"Ready, fire~"

The voice of the hooligan sounded again at the mouth of the mountain.

The difference is that when such a command is shouted from the mouth of this thing, the joy and excitement in it can be heard in it.

Then, almost at the moment when the hooligan voice sounded, hundreds of muskets rang out at the same time.

That's when the musketeers on the back of the turtle began to use the loaded muskets. Kill those cavalry at close range.

Even, directly with incendiary bombs, those poor mounts were set on fire with the cavalry, when countless wails and screams were heard on the battlefield.

The scoundrels finally reacted, and joined the slaughter with the musketeers, who were also stupid.

The only difference from just now is that because the mountain pass, which was not wide in the first place, was blocked by the giant tortoise for most of it, the shooting range left was really not very wide.

Therefore, when shooting, the musketeer, who had just finished shooting, did not retreat as before, and continued to reload the musket in his hand.

Instead, he handed the musket that was empty in his hand and handed it back behind him, and asked the person behind him to help reload it.

At the same time, with his other hand, he received the musket that had been loaded long ago, and after aiming at the target again, he waited for the order to fire again.

The muskets rang out continuously, and waited until the musketeers had finished firing three times in a row.

On the wildling's side, there were already a few cavalry left on the backs of the mammoths and yaks, and all of them were shot down from their mounts.

The only thing they can do before dropping their mounts is to vent.

Facing the opponent at the mouth of the mountain pass, he will throw the gun full of his anger, regardless of the full force, hoping that he will not die in vain.

It is a pity that this contains a helpless final counterattack, and does not achieve any substantial results.

The old and weak soldiers on the back of the turtle often retreated into the wooden sentry post when the spear was still far away from them.

Let the chest wall with the thickness of the bowl mouth perfectly protect itself.

And under the giant tortoise, those musketeers who did not have any cover, they seemed much calmer.

They tend to wait until the moment when the shrouded throwing gun is about to fly in front of them, and then they don't hurry to lower their heads.

The previous combat experience told them this:

The strange material and light riot helmet on their heads actually has quite good protective capabilities.

As long as it is an explosion-proof helmet, it is still in good condition, and it can completely withstand the attack of a throwing gun, and Brother Yong said that a minor injury within a concussion may appear.

But as long as it's not too unlucky, it will definitely not hang up because of this.

If the wildling's counter-attacking spear hits the vital position of their chest and abdomen, that is what they are most looking forward to.

Because even the throwing spears thrown by the savage warriors with all their strength can only smash a shallow groove in the iron armor of their chests and abdomen.

As for wanting to pierce it, it doesn't exist.

Of course, although the spear can't pierce their iron armor, the force carried on it will also be transmitted to them.

If you don't do it, you can directly break it, one or two ribs in their chest.

Fortunately, the injury of one or two broken ribs is really not a serious injury in the eyes of the primitive people.

Not to mention that they continue to fire and fight.

In this way, except for a very small number of yaks and mammoths, who successfully escaped from the battlefield of this mountain pass, and were reluctantly pacified by the frightened knights above.

The vast majority of mammoths and yaks were either burned to death.

Or, in the mad run, they fled into the surrounding mountains and forests, and I believe that it is difficult for the savage army not to be recovered......

At the same time, because of the fierce burning mammoth and yak in the mountain pass, the personnel of both sides were isolated.

Therefore, this double-shot battle can be regarded as a temporary end.

At the very least, for an hour or so, there was no way for the two sides to make any contact, because the yaks and mammoths were covered in long hair and fat.

At least it can burn for an hour, and then it will gradually go out.

After realizing this, all the participants on both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

Miraculously, even the savage side, which has an absolute advantage in many aspects, such as the situation and numbers, is the same.

Like a green onion struggling to grow, Song Yong's back stood straight and stood on the back of a high turtle.

Song Yong, who has always maintained this shape, holds a military telescope in his hand, which is said to be produced by Mao Zi's family, and endures the foul smell between his noses while passing through the bursts of smoke that spreads in front of him.

Slowly turning his head towards the original location of the red cypress tribe, he looked at it like this,

Then, under the clear lens of the telescope, I saw shocking scenes.

I saw that there were fires burning everywhere inside and outside the Chibai tribe, as if everything that could be burned was burning at this moment.

It turned out that what was set on fire by the savages was not only the big cypress tree, but also all the huts of the entire red cypress tribe.

Under the light of the raging fire, thousands of wild men scattered into hundreds of squads, cleaning the battlefield inside and outside the Red Cypress tribe, collecting everything they could use.

The look on their faces made Song Yong feel very familiar.

When he thought about it carefully, he was surprised to realize that in the autumn harvest at the end of last autumn, the sweet smiles of his subordinates when they harvested the grains were not official.

And here for the savages, this is also a huge gain for them.

Compared with the tribes in the southwest region, these wild people living in the Daxue Mountain area undoubtedly seem more impoverished and depressed in life.

Therefore, here in the red cypress tribe, they can find too many good things.

Whether it's a clay pot or a small bag of salt, it can surprise them for a long time.

If you can find a left iron spear on the ground, you will be surprised by these savages to pick it up, and you will immediately change it for yourself.

Some of them even fight each other because of the competition for such powerful weapons.

It is often under the scolding of those who act as on-site commanders and secretly worship the disciples of the hall that they will reluctantly give up.

At the same time, the coalition fighters lying on the ground, whether they are currently dead or seriously wounded, will be refilled by the savages.

Then, dragging one of its thighs, it shifted towards a certain position.

For them, these are also a huge harvest, a huge harvest in terms of food.

Of course, not all the savages went to clean up the battlefield, and there were still about 6,000 savages who began to assemble at a position three miles away.

I believe that by the time the fire is extinguished, all their assembly and preparation work will be completely completed.

At that point, they will be able to launch a continuation of the attack.

In short, the savage army is estimated to have strengthened its confidence, and it must completely wipe out the coalition army under the first battle.

For this reason, Song Yong knows that whether it is advance or retreat?

You need to discuss a result with the two of you immediately.

It was also at this time that Song Yong remembered: He has been appearing for so long, and he has made such a big move, why are those two guys gone?

"By the way, Tough Bone Witch and Red Cypress, where are the two of them?"

Song Yong turned his head and asked loudly at the hooligan.

After hearing this, the hooligan pointed to the rear and pointed out the direction in which the two witches in his memory were carried away by his subordinates.

Later, just before Song Yong could say something, Ma Li slid off the turtle's back and hurriedly ran towards the position behind him.

As a result, before he had gone far, he heard a crying voice: "Brother Yong, you go and see Chibai and their lords, right? ”