The courtyard wall of the stone fortress of the craftsman camp can not stand people, except for a few soldiers on the sentry tower, the craftsmen in the wall will push out the siege vehicles one by one, the second layer of the tall siege vehicle has been level with the courtyard wall, the third layer is much higher, the craftsmen stand on the siege vehicle, make a strong crossbow and longbow, shoot at the barbarians outside the wall, there is no way back outside the wall, the barbarians who have interception in front of them desperately hit the courtyard wall, bend the bow and arrow on the horse, and shoot at the Dingzhou people on the siege vehicle and the sentry tower. From time to time, someone screamed and fell from the siege engine.

The breeze sitting on the sentry tower did not move at all, the raging fire outside reflected his face crimson, from time to time there were cold arrows shooting at the sentry tower, Zhong Jing next to him carried a shield to block the arrows one by one, the eight bull crossbows on the sentry tower shot out with a whistling sound, and the barbarians who were forced to be huddled together by the fire were often shot like a sugar gourd by the powerful eight bull crossbows.

Qingfeng didn't expect Yang Yidao to arrive on time, she wasn't sure if Shang Haibo would borrow a knife to kill people, so when she came to the craftsman camp, all the arrangements were to eliminate the barbarians who attacked here, and all the people in the outside living area were withdrawn to the craftsman camp. Looking at the craftsmen who had been densely lined up in a dense formation inside the courtyard wall, and then looking at the barbarian cavalry outside, Qingfeng showed a smile on his face, Najib, today is your death taboo, no one of the barbarians here can live.

The brutes outside the wall had no way to retreat, and behind them was the approaching fire, and the trebuchets inside the wall were still throwing grease, and the fire reflected the sky red, and the smell of roast meat spread in the air.

"Rush to the wall." The barbarians, who had no way to retreat, had red eyes and dragged huge logs to hit the wall again and again, and finally, after a loud bang, the wall of the stone rampart was knocked down more than ten zhang long, and several siege vehicles near this section of the courtyard wall were knocked down, screaming and falling down. The brutes cheered and swarmed through the gap.

Najib did not have time to rejoice, for his joy was extinguished by the crossbows that flew like locusts, and the hundred-shot crossbows that had been prepared in the wall were fired into the gap, and the cavalry who rushed in were densely packed with arrows like hedgehogs.

The brutes in front fell, and the barbarians in the back kept pouring in, because the fire behind them was getting closer and closer, and the fire with the smell of roasted meat was more terrifying than the crossbow arrows.

Batches poured in, batches fell, and in an instant, the gap of more than ten zhang had been filled by the corpses of people and horses.

Yang Yidao was anxious, after receiving Shang Haibo's 800-mile urgent order, he led a thousand cavalry under his command to go first, and the foot soldiers followed, when he was still more than ten miles away from the craftsman camp, he saw the fire rising into the sky on the side of the craftsman camp, and his heart even raised to his throat, can it withstand it?

The walls of the craftsman's camp were broken down piece by piece, and more and more brutes began to rush into the walls, and after firing the crossbows several times, they finally began to crush, and there was no longer time to load the crossbows, and the technicians hurriedly dragged the crossbows backwards, and in the flat fire of the long-arm bows, the foot soldiers lined up in a dense formation and began to move forward. These armies of technicians have no combat training, and can only rely on the superiority of numbers, the sophistication of the Kaijia, and the tactics of overwhelming the opponent with the tactics of crowds.

Najib looked at the cavalry beside him, nearly half of them had gone now, and when he saw the black and pressed iron-armored foot soldiers on the opposite side, his heart was full of bitterness, he originally thought that it was a great credit for being captured, but now it is the first step into the abyss of death, and now he can no longer leave this place. Since the other party has laid a trap here, it is conceivable that even if he rushes out of here, he is further outside, I am afraid that there are ambushes waiting for him now, not to mention, he looked at the fire behind him, and the corners of his mouth were pulled, and it was impossible to rush out.

With a glimmer of hope, his men were plucking up the courage to charge at the opposing men, but Najib knew that defeat was inevitable, and the cavalry without the speed of the charge was facing the armored soldiers who were waiting for them, and the long, sharp spears were already doomed, not to mention, he saw that behind the foot soldiers, the terrifying hundred rounds had begun to load the crossbow arrows.

In fact, as Najib saw, although the craftsmen of the craftsman battalion did not have any military training, they had strength, some of them had excellent armor, sharp weapons, and the big guys were tightly huddled together, filling the already small battlefield, and the barbarian cavalry with no way back was squeezed by countless foot soldiers, desperately waving their war horses and slashing indiscriminately, unless they cut to the point, it was difficult to kill with a knife, and those spears that were indiscriminately stabbed were simply unbearable, and the craftsmen had no military qualities, Some of them poked people, some stabbed horses, and the victory was that there were many people, and one after another the cavalry was poked to the ground by the men and horses, and was quickly emptied from the field.

The gleam in Najib's eyes slowly faded and became a little hollow, allowing his horses to roam the battlefield, completely ignoring the fact that his cavalry was fighting to the death. The end is already doomed, it's just a struggle before dying.

