Chen Ji and Old Ears crouched together, Yuan Xing and Jiang Chai cautiously approached, listening to Old Ears muttering softly: "Do you really dare to call this less-than-height wooden frame a 'stone-throwing cannon'? Moreover, this stone-throwing cannon looks rather peculiar."
Chen Ji retorted, "Then what do you think a stone-throwing cannon should look like?"
Old Ears gestured with his hands: "It should be as tall as two floors, with about ten people pulling the traction ropes, then releasing to fling the stones out... Your stone-throwing cannon doesn't even have a base, how could it throw stones?"
