As the saying goes: the sky is sunny after the rain, and the first glow is after the snow.
At this moment, the sky above Shuofang City obviously does not conform to this law.
The snow had stopped before nightfall yesterday, but today, the expected sunshine did not appear as expected, and the northern sky was still covered with clouds, but with a slight paleness in between.
All this, as if God also knew that there would be a tragic battle here, with blood and corpses, and the clouds were dense and enduring.
Where there are people, there is war, and even God cannot change this.
Now that the war has begun, it will not stop easily until the blood of one side is dried.
When the war has started, it will not be diverted by the will of a certain person, and only with enough blood can we stop the fighting, stop the sword soldiers, and wear out ambition and ambition.
Zhao Wuving, now a Tang Dynasty citizen, and a member of the Shuofang City Border Army, whether it is to be loyal to the Tang Empire, or to survive the war, he has not many options, he can only find ways to drain the blood of the Turks.
The blood of the Turks in exchange for their own lives, all for the sake of survival, is understandable.
Under the command of Zhao Wudi, the eight-bull crossbow recorrected its bearing, the bowstring opened like a full moon, and a huge arrow with a cold glow was in place, and its edge locked on a return cannon.
And the pawn who operated the Eight Bull Crossbow was holding a mallet at the moment, looking excited, and he couldn't wait to knock down the bracket and launch the giant arrow.
However, just think about it, at this time, he only has the right to operate, but he does not have the right to launch the command, and he needs to wait for the order of the extremely arrogant Zhao Brigade Marshal .
"Three, two, one, launch" Zhao Wudi looked ahead and waved his hand to give the order to attack.
"Boom" With Zhao Wudi's order, the pawn swung the mallet and struck it hard, the bowstring lost its restraint, and its powerful rebound force drove the giant arrow, like a bolt of lightning to kill forward.
The sound of the strings is like a thunderbolt, and the arrows are terrifying A giant arrow shone coldly, exuding a metallic luster and sharpness, carrying an unparalleled momentum, and instantly hit a return cannon.
At this time, the return cannon happened to be transported to the firing position, and before it could move off the giant flatbed, it was hit by a huge arrow.
Moreover, the giant arrow just hit the key joint of the return cannon frame, and under the impact of the huge force, it was like destroying the withering and decaying, and the huge frame of the return gun suddenly fell apart and collapsed.
The return cannon was gone, leaving only a messy pile of wood, and even the flatbed truck had suffered from the fish in the pond and fell apart together.
In the process of collapsing, one of the broken pieces of wood was blown away, and it stabbed the back door of a bullock without dying, causing terrible consequences.
"Moo" The flowers and rain are flying, falling into bursts, and occasionally seven or eight points of residual red are scattered.
As the saying goes: the butt of a tiger cannot be touched, in fact, not only the tiger, but also the buttocks of the ox cannot be touched.
The badly battered bullock was furious, and a few roars were not enough to vent its grief and anger.
So, it moved.
It ploughed the ground with four hooves, its eyes blood-red, and it spewed a thin white gas, then let out a "moo" roar, and then stepped out of its hooves and rampaged through the snow.
Moreover, it doesn't look at it, no matter who it catches, it picks it with its horns, which is extremely arrogant.
A mad bullock rampaged through the crowd, causing chaos.
In a short time, it knocked down three return guns, killed six Turks, and wounded more than twenty.
Eventually, the Turkic horsemen, who could not bear it any longer, bent their bows and shot arrows at the mad bull and the other twenty or thirty other bullocks that had lost control under its influence, and the commotion was stopped.
A cow almost destroyed a return artillery position, and the thought made the Turks shudder.
"Color" For these pawns, the movement caused by the shot of the Eight Bull Crossbow was a bit big, unimaginably large.
Datang is an empire that can accommodate the whole world, and its mind is broad, it is an infinite ocean, and it is an infinite sky.
The Tang people are never jealous of the virtuous, only if you have the ability and knowledge, you will get their heartfelt applause.
Therefore, these pawns were all genuinely applauding Zhao Wudi, although they didn't know anything about what he said and those strange behaviors, but it didn't hinder their respect.
It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as the eight-ox crossbow can cause big trouble to the Turks.
"Come again," Zhao Wudi ordered.
This time, the Eight Bull Crossbow reoriented and locked on to a return cannon again.
Zhao Wudi didn't explain to them why they did this, the big war had begun, and it was tantamount to a fool's dream to expect to sharpen their guns in battle and teach these killers to be qualified artillerymen in a short period of time These killers don't need to understand the complicated truths, just obey his commands, and shoot the giant arrows at the Turks' return cannons.
Every time one more return cannon is destroyed, it is possible to save a section of the city wall and save the lives of several, if not dozens, border soldiers.
The eight-ox crossbow is in place, and with the rotation of the ratchet, the rope is driven to pull the bowstring to make a "crunch" sound.
"Buzz" The bowstring is full, and when the giant arrow is placed in the arrow slot, as the mallet strikes the bracket, the giant arrow blooms and is slaughtered.
Another return cannon collapsed with a bang, causing a round of cheers above the city, which lasted for a long time.
There were still many return artillery, and Zhao Wudi was not carried away by the cheers, and continued to command the launch of giant arrows, wanting to destroy all the return artillery of the Turks.
Zhao Wushu raised the hit rate of the Eight Bull Crossbow to a terrifying height, and it actually reached five hits out of ten.
Looking at Xue Na's burning eyes in the city gate tower, it is conceivable that after the end of this battle, Zhao Wushu will definitely be forced to hand over the secret.
As long as the power of the Eight Bull Crossbow can be increased several times, even if it is at any cost, Xue Na thinks that it will be earned.
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The Turks are not stupid, how can they not attract the attention of the higher levels and send people to find out the reason for the fact that the return artillery has turned into broken wood one after another The cause was quickly found, and all the sources pointed to the eight-ox crossbow near the city gatehouse.
The Turks fought back and forth with the Tang Dynasty for decades, and they were no strangers to the Tang Army's eight-ox crossbows.
It was a weapon against cavalry, powerful enough to pin a galloping horse to the ground.
It's just that the accuracy of the Eight Bull Crossbow is really limited, and it is obviously aimed at the target, but after the giant arrow is launched, the result is said to be "a millimeter of difference, a thousand miles of loss", of course, it is an exaggeration, but it is normal to miss a few feet.
In this way, it is naturally not a problem to use the eight-ox crossbow to deal with the cavalry charge, and with such a dense formation, you will not miss even if you throw a stone.
However, it is incredible that you can use the Eight Bull Crossbow to attack the return cannon from a long distance, and you can still achieve a fifty percent hit rate, and one arrow can destroy one Eight bull crossbows, when did it have such a high hit rate: