"These inhumane guys must be dealt a devastating blow!" Regarding the Tutu people's act of exterminating humanity, Gu Wen said that he could not accept it. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

During the darkest period of Lanxing's ancient history, the Han people were indeed treated as "two-legged sheep" as food for raising. Just like a literati said, between the lines of thousands of years of history, there are two words: "cannibalism".

But on paper, it feels shallow. Although the history is conclusive, after all, it is not as shocking as really seeing the "sheep ladder" of the Tutu people.

Gu Wen has been in Qingyun Continent for more than ten years, and he has also seen a lot of big scenes, a large number of soldiers have died in battle, and he has also witnessed the live performance of the abyss anemone eating alive on Monkey Face Island.

But as a human being, he eats his own kind, and Gu Wen can't agree. The best thing to do for these beasts is to exterminate them completely.

Gu Wen couldn't sit still, turned around and walked out of the command center, and got into the central control room, which was the general control console of various organs. A couple of trained "slightly knowledgeable" pirate apprentices are busily moving around a large array of joysticks.

Seeing Gu Wen come in, several apprentices hurriedly bowed down and saluted: "Mr. Wen." ”

The control operators of the fortress were all trained by Gu Wen himself, and he was very respectful to Gu Wen.

Gu Wen was also not polite, waved his hand to let the two apprentices get out of the way, and stepped forward to start a quick operation.

For the sake of his own safety, the drawings of the Pubei Port Fort given by Gu Wen are simplified versions, and at the same time, Gu Wen still retains some desperate traps.

The behavior of the Tutu tribe touched Gu Wen's bottom line, and this time he would not keep his hand.

The Tutu cavalry, which launched an attack again, learned from the experience of the previous time, and first let thousands of people dismount and hold shields, forming a tight circular shield formation to cover the advance of the "sheep ladder".

At the same time, tens of thousands of light cavalry galloped back and forth in all directions like flowers, constantly shooting at various light and dark shooting points in Pubei Port with a fast-attacking arrow array. Due to the fortress's strong defenses, only a handful of unlucky crossbowmen were injured by arrows fired into the narrow holes. But these light cavalry still achieved their main purpose: to cover the advance of the besieging troops by harassment.

At the cost of nearly 1,000 casualties, they rushed over the inclined embankment and climbed the first wall, and the besieging troops were dumbfounded.

The corpses of all the warriors and horses in the trenches were gone, and if it weren't for the blood spilled everywhere, it would have been like there had never been a battle here. The spikes all over the ground also reappeared.

The small gains that Dare Qing had just made with a huge sacrifice were also smoothed out by Gu Wen's flap trap.

The Tutu warriors had no choice but to go down to the trench again to eradicate the spikes under the rain of arrows.

What is more pitiful is that this group of hard-working lumberjacks easily risked their lives to clear a clearing, and the troops who followed rushed up.

Clusters of spikes suddenly appeared on the ground again, skewering the Tutu soldiers in the trenches into a pile of spicy hot meat skewers, 5 yuan for the big sticks and 3 yuan for the small ones.

In the third case, it was not until the ground was filled with dead that the Tutu troops, who had suffered heavy casualties, rushed to the concave wall again.

I saw that the Turks once again formed a shield array, resisting the bows and crossbows that were shot like flying locusts from the top, bottom, left and right. One of the wrestlers lifted long wooden poles to support the wall and pressed the guillotine.

Dozens of "sheep" ladders were erected and lifted up the wall. Two hundred specially selected elite pioneers climbed up.

Just as the vanguard was about to touch the head of the wall, suddenly the five thousand Xilai warriors who had been lying in ambush behind the sloping embankment wall for a long time launched an attack. Rockets and short spears fired in unison, catching the Tutu people by surprise at close range.

The first army fell down the "sheep" ladder like dumplings. The sheep ladder was also ignited, emitting smoke and the smell of roasted meat, making the Xilai warriors in the dark castle on the concave wall vomit.

After this round of blows, the Tutus in the trenches were cleansed, and three commanders who were charging forward were lost in succession. The Tutu soldiers had to retreat again.

The power of the Pubei Port Fort was beyond the expectations of Tu Lier and others. Disagreements began to arise among the main generals of the Timurid tribes.

