A dozen heads lay there quietly, and Carlo could still see the look of fear and pain on those faces, and the fractured skulls were not neat incisions, but as if they had been torn apart by a huge force, and Carlo felt cold all over, and at the same time, irrepressible anger erupted.

"That'...... That's my sister!" There was a terrible cry from the side, and Carlo sighed in his heart and immediately looked over.

The young recruit, Mai Sui, trembled as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes fixed on one of the many heads beneath the fortress walls.

Not only him, but more than half of the soldiers on the fortress wall recognized the heads immediately, whether they were their former relatives, friends, neighbors, or wives......

"They're dead!" cried Mai Sui, knowing what would happen to women in the hands of barbarians, but there was still a hope in their hearts, hoping for a miracle, but when this bloody scene was presented in front of them, all prayers and hopes were in vain.

There was a dead silence on the walls of the fortress, and the sound of low sobs and angry gnashing of teeth was gradually heard.

The barbarian leader stared at the soldiers on the fortress wall, watching the human soldiers' reactions, nodded and felt very satisfied, and grinned wildly and laughed presumptuously.

Carlo looked up and saw that the barbarians had formed a formation and gradually occupied the front of the battlefield, and they formed two rows to form a V-shaped formation, with the leader as the center, slowly moving closer to the bottom of the fortress wall.

"Huh!"

A barbarian galloped out of the ranks with a large bullhorn, pointed in the direction of the fortress wall, and blew the horn of attack!

"Cheer up!" Carlo yelled and drew his steel sword, waking the soldiers around him from their low state, this is not the time to grieve, the barbarians have already attacked, if they don't want to meet their dead relatives in hell, then they can only resist.

In previous rehearsals, Touron had repeatedly taught them that the Barbarians' method of combat was mainly to charge, and that as long as they did not confront them head-on, their threat would be greatly reduced, and the wooden house town with its fortress walls was not at a disadvantage at this time.

"Soldiers, let the intruders see how sharp our blades will be!" Carlo held the steel knife, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart, and he swung his knife to cut the barbarian's head hanging outside the wall in half, and shouted: "Take revenge on the murderer of our relatives!"

Death doesn't just bring fear, it stirs up a fierce fire of revenge!

The ranks of the barbarians ran, they did not need to ride horses, and by virtue of their physical superiority, their legs were stronger and more powerful than the finest horses, and they were faster, and they charged like a humanoid tank.

There was the sound of the rope being taut from behind him, and the mongoose did not look back, he held a musket tightly, feeling that his palms were full of beads of sweat, while the companion next to him was even more nervous, in the cold wind, the mongoose could even see that his back clothes were wet with cold sweat, and they were tightly clinging to his skin.

"The gods are above,......" the mongoose had just said a word, but suddenly paused, and said, "If it really exists, please bless me!"

"One hundred and thirty meters!" the sentry in charge of reconnaissance shouted, "Attention all teams, adjust the direction of the launch! Confirm it one last time! One hundred and thirty meters!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

It was the sound of the crossbow machine's safety gear being opened.

Carlo took a deep breath, and at this distance, the ballista could completely break through the barbarians' defenses.

Everyone turned their eyes to Carlo, and as the commander, he nodded and shouted, "Launch!"

The Barbarians don't need to accelerate over time like horses when they run, and this race is naturally explosive, but has a weak endurance, which is ideal for short sprints, and this distance of one hundred and thirty meters can be closed in the blink of an eye.

However, the number of ballistas was limited, and although the musket could make up for the lack of weapons, the hollow area was relatively long, perhaps because of the long barrel, and the bullets fired from the musket actually hit the barbarians one step ahead of the armor-piercing arrows.

The roar of the musket halted the barbarian's speed for a moment, and the crimson spun and flew out of the barrel, and in an instant the muzzle velocity had reached an extreme of one hundred and fifty-four meters per second, and almost in a breath, the bullet screamed over the shoulders of the leading barbarian, hitting one of the barbarian warriors in the rear.

"Bang!" the projectile struggled to break through the barbarian's skin, burrowing into his body, and sending a burst of blood.

If this process can be slowed down dozens of times, it can be seen that the pointed bullet undergoes a slight deformation the moment it touches the barbarian's skin, and as it slowly invades, this deformation becomes more and more intense, and finally the sharp bullet is gradually squeezed into a mushroom shape, and its tip is knocked out of an obvious crack.

The armor-piercing arrows that followed were much sharper, with thick arrows piercing the flesh and flesh of the barbarians along with their internal organs, and feathered branches that widened the wounds through which the arrows pierced to maximize damage.

What the barbarians didn't know was that when they stepped into this plain covered with snow, they had already fallen into the trap that Rand had designed for them, and in the thinnest area of the snow, the road was wide and flat, and the barbarians naturally chose this area as the place where they charged, and under the snow, a layer of thistles had already been densely buried.

This small obstacle was created to restrain cavalry, with four sharp iron spikes, no matter how they were placed, there was always one pointed upward, extremely stable, and the six-inch-long sharp steel spikes were coated with fierce poison, and were shining under the snow, silently waiting to pierce the enemy's body.

Rand deliberately cleared several layers of snow from this area, and the roads on both sides were too thick with snow to charge, so the barbarians could only be forced to attack in this small area, and the fire on the fortress wall only needed to be suppressed in this area, so as to avoid the lack of firepower due to the large area of the attack.

After a round of long-range strikes, the barbarian finally discovered that this short distance could not be narrowed by hard fighting, and the other party had some new powerful weapons, which were far more powerful than the previous longbows, and the physique that his race had always been proud of was completely unable to resist.

The barbarian leaders ran through the snow to avoid the deadly blows amid the roar and rain of arrows, while some of the barbarians, unable to stop the charge due to inertia, stepped into a trap of thistles terrestris.