Chapter 932 Battle Formation

The door panels that every family has had have have become a sharp weapon for anti-arrows. The door panels are much thicker than shields. It is safe to hide below. One door panel can cover two or three people. With a command, the walls of the fort were connected from beginning to end.

The door panel was hidden under the door panel.

In the sky, the rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun suddenly fell.

Awkward!

In an instant, Xujiazhuang was covered with arrow rain. The horse shed, roof, and ground. The arrows falling from the sky seemed to have a burst of hail. There were very many arrows on the ground and there was almost no place to stand. A few screams of pain, and several people were brave.

He accidentally exposed his hands and feet outside the door panel and was shot through instantly. The big iron pot was jingled and the trembling people hid below and endured the torture.

Outside the village, Gu Shihan felt a sigh of anger.

A small Ming Zhuangzi dared to stop the tens of thousands of Oirat army. Gushikhan felt that his dignity as the leader of the Wei Lat was provoked. He gritted his teeth and wanted to capture this Zhuangzi, kill all the Ming people who resisted inside, and use cruel ones.

The men, women, young and old were tied to the horse's neck to boost the morale of the army. The Ming people were very brave and scared with their bloody heads. Maybe the next Zhuangzi would surrender.

Of course, such a small village cannot set up a large army of tens of thousands, and two thousand people can surround them and besiege them from all sides.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

A group of sharp arrows broke through the air, thousands of warriors set off their posture, bent their bows and arrows, and soon shot the poor little Zhuangzi like a hedgehog, and even the suspension bridge was filled with arrows, following one

The arrow shot out, and the tyranny in the hearts of the Oirat warriors was also aroused.

In front of the formation, Alaifu, with a pockmarked face, put on a chain mail with the help of his uncle, took off a step bow from his horse, and hung two bags of arrows on his body, one bag of light arrows, and one bag of carefully preserved.

He was heavy arrows and finally carried the big knife on his shoulders. Alef was very relaxed. Since he was sensible, every time he attended the Nadam Conference, the elders would drink and chew barbecue, drink wine, and talk about the weakness of the Ming people.

The Ming people are all weak flocks, and the Ming army is vulnerable. He believes that the Ming people here are the same. The three hundred warriors in the clan are here. Alaifu thinks that only these three hundred people can be defeated.

The Zhuangzi of the Ming Dynasty. Uncle Agula in front of him was also calmly wearing armor. Alaifu hurried up to help his uncle tidy up the leather armor.

Uncle Agula is old and can't wear chain mail, but is wearing a light leather armor with a few iron pieces inlaid on his chest.

Uncle Agula smiled and showed his rotten teeth: "Agula, there are many good things in this Ming Dynasty farm.

Alaifu asked blankly, "Why?"

Uncle Agula looked very mysterious and whispered: "Such a big farm, so many farm managers, this is the place where the rich man from the Ming Dynasty lives. The rich man from the Ming Dynasty likes to hide silver, and there are women, you follow me,

I'll take you to find the silver and the most beautiful woman."

Alaifu, who looks honest, quickly thanked him and showed a honest smile: "Uncle, then I will follow you."

Uncle Agula smiled proudly: "Don't take a big knife, it's inconvenient to climb the city later. Change the saber. When the village breaks, you follow me and let's get things."

Alaifu quickly agreed, inserted the big knife back under the saddle, took out the scimitar, and squatted on the ground like Uncle Agula. After the archer in front shot the arrow, the sound of the desolate horn sounded, and Uncle Agula wiped it.

Rubbing his turbid eyes, he rushed out like a rabbit. Alaifu followed him closely, and ahead were tribe members carrying cloud ladders and hooks.

Behind the familiar and generous magnanimity, Alaifu, who was on the battlefield for the first time, felt very at ease. What else could he be afraid of following the warriors among so many clans?

On the fort wall, the roar of the officers rang.

"Get up, get up!"

“Go to the wall!”

"Eight people in a row, line up!"

The door panels filled with arrows were overturned, and the younger generations were pulled up, dizzy, and stepped on the arrows everywhere onto the fort wall. The fort wall was very narrow and not high, which was not conducive to defense and attack.

The defense cannot set up troops, and the attacking party cannot set up troops. At best, it can stand on the fort wall of dozens of people, with people standing behind it, and the ones behind can only hold muskets, etc.

Outside, the Oirat soldiers surrounded by siege from all sides were also crowded together, waiting patiently to climb the castle wall. Such a goal was too small.

Feng De narrowed his eyes, carried a sword, and looked at the short, strong and strong Oirat soldiers who were wearing leather armor and leather hats rushed up in a dark way. He had seen many such scenes, and the elite Liao soldiers could not see them from the bottom of his heart.

When Feng was on these Mongolian soldiers, he was on the three banners with Jianlu and Bayalabi, and these Mongolian soldiers could not get on the table.

"I'm here, I'm here two people!"

On one side of the fort wall, an old brother screamed at the top of his lungs.

Feng De grinned and was about to answer, but a powerful force came and almost squeezed him down. Feng De was furious and raised his back and thrust hard. When he saw a young face, his heart softened, his strength was reduced by three points, and the back of the knife was light.

It fell on the thigh of the young man.

Bang!

The young man was stumbled and grinned, "Uncle, it's me, my son."

Feng De smiled angrily and scolded: "I know it's you, you are so irritable, step back and return to the team!"

The boy was not afraid of him, so he leaned out and looked out, muttering, "Uncle, I can't see you behind me, I'll take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young young man shivered and stepped back violently, almost sitting down. He was frightened by the scene of the Oirats charging.

Feng De, who was grinning, turned fierce and fierce: "Get up, the two armies will not obey the orders, and behead them!"

The boy was captured by his murderous aura, and he was shocked and returned to the team subconsciously. He hugged the musket in his hand tightly. Another veteran kicked him in his thigh, and he felt a little confused. Feng De turned his back on his face and changed his usual kindness.

The ordinary old face was very ferocious. The young man who knew him looked at him in horror and seemed to see a stranger.

Feng De's hideous roar echoed on the fort wall: "Mongolian soldiers, looking scary, they scattered as soon as they fight!"

"There are not a hundred Mongolian soldiers who died under my grandfather's command, and there are eighty!"

"Don't be afraid, follow my orders and take three steps forward!"

Hula, eight people in a row, three rows of men were born in a row, and they walked forward in a roar. The three steps ahead were coming to the wall. The eyes suddenly became clear. There were black Oirat soldiers outside, and the sound of footsteps were all around his ears.

The Oirat soldiers who rushed to the front had already reached the moat, but fell down because the ice surface was too slippery. The Oirat soldiers who were charging rushed to shoot arrows while shooting, and sparse cold arrows shot up.

Standing in the front row, Jason instinctively wanted to drop the musket and flee. A cold sword was placed on his neck at the right time. The cold blade was placed on his neck, and Jason shuddered and dared not move.
Chapter completed!