The flames spread along both sides of the city wall, and the defenders hurriedly evacuated, completely abandoning the defense of this section of the city wall.
Not long after, the first section of the city wall that was ignited collapsed in the flames.
After waiting for a while and the fire weakening, thousands of tribal troops took various containers to get water from the moat and poured it into the collapsed area.
They were not trying to put out the fire, they just wanted to open the passage into the city as quickly as possible.
Crossbow bolts kept coming through the wall of fire. It was the defenders trying their best to prevent the tribal army from extinguishing the fire.
Such shooting was somewhat blind, but it still killed and injured many natives.
Hearing the panicked shouts of the defenders on the other side of the fire wall, full of fear and despair, the tribal army completely ignored these small casualties, and instead put out the fire more vigorously.
Liu Xikun was so proud at this moment that he put on airs and showed a detached attitude of not being pleased with things, "It's such a pity for those good woods."
"Lang Jun, now is not the time to relax. Even though we can enter the city, we still have to be prepared for the Song army's deadly counterattack." Liu Jianming advised.
Liu Xikun likes this feeling of being a 'lord' very much. "Sir, I remind you that we should remain cautious before the dust has settled. So what do you think should be done to arrange the next step?"
Liu Jianming looked calm and solemn, "The lion is trying its best to fight the rabbit. I suggest that the Moli tribe be the forward, the siege force just now is the middle army, and the Taya tribe is the rear. They rushed into the city with the overwhelming force of Mount Tai, shattering it in one fell swoop." The remaining resistance of the Song army."
Liu Xikun thought for a while, this way he could put in the maximum effort and separate the two tribes to prevent conflicts. The arrangement was indeed appropriate.
Moreover, if the Song army still has the strength to resist, it will also cause the Moli tribe to suffer more losses. If the Moli tribe suffers heavy losses, Liu Xikun will not mind annexing them, and the previously promised rewards will not have to be paid. .
"What you said is exactly what I want."
Liu Xikun nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Ga Yao, the leader of the Moli tribe, with a trace of disgust in his eyes.
Ga Yao is short and stocky, with dark skin, and his face is covered with horrific patterns. The red ones are blood, and the black ones are blood, but they have been for some time.
Anyway, I never wash it, I just add and smear it with blood again and again. There are animals, but mainly people.
Not only did he not wash his face, but he also probably never took a shower. His body exuded a putrid smell like pickled meat, which was disgusting to smell.
Ga Yao's head is also covered with feathers, which is not surprising. After all, even in the Qing Dynasty, bird feathers were still stuck on the top of his head.
Like most of the natives on the island, he wears large holes on his ears, but the difference is that other tribes usually hang a bamboo pipe in the hole.
It is said that a long time ago, a native leader often put millet into bamboo tubes and hung them on his ears. When he needed to eat, he added some water and roasted the bamboo tubes on the fire to make bamboo tube rice. , other natives followed suit after seeing it, and gradually became the custom of the natives on the entire island.
However, what Ga Yao hangs is not a bamboo tube. It looks like a bird's claw, but it is actually a baby's hand bone.
The pendant hanging on his chest is also three fist-sized skulls, a string of human teeth is on his wrist, and a human bone whistle is inserted into his waist...
From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, this humanoid creature is full of savagery, violence, ferocity, ferocity, evil, and makes people avoid it.
Liu Xikun felt shuddered when he thought about how yesterday these Mori people asked him for more than a hundred corpses for military rations when they first arrived.
Generally speaking, the production level of the Moli people is actually much higher than that of the Taya people. They are equally good at hunting and fishing, but better at farming. They can also raise pigs, and they live in large settlements. In fact, the food is relatively abundant, but they like to eat people.
In the eyes of most humans, killing for food is the most barbaric, but perhaps in the eyes of the Mori people, killing for reasons other than eating is truly barbaric...
In any case, with Ga Yao as a comparison, Liu Xikun began to feel that Jiu Gu was not so ugly.
Trying to suppress his nausea, Liu Xikun communicated with Ga Yao through his tongue, asking him to lead his tribe to rush into the city first. Perhaps he thought that being the first to enter the city would get the most 'prey', so Ga Yao readily agreed.
Then Liu Xikun communicated with Haru again, and Haru just glanced at Ga Yao slightly, and then nodded silently.
More than half an hour later, with the efforts of thousands of natives, a passage three to four feet wide was opened.
Ga Yao couldn't wait to lead more than 4,000 fighting men and women, and rushed towards the city as if they were rushing to a feast.
As they passed the scorched earth in front of the moat, the strong smell of barbecue made the group of Mori people even more crazy, and they all smiled and ran faster.
My bare feet, covered with thick calluses, stepped onto the still-warm ruins of the city wall, seemingly feeling nothing at all.
After crossing the ruins, we saw many Song people running away in panic between the houses.
What a plump prey!
Ga Yao licked his lips, then let out a howl, leading the clan members to pursue the Song people's back.
After chasing for hundreds of steps, Ga Yao came to a spacious place. He didn't know that this was the land reserved for the government office of Lucheng and was temporarily used as a square. He only saw hundreds of Song people getting into a tunnel on the other side of the square. In the streets.
