"Pick!"

With the orders of Eastwood's improvised commanders, more than 5,000 (as many as you would say) corpses were speared off the walls.

Blood, internal organs, brains, and broken bones floated all over the city.

Eastwood is the demon sent to the mainland by purgatory, commanding and training the army with the highest talent, he naturally knows that the army formed in a hurry in the city, even if it is similar in number to the Tatars outside, the combat effectiveness is not at the same level, and the army formed in a hurry is a problem with each other's coordination and coordination, and the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, so from the very beginning, Eastwood did not plan to go out of the city to fight a field battle with the Tatars。

The second wave of Tatars climbed up, this time more numerous and more murderous, and the fragmentation of the same people slaughtered like cattle, did not frighten the Tatars, but provoked the ferocity of this group of savages.

A Tatar was pierced by a spear in the abdomen, holding the spear in one hand, not allowing the spear to pierce his body again, and in his hand the saber was sheathed.

The bows and arrows of the Tatars on horseback under the city were finally released, and they fired at an elevation angle. Arrows can be fired in an eerie arc over the walls to the defenders behind.

Airplanes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Airplanes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The arrows were nailed to the human musculature, the feathers at the ends still fluttering slightly, and the defenders wore light armor. Protection was already limited, and even if a shield was held in such a dense range of arrows, it could not protect the whole body, and in an instant, a miserable scream resounded through the city wall, and three or five uninjured soldiers dragged the wounded soldiers away, pulled out the arrows, and sent them down the city wall.

Soldiers who were shot directly to death. Without hesitation, he pushed down the city walls.

The crash car slowly came to the city gate, and the Tatars who were originally carrying the crashed car hid in the crash car without hesitation. The crashing wood in the middle of the collision was pulled backwards by them in unison、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

boom

The loud sound seemed to ring the death knell of the city, and the two people hit the wood as thick as their waists, and slammed on the city gate. The bolt behind the gate shook violently. The dust that had accumulated on the city gate for many years finally left the city gate at this time, and in an instant the dust flew up, and the blood left by the waterfall on the city wall wet it, and instantly turned into "blood mud".

Adults shoulder-wide irregular boulders, more than a dozen pieces at the same time smashed down towards that crash, metal flesh and bones wood stones, who the can still tell, the whole crash. was smashed to pieces, and the people inside were also buried together. When the first boulder fell, a nearby Tatar clearly saw that the body of a Tatar wearing heavy armor inside the crash was as wilted as a flattened tomato, and the red blood was squeezed by the external force, flying three meters out、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

"The Tatars are climbing up again! Don't be stunned not to want to be slaughtered!"

It was a petty officer appointed by Eastwood, who had been presumably a slave owner, and who was wheeling his axe back and forth, shouting hysterically.

In fact, the soldiers defending the city now are very advantageous, as if you are guarding a narrow entrance, and the other party can only enter one person at a time, but you have three people who can attack the person who enters the entrance at the same time, which is a problem of momentum and psychology, these mercenaries and slave hunters have also licked blood and killed people with knives, but small fights are okay, compared with the Tatars below, it is still almost, not as fierce as the Tatars, and they are not afraid of death.

The first crash was quickly cleared by the Tatars, and the second crashed again, but was soon smashed to pieces by boulders, like a canned sardine in tomato juice、、、、、、、、、、、、 tsk、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

The Tatars under the city never stopped, and climbed the city wall one after another, and the number of people was more and more than one wave, and the number of people was more than one wave, and the corpses of both sides outside the city wall were already piled up two meters high.

The Tatars on the horses were almost unable to control the horses, because there were corpses everywhere, and the horses were shaking back and forth, and there was nowhere to focus.

"Thirty-Four !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Eastwood's eyes were still closed, and he swayed back and forth in his rocking chair, making a creaking sound.

"Thirty-five !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Eastwood slammed to his feet and slapped his palm on the small table beside him.

