The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven spare? If Yuan Shao and Master Yuan knew about it underground, they would probably have a smile on their lips!

In the Battle of Guandu, dozens of giant Hui guns showed off on the land of China for the first time, and they showed their own ferocity. The good coals on the Central Plains were burned red and placed in the funnel. Then they smashed the wedges hard and shot them out with this heinous heavy trench.

The sky was filled with fire rain, dragging its black ominous tails, and landed fiercely on the heads of Yuan Jun, who were charging in groups of people. In a shrill scream, the battle that day was as magical as the war of the end of the world.

Now, it fell on his head, and the same burning hot coal blocks hit Wang Hou's elite legion's head. Several kilograms of hot coal blocks hit the armor at a terrifying acceleration. It seemed like a sound of a thunderous iron yard. No matter how strong and hard the helmet was, it could not withstand this huge force. The coal blocks hit the head. Even the trained heavy infantry had a slash and tilted their necks, and it was so soft that they were gone on the ground.

The more lucky chest, shoulders or thighs were smashed into a big depression, and they immediately lay on the ground and howled in pain. The burned red coal splattered into their necks. The Guanzhong soldiers were also scorching in their hands. The orderly Liangzhou Legion was attacked by a cannon fire, and it seemed like a chaotic group.

However, the iron-like discipline under long-term training was revealed. Chang'an Military Academy at all levels came out. Officers who had received various emergency training quickly pressed their swords and bounced up. With the order, the heavy infantry arrays that were originally densely lined up also became sparse. The health soldiers dragged the wounded backwards, and the light infantry holding double bows and steel crossbows were driven forward, aiming at the Nanzhong cannon fodder army, which had been hit by long-range strikes, were shot on the heads of the Nanzhong cannon fodder army, which had been hit by a long-range strike.

After a moment of chaos, the legion of ten thousand people once again restored its true nature as a war machine!

This wave of cannon fire attack also made Wang Hou depressed, which was really beyond his expectations. In his opinion, Zhuge Liang's Huihuan was used to attack the castle cannon group on the top of his right head. As a result, Comrade Zhuge was not moral in martial arts! He did not play according to the rules, and the big coal block was smashed. He slipped down from the eight-person chair for cup-filling cups and shrank under the chair.

Seeing that the first wave of roaring attacks ended, there was nothing wrong with his chair, Wang Hou gritted his teeth and climbed up onto the chair like Master Cao, and roared in anger.

"Tell me the garrison guard Tian Khailu, and fire immediately, so that Zhuge Villager's wife and rats can finish their juice!"

In fact, Wang Hou didn't need to call him. On the castle fortress dozens of meters above his head, the Chencang Fort defenders who were one step slower were already extremely ashamed to adjust the unit faster. Immediately afterwards, the roar of artillery fire, which was truly like the Wrath of Thunder God, sounded overwhelmingly, shocking the mountains seemed to rustle.

The harsh whistling air made the eardrums itchy. The Shu army's rear gunners were still shouting and pulling the heavy gun arms. Round lead bullets dragging Bai Yan'er had already pierced into them, and loud screams filled with noise.

Crack~ A lead bullet accurately pierced the right side of the cannon to the left side. The solid wooden board was crispy like a biscuit under terrifying acceleration. The bearings of the catapult inside were all broken. On the other side, as the shell penetrated, the splashed wood chips were thrust out like flying knives. A large area of ​​Shu army wearing light armor fell into a pool of blood.

A Shu army with a wooden face was covered in blood, his eyes were filled with blood. He wanted to cover his face but could not, and his hands were trembling as if they were wild beasts.

It seemed that even the gods could not bear to see the miserable pain. The next second, another shell landed on the tall Huihui cannon. The heavy wooden frame fell down with a bang, and the sky filled with smoke and dust.

This is why Wang Hou abandoned the Huihui cannon and insisted on building the cannons no matter what. On the top of the city, the most powerful and farthest imitation red-clothed cannon can shoot six to eight miles, but only one ton. The field cannons are basically about 1,200 to 1,500 kilograms, and the lightest one of a Huihui cannon is two or three tons. The average cannon like Zhuge Liang is about 8 to 10 tons.

Put it there and is the target of moving!

Wang Hou thought that Zhuge Liang should use these reciprocity guns to attack the fortress on the mountain, but it was not that Zhuge Liang did not speak of martial ethics and did not play according to the principles. In this era, castles are all defensive, and who would have thought that they have an offensive role? Under habitual thinking, Zhuge Liang naturally defeated Wang Hou's defenders first, and then attacked the fortress with a giant catapult.

But Zhuge Liang did not expect that after spending a huge amount of manpower and material resources, he had to pull the battlefield to the Guandu battlefield artifact on the battlefield turned into ruins in just one round. Listening to the overwhelming roar in the rear army and the screams of Shura like the birth of the world, the Prime Minister of Shu Han's hands holding the goose feather fan were twitching with blue veins.

I guess what he was thinking at this time was that he was bright and what he was like!

However, if Zhuge Liang made another choice, he would still throw the Huihuan on Wang Hou's head. If he bombarded the Chen Cangbao Fort, the fate of being destroyed after a few rounds of confrontation was also a destiny. It would be better to make a few holes in the indestructible Wei army's Tielin formation.

At this time, the strategic effect was also revealed. After another rain of arrows, most of the Southern Barbarians, who had been killed or injured, finally fought fiercely with the Liangzhou Corps in another sparse formation.

"The crossbowman is ready! Shoot!"

Ci was not in charge of the army, and Zhuge Liang's cold blood was revealed on the battlefield at this time. Following the central army, the heavy Zhuge crossbow pulled by the wooden ox and horse finally reached its range. He did not care that his cannon fodder troops were still entangled with the Liangzhou army. He held the goose feather fan and ordered loudly.

In the crisp sound of the wood colliding, the neat central crossbow soldiers held back. The heavy crossbowman standing on the back of the huge wooden cow also raised the crossbow guard upward and high as the water well. The next second, the hula bamboo arrows rose up like a bird returning to the nest.

"Ahhhhhhh~"

Another shrill scream came from the front line. Although the crossbow soldiers covered the front line basically the Liangzhou Legion that had already extended forward, the Nanzhong barbarians who were fighting with short weapons were inevitably shot to the back.

Several strong men were fighting desperately with the heavy infantrymen who formed a triangular formation with five axes and guns. Suddenly, a severe pain came from behind, and his strong body directly hit the ground in pain.

"Zhuge Liang!!!"

A certain chief of the Southern Central who was rushing forward with his tribe with hope was also accidentally injured by a heavy crossbow. He thrust on the ground with blood squirting out his mouth. His resentful roar made people feel goose bumps.

But this was also the ultimate sound of him in the world. Next, the Liangzhou heavy infantry who had been fighting with him for a long time calmly shot the crossbow arrow that was stuck on the small leather shield on his left arm, and then suddenly raised his gun and axe. With the crackling sound, I don’t know if it was Meng Huo, Mulu King or the big head of a well-known leader, and it rolled down like a watermelon.

With his head down, his left arm tried to block in front as much as possible. The brim of the iron hat and the heavy armor on his body ping-pong sounded, and the Wei army was still fighting. At this time, the heavy cannon on Chen Cangbao on his head was a quietly moving muzzle...
Chapter completed!