Wulin Ferry, three miles west, outside a dense forest.
On the hillock, Liu Daogui stood on horseback. He had just arrived here. He didn't even ask his subordinates to build a command platform. He just stationed his horse on the high slope to observe the battle ahead. About a mile in front of him, Tan Tan
He was commanding five thousand infantrymen, facing the Lingnan barbarians who were killing Qianmo, and the spearmen on both sides had already started a melee on the front line, while the Lingnan barbarians kept fighting in the gap between the formations.
He tried to rush into the Jin army's line with a shield and a small sickle, but under the opponent's tight formation, there was no chance. In the fighting line, there were three to four hundred corpses of Lingnan barbarians lying on their bodies.
A bunch of bloody holes were poked out, and blood flowed all over the ground.
With another burst of shouts from the front, a wave of arrows rose into the sky, rising from behind the Jin army's line. Like a dark cloud, it spread towards the Lingnan barbarian army. It could also be seen from a few miles away.
I heard screams after being hit by arrows, and a group of barbarian soldiers visible to the naked eye fell down one after another, and were quickly dragged away by their companions behind them.
Tan Daoji also rode a war horse, carrying a big halberd, and nodded slightly beside Liu Daogui: "Not bad, the frontal attack went relatively smoothly. I didn't expect that the demon thief had no time to make defensive arrangements when they retreated here. No
There are no traps, trenches, and no horses or antlers. If there weren't so many troops on the front, we could have used the cavalry to break through them directly."
Zhu Chaoshi on the side shook his head: "They have placed horses on the side, and there are also some large vehicles piled here. It is not that they are not arranged, but the defense is obviously much weaker on the north side. The terrain there is quite special.
, there is a depression, which is not conducive to the movement of the army, but now the formation of these Lingnan barbarians outside the ferry is of little use. Our army has already detoured from the south and entered the middle of Wulin Ferry."
Following his words, everyone's eyes turned towards the direction of Wulin Ferry. They saw that thousands of Jin infantry had rushed into the ferry, most of them short-sighted soldiers with swords and shields, and thousands of them.
The disciples of the famous Tianshi Dao were fighting in the narrow roads and alleys in the ferry. The six or seven beacon towers on the south side had become a battlefield. They formed small teams, and the Jin troops in groups of more than ten people lined up.
They formed a horizontal row of seven or eight meters wide, holding shields and holding spears, advancing step by step. In such street fighting, bows and arrows could no longer play any role. Almost everyone gritted their teeth and held them in their hands.
The weapons are fighting hard to kill.
Tan Daoji looked at Zhu Lingxiu, who was like a giant bear in the distance, wielding a big ax to hack and slash, and a small group of archers, who kept jumping up and down to seize the highest points such as beacon towers, and then
Hu Longshi, who was shooting at the designated targets one by one, said: "Lingxiu and Longshi fought well. In such street fighting, they have been specially trained and cooperated well. Although they cannot attack with bows and arrows on a large scale,
It is still very useful for a sharp archer from a high place to call out the opponent's generals and warriors."
Before he finished speaking, he only heard a scream, and a man holding a sword to supervise the battle, who looked like a senior swordsman of Tianshi Dao at the level of a senior brother, was shot directly through the neck by an arrow, and fell to the ground dead, and as he
With his death, the more than 200 Tianshi Dao disciples in front of him also lost their fighting spirit and turned around and ran away towards the dock.
At the pier, there were more than a hundred small boats rowing back and forth, transporting the Tianshi Dao disciples crowded here in batches to the boats on the river a hundred meters away. At this time, there were already people on the small boats.
It was crowded with people, and some people even jumped into the river in order to get on the boat, holding on to the edge of the boat with their hands, hoping to be taken to the big ship on the river. After all, everyone now understood that the only way to get on the boat was to get on board.
Only if you get out of the boat can you survive!
There was a loud "crash", and a small boat was pulled on the side of the boat by six or seven people, and it turned over horribly. The strength of these people to survive made them flop in the river desperately and pull hard at the same time.
Finally, the boat turned upside down, and with a burst of screams, the people on the boat and the people on the boat were overturned by the boat at the same time, and were trapped in the river from top to bottom.
I saw a pool of black muddy water filled with fish and shrimp rising up, and all the people who fell into the water no longer took a bath.
On the other boats, there were also bursts of angry curses. A guy who looked like an officer stood up, drew out the long sword in his hand, and shouted: "Let go quickly, or we will not be polite."
But those sergeants who were holding the boat gang were reluctant. Not every Tianshi Dao disciple was familiar with the nature of water. If they were really good at swimming, they wouldn't have to join the boat gang here. They would have swam to those big boats by themselves.
He was splashing in the water and cried: "Captain, please save us. We don't want to die. We are brothers and church members. Didn't we agree to serve the Heavenly Master together and live and die together?"
The officer gritted his teeth and wiped his tears: "Brother, I'm sorry, otherwise everyone will have to go see the Heavenly Master. You go first, and we will arrive casually!"
As he spoke, he swung his sword and chopped off the hand of the begging sergeant who was resting on the side of the boat. Blood burst out, and accompanied by screams, the soldier sank into the river, and blood flooded the river.
It started, followed by a burst of bubbles, and then there was no more movement.
After cutting off one of them, the officer made up his mind and walked back and forth along the edge of the boat. When he saw this kind of hand hanging on the side of the boat, he slashed it with his sword. Several screams came one after another, and several people's hands were severed and sinking.
Seeing this, other people in the river no longer dared to take the boat anymore, and they all let go of their hands. Soon, like a stone, they sank to the bottom of the river without a trace.
With this precedent, every small boat also followed suit. For a time, swords and swords flashed, and blood burst out. Countless boat-picking sergeants sank into the river one after another or were forced to let go. Drowned corpses soon floated on the river.
The entire river surface near the beach also turned blood red. The sergeants waiting in line on the dock became even more restless, shouting at the empty ships returning in the distance, urging them to come back quickly to pick them up and save their lives.
As for the large ships farther away on the river, which were originally densely lined up, there have been a lot less of them. Most of the warships, after being filled with sergeants, set sail and sailed toward the northeast. With the ferry battle,
With the fierce fighting, more and more ships, even if they were not filled with people, weighed anchor and set sail. Only more than 70 warships are still here waiting to transport people. ()
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