Bloody light rose into the sky, and screams could be heard endlessly.
Because they rushed too fast, more than thirty cavalrymen fell into the trench after leaping over the low wall and died screaming. Only the other cavalrymen who followed realized the existence of the trap.
However, how easy is it to hold back a galloping horse when going downhill?
More than a dozen Chunyang Army cavalry used excessive force and pulled blood out of the horse's mouth, but they were unable to stop it. They only avoided the last jump, but they screamed and collided directly with the low wall.
"Boom!" The low wall made of stones was shaken by the impact. The tendons of the war horses were broken. The Chunyang cavalry on the horses were either thrown over the wall and fell into a trap. Or they were directly pressed by the corpses of the war horses.
The end was disastrous.
The other dozen or so cavalrymen who rushed up later had more reaction time and managed to control their mounts against the low wall. However, before they could take a breath, more cavalrymen came over and killed them all.
The horse was pushed against the wall, causing broken bones and tendons.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, some cavalrymen took the initiative to roll off their horses. They successfully avoided the fate of colliding with their accomplices, but they did not escape the horses rushing from behind. In the blink of an eye, they were knocked to the ground and trampled on.
Bloody and bloody.
Lines of red smoke rose one after another, and the low stone wall quickly turned into a flesh and blood mill. Row after row of Chunyang cavalry, including men and horses, fell under the wall and turned into balls of mud.
When all the cavalry and infantry that followed stopped advancing, the low stone wall was completely stained red with blood.
But the officers and soldiers outside the wall did not show a trace of mercy on their faces. With a roar like a dragon's horn, they bent their bows and set arrows, and hit thousands of arrows like hail on the heads of Chunyang believers.
"Back off, back off quickly!" Yang Wenzhong, who was leading the second battalion of dead soldiers, saw that the situation was not good and decisively raised his voice to order. "Everyone, back off!"
"Back off, everyone, back off!" Several hall masters around Yang Wenzhong also raised their voices and warned their colleagues in the first battalion who were at a loss near the blood-colored low wall.
There was a "buzz" sound, like stones smashed into a pile of grasshoppers. The frightened soldiers of the first battalion turned around and fled for their lives. They were holding weapons in their hands, but they couldn't think of doing anything to their bodies.
Any obstruction.
Feather arrows whizzed down, catching up with them from behind and killing them one by one. In the blink of an eye, the road leading to the low wall was stained red with human blood.
"Back off, back off, back to the mountainside!" Yang Wenzhong burst into tears. He continued to shout loudly with a hoarse voice.
Without his reminder, the dead soldiers of the two battalions would not stop again. They staggered back against the mountain. They were afraid that if they escaped too slowly, they would be targeted by the next wave of arrows from the army.
The hastily organized breakout failed as soon as it started. The morale boosted with money also plummeted instantly.
The dead soldiers returned to the mountainside, and they were all in despair. They regretted that they had agreed to go down the mountain and fight the army for five ounces of money.
The other gangsters who had not had the courage to apply before became increasingly desperate. Although they could not escape from the back of the mountain and fell off the cliff, they tried their best to keep their bodies away from Lu Ziming's handsome flag to prevent the latter from being cornered and forcing everyone with knives.
Become a human shield.
"Charge again, dismount and fight on foot. Just now, I was too fast, and I fell into the trap of the officers and soldiers. This time, I personally led the team and walked down the mountain to break out!" Lu Ziming is the head of the Chunyang Sect, and his determination is more powerful than ever.
The guardians and hall masters below were better. After finding out the specific reasons for the failure of the first round of breakout from Yang Wenzhong, they made a decisive decision.
"Yes——!" The reply was sparse and weak.
Except for the absolute backbone of the top ranks in Chunyang Sect, other minions, including some incense masters and hall masters, could not muster the courage.
It has been less than a month since the Chunyang Cult officially raised its anti-flag. There are many minions in the team who are just ordinary believers who have not had time to do evil. The lower-level officers in the team, such as the incense master, the hall master, etc., most of them used to be
He had committed some minor crimes of kidnapping and trafficking, and even if he voluntarily put down his weapons and surrendered, he would not be executed by the government.
But if they responded to Lu Ziming's call and went down the mountain to break out of the encirclement, the chance of dying in battle would be very high.
If you don’t believe it, the low wall stained red with human blood is right at the foot of the mountain. If everyone walks closer and looks at the corpses inside and outside the low wall, they will know which option leads to faster death.
