"Shoot!" Zhang Zhao roared!
"Shoot!" hundreds of soldiers holding crossbows shouted in unison!
Arrows are like locusts! With anger, contempt, and even the light of civilization, they fiercely shoot at the divine warrior on the opposite side!
When Zhang Zhao was drawing the bow and shooting, the divine warriors on the opposite side were also drawing the bow and shooting, but their movements were not so neat. There were only a few hundred bows among the three or four thousand people, and they shot sparsely.
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In the rain of arrows all over the sky, the screams of the divine warriors came one after another. Those in the front row were shot by the divine arm bow, and their chests and abdomen were pierced. They howled miserably and struggled on the ground. The ones in the back row were hit by thrown arrows, and their left
He rolled right and screamed miserably.
It has to be said that the divine arm bow, which was relied upon as a powerful weapon in the two Song dynasties in history, is really too abnormal to be hit by crossbows. There is no way to prevent it without more than two layers of iron armor within a hundred steps!
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On Zhang Zhao's side, the common two or even three layers of heavy armor, and the few arrows shot by the walking bows with almost no armor-piercing arrows, caused very limited damage to them.
"Draw the bow!"
"Yin bow"
"Shoot!"
"Shoot!"
The second round of arrow rain came down, six hundred people versus three to four thousand people, but the six hundred people actually shot six hundred arrows.
And among the three or four thousand divine warriors, I don’t know if there are three hundred who can still draw a bow and shoot at each other.
If you take into account the level of armor and the number of large shields held by both sides, this is not like a shooting match, but almost like a massacre.
Ma Yaozi roared excitedly, an excitement and anger that he had never experienced dominated him. He used to rely on ferocity and cruelty to go to the battlefield, but today, in the ferocity, he seemed to have a little more sense of justice.
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Yes! That’s justice!
Ma Yaozi suddenly felt as if he was standing on the top of a mountain, and a group of hateful-looking ants were standing at his feet, making all kinds of disgusting moves towards him!
Bah! Ma Yaozi spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm. You are not as good as a pig or a dog. Let Ye Ye teach you how to be a human being!
Qiongre Duojin also felt this way. He was originally a slave who lost his Dongdai. In order to survive for a piece of coarse wheat in Tanggu, he became Ge Duo's dog. From then on, he killed and expropriated goods. He even killed women and children.<
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But at this moment, he suddenly felt a shame he had never felt before.
And precisely because he had been Ge Duo's dog, even though he was ranked high in martial arts among the Hanshan capital, except for Erlang Jun, not many people regarded him as one of their own. Qiongre Duojin also always felt that he
Not really integrated into the past.
But it was at this moment that a sense of collective pride rushed over Qiongre Duojin's head.
He glanced at Yin Yaozi, who was equally excited, and the other party gave him a look of affirmation. With such a simple look, Qiongre Duojin suddenly seemed to have found a feeling of being called home.
He hasn't experienced this feeling in a long time!
Amid the strong emotional impact, Qiongre Duojin drew her bow and shot arrows faster and faster, without feeling any soreness in her arms or tiredness at all!
The bearded Abdul, riding on a tall horse, was dumbfounded, and then immediately turned pale. He realized that something was wrong. This was different from what he thought!
In imagination, three or four thousand warriors can exhaust the Khotanese on the opposite side. Although these cannon fodder cannot shake the Khotanese formation, they can greatly consume the Khotanese's energy.<
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But! Just for a while, he suddenly realized that he didn’t know how much energy the Khotanese people had consumed. He only knew that his divine warriors would probably collapse if they continued to shoot at each other like this!
It is impossible for these guys who came to the East to reap benefits to endure a large number of casualties in such a short period of time.
This... damn, if the Chinese army collapses, they will be outflanked by both sides!
"Blow the trumpet! Blow the trumpet!" Let the divine warriors go up to fight hand-to-hand, and two hundred households from each side of the left and right wings will be sent to supplement them. Once the divine warriors are in close combat with the Khotanese, the thousand households of the left and right wings will send armored soldiers in front to fight.
I cut my way into the Khotan soldiers!
Just when Abdul issued the order, on top of the city, General Adum curled his lips in gloating.
He wanted to suggest to Governor Ittihad that he quickly withdraw the army. The army on the opposite side was simply not something they could fight.