"It's time!"

The Tatars on the horse outside the city subconsciously touched their quiver again, touched it, touched it again, and looked down in unison.

"My arrows are gone!"

"Mine is 、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、 too"

"Damn it!"

At this moment, the soldiers on the city wall, who had not dared to show their heads, first picked up the rolling logs, and the boulders smashed at the Tatars who were holding ladders below, and then the soldiers in rows began to condescend, picking up bows and arrows and aiming at the Tatars who had no arrows on their horses, shooting unscrupulously.

The last three crashed cars, and halfway through the march began to move back, and the Tatars, who did not know how to use machinery, took a long time to build a simple crash, which seemed to them to be very expensive.

A large number of Tatars were shot to death by an enemy who was obviously inferior to their own archery, and it is believed that this is a very insulting thing, and how ironic it is that the Tatars, who are good at horse archery, were shot to death by a group of archery two-poles because the arrows were gone????????????

Many bantams were also nailed to the ground with their masters, making a terrible neighing !!!

Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are many customs of all the barbarians in the wasteland, and there is no need to hide them at all, so it is not as good as this horn sound, two sounds represent attack, and three sounds represent retreat.

When the Tatars heard the third sound of the bull's horn, they did not hesitate to retreat backwards, some on two legs, some on an ownerless war horse, and some wounded, crawling in the direction of their own camp!!!

The Tatars withdrew、、、、、、、、、

The Tatars are nomads, and the evacuation is like the wind.

A Tatar on the ground, with only the upper body left, dragging a pile of bits and pieces of intestines, spleen and kidney, grabbed a handful of grass with all his might, bent his arms, and took a step forward, about 20 centimeters, and now he was the only living Tatar left in the whole battlefield, with a kind of persistence, dragging his internal organs towards his camp, every movement involved the wound and pain, but still moving slowly.

The soldiers on the walls did not cheer, and all eyes were on the Tatar who dragged his entrails and marched at a turtle speed.

Sou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally one of the soldiers could not look at it, and an arrow resulted in the poor barbarian.

The soldiers on the walls did not cheer, because they knew that the Tatars would still come, and today they were only temporarily repulsed.

On the battlefield full of armor and corpses, several old horses pretending to be dead suddenly got up and ran towards the forest on the side without hesitation.

The horses seemed to be laughing, this group of creatures, the tail of the horse kept swinging, a group of strange creatures fighting with metal products, maybe the old horse thought so about humans.

、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、 the dividing line!

"Well, I'm not bad!"

Eastwood was still lazily lying in his rocking chair, which still creaked and creaked.

Kneeling opposite were more than 100 soldiers in khaki armor with Eastwood's family coat of arms, mostly around 37 to 40 years old, middle-ranking officers (commanders) selected by Eastwood.

"Remember your oaths, remember the badges on the armor you wear!

Eastwood waved his hand and motioned for them to come down.

"You just said that there are no less than ten totem warriors from the Holy Temple next to Little Mud?"

Da Dan Yu German-mace, with his hands behind his back, standing in the courtyard, on one side is the prince who has just returned to the royal court, the night of the wasteland is very beautiful, the clear blue-black sky, one by one dazzling stars, even at night, the sky of the wasteland is so clear, so transparent、、、、、、、、、

Da Shan came with his back to the building, so he couldn't see Da Shan Yu's expression in that building, but with his own understanding of his father, he could guess that Da Shan Yu should have a very dignified expression now.

"Hannibal himself became a totemic warrior?"

Da Shan Yu still didn't turn around, and continued to ask in an emotionless tone, this time the building was panicked.

"Yes, Father!"

I don't know what to say about it. But for a long time, he obeyed his father's words, and Lou Lai still replied subconsciously. He could never disobey his father, never, unless he ascended the throne 、、、、、、、、、、、 become the new generation of Vikings、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

"I think it's time to kill Hannibal!" (To be continued......)