“Abakkre!”

The Krei tribe Batuluhabak held a large shield with his left hand, and the big knife on his back with his right hand, and the elites of the five hundred Krei tribe shouted the slogan of charge by his own tribe, and launched an attack from the east of the low wall of the ruins.

At this time, he was about three hundred meters away from the low wall. Standing here, the ruins behind the low wall were quiet, as if no one existed.

Habak naturally would not think that the Truchen people inside died because of the plague.

Therefore, they still maintained a complete formation when charging, and the front was full of real warriors with tall and big horses. They pressed together a large, thick beech shield of up to one meter two meters tall, and then stepped on the slippery soil and rocks to move forward slowly.

Everyone with the big shield was wearing thick iron armor. When five hundred people like this were clustered together and stepped onto the land, the entire ruin seemed to shake.

Fifty feet!

There is still no movement across the street.

Habak was both nervous and excited. At this moment, the rumbling drums in the back formation sounded. He raised his sword and the team immediately accelerated its pace!

Thirty feet!

There was finally movement on the low wall opposite, and some black cannons stretched out from the low wall!

Habak's eyes were solemn.

"Boom..."

There are almost dozens of cannons on the low wall facing him!

This time the opposite cannon was loaded with a solid bullet, and the five-pound lead bullet hit the big shield with a flat shooting attitude!

The strong kinetic energy easily penetrates the shield and penetrates the warriors hidden behind a big hole. If they don't break through, they can smash the shield to pieces. The wood chips emitted from the four scattered laser will kill all the soldiers hidden behind!

This is not over yet. This time, only 30% of the cannons fired. After the release, the originally compact formation immediately formed a gap.

"Boom..."

The second round of artillery fired.

Next is the third group....

By the time Habak brought the remaining four hundred people to the short wall that was only ten feet away from the close-range wall, their team was already in chaos. Although the Warriors at the front had some shields in their hands, they were already in a mess.

"Boom..."

The rain of bullets squirted over the sky. This time it was loaded with shotguns. When dozens of artillery bombarded together, let alone wooden shields, even if they were holding iron shields, they would be brought down under the huge pressure!

In an instant, all the people in the front fell to the ground!

"Abakkre!"

Habak behind him was furious, but he had already reached this point and could not retreat any longer. He shouted again.

The warriors simply threw away their shields and ran away!

"Boom..."

The rain was still falling, drizzling, but the enemy's artillery seemed not afraid of the rain. Fires flashed near the low wall, accompanied by a roar, just like lightning and thunder.

In the gorgeous rain of bullets, the warriors fell one after another and moved forward one after another. When Habak rushed to the front with the remaining two hundred people, they encountered a volley of guns!

Immediately afterwards, another batch of grenades falling from the sky!

"Pu!"

Habak and the last hundred people finally hit the low wall!

One hundred warriors, no opponents when fighting in close combat!

"Ah!"

Habak threw the shield in his hand at the Truchen soldier who was emerging from the low wall, and then held the fifteen-pound back knife in both hands and chopped it down!

"Gazz!"

The big knife on the back did not cut the person, but it chopped down the low wall!

The big knife was not damaged, and when it fell into the low wall, Habak realized it was the soil filled with straw bags!

Then he saw a knife!

One hundred slender bayonets!

A bayonet connected to a musket!

As the number one warrior of the Krei Division, Habak would be a joke if he was stabbed by this bayonet at once. In the flash of lightning, he squatted down!

When he squatted down, he had not forgotten to turn the big knife in his hand, then got up again, and swept upwards with the back of the knife!

According to common sense, at this time, the bayonet that was still in the sky should have been broken on the spot by the thick back of the big knife, but he swept the air!

The big sword was still in the sky, and the Truqin man who was still in front of him just now was missing. Facing him was a soldier holding a strange short gun. The short gun had a big belly and looked very ugly...

"Bang..."

The short gun fired, and a cone bullet hit his plate armor, but Habak did not feel uncomfortable. Obviously, the lead bullet just now did not cause him major damage.

He showed a grim smile and threw the big knife in his hand towards the man, but at the same time, the short gun in the man's hand fired again!

This time, the lead bullet hit his left arm without armor guard. A sharp pain caused him to be a little dizzy, but he did not retreat. He clearly saw that the big knife he threw out had already knocked down the man in front of him!

He took a short mace from his body with his right hand, took a deep breath and stepped onto the low wall!

"Pu..."

At this moment, a stronger pain than the lead bullet hit his left arm came from his thigh. When he looked down, he saw that the soldier holding a spear had a bayonet inserted into his right thigh!

What a Habak. In this case, he could endure the severe pain, and the mace in his right hand was about to smash the man!

"Bang..."

