Chapter 979: National Defense General

It was already late at night when the Snow Fox Army, led by the national defense general Nisbi, arrived outside the Beiguan City. The soldiers were exhausted and rested for a day and two nights before launching an attack on the Beiguan City.

The Beiguan City had already made sufficient preparations.

The newly modified catapults and giant crossbows were in place, and large stones, oil, rags, manure, etc. were also adequately prepared. Nearly half of the soldiers were equipped with brand new weapons.

The old prince's two-stone bow was also brought to the top of the city wall. The old prince, whose body had fully recovered under the care of Qiao Ran, the medical saint, stood on the city wall in high spirits, observing the enemy situation with a telescope.

Qiao Ran was wearing a slim-fitting down jacket and pants, a flawless white snow fox fur cloak, a snow rabbit fur hat and scarf, looking gentle and cute. No one could associate such a sweet image of her with the Hercules archer who shot and killed the second prince of the enemy army with a single arrow a few days ago.

At this time, she was also holding a telescope and observing the enemy commander.

Nisby is a very tall middle-aged man with a full beard and a long scar on his face from his left eyebrow to the right corner of his mouth. He looks fierce, and even when riding on a tall horse, he looks like a fierce general.

Unfortunately, today, Nisby had learned the lesson of the Second Prince and did not stand outside the so-called safe range. Instead, he stood three or four hundred steps away, that is, seven or eight hundred meters away.

Several generals followed him, two of whom looked familiar as they had been with the second prince a few days ago.

The vanguard who came to attack the city were obviously the troops brought by the second prince, because the two generals who led the troops in the front were also the two generals who had stood beside the second prince.

Niceby was not as impulsive and brainless as the second prince. He held a lance taller than a man in his hand and looked at the siege in the distance with a cold expression.

Qiao Ran estimated that she could shoot more than 500 meters with the old prince's double-stone bow last time. This Niceby was obviously certain that she could not shoot 700 or 800 meters.

She turned her eyes and looked at the three-bow crossbow on a tower not far from the city wall.

After being modified according to his own drawings, the original range of the bed crossbow, which was four or five hundred meters, can now reach six or seven hundred meters.

But the three-bow crossbow is made of three large bows combined together, and it takes thirty people to pull it.

Since there was only space for about thirty people, it was impossible to add more people to pull the bows.

But I'm very strong! One person can probably match the strength of more than a dozen people. If I stand in the middle and draw the bow, wouldn't my strength be equal to that of more than 40 people?

In this way, the maximum range will definitely be greatly improved, reaching 800 meters without any problem.

Even if the aim of the crossbow is not that accurate, but with more than a dozen arrows fired, it will always be able to hit a few enemy generals within the range, right?

Thinking of this, Qiao Ran said something to the old prince and headed towards the tower below.

Mo Beihan understood what she was going to do, and immediately recruited Huang Dabiao, the strongest general, to follow Qiao Ran up to the tower.

Three people replaced the three soldiers who were drawing the bows. After Qiao Ran carefully calibrated the direction and adjusted the angle, the bowstring was slowly pulled.

"put!"

Qiao Ran gave a low shout, and more than a dozen giant arrows like javelins whizzed out, conspicuous in the rain of arrows.

It's just because they are too fast and too far away!

After shooting the arrow, Qiao Ran immediately put the telescope hanging around his neck in front of his eyes to see the results of his battle.

Nisby, who was concentrating on watching the battle, could never have imagined that an arrow could be shot so far.

Seeing three long arrows whistling towards his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the lance in his hand, and swept towards the three arrows.