Chapter 57: Drum down

After spending more than two hours, a wheeled horse was pushed up to 150 meters outside the Rat Rat Village, and sandbags were piled up to improve the defense. Such care was taken to protect the last two trebuchets that were the focus of attack.
Waiting for all the defenses to be laid out is equivalent to abolishing the heavy crossbow on the wall of the Rat Village. The pariahs who control the trebuchet can rest at ease behind the wall of horses and work.
The light weight trebuchet is more than three meters high and the arm length is five or six meters. It uses the leverage effect to throw out about five kilograms of stones. Chillwind City's craftsman president Wilson was responsible for the creation of the thing, and he now directs the attack.
The trebuchet is easy to say, the key is that the stones thrown are picked randomly, and the weight is not consistent. This lost precision is a metaphysics. Wilson could only classify roughly the same stones and then test fire.
The first test shot was quite accurate and fell directly into the rat village. Then a few more stones were fired, and the landing points were different, but the damage caused was basically zero.
This is a bit far from the expected state of destruction!
The chiefs and armed attendants of the onlookers all had refreshments. In this way of play, let alone capture the Mouse Rat Village in one day, it will not be possible in ten days. By that time the Schroder leader in the village could build the house with the stones that had been thrown in.
As the mood of the crowd floated, Wilson, who was in charge of the trebuchet, finally had a more accurate grasp of the weights and stones of different weights. He waved at the servant behind him, "Bring the old Borg's jar up."
The atmosphere of the trebuchet position suddenly became tense when he heard the old Borg's jar.
The servant who was assigned to pick up the jars turned pale in a moment, and ran trembling more than 20 meters away, holding a clay pot tied with a twine from a carriage.
The loops of hemp are designed to prevent bumps during transportation from breaking the pot. But this is the case. The servant holding the clay pot felt that his hands weighed more than a thousand pounds, and he was sweating and softened within a few steps.
"Damn, I want you to be careful, not to make you scared to move."
Seeing that the servant's fingers were white, Wilson knew that these idiots were stupid. He quickly stepped forward and took over the clay pot and put it into the net of a trebuchet.
Near the trebuchet, everyone's eyes were on the humble pottery.
After adjusting the weight of the trebuchet, Wilson personally stepped on the launch pedal. Hundred kilograms of counterweights are centered on the circular axis of the beam and fall from a high point. The potential energy is converted into kinetic energy, and the swing arm at the other end is sharply upturned by the leverage moment.
The pocket net hanging on the swing arm drew an arc and projected the clay pot placed inside.
The earthen pots tied with hemp ropes rolled in the air with a whistling wind, flying over a distance of more than a hundred meters, and after a few seconds they smashed and fell on the wall of the Rat Rat Village and crashed.
The barbarian in the village has been subjected to several rounds of stone bombs, and although he is suffocated behind the duokou, he is also safe. At most, some houses in the village were hit and damaged, which is nothing.
This time there was another black stone coming across. Schroeder and others were chatting in dugouts, and they were joking when they heard a broken sound. How to revenge fiercely after the solution.
But after a while, an extremely foul odor spread.
Schroder didn't know what new jokes were made, he and his men were opening their mouths to inhale, one by one. Suddenly, he breathed into his lungs, and everyone's face changed. He quickly covered his mouth and nose, and wanted to spit out the breath he had just inhaled.
But some barbarians exhaled and suddenly felt dizzy.
Smelly, it's so smelly!
This stinking smell makes people sweat cold and pale with only a little breath.
The stench spread, and the people in the rat village immediately flew around like rats found in the lair, rushing around.
Even Schroeder screamed and held his breath quickly. He didn't care about telling a joke anymore, he kept running around, and couldn't bear the smelly attack, so he wanted to find a place with fresh air to hide.
Then there was a call in the air, and he cracked and listened to something broken.
Schroeder could see clearly this time. What was thrown in was a clay pot, and a shit-yellow gas came out after being broken. It's this thing, it's so stupid!
Wow yeah
People can't eat, drink, sleep, or pee, you can't help but breathe!
The barbarian in the Rat Rat Village had been avoiding well, and all of them would jump up and there would be nowhere to run because of the stench. Taking a breath, all the internal organs are tumbling, just like having spent ten years in hell.
Someone was yelling, some people were flushed with suffocation. Some people in the stench could not plan to make a hole in the ground, some people had nowhere to escape and jumped into the village well.
The village soon smelled of stinks, and the barbarians couldn't stay and fled through the walls themselves. They were basically smoked with weak hands and feet. They hurried away without even carrying weapons. They only wanted to change their places to catch their breath, otherwise they would breathe their eyes and die.
The stench drifted along with the wind, and even Zhou Qingfeng could smell it over a hundred meters. For example, Fei Zhe and others only smelled a little bit, their expressions changed suddenly, and they were afraid to say that the two tremors were afraid.
Look at those gangsters who escaped from Wolverine Village. The big guys are sympathetic to the dwarf witch doctor Old Bog. I do n’t know what the hell.
I do not know when, Zhou Qingfeng also covered his nose and came immediately. He ordered in a deep voice: "What are you doing? The enemy has collapsed. Trumpet, all out, go and catch someone. Toss all morning for this moment, the enemy has become soft-footed shrimp."
Fei Zhe and others immediately rejoiced. They have lived and died in the Black Forest for so many years. They have experienced all kinds of hard battles, but today is the easiest one.
The sturdy walls didn't do anything, and a few stinking jars let the minds and stone-hard barbarians run out on their own.
Fei Zhe raised his whip and shouted to his subordinates and armed attendants: "Follow me, go and catch those barbarians. See how fast they run, and I must be happy today."
This throat made everyone laugh, but just laughed a few times and then shut up. The odor coming from the village head was getting stronger and stronger, and some people in the rat village were even fainted. Fei Zhe and others felt great discomfort.
Schroeder, furiously furious, escaped, running like a headless fly. He didn't have time to curse the debris that threw stink bombs at his village, just wanted to find a place to breathe some fresh air, and even wanted to take out his lungs to air.
It's too smelly!
Super invincible smell!
When his eyes smelled like Venus, Schroeder felt his arms and body tighten, a rope sleeve fell on him, and dragged him to him. He immediately wanted to struggle, but he took a stinky odor that caused him to lose strength and unable to resist.
The rope sleeve tightened, and Schroeder's body became unstable, and he was dragged away like a dead dog on the ground.
After being dragged for more than two hundred meters, I heard someone shouting proudly: "Her Hugo, I am very honored to introduce to you that the leader of the Mouse Rat Village has been caught by me."
After being dragged for a while, Schroeder felt that the air he breathed was much better. He gradually regained his strength, and his two arms tried to break free. As a result, I heard several bursts of drinking, plus a series of snoring sounds of swords.
Many people are yelling, "Schroder, the despicable human traitor, dare to resist with your little power. In the presence of the great Lord Hugo, your smallness is like fireflies, except to surrender you No choice. "
Schroder was like a sleepy beast. He raised his head after panting and roared, "I am a powerful Schroder, an invincible Schroder. You can kill me, and never let me surrender!"
Among the crowds surrounding them, everyone was full of vigor, but their eyes were all contempt for a man who was defeated by the stench. What could be terrible?
I saw a young man in the crowd, covering his mouth and nose and looking at the barbarian chief, waving his hand in disgust, saying, "Going to take a bath, especially brushing your teeth, is too stinky. I hate not talking about hygiene People. "