At this time, the soldier holding the short gun who was hit by his big knife not far away and fired the short gun in his hand again!

This gun hit Habak's left thigh!

Now Habak could no longer hold on, and he fell down from the low wall and then fell heavily to the ground!

At the same time, the battles on other few low walls were similar. Although it was a bit dangerous, the Truqins still guarded the low walls!

On the mountain bag, Ablikhan, who was watching the game with three hundred monoculars, was trembling in the rain. At first, it was trembling slightly, but later it became more and more intense.

"How is that possible?"

"How is that possible?"

“……”

His mouth was full of these words. Although he expected that the Truchens still had some ammunition available, he did not expect that there were so many more!

This time, he sent out all 500 warriors from the four major tribes of Naiman, Kelie, Qincha and Wusun from Zhongyuzi. He wanted to take down the low wall with one charge, but the result in front of him was obviously much more severe than he thought.

"What to do?"

Abrbante was also a little anxious. After a while, he shouted: "Khan, this is probably the last batch of available ammunition from the enemy. If another charge comes, they will definitely be able to take them down!"

Ablikhan nodded, and now he can only do this. In order to show his strength of the warriors, he sent the first group to the group. Now it's time for the big jade.

The larger tribes of Dayuz include Tuqishi, Alban, Kangju, Durat, and a little smaller ones include Wusun, Isti, etc. Abrubbit was not conservative. He sent out three thousand people at one time. In addition to dealing with the three low walls of the ruins, the extra people went to deal with the two low walls connecting the ruins.

The rain became heavier again, and the two sweaty and stood on the mountain bags soaked all over and watched the battle nervously. They naturally eagerly hoped that there would be no more dense guns and cannons this time...

But the next scene obviously disappointed them. When the warriors of Da Yuzi approached the low wall, the gunshots, and grenades continued to sound!

"We can't give them a chance! They must have baked a batch of ammunition on low heat in these days!"

Ablikhan prepared another three thousand men and asked Ablu Bangbit to prepare too.

The battle lasted for a whole day, and the rain did not stop that day. When the sky gradually darkened, the rain finally stopped completely.

The Kazakhs still did not conquer the ruins. Although a group of warriors had already attacked, they disappeared after entering, as if they threw a large rock into the pond. At first, the momentum was very strong, but they soon returned to peace.

On the mountain bag, the two sweaters who had changed their clothes sat opposite each other in a daze, both of them closing their eyes, which made Yanger, who was reporting the battle situation on the side, feel a little scared.

"Khan, we dispatched four groups of people this day, each with more than 2,000 people, and a total of more than 8,000 people. As a result, there were less than 1,000 people back to the camp, and most of them were shot and killed by firearms halfway through the charge"

"The Truqins just called us to go over and collect the corpses. I sent someone to tentatively collect a few. They did not stop them. They have all taken them back now."

Ablikhan opened his eyes suddenly.

He slapped his thigh.

"I miscalculated. The Truchens have some ammunition, but today if I didn't let the men get off the horse and fight, I rushed straight over on my horse. As long as one or two hundred riders enter the low wall, we will win!"

Abrembante also realized something, "that..."

"Play the last attack, anyway, the rain has stopped, so I can't give them a chance to bake ammunition!"

This time, Abrah and Abrah Bandit sent two thousand cavalry respectively, and their personal soldiers were the ones who led. After a prayer ceremony with the imam, Abrah Bandit's people came first.

This time, the musket was first fired at the low wall, and it started at a distance of one hundred feet.

The war horses fell to the ground one by one, but the people behind did not retreat. They bypassed and continued to rush forward. In the middle, horses kept falling down by muskets. But the war horses were so fast that they arrived at about ten feet near the low wall in the blink of an eye!

On the mountain, Ablikhan's heart was already hanging to the highest point and was still beating violently. If it was more powerful, it would probably jump out of its body.

After several consecutive days of heavy rain, the grasslands in the Qihe River Basin immediately cooled down, but it can be seen that both of them were sweating profusely.

"Boom..."

There was another news from the low wall. This time Ablah Khan was more careful. He asked someone to count the sparks flashing when the artillery fired.

After the three rounds of artillery fired, a large number of horse corpses were immediately piled up in front of the low wall. At this time, it would be impossible to ride a horse and quickly cross it, but the infantry was OK!

Due to the accumulation of large amounts of corpses, infantry can use their cover to slowly approach the low wall!

"Shan, there are about 75 artillery guns on each low wall. Each time they fire 30% of them. After they finish, they will use muskets and grenades to replace them. When the people outside finally rushed to the front, the first round of artillery guns were loaded and they continued again"

"Okay", Ablikhan waved his hand.

He was about to order the cavalry who had been fighting to dismount and continue to attack, but Yanger ran over.
Chapter completed!