"Oh yes, that's okay?"

Looking at the unbelievable scene in front of him, Song Yong's mouth was surprised Zhihong, like a swimming fish struggling after coming ashore, and suddenly opened the boss.

Of the hundreds of pieces of wood that were thrown out, the weight of each root was more than two or three hundred catties.

After rolling down with the mountain, if you add the gravitational potential energy that is accelerated all the way, it can only become more powerful.

So, when these things are thrown off the walls.

Song Yong's goods are already waiting for me, these sassalwoods crushed a bloody path in the crowd of those attackers, such an incomparably wonderful result.

But the reality was that when the sassal wood rolled into the crowd.

Among them, a dozen or so leading men, when their mouths suddenly burst out like thunder, compared to the thick sandalwood, the spears as thin as toothpicks were already facing the sandalwood in front of them.

After a while, he actually picked up the wood that weighed at least two or three hundred catties directly from the front of him.

There is no doubt that these people are the most powerful totemic warriors among these small tribes.

Even after picking up several pieces of wood in a row, the originally fast movements of these people's hands gradually and irrepressibly slowed down.

It shows that it is these people who are not so easy to deal with the sassal wood.

But the hundreds of sassal woods, which were also directly blocked by more than half of them by their dozen or so totem warriors.

At the same time, the remaining logs were smashed into the ordinary hunters, each of which had several wooden shields, and was lowered at the same time to meet them.

Although in an instant, the hunter behind the wooden shield was smashed to the ground, and suffered injuries of varying severity.

But after the end, this round of Salamaki attacks, which Song Yong had high hopes for, caused about seventy or eighty casualties.

As Song Yong expected, that kind of brilliant result is simply a shadowless thing.

The strong physical fitness of the primitive people and natives at this moment showed a stunning scene can be regarded as a good lesson for him, a modern person:

Don't always use the weak physical standards of modern people to speculate on how they will perform in battle......

The casualties of less than 100 people did not make the attackers have the slightest intention of retreating.

The primitive and indigenous hunters present, it can be said that as long as they can successfully live to such a big age, which one has not encountered more than one life and death crisis in the perennial hunting.

In such a difficult environment, they have long developed a character that is not afraid of death.

Therefore, stimulated by the casualties of their companions, they broke out with a more ferocious attitude.

They leaped at their feet, and after leaping past their fellow lying on the ground, they let out a beastly roar of rage from their mouths, and hastened towards the position of the wall.

Soon the forward troops closest to the city wall were only a little more than a hundred paces away.

For their pair of feet that have been running in the mountains and forests all year round and have been trained, it really doesn't take much time for such a distance.

In the current situation of Song Yong, he didn't have time to care about his opponent's combat effectiveness, and underestimated a lot.

Withstanding this attack in front of you is the most urgent thing.

"Ready, when I give the order to continue throwing the woods, remember to throw the stones down as well. ”

Facing his nervous subordinates on the city wall, Song Yong put the electric horn to his mouth, and roared so loudly.

Even if the effect of the sassal wood is not ideal, it must be thrown down continuously.

Because at least this can disrupt the opponent's shield array, and give the limited number of archers on the city wall a good opportunity to attack.

While shouting the order, there was no delay in his hands.

He quickly pulled out an arrow from behind him and completed the action of bending the bow and arrows.

About a hundred paces below the city, there was a row of stakes tied to red plastic bags, each of which was a dozen steps away.

When the attackers had stepped over the stakes, it was time for the archers to shoot.

Finally, an attacker, holding a wooden shield in one hand and a stone knife in the other, stepped over a stake with a red plastic bag at his feet, and subconsciously glanced at the strange thing.

There was a loud command in his ears, even on a noisy battlefield:

"Wood, rolling stones, put~"

Another attack of the sasswood and rolling stones made the attackers who were prepared in their hearts also messed up for a while.

The wooden shields that had been raised above their heads were lowered one after another, and the personnel who were covered by the wooden shields revealed their figures.

Song Yong, who had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, picked up a piece of Rolling Stone Totem Warrior at one of them, and shot the sharp arrow in his hand aimed at his head and face.

This sharp arrow that came out of the string was also the hands-on order of more than twenty archers.

The sharp arrows they had been preparing for a long time in their hands also released them quickly at this moment towards their respective targets.

After the sharp arrow in his hand was shot, Song Yong didn't even think about it, so he quickly pulled out an arrow from the quiver behind him, and shot it out after bending the bow and setting up the arrow.

The arrow had just been fired, and then another arrow was in his hand.

In short, the three arrows were all aimed at the same totem warrior, and because of the ability to use bullet time, Song Yong's speed of the three arrows was terrifying.

Even when the third arrow was fired, the first arrow flew before it reached the face of the Tuto warrior.

It was only after shooting three arrows that the muscles in his arms were swollen and painful, and he knew that if he didn't want his muscles to be strained, he would need to slow down for at least a few minutes.

At the same time, because of the ability to use bullet time, I feel a little tired mentally.

And the reason why Song Yong shot three arrows in a row at this totem warrior in one breath was not a waste at all.

The beast's general instinct for danger, as well as its super reflexes, made this totem warrior dodge the first two sharp arrows in a row in an extremely thrilling situation.

Then he was hit by the arrow of the third aluminum alloy arrow shaft and hit the position of the center of the eyebrows.

It turns out that as the totem warriors who are the strongest among the natives, their skulls are still unstoppable, and they are unusually sharp modern plane arrows that have been polished.

When Song Yong, who shot three arrows explosively, had to stop his sour arm.

The totem warrior who was shot in the center of the eyebrow and the arrow pierced through the back of the head was already planted to the ground like a wooden stake.

At the same time, the rest of the twenty archers on the wall, the fastest ones, had just shot the second arrow in their hands.

Under their fire, almost thirty attackers fell.

With the addition of this batch of sassal wood and rolling stone attacks, the number of casualties in this wave of attackers has finally succeeded in breaking 100 people.

Then, with each shot from the archers, the attackers fell in the way of the charge.

It's just that such casualties don't seem to have caused much impact other than making the roar in their mouths louder and the expression on their faces more ferocious......

"Throw guns, stones, put ~" After the attackers rushed fifty steps, Song Yong issued a new order again.

A condescending throwing gun can directly nail the attacker to the ground.

The stones thrown with the piso can directly smash the attacker's head with blood splattering, and even if they are not killed on the spot, they can also make a concussion that makes them withdraw from the battle.

In order to break through this distance, nearly a hundred more of the attackers fell.

Finally, they rushed to the front of the moat.

For a moment, at least dozens of long improvised ladders were lowered from their shoulders, and then slammed into the walls, hooking the edges of the wooden walls.

Then, after only two or three attempts at the gap in the ladder, the barefoot natives were already approaching or even exceeding the height of the city wall.

At this moment, they were extremely close to their opponents.

It's just that at this time, hundreds of sharp steel spears with snow-bright spear heads stabbed at them like poisonous snakes.

At this time, the attackers realized that it was extremely difficult for them to even make a simple dodge at the moment.

In an instant, the sharp spear stabbed them with ease, and when the spear was withdrawn, their bodies fell towards the moat.

Because of their strong vitality, many people have not died after being shot.

But it didn't matter anymore, because there were already an unknown number of sharpened sticks buried in the moat, and as long as they fell, the end was already doomed.

At the same time, after rushing to the city wall, the hunters were still waiting for the ladder to climb.

They threw stone spears at the guards on the wall, most of which were blocked by the wooden shields in their hands.

However, there were still a small number of stone spears, which brought casualties to the defenders.