Half of the generals, led by Captain Richimi, had already begun to retreat, and Richimi suggested:

"Khan, Pubei Port is not an overnight destination, the old camp is only 50,000 old, weak, sick and disabled, if it is difficult to hold on to it by a surprise attack, the army will be in a dilemma. It is better to withdraw troops quickly and preserve strength. ”

The young Zhuang generals led by Bode spelled out the real fire, and Bode said loudly:

"We can't retreat, we have lost more than fifteen thousand heroic warriors, how can we be worthy of the heroic spirits of these warriors if we retreat like this?"

"The Silai pirates do not dare to confront us head-on, it is all a matter of intrigues. As long as we attack with all our troops and force them to fight head-on, we will definitely be able to defeat these dastardly pirates. Khan, give the order!"

Shaman Khuhandalla agreed, "Yes, the oracle of the Immortal Heaven says that we will be victorious. But courage must be summoned. ”

As a god with a credit that is close to bankruptcy, Khuhandalla is now difficult to ride. If he does not win this battle, Khuhandallah will become a blasphemous who forges oracles. The fate that awaited him was to be stoned to death by all the fallen men.

Therefore, Khuhandalla can only hope that the Timurid tribe will fight hard, even if the casualties are large, as long as they take Pubei Port. The oracle did not say how many Timurid tribes would remain after this battle.

Turil glanced at Khuhandara. As the leader of a tribe, Turil was politically insightful, and the shaman's selfishness seemed to him to be insightful.

But in the current situation, we can't help but grit our teeth and fight.

In the middle of the battle just now, several scouts brought bad news. The 200,000-strong army of the Gangong tribe had begun to appear more than ten miles away.

This group of despicable pirates who betrayed the alliance is definitely not a good thing, and the battle they put up is just waiting for the fisherman to profit.

In other directions, the camp of wanderers almost poured out of the nest and pounced on the old camp of Timur.

Turiel is not too worried about these guys who bully the weak and fear the hard, and with the prudence of Captain Nuhachi, he can keep the camp from losing.

What Turiel is really worried about is that after the wanderers, there are several armies ready to pick up the bargain.

A half-crippled old battalion will definitely not be able to stop wave after wave of jackals.

If the army returns at this time, not only will the overall plan fail, but the Tutu warriors will also lose 20,000 or 30,000 elites, which is definitely an irreparable disaster for the Timurid tribe, which is already underpopulated.

"At this moment, only by fighting and attacking will you win. Turrier made up his mind.

In the Tuji Chinese army, the red wolf's head flag was rising, and the horn of the bull whistled for a long time.

All the Tutu warriors tightened their horses' belly belts, turned their mounts, and clenched their longbows or scimitars in their hands.

The horn stopped, and the entire battlefield was silent, except for the blood-red wolf's head banner hunting in the wind.

Finally, the wolf's head flag moved, and it jerked forward. The Tutu knights howled in unison, urged their horses, and launched a charge.

The Tutu cavalry launched a decisive attack on the three directions of the Lotus type in Pubei Port. More than 100,000 war horses took the fortress as the center and rushed towards the center.

"It's a good time!" the big boss in the command center, Yong Tianxie, and Gu Wen in the control room, applauded in unison.

The military orders of the Yongtian Association were sprinkled like flowing water, and a group of Xilai warriors rushed to the front line;

Gu Wen's hands were flying, jumping on the joystick, and various mechanisms were constantly changing around the fortress;

Rain of arrows, crossbows, rockets, short spears, ground thorns, gravel, boiling oil. In the face of the crazy Tutu cavalry, the pirates of the Xilai tribe also fought a real fire.

Sheltered by an impregnable fortress, the warriors of the Xilai tribe can exert two hundred percent of their combat power. Everyone is constantly handing deadly weapons to the enemy.

In less than half an hour, the Tutu warriors, who had completely abandoned the cover, lost another 10,000 men.

At the expense of this. Two thousand elite warriors, led by Bode, finally discovered the two secret doors under the walls of the sloping embankment, and they fought to break through the small iron gates, and rushed in with a roar.

On the other hand, the vanguard of the Tu Turk army, under the personal "supervision" of the shaman Khuhandara, finally rushed to the concave city wall.

With a loud cheer, the Tutu warriors were finally able to storm the castle and burn it to the ground.

They had decided that they would not let this group of Silai pirates die easily. The fate that awaits these cowardly fellows is to live to watch parts of their bodies being eaten by brave Tutu warriors.

The two groups of people who entered the dark passage and ascended the city did not cheer.

Bode's two thousand elites looked at the empty, dark and narrow underground passages crisscrossing like spider webs, and were stunned.

The forwards led by Khuhandalla looked at the second deeper and wider trench, and the third higher and thicker wall, and was equally confused. (To be continued.) )