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Chapter 734

Words:2470Update:22/06/18 02:37:08

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"Everyone else, get out of the way!"

"Ready!"

"Fire!"

… …

At the place where the battle on the walls was the most intense, several black-armored soldiers were kneeling on the ground, their swords drawn and pointing forward.

Twang!

The bowstring vibrated, and with a heaven-shaking boom, the air was pierced through. A long black arrow instantly crossed the distance of more than three hundred zhang, piercing through a White Brave who had just climbed up the wall. The enormous force of the arrow lifted him off the ground, over the wall, and into the depths of the night.

"Ballistae! Careful!"

On the walls, a tall and muscular White Braves paled when he saw the massive machine behind the black-armored soldiers.

On the battlefield, ballistae were always the greatest threat to cavalry. No matter how many hardening and defensive arrays the Ouzan soldiers had added to their plate armor, they could not stop the nightmare of the battlefield, the ballistae.

No one had expected Wang Chong to use these ballistae, which lacked variety and accuracy, on the walls of the walls.

Unlike the open battlefield where two armies fought, the walls of the City of Steel were cramped and didn't have enough room to maneuver. Moreover, the thirty-some zhang distance made it very difficult for the White Braves to dodge the ballistae.

"Dodge!"

"Careful!"

… …

The White Braves were all stunned. Although Wang Chong had only placed four ballistae on the walls, they were far more intimidating than any number of soldiers could ever hope to match.

Being hit by a ballista meant certain death.

All the White Braves felt apprehensive and immediately felt their hands and feet bound, unable to move at all.

"Roooar! Let me! I'll go kill them! "

A White Brave roared in Ouzan, his expression savage. He unsheathed his scimitar and leapt into the air, attempting to quickly change his trajectory and kill the black-armored soldiers while simultaneously destroying the ballistae.

But this White Brave elite had only moved a few dozen feet when a pitch-black ballista bolt pierced through his chest and sent his corpse crashing into the city wall nearly a hundred zhang away.

"Next!"

"Ready!"



The commander commanding the four ballistae had a steely expression, his face as calm as ever. After killing the White Braves, he immediately reloaded the ballistae, adjusted the direction, and began a second volley.

These soldiers operating the ballistae seemed ordinary, but they were actually elites that Wang Chong had selected from the Annan Protectorate. At the same time, Wang Chong was conducting a new round of ballistae experiments.

The greatest flaw of a ballista was that it was straightforward and lacked variation, making it easy for an opponent to dodge. Moreover, the cost of producing a ballista bolt was extremely high, so Wang Chong decided to try something new.

He would select soldiers with exceptional talent in operating ballistae and form squads to make up for the poor accuracy of the ballistae. At the same time, this outstanding ballista team would be able to maximize the power of the ballistae.

From the looks of it, Wang Chong's experiment was clearly effective.

But the only problem was that ballistae were weapons of war controlled by the Imperial Court. Wang Chong could make ballistae bolts in large quantities, but he could not casually make ballistae.

Even these four ballistae had been something that Wang Chong had applied for through The King of Song's influence in the Imperial Court.

Bang!

Boom after boom resounded through the City of Steel, echoing far into the night. Although only four ballistae had been transferred from the walls, under the control of the ballista teams, they were able to fire extremely quickly.

The firing speed of these four ballistae was equivalent to thirty or forty ballistae. The White Braves on the walls were almost completely suppressed by the ballistae.

Some of the White Braves tried to use other soldiers as cover, but it was clear that they had underestimated the accuracy of these four ballista teams. Once the ballistae were calibrated, it didn't matter how they tried to hide, as long as they revealed the slightest opening, they would be hit.

The appearance of these four ballistae instantly changed the course of the battle on the walls.

"Wonderful! I knew that Marquis would have a way! "

"No wonder Marquis didn't move. He predicted this all along!"

"Hahaha, Marquis's foresight is divine. Not even the Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao are a match for him, so how could these enemies stop him?!"

"Haha, who was it just now that was trembling in fear?!"

… …

Within the walls, the hundred thousand craftsmen had been silently watching the battle, and upon seeing this sight, they immediately calmed down. In this City of Steel, Wang Chong was the greatest stabilizing force.

Although they had been somewhat dissatisfied at the start with Wang Chong standing there motionlessly, they no longer had any doubts.

In the distance, in the flickering light of the flames, Wang Chong stood with his back to the crowd, his robes flapping in the wind. At this moment, Wang Chong's back had become tall and imposing, like a heavy mountain range.

