Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 880
Shen Lang had just come off the front line and had many wounds, large and small. The doctor had just tied gauze on him and arranged it carefully. He waved his hand impatiently and let them go.

The guard said respectfully: "Young City Master, Mr. Qingjiu is here."

Shen Lang said urgently: "Please come in, sir."

Qingjiu opened the door and came in, "Young City Master..."

Before Qingjiu could finish speaking, Shen Lang invited him to take a seat.

"Sir, there is something I want to ask you. I found that their weapons are very strange. They are completely different from the ones they used before. They have never been seen before..."

Shen Lang was a little anxious, spoke quickly, and even took out the drawings.

"They modified the chariot with metal. There are jagged rows of knives at the bottom at a very low position. These blades will also roll. As long as they get close, the archers on the chariot will shoot out the arrows that take away the iron chains. , forcibly dragging down the cavalry, and directly cutting off the legs of the war horse at an extremely fast speed, and the person will be strangled in the blink of an eye, the method is extremely cruel."

Shen Lang frowned, "This kind of chariot is invulnerable, and we don't know where the shooters will attack from. It's hard to guard against it. In just two days, we used many methods without success, and we lost more than a hundred elite soldiers."

Speaking of this, Shen Lang's eyes showed pain, "The war has just begun, and we have suffered a lot. I'm afraid we won't be able to survive until the end of the year."

Shen Lang had been guarding the city for so many years, and this was the first time he was so powerless.

Qingjiu listened quietly. After looking at the drawings, he was silent for a moment, then picked up a pen and wrote two words on the paper.

Dong Hu.

Shen Lang's pupils shrank slightly, "Sir, what do you mean, the weapons on this chariot are related to Donghu?"

36 years ago, Donghu destroyed the country long ago. The entire small country of 16 people was wiped out, and no one survived.

The civilization of a country has completely disappeared and cannot reappear for no reason!
Qingjiu said softly: "Young City Lord, you can send someone to check. There may be an old friend in Qingchuan."

Shen Lang looked strange. 36 years ago, the deputy general in the army that destroyed Dong Hu was his grandfather.

Among the six mass-murdering armies that carried out the order to destroy the country, the leader of the fifth army was his father.

In those years, the late emperor carried out heavy killings and conquests everywhere, and more than a hundred people were exterminated, but Donghu was one of the few and most miserable.

A few years ago, when his father was about to go on an expedition, what he could not forget was how tragic it was, even the seven-foot-tall man would cry.

What exactly happened at that time, no one knows or mentions it.

Shen Lang looked complicated, "Sir, is there any way to deal with this kind of tank?"

Qingjiu started to draw a sketch of the chariot, "This kind of chariot is completely protected by steel on the surface. It is indestructible, but it also has fatal weaknesses. It is large and heavy, and moves slower than ordinary chariots. Once it overturns, it will be useless." "

"I tried."

Shen Lang frowned, "There are at least six elite soldiers in the tank, which is difficult to deal with. Our people are likely to die if they get close. It is impossible for such a heavy vehicle to overturn."

Qingjiu said: "For the sake of stability, the base of this kind of chariot is very low, about one foot. The bottom is metal, and it is wrapped with rare raw water wood, which is fireproof and waterproof."

Hearing this, Shen Lang frowned.

Qingjiudian clicked on a gap on the inside of the rear wheel.

"This is the only gap in the chariot. There is an air vent about half a foot long and three fingers wide inside. They will open it every half an hour. You can use this time to stop their actions with smoke."

Qingjiu kept looking at the time. When the second stick of incense was about to burn out, he coughed twice, tightened his cloak and stood up slowly.

(End of this chapter)