"Same as usual, recruiting warriors. Anyone who is willing to break out of the encirclement on foot with Lv Mou will be rewarded five times and cashed on the spot." Lu Ziming was familiar with it first time. Seeing that not many people responded to his call, he immediately awarded another reward.
However, the effect this time was far less than the last two times.
Many of the minions didn't even raise their eyebrows, thinking that Lu Ziming's words fell on deaf ears.
Five ounces of money is indeed not a small number for everyone. But if you have the life to take it, you must also have the life to spend it.
If the front foot gets the five-drop bounty, the back foot will die in battle. What's the difference between taking it and not taking it?
"Seven hangings, after the breakout is successful, two more hangings will be added!" Lu Ziming felt depressed, gritted his teeth, and announced a higher reward.
This time, there were slightly more responders, but still not up to his expectations. Lu Ziming gritted his teeth again and continued to increase the reward. It was not until the reward was raised to ten drops that the number of "dead soldiers" was finally reached.
There were three thousand people.
He kept his promise and distributed the equivalent of 30,000 copper coins in gold and silver to the public. Then, from among the 3,000 dead men, he carefully selected 500 who looked strong and spoke without trembling to form the vanguard.
camp.
Lu Ziming personally served as the commander of the forward battalion and led the team at the forefront. The remaining 2,500 dead soldiers were divided into five battalions, and under the leadership of Yang Wenzhong and others, followed closely behind him.
In order to avoid falling into the trap set by the officers and soldiers again, Lu Ziming tried his best to slow down his pace this time and push forward steadily. After walking for almost half an hour, he arrived near the low stone wall stained red with blood.
"Stop, prepare your bows and arrows, diffuse!" Taking advantage of the high terrain on his side, Lu Ziming stopped the team twenty steps away from the red stone wall, and then arranged his bows and arrows to clear the way.
From a high position, the effective killing distance of the arrows released by the Chunyang Army was greatly increased. On the other hand, the officers and soldiers not only had to shoot upwards, but they were also facing a headwind, making it very difficult to counterattack.
Soon, Lu Ziming led his forward battalion and successfully used feather arrows to force the officers and soldiers on the opposite side away from the low wall. Seeing that the time had come, he waved his steel knife and decisively ordered a forced breakthrough.
Of course, the backbones of the Chunyang Sect could not really let their Dharma King take the lead. Immediately, more than fifty die-hard warriors roared past Lu Ziming and took the lead in climbing over the low wall.
The deep ditch behind the low wall was still there, and the corpses in the ditch had not had time to be removed. After climbing over the waist-high low wall on foot, the die-hard warriors stepped on the edge of the deep ditch and dispersed left and right. Soon, they found a designated area.
Come through the wooden planks of the deep trench.
Under the command of Han Qing, the officers and soldiers immediately fired arrows to stop them. However, their accuracy was lackluster. Soon, more than twenty die-hard soldiers of the Chunyang Sect successfully crossed the trench, under the cover of their own archers.
, quickly regrouped.
"Come on, come on together. Fight a bloody path, and I will give each of you another ingot of silver ingots!" Lu Ziming was greatly encouraged, and he raised his voice, urging more dead soldiers to climb over the wall, and then tried every means to go to the wall.
The entire group of forwards already on the other side of the trench moved closer.
As he watched, a small military formation vaguely took shape. Suddenly, a loud noise came from the feet of the dead soldiers, "Boom!" followed closely by the sky and the earth.
The fire was accompanied by thick smoke, which jumped more than two feet high from the feet of the dead soldiers. Anyone affected by the fire and thick smoke was blown to pieces!
"Rain thunder, drought thunder!" The dead soldiers who were trying to climb over the red low wall screamed and turned around and jumped back. The dead soldiers who had already climbed over the low wall screamed and turned around and jumped back.
The most pitiful thing is the soldiers who have already crossed the trench but were not injured by the explosion. They want to go forward, but they are afraid that a second "drought thunder" will appear under their feet. They want to retreat, but they can't squeeze across.
On the wooden planks of the trench, everyone looked pale and at a loss.
However, the officers and soldiers who had been deliberately forced back by the Chunyang cultists with arrows, under the command of the trumpet, strode forward in formation, stabbed the dead soldiers who were injured and those who had no time to escape with their spears, and stabbed them to death in the ditch one by one.
