In the early morning, Song Yong's eyes and nose were red.

He looked at the terrible situation outside the city walls, and his brow became a big Sichuan character.

Last night at about three o'clock in the morning, without them noticing, an army of savages appeared outside the outpost.

This situation was not the most terrifying, the horror was that dozens of wild men tried to sneak up the city walls and open the city gates under the cover of night and heavy snow.

And when the gates were opened, there were more savages on the hill.

They will be in the defenders of the outpost, who are sleeping soundly, and they will kill them in the walls, and directly block them in the nest and kill them.

Even because of his inexplicable intuition of danger at that time, Song Yong discovered this sneak attack in advance.

led the people who rushed to the city wall, and killed these dozens of savages one by one at the top of the city, and it can be said that they did not let any of them go.

Even so, when he thought of the serious consequences of being attacked by a sneak attack, Song Yong felt a burst of fear.

God knows! Are those savages so tough for Mao?

At that time, when they approached, because the spikes in the moat had long been covered with snow, the wild people, who were not even aware of it, were stabbed and killed more than a dozen on the spot.

But it doesn't matter if he is stabbed to death, or the wild man whose soles are directly pierced.

They were able to endure the inhuman pain without even making a sound from their mouths, and the ability to endure and execute the pain was simply outrageous.

In the next time, they almost climbed up in the face of the frozen city wall that was slippery and unsparing.

With Song Yong's cognition, he couldn't understand how such a slippery city wall like an ice block could climb up with manpower.

Therefore, after repelling this sneak attack, even the savage troops farther away no longer had the slightest intention of attacking overnight.

Song Yong, who was highly nervous, did not dare to relax in the slightest.

With double the number of guards, he waited on the city wall until dawn.

After dawn, when I saw everything in front of me, it was a bad news and a good news when I could finally determine it.

The bad news is that Brother Yong, who was coaxed and publicized at the beginning, would never be surrounded by the savages, but was surrounded to death by more than twice as many opponents.

In the current situation, there is no possibility for them to withdraw leisurely.

The good news is that they don't really have to worry about any water sources.

Because long before that, they had been in the outpost, hoarding quite a lot of food and wood for heating.

And with enough wood, in the current weather where it snows all the time, after burning the snow in the outpost that has been cremated, there is no water to be used......

It was about eight o'clock in the morning when an unusually ironic thing happened.

The heavy snow and cold wind, which had been going on for several days, actually stopped strangely at this time.

A round of incomparably precious winter days in the cold winter season, after the black clouds overhead disappeared, it revealed its long-lost figure.

Suddenly, the golden sunlight sprinkled the white earth, and it warmed up a lot just by looking at it.

A few days ago, if Song Yong and the others, who could encounter such good weather and their bones were about to freeze, they would definitely be able to cheer loudly.

Unfortunately, the sudden halt of the wind and snow will only make the wild people sleeping in the wild more comfortable.

It is even more convenient for them to attack the outpost.

So if it was a choice, Song Yong and the others would rather brave the heavy snow and cold wind and guard the city wall hard, rather than this hellish sun.

"Brother Yong, the food for breakfast is ready, why don't you go back and eat something to warm up, and then come up to the city wall to look at it later?"

When Song Yong's ears rang out with such a voice.

He was taking advantage of the good vision brought by the bright sunlight above his head, holding up the telescope in his hand, carefully observing the camp of the savage army.

It's just that the more carefully he observes and discovers many small details, Song Yong's heart is getting worse and worse, where is he in the mood to eat and drink.

No, these guys in front of me are definitely not blood-drinking, ignorant, and uncivilized savages.

At least, it's not that Song Yong has heard from the mouths of spears and others who are stronger than them in physical fitness, and who are more fierce in battle and are not afraid of death, but they don't understand anything.

I saw that in the camp a few miles away, ants-like savages were busy in the sun.

Among them, there are some young savages who are obviously much cleaner and neater in their dress, with obvious tattoos on their heads, faces and necks.

is directing those ordinary savages, keeping them busy.

Under the command of the savages, they pulled away the soft and thick snow on the great lake, revealing the surface of the lake at the bottom, which had long been tightly powered.

The ice on the surface of the lake was cut into large pieces one by one by the savages with stone knives and bone knives, and then quickly dragged back to the camp.

It was like building blocks, and one by one igloos were quickly built.

Compared with the Eskimo igloos that Song Yong had seen in the modern plane, the things built by these savages were undoubtedly much rougher, and even ugly.

But no matter how ugly the igloo is, it can also have the effect of sheltering from the wind and snow, showing the considerable civilization of the savages.

is also such a point, which makes Song Yong mean to a terrible point:

Although these savages are still so savage, they are no longer so obscurant, and there are already elites such as witches who have joined the savage tribe.

And now in the camp, there is not only a witch, but there is not only one.

In addition, on one side of the camp, there were twenty mammoths of that size, and yaks that were much smaller but more numerous.

With their thick hooves, they easily crushed the ice on the ground, and leisurely ate the grass with ice slag.

Song Yong knew very well that when necessary, these mammoths and yaks could be transformed into those wild men who could carry them and launch a wild charge on the mount.

In the face of these big guys with amazing impact power, the two sturdy gates that Song Yong was very confident in originally didn't seem to be very strong.

For this reason, Song Yong's heart was full of bitterness, and there were only these words:

"What the hell, these grandsons cheat ......"

And Gardenia, who was standing behind Song Yong, saw that his proposal did not work, and gave a new explanation: "Brother Yong, why don't I bring you food to the city wall, how can you do it without eating something?"

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong felt that it made sense.

Indeed, no matter how much you don't eat or drink, apart from making yourself uncomfortable, you will not benefit from the specific trend of the battle situation at all.

It's just that when he was about to agree to Gardenia's proposal and have a loving breakfast at the head of the city, things changed.

Suddenly, the camp was in order, and that was because all the young commanders could no longer care about directing the work of the savages.

Instead, he fell to his knees on a skeleton that had just come out of the largest igloo.

It was only after they had paid their respects in this way that they joined behind the skeleton and gradually approached the walls of the outpost.

Yes, under Song Yong's telescope, it was a bone frame that could walk, and it didn't even have eyeballs, just dense tattoos.

In Song Yong's cognition before, Chi Baiqi and Qian Wei, who first came to work in the store, these two guys were already thin enough.

But in any case, it is just a normal physiological phenomenon caused by long-term malnutrition.

And the old man in front of him, who is obviously the supreme commander of the savage troops, God knows how to toss himself into this ghost.

At the same time, this kind of monster that obviously doesn't even have eyes, but it has no impact on activities, makes Song Yong's heart furious.

For a moment, he had a strong urge to use his Italian cannon.

No, it should be the bed crossbow at hand, the urge to come at this guy.

Unfortunately, the location of the head of the city was too far away, and with the tragic accuracy of the original ballista, it was strange that it could hit the target.