Yun Tu frowned and looked at the slowly approaching western team on the opposite side, even if there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, he was a little anxious in his heart, and frequently turned his head to look behind him, secretly angry that Yun Huang and Yun Ma had not calmed down the chaos of the big camp, you must know that at the first time of the chaos of the big camp, he led the troops out to block the heavenly claw, that is, he was afraid that the heavenly claw dog would jump over the wall and take the lead in attacking the big camp, which would inevitably bring a greater blow to the big camp of the barren people.

Just when Yuntu was anxious, the sixth shell finally blasted out, the frequency of shells every two minutes was not high, although the speed of the western army seemed to be slow, but it was always advancing, ten minutes was enough time for them to close the distance, seeing that the most advanced was about to break through the horn of the artillery, and did not care about the scorching heat of the artillery, and bombarded the more and more loose queues as much as possible.

This time, because of the distance purchased, nine out of ten shells hit the queue, one of which wiped out half of the squad of thirty people in an instant, the squad that was complete a second ago, only half was left after a second, and the comrades-in-arms who usually eat, sleep and train together fell to the ground in pieces, and the miserable screams of the wounded resounded through the eardrums, and the squad leader finally couldn't help it, knelt on the ground and cried, all of whom died were his brothers.

Such scenes abound in the queue, after all, even if they are scattered, it is impossible for a thousand-person formation to be too loose, this round of shelling has caused nearly a hundred casualties, plus the previous casualties, it has exceeded more than four hundred, which is already half a brigade of troops, one-twelfth of the number of jīng sharp warriors.

Finally, some people can't stand the war that can only be beaten and can't fight back, all the corpses and wounded are from the western army, which makes people can't help but think that if the artillery keeps bombarding, maybe they go to the opposite side, at least half of the men and horses will be killed, and at that time, the rest of the people will not be able to defeat the deserters.

This kind of thought is like a poisonous snake biting in the hearts of everyone, many people lose confidence and collapse in the face of huge pressure, which is also what Tianclaw has been worried about, and sure enough, a jīng sharp warrior in the center of the team suddenly threw away the spear in his hand at the moment when his best friend was only half of his body left, turned around and rushed behind him.

This is the first person, but not the last person, and then one after another people threw away their weapons and fled backwards, the team suddenly paused slightly, and many jīng sharp warriors turned sideways together, looking at the fleeing comrades, some were resentful, some were angry, some were envious, and some were hesitant.

When more than a dozen people fled, more people followed, and the number of people tripled at once, and when these dozens of people rushed out of the last column, almost half of the people in the line were watching them.

These dozens of deserters didn't think about anything, and they didn't have time to think about it, there was only one voice in their heads, and if they didn't run, they would be killed by shells, this thought had filled their whole minds, and there was no room for anything else, and it was precisely because of this that these well-trained jīng warriors would run, otherwise the military regulations they usually accepted would have stopped them.

Just as they rushed out of the queue and didn't have time to breathe, the space in front of them suddenly darkened, the bowstring vibrate, the sharp arrows pierced through the air, the yīn shadow flickered, and the deserters trembled one after another, and there were more or less long arrows on their bodies.

The force of the metal longbow is extremely large, and each sharp arrow is fired within thirty meters, and the moment the arrow is hit, the arrow will pass through the back, so that the people who follow behind it can see it at a glance, and they are all frightened and stiff.

A wave of arrows can't kill everyone, and some of the guys who followed behind knelt on the ground, accustomed to begging for mercy, and some turned around and wanted to return to the queue, but the second wave of arrows came mercilessly, with arrows in the chest and arrows in the back, killing all the cowards who escaped.

The messy rain of arrows grew like a bush on the ground, on the corpses, on the wailing deserters, and then the queue went on again, and they got what they wanted, and they moved forward, and they could die, and when they turned around, they would be 100 percent dead.

Shè's line of skirmishers, still moving forward with slow and easy steps, withdrew the long arrows stuck in the ground and the corpses, shook off the blood, and reinserted the quivers, ignoring the wounded deserters, leaving them to die with their blood.

When the queue passed the desperate deserters and walked forward, in the rumbling sound, more than 100 bed crossbows equipped with wheels were pushed from the rear, and the slaves pushing the bed crossbows looked at the corpses and wounded on the ground in horror, but they did not dare to stop, and the wheels of the bed crossbows still crushed the corpses, closely following the team in front.

When Tianclaw led the team only three hundred meters away from the opposite side, the cannon was still firing, only bombarding the middle and rear of the queue, and from time to time there were bed crossbows that were blown into pieces by cannonballs, killing and injuring the surrounding slaves heavily, and at this time, the Storm Legion at the rear of the queue became a neglected spectator, the desolate people did not pay attention, and the Heavenly Claw and Red Stone did not pay attention, only two representatives, Jin Neng and White Tiger were still beating the big drum.

Suddenly, one of the desolate man's artillery exploded completely, and thousands of metal fragments swept across the desolate people of seventy or eighty meters around, and more than ten desolate people didn't even have a chance to scream, so they fell in a pool of blood, and the exploding artillery here also affected the other artillery, and the speed of the fire stopped instantly, and the other artillery soldiers no longer dared to load, they knew that if they continued, the artillery would definitely explode.

The moment the artillery stopped firing, the desolate man moved, and the two teams of two thousand people on the left and right moved together, and they parted in an uproar, revealing the dense bed crossbows that were pushed out from behind, and the number of these bed crossbows was more than that of the western army, and the wheels were also installed, and they were condescending, enough to pose a huge threat, and the moment the bed crossbows appeared, countless tribal warriors were desperate.

A war that can only be beaten and cannot be fought back is a war that must be lost, and it costs a lot to pay a huge price, and it is not easy to advance here, only to be the last line, but it is found that the desolate people have more powerful long-range weapons, and even the Heavenly Claw regrets it a little, it shouldn't be so reckless, only Redstone still remains calm.

Hundreds of bed crossbows that were ready to go replaced the artillery, and they were about to face the western army, as long as the western army rushed forward a hundred meters, at this moment, a large floating car that turned into a monster in the eyes of the desolate man suddenly rushed forward from behind, this huge floating car was equipped with armor plates like tortoise shells, and two machine guns were placed on the front and rear of the car, which was the hole card of the Storm Legion.

Redstone doesn't want the Storm Legion to interfere in the battle belonging to the Celestial Claw army, but it doesn't refuse long-range support, Xian Zhao is angry, and he won't play a temper on the battlefield, the huge floating cart is like a monster, lined up at the front of the battlefield, and the two machine guns each draw a curve, aiming at the desolate man, and at this time, no desolate can recognize what it is, including the cloud map that is in the center of the desolate man.

The time for the artillery to cool down is coming, Yuntu keeps looking at the artillery position, expecting the artillery to roar again, in his eyes, no matter what kind of monster the floating car is, as long as the artillery is concentrated, it will inevitably be blown to pieces, but the moment the machine gun sprays shè ten meters long flames, all his plans are in vain, and this time it is the turn of the desolate man who can only be beaten and cannot fight back.