Rong lost confidence in himself and waved to Yang De: "Brother, come and try."
Yang De was already eager to try, and nodded when he heard his brother's greeting.
He took a deep breath and stared at the Hu people's small return cannon, just one cannon.
"Report to Guard Huang, the villain only hit the upper left corner." Yang De was embarrassed to report.
"Two hundred paces soon," warned the observer. "Twenty paces to go."
Sure enough, at this time, the Hu people's small returning artillery began to fire.
Boom, boom, boom, the Huren's medium-sized copycat thunder continued to explode in front of the war horse, and ceramic shards were already splashed in front of the war horse.
Fortunately, these war horses were wearing masks and leather armor, so it didn't have much impact.
Huang Xiaoniu encouraged: "Keep on working hard. The target is too small and it is difficult to achieve."
She also knew that the distance between the two sides was very far, almost half a mile, and the other party's goal was small, so she couldn't ask for too much.
Even so, Yang De was still embarrassed and did not expect that it would be so difficult to fight now.
He took another deep breath, said nothing, and gathered all his energy together.
Bang bang, another shot was fired.
While Yang De was playing, he observed through his clairvoyance and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Hit the target."
Huang Xiaoniu immediately hit the target, nervously anticipating the result.
Rumble, and soon a puff of smoke suddenly appeared from the small return cannon.
Apparently, the Hu man who was firing the small reciprocating cannon was hit by Huang Xiaoniu, and their medium-sized copycat thunder exploded himself.
"Two hundred steps, we are already within the range of the Hu people's small returning artillery." At this time, the observer made a warning sound.
Although Yang Rong heard it with his ears, it didn't enter his heart at all. All his thoughts were already on the iron artillery.
At this time, Yang Rong had already finished filling it, and immediately tied up the clairvoyant and shot it again.
When he saw it through his clairvoyance, he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "I hit the mark."
Li Hua followed closely with a shot, but to his disappointment, no explosion occurred now.
"It turns out that this barbarian who returned fire has escaped." Yang Rong looked at it through clairvoyance, and was surprised and happy in his heart.
Huang Xiaoniu couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted sweetly: "Keep going, keep firing."
Boom, boom, boom, suddenly several medium-sized copycat thunders exploded in front of and to the left and right of the Tianzi Renhao.
Li Hua couldn't help but suddenly turned pale. It was the first time that he was hit by people from the front, left, and right. He didn't know if this giant spirit chariot could bear it.
The chariot swayed from side to side, and everyone automatically grabbed the handles of the chariot without Huang Xiaoniu's orders.
"What happened to the war horses?" Li Hua asked hurriedly when he heard the screams of the two war horses.
Chen Nan immediately replied: "Two war horses were injured, and the impact is not significant so far."
Li Hua breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the war horse was fine.
Rumble, this time it was Yang De's shot, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the car again.
Fortunately, the giant spirit chariot was still running, and the smell of gunpowder smoke quickly disappeared.
Huang Xiaoniu followed up with another shot, and lead bullets shot out like raindrops.
She just ejaculated purely based on her feelings, and she didn't know what the result would be.
Yang De quickly reported the result: "Hit the target."
With a rumble, black smoke suddenly appeared from the barbarian camp opposite. It turned out that the barbarians were launching medium-sized thunderbolts, but they were detonated by themselves.
"Keep going." Huang Xiaoniu was happy and ordered to keep going.
At this time, the observer made a cold voice, "There are only one hundred and eighty steps away from the barbarians returning the artillery fire."
The firing range of the Hu's medium-sized returning artillery is two hundred steps. The closer the distance, the more it will be a test for both sides.
Because the hit rate of both sides is getting higher and higher, it also means that the threat to the other side is also getting bigger and bigger.
Li Hua couldn't help but frown and turned his attention to Feng Yongcheng.
The person with the highest rank in the car is Feng Yongcheng. Feng Yongcheng can at least suggest what to do next?
Although Huang Xiaoniu is the personal bodyguard of the little saint, she has the highest ranking as a deputy general, not as good as Feng Yongcheng, a general.
If Feng Yongcheng makes a suggestion, Huang Xiaoniu must consider it more or less.
Feng Yongcheng and Li Hua just exchanged glances, but he did not make a sound.
He is the disciple of the Little Saint, and Huang Xiaoniu should be regarded as his future half-master.
In the future half of the master's wife has not spoken, how can he dare to speak.
Huang Xiaoniu felt that she should explain that although she was a guard, her rank was not as good as Feng Yongcheng's.
She looked at the two people and explained her reasons: "The power of the medium-sized Hui Hui Artillery Copycat Thunder is only one-fifth that of the giant Copycat Thunder. The giant Copycat Thunder has already withstood it, so the material should not be a problem."
"You can continue to attack." Feng Yongcheng was waiting for her words and nodded to express his support.
In fact, Huang Xiaoniu is not sure of winning, and she also has a gambler's heart in her heart.
The giant copycat thunder had already withstood it, but she didn't believe it couldn't withstand the power of these small returning cannons, which were only 20% of their original power.
She was gambling, and she was Feng Yongcheng's half master's wife in the future. As a disciple, Feng Yongcheng had no choice but to continue gambling with her.
Li Hua didn't know that Huang Xiaoniu and Feng Yongcheng were gambling, but he had no way to object.
Although he couldn't object, he couldn't help but think in his heart: "Although the Hu people's small returning cannon is not as powerful as the giant returning cannon, it can't hold up in large numbers. It is dozens of times more powerful than ours."
He thought so in his heart, but his expression must not be shown, and he also made a voice of approval: "Continue to attack."
Hearing that Li Hua agreed to the attack, the groom Chen Nan shouted loudly: "Yes."
With the sound of "drive", the Tianzi Ren raised up bursts of dust and continued to rush towards the Hu people's small return artillery.
The two giant spirit chariots, Tianzi Xinhao and Tianzi Guihao, have always been led by Tianzi Renhao, so they naturally followed them.
The three giant chariots ran side by side, the cannons rumbling, black smoke bursting, dust flying, and the momentum was overwhelming.
They were running and firing.
There are a total of 63 iron artillery and shadowless cannons in the three tanks. Black smoke is constantly rising, full of strong fighting spirit.
There were more Hu people, and ninety chariots were divided into three rows, constantly throwing medium-sized mountain thunder.
Although the Hu people's small returning cannon is not as fast as the Shadowless Cannon and Iron Cannon of the Giant Spirit Chariot, it is more powerful.
The medium-sized imitation thunderbolts were launched one after another next to the giant spirit chariot, exploding with a rumble and producing thick black smoke.
The fire and thunder of the Djinn chariot's cannons, coupled with the fire and thunder of the copycat thunder, make the Djinn chariot more thrilling.
On the contrary, the Huihui artillery position has not yet been attacked by the cyclone cannon of the security group, but appears to be safer than the Djinn chariot.
"Nanman, if you want to die now, I will help you." The barbarian captain couldn't help laughing when he saw that there were only three giant spirit chariots rushing towards him.
The captain of his personal soldiers looked at the three lonely giant chariots and hurriedly flattered them: "General, the Southern Barbarians are dead this time."
"Warriors, you have more than eighty return guns, and the southern barbarians only have three monsters. As long as you target these southern barbarians, they will be finished in no time." The captain beat the drum and laughed.
Perhaps in response to the captain's words, three small replicas of the thunder cannons exploded in front and on both sides of the three giant chariots.
