After more than two hours, the wheeled horse was pushed to a position 150 meters outside the Rat Village, and sandbags were piled up to improve defense. Being so careful was to protect the next two catapults that were the center of attack.

Waiting for all the defenses to be arranged is equivalent to scrapping the heavy crossbow on the wall of the Rat Village. The untouchables who control the catapult can stay behind the horse wall to work with peace of mind.

The light counterweight trench machine is more than three meters high and has a swinging arm length of five or six meters. It uses the leverage effect to throw about five kilograms of stones. Wilson, the president of the craftsman in Hanfeng City, was responsible for creating this thing, and now he is the one who commands the attack.

It is easy to say that the catapult is the stone thrown by randomly picking up the stones, and the weight is not consistent. The accuracy of throwing is metaphysics. Wilson can only classify roughly the same stones and then conduct a test shot.

The first test shot was quite accurate, and it fell directly into the Rat Village. Then several stones were fired, with each dropping point deviation, but the damage caused was basically zero.

This is a bit far from the expected destructive situation!

The leaders and armed servants onlookers were a little disappointed. According to this kind of fighting method, let alone conquering the Rat Village in one day, it would not be able to be defeated in ten days. At that time, the leader Schroeder in the village could use the thrown stones to build a house.

Just as everyone was feeling fluctuating, Wilson, who was in charge of the trencher, finally had a relatively accurate grasp of the counterweights and stones of different weights. He waved to the servant behind him, "Pick up the old Borg's jar."

When I heard the old Borg's jar, the atmosphere in the trench position suddenly became tense.

The servant assigned to get the jar turned pale in an instant, and ran tremblingly more than 20 meters away, holding a pottery tied with hemp rope from a carriage.

The hemp ropes were to prevent the clay pot from breaking during transportation. But that was true. The servant holding the clay pot felt that his hands weighed more than a thousand pounds. After walking a few steps, he was sweating and his whole body became weak.

"Damn it, I'll let you be careful, not to let you be scared and unable to walk."

Seeing that the servant who was transporting the clay pots turned white, Wilson knew that these idiots were fooling. He quickly walked up to him and took the clay pot and put it in the net of a trencher.

Near the catapult, everyone's eyes were on the inconspicuous clay pot.

After adjusting the counterweight of the trencher, Wilson personally stepped on the launch pedal. The counterweight of hundreds of kilograms fell from the high point with the circular axis of the beam frame as the center. The potential energy was converted into kinetic energy, and the swing arm on the other end suddenly rose under the action of the lever torque.

The net hanging on the swinging arm drew an arc and shot out the clay pot placed inside.

The pottery jar tied with hemp ropes rolled in the air with the whistling sound of wind, flying over a distance of more than a hundred meters, and then fell behind the wall of the Rat Village for a few seconds, and fell to pieces.

The barbarians in the village have been hit by several rounds of stone bombs. Although they are hiding behind the trunk, they are safe and sound. At most, some houses in the village have been smashed and damaged, which is nothing.

This time, another dark "stone" was thrown over the opposite side. Schroeder and others were chatting indifferently, and they heard the broken sound and were laughing in pain, talking about how to take revenge after the miscellaneous outside could not do anything to him.

But in a short while, an extremely foul smell spread.

Schroeder said something new joke. He and his subordinates were opening their mouths and inhaling, laughing one by one. But suddenly, they sucked into their lungs in one breath, and everyone's faces changed drastically. They hurriedly covered their mouths and noses, trying to exhale the breath they had just inhaled.

But many savages sucked again after exhaling, and suddenly felt dizzy.

It smells so smelly!

This stench will make people sweat coldly and their skin turn white if they only suck a little.

The stench dissipated, and the people in the Rat Village immediately ran around like rats found in their nests, running around in a panic.

Even Schroeder himself screamed and quickly held his breath. He had no intention of telling jokes anymore, and kept running around, unable to withstand the stench attack, so he wanted to find a place with fresh air to hide.