"A strategist can decide victory from a thousand li away. Whether it's the southwest or the northwest, no matter what, as long as he wants to do it, nothing will ever escape his grasp. It's no wonder so many great clans of the capital want to form a relationship with him. Whether it's money or manpower, they're all willing to work for him."

"Because if we follow him, there's nothing we can't achieve!"

In the middle of the bustling city, in another place not far from the middle of the walls, no one noticed that Zhang Shouzhi was silently watching Wang Chong's back, his mind filled with emotion.

Of all the craftsmen, he had been the first to follow Wang Chong, and he had followed him through life and death. Zhang Shouzhi had a rather good understanding of Wang Chong.

However, the more he understood Wang Chong, the more sincere and respectful Zhang Shouzhi felt toward this youth of sixteen or seventeen.

The intelligence and decisiveness he displayed far exceeded his age. The more he interacted with him, the more he trusted him, and the more he wanted to follow and help him.

On the walls, Wang Chong had no idea what the others were thinking. His thoughts on strategy far surpassed the battle before him.

"It's about time. Just where …"

Wang Chong's mind was in turmoil.

No matter how formidable the White Braves were, using them to besiege a city was putting the cart before the horse. No matter how formidable they were, they weren't enough to pose a true threat to Wang Chong. He was considering other things.

"Did I overestimate you? To think of using cloth to wrap a horse's hooves and a battering ram from the Great Snow Mountain Temple, you shouldn't be an ordinary opponent. Just what are you trying to do … "

Wang Chong frowned in thought. He was beginning to sense that something was wrong.

Clingclingclang! With a metallic clatter, Wang Chong focused his eyes and saw hooks fly up from the walls and land in front of Wang Chong.

In just a few moments, crimson White Braves had climbed up the walls. Seeing Wang Chong standing in front of them, these White Braves immediately unsheathed their scimitars and furiously slashed at Wang Chong.

"Hmph, you overestimate yourself!"

Wang Chong returned to his senses and sneered. Each of the White Braves was an expert of the Profound Martial realm, and they were armed to the teeth with formidable defensive power.

But even if they could fight against the valiant Mamelukes, they were like mantises trying to stop a chariot in front of him. Facing seven or eight crimson-eyed White Braves wielding scimitars, Wang Chong didn't even move, allowing them to slash at him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One White Brave after another gripped their scimitars and slashed at Wang Chong with thunderous momentum. With the strength of these Ouzan White Braves, this full-strength slash could even cleave apart a mountain. But when they reached Wang Chong, when they were still several dozen feet away, it was like they had struck an invisible wall and were frozen in the air.

"What's going on?"

"What evil art did this fellow use?"

"Why can't I move my scimitar?"

"Draw! Draw! "

"Everyone, work together to kill him! He can't possibly deal with so many of us! "

… …

The Ouzan White Braves were both shocked and infuriated. This was completely out of their expectations. Of all the battles they had participated in, this was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

But what made them panic the most was the calm and indifferent voice they heard next.

"Is that so?"

These words were not spoken in the Han language, but in the Ouzan language they were so familiar with.

"It's that Han!"

All the Ouzan White Braves stared in shock at Wang Chong. When Wang Chong raised his head and looked at them, all of them had a bad feeling.

"Run! Run!! "

Someone suddenly shouted, but in the blink of an eye, all of them felt an intense sense of danger, their scalps going numb.

Driven by their instincts, they wanted to abandon their scimitars and flee, but it was too late …

Rumble! Wang Chong blinked his eyes, and in a flash of cold light, all the surrounding White Braves were pulled toward Wang Chong by a powerful force.

"Careful!"

"My Stellar Energy! He's absorbing our energy! "

"Evil art! He knows evil arts! "

"Ah!!"

… …

The most elite White Braves of the Ouzan Plateau were shocked, their eyes brimming with the deepest fear. In front of the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art, these White Braves were all stiff and unable to move. The Stellar Energy in their bodies flowed like water from a broken dam, surging into Wang Chong's body.

Not only that, even their incomparably tough armor, inscribed with countless defensive and hardened arrays, was constantly twisting, shrinking, collapsing, and deforming in front of Wang Chong's Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art.

"Ah!"

With one final scream, the eight Ouzan White Braves were compressed into a ball of flesh and blood, their armor crumbling to the ground around Wang Chong.

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