A crashing sound of 'DUANG~' suddenly sounded from the flying saucer-shaped helmet above Hu Biao's head.
At that time, Hu Biao was busy working with several brave warriors. He hurriedly set up a double-bow crossbow that had just been unloaded from a cart on the ground between two carts.
Because of this crashing sound, the guy instinctively raised his head and looked at the sky above his head.
Immediately, you can find that in the large dark clouds in the sky, white particles as big as quail eggs are almost catching up with each other, and they are falling towards the ground.
In a very short period of time, several pellets hit him.
After it hit the armor on his body, in addition to the clanging sound, he, who was wearing several layers of armor, also felt a slight pain at the location where he was hit.
"What the hell! It's hailing. It's hailing in June~"
Hu Biao reacted and immediately cursed in his mouth.
The current time was actually less than twenty minutes since the first north wind suddenly blew; it was not even ten minutes since they arrived at this preset battlefield.
So, what can they do in such a short period of time?
The arrows, herbs, swords, tents, etc. that were loaded on the cart had all just been unloaded; the movable wooden boards were installed on one side of the cart, but the supporting and reinforcing timbers had not yet been installed.
The brave warriors in the camp who had been busy with these things naturally did not have time to arrange a battle formation.
But the sudden hailstones meant that the Song soldiers behind them would be defeated in a blink of an eye, and a large number of routed troops and Liao pursuers would soon appear.
The only good thing about this sudden hailstorm is:
Because their formation movements completely hindered and blocked the traffic, an unsuspecting commander-in-chief came menacingly from behind with more than a hundred soldiers.
He was probably preparing to question Hu Biao and others, or even directly about the marching method.
As a result, hailstones fell down when we were still more than 300 meters away from the car formation.
This guy was riding on a war horse, and after being hit several times by hailstones, he seemed to be in so much pain that he no longer cared about causing trouble for Hu Biao and the others.
After quickly turning over and dismounting, under the protection of his personal guards, he ran under a big willow tree on the side of the road.
With punches and kicks, the guards drove away the soldiers who were originally hiding here. After forcing themselves out of a safe area, a group of people huddled in it.
Faced with the situation in front of him, Hu Biao took a deep breath.
He picked up the iron trumpet hanging on his waist, which he had asked Lao Tie, a blacksmith shop owner, to improvise in the past two days, and yelled a new command:
"Everyone listen to the order and wear armor~"
So when he shouted such an order, everyone in the camp already had one piece of armor in hand.
However, for the convenience of marching and to maintain more physical strength, during the march, except for a few personnel such as Hu Biao who wore armor, the armor of everyone else was now placed on the cart.
Now put it on quickly, on the one hand, it is to prepare for the battle that is about to begin.
On the other hand, it can also prevent the intense pain caused by hailstones hitting the body.
What the heck! As a southerner born in Hunan Province, this was the first time in Hu Biao’s more than 20 years of life that he had seen such a big hailstone.
This thing is so big, if you don't take some precautions, if you are unlucky, it might really hit someone to death.
As for the fact that after so many missions, Hu Biao still uses an iron trumpet to shout, such a countryman's commanding method, there is not much to say.
It's not like they don't understand command methods such as flags and drums.
The key point is that this is not a time limit, and there is no time to train the brave warriors under them on the various flags and drums they are used to.
In desperation, I can only use the command and roar, which is a crude method.
Fortunately, this method, although a bit rustic, seems to be quite useful...
Amidst Hu Biao's roar, a group of brave warriors who were almost knocked unconscious by the hail immediately reacted and quickly put on their armors with help from each other.
Wait until the full set of armor is successfully put on behind you.
Suddenly, the hailstones were getting bigger and bigger. Although they still felt a little uncomfortable after hitting them, they no longer posed a fatal threat to them, and their panic gradually calmed down.
After seeing such a situation, Hu Biao issued a new order with a hint of relief:
"Xufeng, put up the flag for me~"
After hearing such a simple command, Xu Feng felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body was shaken.
After finishing the stimulation, with an abnormal flush on his face, he quickly took off the oilcloth package he had been carrying behind him.
He took out one of the blood-red war flags, and in a few movements, tied the flag to a wooden pole that was five or six meters high.
Stand a little behind the car formation and raise it high.
On the red flag, three golden traditional Chinese characters were embroidered in regular script: Xuan Ge Ying.
A group of motley infantry battalions composed of temporary recruits who were as brave as cannon fodder. Naturally, there was no prefix to the name of the battalion leader.
But this did not affect Hu Biao at all. He arranged for Ah Fen, who was said to be good at cross-stitch, to work overtime at night and process such a large banner of "Xuange Camp".
And now after playing it out, the only thing I can do is tell everyone in the team:
In this battle, we will not retreat even one step! Those heroic spirits from the Anxi Army's Xuange Camp, Guo Xin, Wang Xiaowei, Zhang Tiezhu, Liang Daya, One-Eyed Dragon, Xiucai and others are watching you from the sky.
This is indeed the case, when such a battle flag is raised and whistled in the north wind.
Whether it is Yang Dongli, AT, Xu Feng, Cang Guan, Fengrui, Lang Qing, these senior veterans who really participated in the mission of Kucha City, or the team leader, martial soldier, Er Pang, Zhan Xiang, etc. who just joined the team
Fresh and tender.
After whispering and swearing something, the determination on his face to fight to the death was so firm.
As for what goes up and what goes down, although the brave warriors didn't understand why they had to form a formation here in a hurry, after seeing the expressions of the superior officers, they all instinctively became serious.
What's quite strange is that I don't know if it's the battle flag of the 'Xuan Ge Camp', which has an effect similar to exorcism.
After the battle flag was raised, the north wind and hail all stopped soon; unfortunately, it was too late for all of this to stop...
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The appearance of the Liao soldiers seemed to be much faster than Hu Biao and the others expected.
Or to put it another way, the elite Western soldiers of the Song Dynasty were defeated faster than they imagined.
Counting from the time the hail fell, it was only twenty minutes at most.
Good guy! Calculating it this way, it would take at most two or three minutes for the hail to fall, and those Song troops who were behind would have been severely defeated.
The problem is that such sudden hailstones hit both sides equally. There is no Liao soldiers who are not affected. But why did the Song soldiers lose so quickly?
At that time, Hu Biao and his party were the generals who had made all preparations for the battle.
Suddenly, those Song soldiers in front of them who had rested in place and hid from the hail because of their formation, suddenly rushed towards the side of the car formation.
It was as if there was a huge terror coming behind them.
What kind of horror could it be? It was just that the defeated soldiers appeared and brought the news that Xianggong Laozhong had been defeated and that the Liao soldiers were chasing him.
Let these people also join the ranks of the defeated troops.
Seeing these people spreading their legs along the dirt road, they rushed straight towards the front of the car array.
Hu Biao knew clearly in his heart that these people must not be allowed to disrupt their formation, otherwise the battle would be lost without a fight.
He picked up the tin speaker in his hand and shouted outside:
"Right, right, go through the woods on the right. Anyone who dares to charge head-on will be shot to death..."
