Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 171 Let them see who is the most waaaaagh
"The Ming Dynasty version of the 'Pirate Ship' amusement project has opened. If you want to play, come and sign up quickly! We'll play finger-guessing games from three to two. The winner, please come forward—"

"Oh oh oh oh oh--"

The "bison" who was lucky enough to get the opportunity squatted with his legs apart, raised his middle fingers with both hands, and roared towards the sky, as if trying to compete with the sky in height and ferocity.

The three of them made "yeah" gestures to their brothers and walked towards the catapult with smiles on their faces.

"Tell the city defense forces who is the most waaaaagh in the world!"

Led by the "staff", the three of them came to the slingshot and sat down, like babies curled up in the womb, trying to retract their hands and feet into the slingshot.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The staff struck the gong and shouted loudly for the idlers to retreat.

"fire!"

With a roar, the artillerymen pulling the rope pulled back together, tearing open the sheath that was stuck on the long pole.

The counterweight box filled with gravel suddenly sank, as if one end of a seesaw fell and the other end rose. The long pole dragged the slingshot for a few steps and then threw it out at the highest point.

The "Bison" only felt dizzy for a moment, and then flew into the sky. The intense sensory stimulation was several times stronger than that of a pirate ship.

If he wasn't about to die, he would have wanted to spend money to cut in line and try another exciting ride.

He opened his arms clumsily, causing his crude "wingsuit" to unfold, and soared into the sky like a bird spreading its wings.

The whirring sound of air in his ears blocked out most of the sounds, but Bison could still hear the strange cries coming from his brothers on both sides.

"I am a Celestial Dragon! Divine punishment from heaven!"

"Pledge your loyalty to the Eternal Warmaster!"

"Ahhh!" The bison was also infected by the atmosphere. He opened his mouth and screamed loudly, allowing the wind from the sky to fill his lips and penetrate into his throat.

……

When the three "cannonballs" were thrown, the general and the prefect were still looking forward to the arrival of the Black Flag Battalion.

At first they saw a catapult throwing a "boulder", which gradually grew larger and larger, and then suddenly grew human limbs.

The soldiers with good eyesight had already discovered what it was.

It is clearly a human being in the appearance of a "bat demon", and each of them is a strong man weighing more than 100 pounds.

Is this a monster or a human?
The guards cried out in alarm and could not help but dodge left and right and adjust their positions to avoid being hit by the human-shaped cannonballs.

If the person flying in the sky is a human, it means that the Red Turban bandits are more cruel and brutal than they imagined.

In the past, trebuchets were used to launch either huge stones or dead cattle and sheep to spread plague to the city.

But the Red Turban bandits did not use the corpses of the dead. Instead, they used living people who could still scream as cannonballs.

“Ohhhhhhhh…”

The flying strong man yelled a series of incomprehensible lines, which sounded more like the desperate cries of being forced to act as a "stone bullet" than reciting witchcraft spells.

"Damn Red Scarf Thief!"

The prefect held on to the rough stone edge of the city wall tightly, almost digging his nails into the stone. The Red Turban bandits forced the people to make cannons, which was simply outrageous to both humans and gods.

He swore that if he caught the Red Turban rebels, he would tear them into pieces!

The prefect's hatred was not conveyed to the three warriors in the sky.

His body began to fall gradually, and the defense situation on the wall moved from far to near. Bison could finally see the outline of the enemy's position.

He swayed his body from side to side, correcting his falling position bit by bit.

The bison predicted that its falling parabola was likely to hit the city wall gate, so it immediately ignited the fuse of the gunpowder bag, retracted its outstretched limbs and accelerated its dive speed.

"Ugh!"

At this time, the two teammates beside him shouted, one shouted, "Take my palm technique that falls from the sky!", and the other shouted, "I will kill myself!"
Upon hearing this, Bison smiled slightly, pretending to hold a block in his hand and pressing it accurately on his waist and abdomen, and shouted, "Transform!" His flesh and blood body slid a few steps on the roof on the side of the gatehouse like a cannonball, and broken tiles flew everywhere.

The body that died suddenly lost all its kinetic energy at the moment before falling and stopped at the back half of the eaves of the second floor.

As the fuse activated the gunpowder, a violent explosion blew away hundreds of tiles, and the other two "intelligent enemy-seeking human bombs" also exploded before and after landing.

The explosion threw up a dazzling flame, and broken arms and legs flew everywhere. More tiles on the gatehouse were shaken off and hit the wall with a crackling sound, shattering into pieces.

The smoke from the gunpowder explosion and the shattering tiles mixed together. It was not until a spring breeze slowly blew away the smoke that the guards could see the traces of the explosion site clearly.

The soldiers, who originally thought it was just the "stone bullet effect", did not dodge anxiously, and were killed on the spot by three waves of gunpowder impact, seventy or eighty of them.

Dozens of people were bleeding from their wounds, forming a pool of blood under their bodies.

A soldier seemed to step on something soft, and there was a slight snapping sound. He moved his foot away and looked down, only to see a pair of eyeballs entangled in flesh and blood.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The guard screamed in fear and couldn't help turning his head to vomit. All the grains he had eaten for two meals today were vomited out.

The frightened guards clung to the city wall and looked into the distance. They saw that the three catapults were turning the rollers again in preparation for launching.

"Fire! Fight back! Attack the enemy's catapults!"

However, many defenders were still immersed in the horrific scene of flying limbs, and their mental state was on the verge of collapse.

The catapult's hit rate was originally very low, but the "carbon-guided" human bombs automatically corrected their trajectory, directly raising the hit rate to a terrifying level.

The power of this human bomb is actually not that great. If the officers and soldiers had not stood closely together, such heavy casualties would not have occurred.

Under the watchful eyes of both the enemy and us, the three catapults once again threw out the terrifying "man", and this time each catapult caught a "double yolk egg".

Six human bombs came with unstoppable intimidation.
"The rocks are coming again! Get out of the way!"

This time the guards on the city wall finally realized the horror.

They screamed and dodged, countless people ran in all directions, and some people jumped directly from the wall because the stairs were crowded. The unlucky ones started with hemiplegia...

The worst thing was not this. The prefect was actually stunned where he stood.

The anger in his heart had long dissipated after seeing the horrifying scene just now. When the prefect saw these suicide bombs flying in the air, it was as if he saw ferocious bull-headed and horse-faced monsters grinning at him.

The magistrate's legs felt as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't move a step.

"Master, get out of the way!"

The prefect's personal guards roared and pounced on the master with enough force to knock down a warhorse, vowing to save the dazed old man.

Six more human bombs fell, like high-powered grenades hitting the wall.

The powerful impact repelled hundreds of soldiers and killed dozens on the spot.

The violent explosion smashed the bricks, and the rubble with added energy flew around like cannonballs, injuring dozens of guards who were fleeing in a hurry.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Sparks from the explosion fell into the ammunition boxes next to the artillery, and the boxes of ignited gunpowder exploded like fireworks.

A violent burst of explosions impacted the artillery.

A general cannon seemed to have turned into a ferocious artillery beast, scraping down a group of people near the city wall, leaving behind bloody traces of "mowing the grass".

The smoke cleared and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The walls were filled with wailing sounds. Even the defenders who had avoided the explosions and artillery fire were not having an easy time. Broken limbs and pieces of flesh were mixed together, like a patchwork carpet spread on the ground.

Almost all the guards would lose their minds when they saw this horrifying scene.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The mentally broken defender howled in pain and ran away, but he didn't even have the energy to look at the road. He stepped on empty air and fell from the several-meter-high city wall to his death.

(End of this chapter)