Let’s see where else you can run?
Ga Yao smiled, brandishing his iron scimitar and quickly ran towards the place where the Song people disappeared, and his tribesmen followed closely.
When he was only sixty or seventy steps away from the entrance of the alley, a dark wall of people suddenly sealed it there.
There were not many people, only fifty or sixty, but they were all wrapped in iron shells, with only a pair of cold eyes exposed. They held strange-looking bows in their hands, aiming the sharp cold light at the incoming people. Mori people.
As a person who has been dealing with killing all year round, Ga Yao immediately sensed the danger, stopped in his tracks, and pulled the clan members around him to him.
"Oh, you're so cunning."
Zeng Ba suddenly opened his bow and shot an arrow, then quickly stuffed the bow back into the bow pouch on his waist and pulled out the long and wide sword.
The long arrow hit the forehead of the tribesman in front of Ga Yao. It penetrated the hard skull and penetrated three inches. The arrow shaft was still buzzing and vibrating.
At the same time, fifty or sixty arrows were fired in unison, easily shooting into the exposed body of the Mori, and brilliant red flowers burst out.
"I haven't moved it for several days, and my bones are getting rusty."
Zeng Ba twisted his waist, shook his shoulders, and finally smiled coldly, "Young men, there is no need to give in to these local dogs anymore. Let's kill them and let these wild monkeys see a real battle formation!"
"Here!"
Not only Zeng Ba was going crazy, but these Song troops were also going crazy.
It was clear that their own city was under attack, but they, the regular troops, could only rest and recharge their batteries. Only a small number of soldiers with minzhuang disguised as regular troops were defending at the top of the city.
After waiting left and right, the tribal army finally broke through the city and entered. It was like a sudden burst of rain after a long drought.
Everyone put away their crossbows, wielded their own melee weapons, and glanced at the growing number of natives in the square, as if looking at the heavy ears of rice in the rice fields.
Ga Yao, who had escaped the disaster, looked at the wall of people at the entrance of the street. He was shocked and angry, and shouted to encourage his tribe.
"Only cowardly people hide in hard shells, like oysters and turtles! Apart from using insidious means to plot, they have nothing to fear! Warriors, the Holy Spirit is watching us, rush up, pry open their hard shells, and take away Eat soft and tender flesh and blood! Ouch!”
"Uru Uru...ow!"
Thousands of Mori roared like wild beasts and charged towards the human wall with great ferocity.
Unable to understand the native people's birdsong, Zeng Ba quietly watched the beasts getting closer and closer. Zeng Ba softly shouted, "Front Arrow Formation! Attack!"
Before he finished speaking, he took a big step and pushed out. A group of soldiers followed in an orderly manner, forming a cone shape with extremely smooth silk, and piercing into the dense pile of natives like a broken bamboo.
Zeng Ba slashed horizontally with his sword and chopped off two native heads. Without stopping, he used his body to knock over two headless corpses that looked like fountains of blood. He slashed left and right with his sword again, creating a bloody storm.
The soldiers behind him stepped on the fallen corpses, waving their weapons wide and wide, harvesting lives simply and efficiently.
Attack, attack, only attack!
Even if there are native weapons that are slashing and stabbing at them, the soldiers will not care at all. They will kill them when it is convenient and leave them to their comrades if it is not convenient.
They had only one goal in mind at this time, to kill through the enemy group, so their steps never stopped or slowed down.
If you look down from the air, you can see that this sharp arrow formation is like a red-hot iron thorn stabbing into a large piece of lard.
At this time, Ga Yao had been trampled into a puddle of rotten flesh, and the shock and confusion before his death remained in his two still intact eyeballs.
In fact, Zeng Ba could tell from this guy's attire that he was a native leader, but he had no intention of looking at him differently. No matter how many bird feathers he wore, he was just a native dog.
After Zeng Ba attacked, two more groups of soldiers emerged from the streets and alleys. At the same time, soldiers also appeared from the streets and alleys around the square and stabbed into the huge pile of natives.
All in all, there were only three to four hundred Song troops in total, but they ran rampant among ten times more natives, with no scruples, leaving only mutilated limbs and flesh and blood wherever they passed.
On the tribal military general's stage outside the city, Liu Xikun was still filled with joy when he first saw the Mori tribe successfully rushing into the city.
But after waiting for a while, something felt wrong. "Why do the shouting and fighting sounds seem to be concentrated in only one place? It sounds a little strange? And the defenders on the north and south walls are still resisting..."
Liu Jianming said slowly, "Maybe those ghost-like Moli people are behaving strangely. Don't think too much about it now. Quickly order the central and rear troops to enter the city and determine the overall situation as soon as possible!"
Liu Xikun thought about it for a while, and it didn't matter even if there was any accident. There were nearly 25,000 people on his side, and there were only 8,000 people in the city, and they were so hungry that they were weak. What else was there to worry about?
I just hope they don't get killed too many by those Moli people going crazy.
Therefore, Liu Xikun immediately ordered the follow-up troops of seven to eight thousand people to attack the city.
