Boom, boom, boom! The stone thunder fell to the ground and exploded, and large and small pieces of gravel burst out from the smoke of gunpowder, and rushed towards the enemy with death.

Bang, Bang, Bang! Stones fell from the sky, either smashing the bandits' heads to blood, or hitting the ground to make a muffled sound, stirring up a ball of soil.

A stone thrower can throw something weighing forty or fifty kilograms to a distance of seventy or eighty meters, and as a stone bomb, no more than five kilograms, the stone thunder filled with gunpowder is only ten kilograms. In other words, a stone thrower can shoot more than ten stone bombs, at least five gunpowder thunders.

You know, eight stone throwers were arranged in the village, and only two were left on the four tops. In order to win this battle at the lowest cost, Meng Jiucheng also sacrificed his capital.

Moreover, the launch speed of the stone caster is faster than that of the bore gun. Pull down the tip arm, fix the iron hook, load the ammunition, or ignite the fire first, or smash the iron hook to fire directly. It can be launched again in just 20 or 30 seconds.

The entrance of the village was shrouded in chaos, and the unprepared bandits were killed and injured, killed and injured. Those who survived were also panicked and screamed and ran around in the choking smoke and raised soil.

Meng Jiucheng had already gotten down the big tree and came to the village entrance to command.

This round of bombardment is incomparable to later generations. The victory is sudden, and the victory is never seen by the enemy. The bandits attacking the entrance of the village have been repelled, or scared away. Now, it is time for the crossbowman to play his role.

More than fifty crossbowmen were transferred up and went straight out of the hand-held wall, set up a formation, and shot fiercely at the bandits running and screaming in the smoke and dust dozens of meters away.

Du Qi was completely stupid, his mouth was so open that it was so calm that his disgusting saliva drooled.

Mr. Qin was stunned, the fan in his hand was fixed in the air, and his eyes were like a wooden sculpture.

The bandits who cried and howled wolves kept escaping, and were still screaming when they were intact. Most of them not only lost their weapons, but also lost their will to fight.

Time seemed to stop, and the attack of the stone thrower seemed to be endless, but the smoke and dust were constantly dissipating. There was no need to use too much gunpowder and thunder, just mix it in the stone bomb to cause a huge shock.

With a horn, the stone-picker gradually stopped launching, the smoke and dust dissipated faster, and the scenery became clearer.

Most of the pointed wooden stakes and deer forts at the entrance of the village were destroyed, but more were corpses lying on the ground, wounded soldiers, and stones of all sizes.

The soldiers were driven out in groups in the village and formed a formation. The shields were nailed with wooden boards, and the weapons were relatively messy. There were all kinds of clothes, only two or three people wearing armor and helmets. When each soldier had a bright red scarf tied around his neck, it was so dazzling that it hurt the eyes of Du Qi and others.

So, Du Qi tightly pulled the reins and comforted the restless horse. In this way, his heart was shocked and his head was in chaos.

This is the mob he imagined, this is the one he wants to defeat in one go, killing the foolish and unruly people who have established authority?

A clatter came from Mr. Qin's throat, and his eyes turned, as if he had some IQ.

"Du Qi, this is your burial place." Meng Jiucheng took the horse led by the soldiers, turned over and shouted loudly: "The sword and axe master cut off all the bandits who were breathing on the ground."

There was no special knife and axe driver who beheaded the heads. Meng Jiucheng just said this casually, but he didn't expect that someone would come forward. It was the guy with an axe on his waist who volunteered to leave behind sixty or seventy migrant workers to help the battle, one of whom, but he didn't know when he ran to the front.

I saw this guy pull out the axe from his waist, observe it for a moment, and then head straight for a bandit who was lying on the ground and humming and squeezing. He swung it and slashed it. The screams sounded, and the bandit's head was split in half, and his brain was mixed with blood and splattered.

Du Qi couldn't help swallowing, feeling a cool breeze blowing on his back, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Magnificent, victorious!" There were too many stones on the ground. Meng Jiucheng carefully controlled the horse in front of the formation, waved his spear one by one, and signaled the soldiers to shout together.

"Magnificent, victorious!"

"Magnificent, victorious!"

"Magnificent, victorious!"

The shouts over and over again were still chaotic at first, but later they spoke in unison, their morale was high, and their voices shook the whole field.

The wolf smoke rose in the village, and the black pillars rushed straight into the sky, and could be seen within a radius of more than ten miles. This is a signal of the general attack. It doesn't matter whether the bandits understand clearly or not. The other two men and women moved to achieve their goal after hearing the order.

"The whole team set out and killed the bandits." Bridge south, Mu Yi, who was hiding in the woods several miles away, rose up suddenly. He had been dressed neatly and waited for a long time.

"Get together, go down the mountain to form an array, prepare to kill the thieves." On the hillside, Mu Xiaowei put on her helmet, waved her spear, and shouted loudly.

In front of the village, the stones were simply cleaned up, and several flatbed trucks were pushed out and parked in front of the formation. Several stone throwers were also pushed out and placed behind the formation.

"Du Qi, rats, dare you fight?" Meng Jiucheng seemed to be waiting to line up and clear the obstacles, but he was delaying the time. The longer the bandits hesitated, the more miserable the failure.

"General, let's retreat first-" Qin Zi glanced at Du Qi again, frightened by the dark blue color on his face and stopped talking.

Du Qi gritted his teeth and was a dilemma by Meng Jiucheng's words. After a while, he shouted in a deep voice: "Let's line up to meet the enemy, I want to kill them all."

Qin Zizhong looked around and saw more than a hundred people thrown into the village. Those who escaped were either injured or frightened. Those who stayed there saw the effect of bombardment by the stone thrower. They were greatly shocked, and the atmosphere of panic spread, and their morale was extremely depressed.

But Du Qi came from the grassroots. Although he was a little scheming, he still had the habit of the world. He was inspired by scolding and shouting, so he refused to give up.

He sighed helplessly, and Qin Zi's center of gravity was covered with an ominous shadow, and it was very strong, and he felt that there was more misfortune today.

"Where did Wei San die?" Du Qi saw that his subordinates were hesitant and hesitant, and had not finished the array for a long time, so he couldn't help but shout and scold.

"Go back, go back to the general." A bandit with wounds and blood on his head and bandaged randomly replied tremblingly, "General Wei seems to be dead!"

Du Qi's ruthless eyes fell on the bandit who was reporting the death, and he wished he could kill him with one knife. The bandit's back felt cold and licked his lips.

Qin Zizhong felt that it was necessary to suggest that one prospers and one loses, and one loses. After all, it was a group of people, and it would not be beneficial to him if he really lost.

"General——" Qin Zi pointed to the opposite side and said, "Bizhi felt that he should retreat a little and then lined up to meet the enemy. The enemy had a catapult. If he pushed forward, he would attack our army without crossing the picket area."
Chapter completed!