'Dirt~' A long horn sounded.

Since the beginning of the war, it has been a fight to the death.

Even if the whole team was killed in battle, the savage warriors who refused to take a step back finally retreated like a tide at the sound of the horn.

They were so flustered when they retreated.

As if he was about to face a terrifying existence, he frantically retreated to the rear, allowing his back to be exposed to the fire of the musket.

It's a pity that the opponent's rare panicked scene made the hooligan not happy at all.

He knew very well that this was nothing more than the secret commanders of the savages, who wanted to get his soldiers out of the way, so that those heavy horsemen two miles away could rush towards them with maximum speed.

Then it will be the end of these musketeers.

But even so, the hooligans didn't have the slightest idea of taking people with them and withdrawing immediately.

At this time, they are shouldering the last hope of hundreds of tribes in the entire southwest region, and even if all of them are crucified here, they will not retreat.

If they really want to escape, they can't afford to lose the ancestral spirit of the Gray Rabbit tribe and the face of Brother Yong.

"All of them, bayonet ~"

With the fearless spirit of fighting to the death, he clenched the pig-killing knife at his waist with one hand, which was a gift from Brother Yong, and issued such a resolute order in the mouth of the hooligan.

Then, he felt a faint vibration under his feet.

The problem is that there is no reason for such a tremor, on the one hand, the yaks and mammoths in front of them are only slowly approaching.

Presumably those savage cavalry, in order to save the physical strength of yaks and mammoths.

It will gradually rush up outside the mile, and it will be faster and faster, and when it is within 100 paces, let the speed and impact force reach the highest.

On the other hand, it seems that such a vibration is coming from behind them.

After realizing this, the scoundrel couldn't help but look back again, and at this glance, he almost cried on the spot.

Because a few miles behind them, the giant tortoise that had been staying by the lake magically appeared.

At this moment, the weapon was striding forward, and every thick limb that fell, causing a noticeable vibration on the ground.

Of course, the appearance of giant tortoises is not the point.

The point was on the back of the giant tortoise, and he saw the familiar figure of Brother Yong, as long as that figure appeared, the hooligan believed that all difficulties were not a problem.

At least, the top and bottom of their gray rabbit tribe can have the courage to fight to the death.

Even after seeing Brother Yong, who appeared with him, his own mother-in-law and pea, this moment became no longer important.

It's just that suddenly, the scoundrel suddenly remembered something.

The creature looked at the place of the col in horror, and the musketeers who were also dumbfounded.

His mouth was full of frightened emotions, and he roared loudly: "If you don't want to be trampled to death, run quickly." ”

So, just now, the dirt buns who were still determined to die and had bayonets like a forest of bayonets suddenly spread their legs like frightened ducks......

I don't know if it was a heart, or if there was an amazing coincidence.

Anyway, when the giant turtle named Maotou had just rushed past the original position of the musket phalanx, and rushed out of the narrow mountain pass.

The yaks and mammoths that ran wild also increased their speed to the maximum.

The distance between the two sides was less than half a mile, and it seemed that they could collide in the blink of an eye.

One side has more numbers, and the other side has a larger body size, and even Song Yong has no confidence in the specific consequences of such a collision.

So just before the collision happened, Song Yong's mouth could only shout loudly:

"Everybody put on their seat belts first, and then make sure they all hold on to them so that they don't get thrown out. ”

After shouting such a sentence, Song Yong still wanted to explain something to the giant turtle hair under him.

For example: "Don't coax, come on, knock them over, and when you go back, the big radish will be enough." Such a sentence takes time after the worry thing.

But before he could shout, he saw a large group of red eyes and a group of heavy riders crashing into him.

Maotou, a worthless person, suddenly stopped and lay on the ground without greeting him.

Then, the limbs and the head, along with the tail, were retracted into a large turtle shell.

collided, and under the gaze of countless people holding their breath, the two sides finally collided.

'Knock, knock~'.

Song Yong's own state at the moment is like being on the ocean surface of the twelve-level waves, and he is sadly sitting on a small sampan in it.

After an instant, the sky shook in front of me.

If it weren't for the fact that at every sentry post, he had given up his six fingers in advance, tied a belt of animal skin that could fix his body, and before the collision, he had clung to the railing of the sentry post he was in.

I don't know if under such a huge impact, I really might be thrown out high.

In the end, he was thrown out of the turtle's back, and finally fell heavily to the ground, and fell out of incontinence on the spot, as well as the result of hemiplegia.

Wait until the continuous impact has calmed down a little.

Song Yong hurriedly opened his eyes and looked over, looking at the result of this collision.

I saw that the violent impact caused the hairy heads like a small mountain to slide backwards dozens of meters away, leaving a long and deep trail on the dirt ground.

Maotou slid all the way to the position of the musketeermen's defensive line just now, and coincidentally blocked most of the mountain pass.

After the collision happened, even the huge hairy head ended up like this.

Naturally, the smaller yaks and mammoths are in worse condition.

In comparison, the larger mammoths are better, and they are no different from hitting a mountain after hitting a huge hairy head.

It is estimated that they were knocked out of the concussion on the spot, and now they seem to have drunk too many pots, and they are swaying in place.

As for the yaks that are too small, the end is even more miserable.

Among them, there were more than a dozen yaks, and after hitting the shell of the hairy turtle, they immediately broke their spines under the huge impact force.

To be more specific, it is like a large team of Wuling minivans crashing head-on into a large truck full of earthwork and eight wheels in the rear.

The driver on the Wuling bread will be far more miserable than the driver on the big truck......

After the yaks and mammoths in the front stopped one after another, those behind were naturally forced to stop in helplessness.

At the same time as the impact occurred, most of the cavalry sitting on the mammoth and yak were thrown out in the force of the impact.

Then, he was trampled to death on the spot one by one by the heavy riders who couldn't stop the script.

Even those cavalrymen who were lucky enough not to fly away were dizzy and screamed for a short time.

In this way, the killer weapon from the savage side: the charging method of the heavy cavalry, was resisted by Song Yong.

"Fire! ”

After a short period of confusion, Song Yong, who reacted in time, shouted loudly in his mouth.

In his reminder, the people on the turtle's back suppressed the churning in their hearts, as well as various uncomfortable feelings of strong nausea and wanting to vomit.

He hurriedly picked up the musket he had at hand and shot at the cavalrymen.

The cavalry, who were still in a daze, were only twenty or thirty miles away from the people on the turtle's back, and even the enhanced version of the brown bess could hit a straight spot no matter how fluttering its trajectory was.

So, in the midst of the dense gunfire.

The cavalrymen, who were still in a daze, fell from their mounts like wooden targets.

After firing once, the group on the turtle's back did not continue to reload the muskets.

Instead, he lit the small clay pots filled with gasoline at his feet, lit them on the torches next to the sentry post, and threw these original versions of incendiary bombs into the distance.

There, because the momentum of the charge was blocked, there were still many cavalry in a hurry.

When the ignited clay pots were smashed on the body, they were directly ignited into huge torches, which made the mount that had calmed down a little and completely went crazy.

Then, under their indiscriminate collision, more yaks and mammoths were set on fire, with thick fur on their bodies.