But that’s right! After recalling Abdul’s arrogant and proud face, Adum decided not to say anything.
A wind instrument sounded like a ticking sound. The sound was very loud and penetrating.
This thing is the predecessor of a later-generation wind instrument called Shom, which was used by the Ottoman army. The sound is slightly the same as the Chinese suona.
"Charge! Charge! Pagans know how to shoot arrows, but they can't fight hand to hand!"
"God protect us! The infidels will be defeated!"
"This is a sacred battle. We must spread the voice of Allah to all the peach blossoms!"
Xiaomu's sharp voice sounded, and the junior officers among the God Warriors shouted loudly.
In fact, they didn't lose many people in the previous rounds, only one or two hundred people at most.
But most people were intimidated by Zhang Zhao's momentum. Under the roar of the officers, fanatical religious emotions began to pervade them again.
Amidst the sound of the Xiaomu pipe, the God Warriors gradually gathered together. They started running side by side, relying on each other.
However, the formation of armored men and shields that had just been formed was already in chaos. Many divine warriors wearing rotten leather armor and without armor had already rushed to the front.
"Draw the sword! The divine arm archer fires the last round!" Zhang Zhao drew out his rifle and issued the last order!
'Buzz!' The last round of the Divine Arm Bow was fired. The powerful thrust of two stones and one bucket produced great lethality at a distance of sixty or seventy steps. Some crossbow arrows even penetrated the human body and pierced the chest of the person behind.
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Such terrifying lethality caused the God Warriors who were advancing closely to fall down again, and the morale that had just been boosted began to drop rapidly again!
Zhang Zhao raised his step high and then lowered it suddenly, waiting for the arrival of the divine warrior.
The God Warriors howled, and all kinds of obscene words and vicious curses continued to sound.
'Boom!' The two sides collided violently. To be precise, the spears of both sides collided violently. The two rows of spear forests facing each other were like two rows of teeth appearing out of thin air on the earth, stretching for hundreds of meters.
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Zhang Zhao roared and pierced the neck of a divine warrior. The divine warrior also wanted to stab him in the neck, but the spear was too short and failed.
Qiongre Duojin also howled and stabbed a god warrior. The guy opposite was like a bag filled with blood in his hand, and the surging blood spurted out from the dark blood hole.
"Forward! Forward! Forward!" After stabbing the enemy to death, the fanatical Qiongre Duojin howled and called for his comrades to come forward.
Zhang Zhao glanced at Qiongre Duojin in surprise. He found that this Tubo slave was bursting with excitement that he had never experienced before.
The forest of spears is fighting! The more you take a step forward, the danger will increase exponentially. But whoever dares to take a step forward and can withstand the huge casualties will completely overwhelm the opponent in terms of morale.
Originally, both sides were not on the same level in terms of equipment and training. Encouraged by Zhang Zhao's four kills with four arrows, the soldiers of Shandu became more and more courageous as they fought. They only used more than 80 people to kill hundreds of people on the opposite side.
Back.
I don’t know when a drizzle fell from the sky, and the ground on the ground was quickly soaked with drizzle and blood, and when stepped on, it would make a disgusting sound.
"Wind!" the soldiers from Shandu shouted after Zhang Zhao. At the same time, they took a step forward and thrust out their spears. They were so consistent that it was like the same person was stabbing.<
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Accompanied by the shouts of 'Wind! Wind!' were the screams and cries of the divine warrior on the opposite side as they collapsed!
The wild bear was eating a piece of sesame cake in his hand. A thin man was feeding him chicken soup. There were several people around him who were putting on armor. His giant ax was placed at his feet.
On the other side of the formation, Dunzhu also received this treatment, but instead of drinking chicken soup, he drank the black millet wine brewed by Zhang Zhao and the little remaining black millet wine, and his food was replaced by a big roast chicken.
‘Hoo ho ho!’ A commanding flag kept swaying, and monk Zhitong on the hillside chanted the name of the Buddha.
Looking from the corner of his eyes, the sky and the earth were dark. He seemed to see his master who was burned alive in the main hall of Kaiyuan Temple, and his brothers who were hacked to death at the door!
"Shenjidu! Throw stones to fire!" The mage who was forced to become a monk roared in pain.
This chapter has been completed!