"Brothers, it's not good, run, everybody. ”

The pancakes screamed, and more than 300 people ran as they loaded their bullets and fired back.

There are too many barbarian soldiers in the back, too dense, and there is no need to aim at all.

More than 300 people will fall in the back of a round of gunfire, and more than one or two hundred people will fall behind.

Because those bullets will hit the same person a lot of the time. In addition, there are those who play high and low.

But even so, it has already made Batura's heart bleed.

There were 100,000 troops, and now there were less than 20,000 left. These are the babies who have been screened out by the law of survival of the fittest!

They are all good soldiers, and it hurts to die one!

The main thing is that according to this way of death, even if you catch these more than 300 bastards, it will be a losing battle. How else to boost morale?

Batura was anxious and shouted:

"Cavalry, cavalry, give me speed, full speed, catch them ......"

The barbarian cavalry hurriedly used the side of the scimitar to slap the horse's buttocks desperately, and the war horse galloped like lightning.

Soon, the cavalry on both flanks converged and stopped in front of the direction in which Pancake and their hundreds of men had fled.

The cavalry turned around one by one and looked playfully at the hundreds of Yan troops who had fallen into their encirclement a few hundred paces ahead.

Now, in their view, they are in a dying throe.

What they didn't know, however, was that when they stopped and looked at the more than 300 Yan soldiers, they had stopped at the edge of the woods.

At this time, behind them, the muzzles of more than 6,000 guns were already on their backs.

At the same time that Pancake jumped into the pit predetermined by the wolf with more than 300 water battalion soldiers.

The guns rang out in the woods, and as soon as they rang out, they went on and on. The sound was denser than the sound of several bundles of firecrackers set off together.

"Bumper Bumper ......"

"Ahhh......hh

The barbarian cavalry was suddenly shot in the back, and the screams continued one after another.

Before he knew what had happened, he had already fallen off his horse and died.

More than 6,000 guns hit 2,000 people, and they were there on horseback, so that they aimed at the guns

More than 6,000 soldiers of the water battalion only changed their ammunition twice, and they basically couldn't find cavalry to kill.

Even though the soldiers of the water battalion did not want to fight the horses, there were thousands of them lying on the ground and wailing.

After killing the cavalry, they turned to the barbarian infantry who were in a state of confusion.

Yes, this sudden wave of gunfire really made the barbarian soldiers confused. One by one, they stopped, their eyes purring and looking around.

There were so many gunshots that suddenly appeared, that they had a feeling of being embattled and ambushed on all sides in a short period of time.

It's the illusion that I don't know where the gunshots are coming from, and I feel like I'm surrounded by enemies.

"Bumper Bumper ......"

The guns were still ringing, and although the barbarians were still a little far from the edge of the woods, they did not prevent the bullets from killing them.

It's just that the accuracy of this kill is not high.

"It's not good, the Yan army really has an ambush, the warriors run quickly, return to the city quickly......"

Batura screamed hysterically with the strength of his own milk.

At this time, he finally realized that he was wrong, he was too eager for quick success, and killed so many warriors in vain.

He rode his horse and screamed hysterically as he ran back.

The wolf took out a domestic Type 95 automatic rifle, aimed at Batura's head, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bump. ”

This gunshot was completely different from the gunfire in the field, and Batura's heart tightened when he didn't come, as if he had a premonition that a catastrophe was coming.

But before he could make any movement, a bullet burrowed through the back of his head, taking away the entire flesh of his face.

On Batura's neck at this time was a skull without all the organs inside. It looks like half of a watermelon that has been eaten.

Watching Batura fall from his horse, the wolf blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and exclaimed:

"Old man, it's better for you to match with my wolf. If it weren't for the wolf's pit boss sending you over, I don't know when I would be able to hug you. ”

After the wolf killed Batura, he didn't strike again.

After a brief moment of confusion, the barbarian soldiers began to run frantically towards the city.

However, the sound of gunfire is still there, like a Sanskrit sound urging life, constantly harvesting their lives.

As the barbarians ran, they would suddenly fall to the ground, and then, if not dead, would not be able to get up.

Fortunately, the drawbridge of the moat was not closed, and the panicked barbarian soldiers were crazy to run to the drawbridge. In the end, few of them were able to run onto the drawbridge.

Most of them were running and running, and found that those who ran towards the drawbridge died faster.

Then he changed direction and ran around in terror. In the end, he was either killed by bullets or plunged headlong into the moat.

Some of the barbarian soldiers had just run to the drawbridge, but they were sadly surprised to find that the barbarian soldiers in the city were desperately pulling the drawbridge up.

Why, after working hard for so long, when they finally stepped on the suspension bridge, the clansmen and comrades-in-arms in the city put away their only way to survive.

In order to prevent the Yan army from entering the city, the barbarians in the city actually put away the drawbridge.

"You bastards, if you don't come out to save us, forget it, and even put away the drawbridge. You are so ruthless, I won't let you go. ”

The desperate barbarian soldiers all shouted angrily, everything, and then plunged headlong into the moat, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The funny thing is that what they hate most in their hearts at this time is not the Yan army, but the comrades-in-arms and clansmen in the city who ruined their lives.

On the walls of Gaozhou City, I don't know when countless barbarian soldiers have gathered.

They watched their comrades-in-arms and clansmen scurrying around outside the city like headless flies, being wantonly killed by the Yan army. But he didn't even dare to come up with the idea of going out to rescue.

On the city wall, no one spoke, just quietly watching the killing below.

Among these barbarians, many of them were ten and hundred-man commanders, and there were still a few soldiers under them, but none of them dared to stand up and go out to the rescue.

At this moment, deep in their hearts, a subconscious fear of Yan Jun was quietly born.

Although when bragging, they will be loud, Yan Jun is a fart in front of their barbarian warriors.

But the next time they fought with the Yan army, the first thing they had was the idea of how to flee for their lives.

The 6,000 barbarians outside the city, even if they are not killed, will eventually be left with very few left.

And in the city, the barbarian soldiers who witnessed this killing were also abolished. No one can overcome what they fear deep in their hearts.

The battle gradually came to an end. Because the barbarians in the city had already pulled up the drawbridge over the moat. The barbarian soldiers who led Batura out of the city were killed and wounded, and very few survived in the end.

This is really in response to the old saying, those who stab in the back are really their own people!

At the end of the battle, the evil wolf blatantly commanded more than 6,000 water battalion soldiers outside the city, and unscrupulously cleaned up the battlefield in front of the barbarian soldiers on the city wall.

This is the rhythm of the barbarian army in the city that is not afraid of killing at all!

Arrogant, really arrogant.

The barbarian soldiers on the city wall looked at it with a tear.