He looked up and saw a beautiful woman in white standing on the edge of the sentry tower not far away, holding the letter railing tightly with both hands, with hatred and ridicule on her face, looking at him coldly.

The Director of the Statistical Survey Division. Najib was suddenly in a trance, for the important people in Dingzhou, in the grassland, there are their portraits, I can't imagine that the offensive carefully planned by Hu Shuai has hidden from Lu Dalin and Yang Yidao, but it is planted in the hands of such a woman. A hatred rose in Najib's heart, and he killed her, and a voice screamed violently in his heart, and his legs clamped the horse's belly, and he destroyed the horse, speeding it up, and at the same time he had three long arrows in his hand, and he pulled the bow and wound it, and the strings rang three times, and the arrows were fired.

Zhong Jing has been carefully guarding, when Najib began to run to this side, she has raised her vigilance, when a black line suddenly appeared in his eyes, Zhong Jing's heart trembled, so fast arrows, shields, blocked in front of Qingfeng, when Dangdang three times in a row, Zhong Jing's arm was numb, the tiger's mouth shook violently, the shield was already out of his hand and was shaken away, seeing that the other party was three arrows in a row, he screamed, he didn't care about anything else, grabbed Qingfeng with one hand, fit and hit, he had knocked Qingfeng to the ground, and the three fronts that were connected in a line swept over the heads of the two of them, Zhong Jing, who was in a cold sweat, pressed the breeze under him, and before he could get up, he had already ordered loudly, "Kill him!" ”

Seeing the breeze fall to the ground, the soldiers on the sentry tower were all scattered, and several eight-bull crossbows were aimed at Naji at the same time, and the sound of collapse sounded continuously, and more than a dozen long crossbows were shot out at the same time.

Najib didn't have time to see the results of his battle, the long crossbow was shot, he only had time to wave the longbow in his hand, to hit the long crossbow, but the power of the eight-bull crossbow is not human-powered, although he used all the strength of his body, but only let the longbow deflect a little, it was still lightning pierced into his body, followed by the eight-ox crossbow arrow nailed Najib and the horse to the ground alive, the crossbow through the human body and the horse, in a frame so that Najib although he was dead thoroughly, but still did not fall, together with the war horse, was set on the ground.

When Najib died, the barbarian cavalry began to flee in all directions, and some jumped into the fire despite the raging fire. Qingfeng got up from the ground in a good time, tidied up his clothes, looked at the battlefield where the overall situation was determined, and coldly ordered, "Kill them all, and leave no one behind." ”

When Yang Yidao arrived at the battlefield, the battle was basically over, the craftsmen were dragging water dragons to extinguish the fire outside, more craftsmen were cleaning up the battlefield, wrapping the dead companions in white cloth and neatly stacking them together, and the injured companions were quickly carried away for treatment, and as for the brute riders, they were piled up together.

Yang Yidao slowly walked into the craftsman's camp, seeing the tragic battlefield, he was a little dumbfounded, he was desperately rushing to come, but he didn't expect that the war was over before he arrived, seeing the corpse of Najib who was still being held in the center of the battlefield by a long crossbow, he couldn't help but shake his heart for a while, looking at the breeze in the long skirt fluttering on the sentry tower, he turned over and dismounted, walked to the sentry tower, hugged his fists and bowed and said: "Yang Yidao has seen Director Qingfeng." ”

Qingfeng leaned down, looked at Yang Yidao condescendingly, and said with a smile: "Yidao, you're still late, the battle is over." Three thousand barbarians, none of them escaped. ”

Yang Yidao smiled and said: "Director Hexi, there is no last resort, the first battle is successful, kill Bayar's eldest son Najib, and make a great contribution to my Dingzhou, and the morale of Dingzhou." Yidao originally wanted to attach the wing to the director behind him, and also pick up some combat exploits, but he didn't think of hurrying slowly, but he still didn't catch it, and the director's hand was too fast. ”

Qingfeng laughed, "Najib? With a knife, clean up this guy's corpse and send it to the front line in Shanglinli, and let Lu Dalin return it to Hu He, I really want to see what expression the invincible Hu He has on his face when he sees Najib's body, hahaha! ”

Hu He set up a plan to almost let Li Qing fall on Baishan Mountain, and Qingfeng has always held a grudge.

Annihilating the invading brute horsemen, Qingfeng cleaned up Najib's corpse and marched towards the upper forest accompanied by Yang Yidao, and the ruined living quarters of the craftsman's camp and the torn down wall were at their own disposal.

Lu Dalin, who had already gotten the news, was like sitting on pins and needles, and thousands of cavalry raided the craftsman's battalion, which really made him break out in a cold sweat, and Huhe's ruthlessness made him really understand it, but fortunately, the Statistical Survey Department discovered the other party's action in time, and prepared in advance, but turned a big bad thing into a good thing, when he heard that the scout who came to report the news had been wiped out by the brute cavalry who had infiltrated and beheaded the thief chief Najib, Lu Dalin finally put his mind at ease.

Huhe, this time let you steal chickens without eating rice, see how you explain to Bayar? A smile appeared on Lu Dalin's face, if this failure could make Hu He lose his mind, it would be even better!

(To be continued)