kvmb Chapter 71 Hmm! Not too bad!
Chapter 71 Hmm! Not too bad!
And behind him.
Sumida was smug!
He directed the Mohist disciples to slowly move the enormous rotating projectile.
He set his sights on a small earthen mound a hundred meters away.
He turned around, glanced at the entire audience, and finally, his gaze settled on Zhang Fan's calm face.
His eyes were filled with utter contempt and pride!
then.
He suddenly waved his hand, using all his strength to give the order!
"put!!!"
Om-! ! !
A piercing clanging sound echoed throughout the entire venue!
The enormous quiver opened instantly, and five massive arrows, each as thick as an adult's arm, were sent into the firing slot!
"Buzzing—!!!"
next second!
Under the horrified gazes of everyone.
The five giant arrows shot out suddenly with a terrifying whistling sound!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Five dark figures, like the scythe of death, slashed through the sky!
Immediately afterwards!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Five extremely muffled loud thuds came from that small earthen mound!
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky!
Gravel flew everywhere!
As the smoke cleared, everyone's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!
All that could be seen was the originally rounded little mound.
Five huge holes were blasted out of it!
The five giant arrows were deeply embedded in the earthen slope, leaving only the constantly trembling fletchings!
It was as if they were proclaiming to the world their unparalleled and terrifying power!
quiet!
Deathly silence!
In the entire western part of Xianyang, you could hear a pin drop!
In that instant, everyone's brain completely shut down!
One second later!
boom!!!
The screams that pierced the sky completely ignited the entire stadium!
"My God!!! What kind of monster is this?!"
"One arrow...one arrow pierced right through the earthen mound?!"
"If that shot onto a person... no! If that shot onto the city wall! What would happen?!"
"God! Divine weapon! This is a true divine weapon!"
The people have gone completely mad!
They stared at the menacing war machine, their eyes filled with nothing but fear and awe!
On the city wall.
"hiss--!"
Wang Ben and a group of veteran military officers all gasped in shock!
Their eyes were glued to that rotating projector.
His breathing became incredibly heavy!
"This...this is the pinnacle of the Mohist school?!"
Even the veteran's voice was trembling!
"That's...that's terrifying!"
"If this item can be deployed on a large scale, the siege capabilities of our Great Qin will increase more than tenfold!"
Wang Ben's brows were now tightly furrowed into a "川" shape!
He glanced at the terrifying weapon.
He glanced again at Zhang Fan below, who remained calm, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside him.
He felt it!
This time, Zhang Fan...
It seems we're really going to suffer a major setback!
The Mohists are incredibly powerful!
Ying Zheng and Fusu were so shocked that they were speechless!
They stared intently at the rotating projectile, their eyes also filled with awe!
"teacher……"
Fusu's heart sank to the bottom in an instant!
Beneath the city walls!
Look at the shocked reaction from the audience.
Mo Feng, Mo Tian, and the others beamed with immense pride!
They succeeded!
They intimidated everyone with their absolute strength!
Mo Feng stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the entire room with disdain.
At last.
He looked at Zhang Fan, raised his head, and spoke loudly:
"Zhang Fan! Did you see that?!"
"This is a rotating projectile that my Mo family has painstakingly crafted over ten years!"
"It can fire multiple arrows in quick succession; in a single breath, it can unleash five giant arrows!"
"Not just a siege weapon! It can also take the head of an enemy general amidst a vast army!!!"
His voice was filled with unparalleled pride and self-esteem!
however!
Faced with this boasting.
Zhang Fan simply nodded slightly, his expression barely changing.
He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly:
"Hmm, that's quite interesting."
"Not too bad."
quiet!
Upon hearing this, the smugness on the faces of the Mohist disciples instantly froze!
The clamor and discussion that had been raging throughout the venue came to an abrupt halt!
Everyone stared intently at Zhang Fan, as if he were a madman!
What did he say?!
Interesting?!
Not too bad?!
boom!!!
next second!
All the Mohist disciples immediately erupted in uproar!
Their pride and sense of honor.
At this moment, everything was shattered by Zhang Fan's casual remark!
Instead, there was boundless rage!
"What...what did you say?!"
"You bastard! How dare you say that my Mo family's masterpiece is merely not too bad?"
"This is an insult! The greatest insult to our entire Mohist school!"
"That's incredibly arrogant! You're so arrogant!"
Mo Feng was trembling with rage. He pointed at Zhang Fan and roared with all his might:
"Good! Not too bad!"
"In that case, let's see!"
"What kind of tricks can you possibly pull off with those few pieces of broken wood?!"
"That's right! Take it out!"
"Let us witness your magical powers!!!"
Angry shouts echoed throughout the venue!
All eyes instantly focused on Zhang Fan!
Let's wait and see how he handles this!
Amidst the deafening cheers of the entire audience.
Zhang Fan moved.
He yawned and stretched, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
then.
Amidst the mocking, disdainful, or doubtful gazes of everyone.
He slowly walked forward and casually placed the pieces of wood he was carrying on his shoulder on the ground.
"Click, click."
Several crisp clicks of the mechanism rang out.
Those few "broken pieces of wood".
He quickly and efficiently pieced it together into a strangely shaped shelf.
After doing all this!
Instead of starting immediately, Zhang Fan began stretching exercises on the spot.
Twist your neck, swing your arms, and move your wrists and ankles.
His leisurely demeanor clearly resembled that of an old man preparing for his morning exercise!
"What is he doing?!"
"Stop dawdling! Are you even going to compete or not?!"
"He's just being deliberately mysterious! I think he's just feeling guilty and stalling for time!"
The boos from the crowd rose again.
however.
Within the Mohist camp.
Mo Tian looked at Zhang Fan's ridiculously simple wooden frame, and his brows involuntarily furrowed tightly.
He stared intently at the structure of the wooden frame, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
"strangeness……"
He muttered to himself, his voice low and filled with confusion.
"This thing... it looks a bit like... a catapult?"
"But...why is there no counterweight arm? No torsion cable?"
"How do you exert force on this thing?"
Mo Feng, who was standing nearby, heard the teacher's whisper.
He glanced at the simple wooden frame.
He glanced at his own side's rotating missiles again, his face full of disdain.
He stepped forward and comforted her:
"Teacher, you're overthinking it!"
"Even if it really is an improved catapult, so what?"
"How far can it be thrown? How powerful is it?"
"They're nowhere near as good as our rotary launchers!"
Hearing my disciple's words!
Sumida's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
He nodded, and the slight doubt in his heart dissipated.
Yes, I was overthinking it.
It's nothing more than throwing stones and shooting arrows!
In this kind of competition, range, power, and rate of fire are all important!
That's the key to determining victory or defeat!
Even if his little wooden frame really is some kind of improved catapult, so what?
Is the range about 100 paces?
Is its power enough to penetrate a slab of earth?
Can it fire in rapid succession like a rotary-gun?
That's wishful thinking!