Whether it is throwing stones or charcoal, the essence remains the same: throwing things out.
And the range is only about 200 meters. Unless the city wall is covered with this thing, it won't have much effect at all.
Diaosi and keyboard warriors all have a common problem, that is, they always use their lack of knowledge to label things that they have little understanding of. The same is true for Chu Qing, so he was greatly disappointed.
"Brother Mo, first of all, what I want is not a city defense weapon. I want to destroy Liang Rong. If I want to destroy Liang Rong, I have to go to the pass, not hide behind the wall."
Looking at the cuttlefish, Chu Qing said angrily: "Secondly, even if it is to defend the city, what is the use of this thing? If it can be thrown seven or eight hundred meters, three or four hundred feet, then that's fine. Let's do it with Liang Rong. Over the past hundred years, there have only been a handful of times when Liang Rong invaded, but it was because of civil strife and the lack of food and grass supply in the rear that the border troops failed to hold the wall."
Leaning on the borrowed car, Chu Qing sighed: "Give me some individual weapons for individual soldiers, such as the divine arm crossbow, which can be taken to the grassland to kill people. Do you have any in the Mo family?"
"For the military?"
"right."
"For exiting customs?"
"right."
Cuttlefish showed a thoughtful expression, frowned and asked: "What kind do you want?"
"Is it best if one person can do a job for a hundred people?"
Cuttlefish couldn't laugh or cry: "One person kills a hundred people?"
"Yes, is there?"
Cuttlefish shook his head: "No."
"What about the one who killed fifty people?"
"No."
Chu Qing squinted his eyes: "If one person kills ten people, then kill ten people. You should have it."
Cuiyu still shook his head: "No."
"Damn, what do you have?"
"One person can defeat a hundred people, so don't have any wishful thinking, but..."
Chu Qing became excited: "But what?"
"One person can kill two or three people, but there are."
"That's okay." Chu Qing's eyes shone: "It's okay to kill two or three people quickly. It's just for use. What is it?"
Cuttlefish: "God Arm Crossbow."
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San looked at Chu Qing and suggested: "Master, tie him to this projection vehicle and throw him out."
"Borrow a car!" Cuttlefish yelled, craning his neck: "Borrow a car, borrow a car, this is called borrowing a car, I, the Mo family, borrow a car."
"Oh." Fu San: "Then I'll tie him up in a borrowed car and throw him out."
Chu Qing nodded and said, "I think it's okay to let you experience the feeling of flying normally."
"Wait a minute."
Cuiyu's expression changed slightly, and then he slapped his forehead, revealing an extremely strange and even vulgar smile, and looked straight at Chu Qing with his eyes.
"You...want to fly?"
"fly?"
"That's right. Do you want to fly to the nine heavens?"
Chu Qing's expression moved slightly: "Does your Mo family have something that can make people fly?"
"good."
"How to fly."
Cuiyu pointed at the borrowed car: "Tie you to it and throw you out."
“…”
Cuiyu laughed: "Of course not, but using the Mo family's mechanism technique."
"You are so funny, do your adults know?"
Fu San was very excited: "What kind of thing is it? Can it really soar to the nine heavens?"
Cuiyu waved his hand: "Here, bring me paper and pen."
After finishing the sentence, there was silence behind the wall.
Cuttlefish looked at Fu San, and Fu San looked at Cuttlefish.
Finally, the cuttlefish turned and ran away to find paper and pen.
Chu Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "Why does this old man act like he's sick every day? Why is there so much drama?"
Fu San nodded.
Who says it's not the case? Someone comes here to get pen and paper, but I don't have any legs?
Chu Qing shouted: "You can just paint in the military camp, we will go there."
Cuiyu ran into the military camp without saying a word, and Chu Qing and Fu San followed.
After entering Ruishi Camp, I randomly found a military tent. Cuiyu found some paper and pen, lay down on the table and began to write and draw.
Chu Qing sat on the stool, crossed his legs and said, "You'd better make a jet for me, or else give me back the five hundred thousand yuan as soon as possible."
Cuttlefish didn't bother him at all. He took out several rulers of different sizes from the small cloth bag he carried and continued to write and draw.
Fu San stretched out his head and glanced, but couldn't understand. He turned back to look at Chu Qing: "Master, what is he doing?"
"What else can I do, just make a wooden kite."
“What is a wooden kite?”
"It's a bit like a bird. People are below it and it can fly. It has wings made of bamboo or iron pieces on both sides. It has to take off from a high place. It's called a wooden kite."
Cuiyu suddenly turned his head and stared at Chu Qing closely, with a look of shock on his face: "How did you know?"
Chu Qing was happy: "Isn't it this thing or something else? You don't really want to get me a jet, do you?"
With a "thump", Cuiyu suddenly rushed in front of Chu Qing: "Who are you?"
The third brother scooped the cuttlefish back up with a look of caution on his face.
Cuiyu was shocked and incomprehensible: "Why do you know my Mo family's mechanism skills, know the word Mu Yuan, and why do you know what I am thinking?"
"Brother, that's the only thing your Mo family is famous for. No, that's the only thing that's famous. The most widely circulated one is Mu Yuan. I've read a lot of books since I was a child. Why don't I know that?"
Fu San glanced sideways at his young master.
He didn't think the words "well-read" were related to his young master.
Cuiyu obviously didn't believe it either: "The world knows very little about the Mohist Wood Kite. Even if it is known, it is mentioned with disapproval and scorn. The only one who knows its appearance is me, a descendant of the Mohist family. Why do you know so clearly?"
Chu Qing shrugged: "Well-read."
"What book are you reading?"
""How Iron Man Was Made"."
Cuiyu's face was filled with doubts: "Why have I never heard of this book?"
"Whether you want to draw or not? If you don't draw, my third brother and I went back to sleep. How could there be so much nonsense?"
Cuiyu stared at Chu Qing, his expression gloomy and uncertain.
As he said, the Mohist wooden kite can indeed carry people flying, but it is not as exaggerated as people say. It takes three years to complete in one day, and it cannot fly for several days and nights. In fact, it was later improved by Lu Ban.
, using roasted and bent bamboo as the skeleton, it is indeed possible to hang short people from it and fly, but it only needs the help of wind and height.
After the decline of the Mohist family, when people mentioned Mu Yuan, I cannot say that most people, but everyone, thought it was nonsense.
From the beginning to the end, he never mentioned the word wooden kite. Chu Qing not only knew that what he wanted to draw was a wooden kite, but he could also tell in a few words what it looked like. This had to shock Cuiyu. In addition to shock, there was also
Suspicion.
The two people looked at each other, and the atmosphere was anxious, dangerous and charming.
After looking at each other for a long time, Chu Qing still had the same expression and yawned.
Cuiyu finally gave up. He couldn't see the answer or any explanation on Chu Qing's face. He could see tiredness and the need for a beating.
After muttering something in a low voice, Cuiyu returned to the desk and continued to draw.
Chu Qing laughed, stood up and looked over, and was confused by this look.
It's pretty much what I thought, it's the Mohist Wooden Kite, like a big kite.
But it was different from what he thought, because there was a "cover" on this thing, which was a bit like a flying wing.
