Everything is completely silent, the insects and birds are silent.
A bright moon hangs high in the sky, silently watching the vast earth, unchanged from ancient times.
The night wind came unwillingly, shuttling in the quiet canyon, with a bit of coldness, and kept getting into people's necks and cuffs, making people inexplicably irritated.
The lurking army remained motionless, enduring the cold wind. From time to time, they glanced at Qin Huaidao, who was not far away with his eyes closed and concentrating. His eyes were full of reverence and gratitude. They were all rootless refugees. They had never had a full meal and might collapse at any time.
On a certain roadside, I became food for wild beasts. I never thought that I would be able to survive again today.
Death is not terrible, being a refugee means death anyway, but it is different now. You can eat well, wear warm clothes, learn some skills, kill enemies and perform meritorious service, and be rewarded with silver. Where can you find such great things?
When the war is over, it would be nice to think about marrying a woman, having a lot of children, and continuing the family line.
In order to repay the great kindness of the King of Han and to have a good life in the future, everyone could not help but hold on to their swords, cheer up, and listen carefully to what was going on around them.
A real man should use his sword to cut a golden avenue.
"Puff puff!"
Suddenly, a subtle muffled sound came, not neat enough, but as dense as the sound of drums from ancient times.
Everyone's eyes burst with murderous intent, and they all looked at Qin Huaidao.
Qin Huaidao also heard clearly that the enemy was coming faster than the businessmen expected. Fortunately, he made preparations in advance, stood up quickly, waved his hand, and led the army forward.
The soldiers stepped lightly, remained silent, and looked at the majestic body in front of them.
Qin Huaidao didn't say anything, but he spoke a series of sign language, and the soldiers quickly picked up their repeating crossbows, stabilized them, prepared for battle, and continued to move forward without slowing down their steps.
After walking a certain distance, Qin Huaidao used sign language, and the soldiers quickly dispersed. The crossbowmen stepped forward and formed a two-stage attack formation, while the others formed a reserve team behind.
The army is located about a hundred meters away from the ambush point. This distance is within the effective range of the repeating crossbow. However, it is out of sight and the visibility in the canyon at night is very low. In other words, the enemy cannot see everyone when they enter the ambush circle.
The soldiers are on alert, the war is about to break out!
"Puff puff!"
The footsteps were getting closer and louder, and they were particularly abrupt in the silent canyon. The light of fire was faintly approaching. Not long after, a large army appeared in the field of vision. The densely packed torches illuminated the coming people. Judging from their appearance and equipment, they were spitting.
Fire Kingdom Army.
Under the hazy moonlight, countless pairs of eyes stared closely at the approaching army, like wolves and demons.
Qin Huaidao also stared at the enemies who were marching in a hurry, and he was a little confused. Why did he rush all night so desperately? Although rescuing people is like putting out fires, it is not necessary to rush all night. Even if the forced march arrived, they would be exhausted and unable to fight.
Being ambushed is too dangerous. Is there any hidden secret in it?
Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, they were about to enter the ambush circle. The blazing torches dispersed the night in the canyon and illuminated all directions. It was clear that the route and formation were exactly as expected. In the middle, two
Ten columns, with the torches aligned front and back, looked like twenty fire dragons rushing over.
When the war came, Qin Huaidao became more and more calm, and calmly and powerfully played a series of battle sign language, signaling to everyone behind him not to make any sound, to prepare for battle, and to wait for orders.
The cold wind rushed into the canyon, causing the torches to waver in panic.
Then the torch was lit. When Qin Huaidao saw the enemy entering the ambush circle, he was about to rush out. He turned around, his cold eyes fell on a division commander, and ordered in a low voice: "Light a torch."
The other party nodded, took the torch he had prepared earlier, took out the torch and lit it.
Qin Huaidao grabbed the torch and turned to look at the enemy troops running over, his eyes filled with fighting intent.
The enemy troops rushing over saw a torch suddenly appear out of thin air in front of them and stopped motionless in the void, which also meant that they encountered a ghost. They were so frightened that they stopped one after another. Those behind them bumped into those in front, and the scene was a bit chaotic.
Someone even yelled something. Qin Huaidao didn't understand, so without any hesitation, he quickly waved his arm three times and issued an attack command.
"beat!"
A loud roar suddenly exploded from the top of the mountain, like thunder.
"Boohoo!"
Countless crossbow bolts tore through the void, making screams, like the grimace of death emerging from hell, and overwhelmingly enveloped the canyon.
There were approximately 15,000 men in the two divisions, and the continuous crossbows were launched at a fast speed. In a short time, tens of thousands of crossbow bolts rushed forward and backward into the canyon, dense as rain.
The enemy was caught off guard and couldn't see in the dark. As they looked up with wide eyes, countless crossbow bolts fell from the sky with an aura that penetrated everything.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
A series of screams suddenly exploded, one after another, one after another.
Countless people fell down one after another, and a large area of the dense military formation was instantly cleared, like a wheat field that had been knocked down.
Out of instinctive reaction, the enemy troops rushed towards both sides of the canyon, trying to find a place to hide. Many of them rushed forward, trying to break out of the ambush circle.
"Boom boom boom——"
Suddenly, one after another explosions were heard, earth-shaking, one after another.
The terrifying explosion shock wave blew away all the enemy troops who rushed to avoid it. The body parts and corpses were scattered all over the sky. The explosion also shook open the oil buried underground. The jar was splashed with water, and the oil was ignited and burned.
The fire quickly shot into the sky and lit up the entire canyon.
At this moment, the canyon was like purgatory.
Countless people were set on fire, running around like headless flies, bumping into each other, and were quickly shot to the ground by crossbow bolts falling from the sky. With the fire illuminating the attack, the accuracy of the soldiers on the top of the mountain greatly increased.
The battle turned into a one-sided massacre!
Qin Huaidao smiled with satisfaction when he saw this scene. Such a calculation and a waste of so much oil and crossbow bolts were unjustifiable if the battle could not be won. He saw many survivors rushing up in panic and waving their big hands forward.
"Boohoo!"
The soldiers quickly took action and fired crossbow bolts.
The survivors who rushed forward were shot dead by dense crossbow bolts without waiting for a word of rejoicing. They fell in pieces, and no one could survive again.
There are crossbow bolts as dense as rain on the top of the mountain, there are fierce troops blocking the way in front, and there are raging fires burning mercilessly around you. Faced with such a death trap, the enemy troops have no way to escape, no way to fight, and they fall one by one.
Screams, wailings, the sound of crossbow bolts, and the sound of burning fires all sounded together, like a death movement.
Even the moon was so frightened by this horrific killing that it hid in the clouds. However, there was oil burning in the canyon and there were torches, which made it convenient for the soldiers to kill.
Under the hazy moonlight, Qin Huaidao remained motionless, his eyes cold and stern, like a murderous god.
The division commander in charge of the reserve army saw that the brothers' troops were fighting so hard and that they could not get any credit if they continued to kill like this. He immediately became anxious and ran up and said: "King of Han, brothers, please attack!"
"No, keep shooting!" Qin Huaidao refused directly. The soldiers had not fully recovered their physical strength. Wouldn't it be fun to let the opportunity go and fight at close range?