At a distance of nearly 100 meters, the rebels finally raised their horse speed completely after paying thousands of casualties in the front row charge.

When his own life has been threatened, no one will take into account the feelings of the war horse under the crotch, keep stepping on the horse's pedals, clamping the horse's belly hard, and even pulling the reins to avoid the crossbow arrows in front of him at a critical moment, eager to squeeze the last bit of strength of the war horse clean, thoroughly.

The distance of more than 100 meters, under the full sprint of the war horse, only takes about 20 seconds, and these times, almost only when the control is extremely skillful, can two rounds of crossbow arrows be fired. Even though he knew in his heart that he would only have twenty seconds to be completely exposed to the rebels' lances, the operators in the camp still continued to fire the last or even two rounds of crossbow arrows as if no one was at ease to control the ballista.

"Knock knock!" As the rebels approached, Lin Feng nodded at the soldiers under the war drums, and the soldiers suddenly waved their arms and beat the war drums, conveying the message of retreat.

For more than ten seconds, it was just a snap of a finger, but the ballista operators in the camp tent had an extremely good grasp of it.

The tent door was lowered, and he didn't care about the ballista in the tent, turned around and got out through the back door of the tent that had been temporarily opened, and in groups of three or two, twisted the horses that turned sideways and turned them to the back of the tent. Then turn around and run behind you.

In the last few tens of meters, because there was no crossbow arrows to block it, the rebels could be said to be very excited, and when their lives were not in danger, the ballista and the manipulators of the Feng family army that they saw in their eyes just now were like escaping merits, waiting for them to pick them up.

Killing the enemy naturally has merit, and in the rebels, the merit of destroying a ballista is not inferior to the merit of killing a squad leader. Chen Jingxuan once issued a military order, as long as he destroyed a ballista, regardless of the current official position, he would be directly promoted to one level.

Thinking about the credit that was about to be obtained, the rebels didn't care about the ambush just now, let alone the dead and wounded comrades who would be left behind, and the only belief was to rush forward and take their own share of the credit.

"Kill!!" A rebel cavalryman who was eager to rush to attack, not caring whether there would be any danger in front of him, swung his gun in his hand, urged his war horse, and rushed into the camp tent towards the open space between the two ballistas he had just targeted.

"Chirp." The sorrowful roar of a war horse suddenly broke through the camp tent and went straight to the sky, and at the same time, the rebels on horseback were thrown to the ground, and then, the rebels who landed also understood the reaction of the war horse, because when they fell to the ground, they already felt that their whole body was stabbed with countless wounds in an instant, and with a swing of their arms, they found that the ground was full of fist-sized thistles.

"Woo-yo."

"Whew."

The painful neighing of countless war horses sounded in his ears, and the rebels who fell to the ground knew that they might have dozens or even hundreds of companions following in their footsteps at this time. There was no time to lament the misery of his companions, the pupils of this unlucky man contracted violently at the moment of his head on the side, and the horse's hoof, which usually looked very ordinary, quickly became larger in his eyes, and finally occupied the entire eyeball.

"Ahh Burst.. In the midst of the howl, the unfortunate man's life was finally ended by his own mount. Until this time, he had not been able to destroy any of the Feng Family's army's ballistas while he was alive.

Without exception, the rebels who rushed into the camp to grab their battle exploits were either stabbed to death by the thistles on the ground in the small space in the camp tent, or crushed to death by the war horses that could not bear the pain and fell to the ground. And those rebels who failed to enter the camp were even more sad and joyful, first lamenting the misery that they could not grasp such a good opportunity, and then after hearing the miserable howls of their companions who entered the camp, not only did they not feel pity for them, but they suddenly became happy, seeing this situation, they could be regarded as a small comfort in their hearts, after all, compared to their own lives, those battle exploits are still insignificant.

However, this joy lasted too short, and most of the rebels who followed did not dare to rush into the camp to pick up the ballista, but turned to the open space between the camps and ran straight for the fleeing manipulators. Looking at the back of the manipulator in front of them, the rebels will remember the scene when their companions were tortured and killed just now, and they wish that the war horse could suddenly grow a pair of wings, fly forward, and take the credit in front of them in the air.

But it's a pity that the war horse under the crotch not only failed to grow wings, but fell into the trap pit, and through the open space between the camp tents, there were huge trap pits. The length, width and depth of the horse pit are filled with dense sharp cones, and all those who fall into it will be spared, and they will be poked out of a thigh-thick hole.

And those rebels who still wanted to rush into the camp to reap the merits of the war were indeed successful, and only needed a slight pick of the cavalry gun in their hands, or a sharp slash of the horizontal knife, and the main structure of the ballista with a wooden structure would be destroyed in an instant. But without waiting for the rebels to be happy, they broke through the back of the tent, and even the men and horses collided with the sharp rejection horses, and some of the more fortunate rebels were lucky not to be spurred by the rejection horses, but they were thrown into the air by the horses, and after falling to the ground, even if they did not die, they almost lost all their mobility, let alone continue to fight.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, and then looking back at the road behind him that was piled up with corpses, although Gongsun Yun was extremely distressed, he knew that he had come to this point, and it was impossible to turn back. Moreover, he also understands very well that in fact, from the moment he jumped over the Mengshan trail, there was no way to retreat at all, either to burn the camp here, or to repay Chen Jingxuan's kindness with his body.

"Kill! Brothers! Don't stop! Rush over, rush over!! Rush!! Seeing that the horse pit in front of him was about to be filled by his own men and horses, Gongsun Yun didn't care about the dead and wounded, and shouted decisively. Suddenly, a piercing sound of breaking the air sounded in his ears, Gongsun Yun grabbed the reins, tilted his head sideways to dodge, but the battle helmet on his head had been hit by a cold arrow, and the huge impact not only knocked down his battle helmet, but also knocked his entire body off the war horse.

"Hey. . . It's a pity. Lin Feng, who was on the steps of the Chinese army's big tent, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and handed back the hard bow in his hand to the soldiers on the side. Although Lin Feng was also very shameful about this kind of cold arrow, he knew that if he could kill Gongsun Yun with one arrow at this time, then he would save a lot of trouble, and the most important thing was to avoid a large number of casualties on both sides. Then, Lin Feng, who was full of disappointment and helplessness, raised his head at the soldiers under the war drums and signaled: "Ready!" ”

"Despicable! Shameless!! Gongsun Yun got up from the ground, shook his dizzy head vigorously, scolded angrily, and then looked up at Lin Feng, only to see that Lin Feng was looking at himself with an innocent face, and then he smiled slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed behind him.

Looking up, Gongsun Yun seemed to have found a glimmer of hope, because not far from the big tent behind Lin Feng, there were towers towering, and those were also the target of Gongsun Yun's trip, a huge number of siege equipment.