At this time, there was another cry in the space, and it sounded like something was shattering.

Schroeder saw clearly this time that the one thrown in was a clay pot. After it was broken, a yellow gas came out. It was this thing, it smelled extremely smelly!

Wow, ah

People can not eat, drink, sleep, stiletto, or pee, but you can’t breathe!

The barbarians in the Rat Village were hiding well, but now they all jumped up and were so stinking that they had nowhere to escape. Taking a breath, the internal organs were churning, just like staying in hell for ten years, and it was a long life!

Some people were sobbing and screaming, some were so angry that their faces were red. Some people wanted to dig a hole in the ground in the stench, while some people had nowhere to escape, so they jumped into the well in the village.

The village was soon filled with stench, and the barbarians couldn't stay, so they all over the wall and escaped. They were basically frightened by the smoke, and they didn't even bring weapons in a hurry, just to try to get somewhere to take a breath, otherwise they would lose their faces and eyes and their lives would be gone if they sucked.

The stench drifted with the wind, and even Zhou Qingfeng could smell it across more than 100 meters. For example, Fei Zhe and others only smelled a little bit, and their expressions immediately changed drastically. They dared not say that they were trembling, but they also felt fearful.

Looking at the barbarians of the Ghost Village who escaped from a panic, everyone felt sympathy for the dwarf witch doctor Old Bog. I don’t know what the hell did, how could he get such a terrible thing?

At some point, Zhou Qingfeng also covered his nose and rushed forward. He ordered in a deep voice: "What are you doing when you are standing there? The enemy has collapsed. Blow the trumpet, everyone will go out and catch people. After a whole morning, the enemy will become soft-legged shrimps."

When Fei Zhe and others heard this, they were immediately happy. They had been fighting for life and death in the black forest for so many years, and had experienced all kinds of hard battles, but today was the easiest time.

The solid city walls did not work at all, and a few stinky cans made the barbarians with a hard mind as hard as stones run out by themselves.

Fei Zhe raised the whip and shouted to his subordinates and armed servants: "Follow me and catch those barbarians. See how fast they ran, and I will definitely be happy today."

This voice made everyone laugh, but after a few laughs, they shut up. The stench from the head of the village became stronger and stronger, and some people in the Rat Village were even fainted. Fei Zhe and others felt extremely uncomfortable.

Schroeder was furious with the stench, but he also escaped and ran around like a headless fly. He had no time to curse the stinky messes throwing the stinky bombs at his village. He just wanted to find a place to breathe some fresh air, and even wanted to take out all his lungs and dry them.

It's really too smelly!

Super invincible smell!

When the smell was so smelly that the stars appeared in his eyes, Schroeder felt his arms and body tightened, and a rope fell on him, which dragged him to him as soon as he pulled him. He quickly wanted to struggle, but the smell inhaled caused his strength to be greatly reduced and he was unable to resist.

The rope cover was tight, Schroeder's body was unstable, and he was dragged away like a dead dog on the ground.

After dragging it for about 200 meters, someone shouted proudly: "Hisser Hugo, I am very honored to introduce you to you that the leader of the Rat Village has been caught by me."

After being dragged for a while, Schroeder felt that the air he was breathing was much better. He gradually recovered a little strength, and tried to break free with his arms. As a result, he heard several loud shouts, plus a series of clanging sounds of swords being unsheathed.

Many people were angrily cursing, "The despicable human traitor Schroeder, with your little power, he dared to resist. In front of the great Hugo Pavilion, your tiny is like fireflies and dust, and you have no choice but to surrender."

Schroeder was like a trapped beast. After panting, he raised his head and roared angrily: "I am the powerful Schroeder, the invincible Schroeder. You can kill me, don't want me to surrender!"

Among the crowds around, everyone was full of momentum, but their eyes were all despised by a person who was defeated by the stinky smell. What else was there to be scary?
Chapter completed!