I thought it would be an extremely brutal battle, but under Zhu Biao's little design, he continued to resolve his own disadvantages, using fireballs of grass and vines, rolling wood and rocks, until noon, and the loss of Jiulianshan's men and horses was only a hundred.
When someone arrived, the corpses of Zhou Jun were spread all over the foot of the mountain. The bandits, who had been prepared to fight to the death, screamed in excitement.
Throughout Jiulian Mountain's hundreds of years of history, the battle at Bailian Mountain was the most tragic among the tragedies. The lack of the battle between officials and bandits in this battle was all because the vanguard fought too hard and the number of men and horses was lost to the bottom line! This is not allowed.
Don't give up this position and go directly underground.
The Jiulian Mountains, which have lasted for hundreds of years, have been stubbornly surviving in Jizhou because they have adhered to this strategy. Fighting hard and fighting, they still insisted on retaining it when they should. This made Zhu Biaodu angry now.
I can't help but wonder whether this group of troops who have been entangled with the Zhou Dynasty for hundreds of years are the descendants of a certain group of soldiers and horses that were defeated and killed by the Zhou army when the world was in chaos at the end of the Wei Dynasty.
That's not how you do being a bandit!
And it has been like this for hundreds of years. What a deep hatred and hatred!
"The officers and soldiers will not let us get enough rest. We will fight hard in the afternoon." Zhu Biao said to the people in Jiulian Mountain. He did not mean to pour cold water on them, but just wanted them to wake up.
"If we can hold on until night, we can use the cover of night to retreat to Silver Curtain Cave, and the casualties will be much smaller!" Being defeated and retreating on your own initiative are completely different things, not to mention that the latter will not be pursued.
Tonight is a new moon, so it will be dark when night falls. If you hold a melee in the field, you are just looking for trouble. This is a mountain, not a plain land. If chaos breaks out, the chances of both sides killing their own people will not be less than the chance of killing the enemy.
. And if you light a torch, it will provide lighting, but it will immediately become a target for the crossbowmen. That is, you will be the target yourself, and you will be looking for death.
Zhou Jun would not take this risk.
And to see whether Zhou Jun will take risks, the first thing to look at is whether Zhou Jun will give the Jiulian Bandits such a chance. Will the Zhou Jun who are like clouds and seas at the foot of the mountain let them persist until night?
At this moment, General Yangwei's troops and horses moved into action.
A row of armored and purple-clad men came like a tide.
"Bed crossbow ready——"
"Crossbowmen prepare—"
"Swordsmen and spearmen ready——"
Many people have loosened their wrist sleeves and tightened their waist belts. One is to be more flexible, and the other is to better hold their breath.
The crossbows were hung on the strings, and sharp arrows were attached to the bows. The former was better, but the latter crowd had already inserted seven or eight arrows into the ground in front of them before stringing the arrows. In order to shorten the time and increase the speed during the shooting
, make big preparations.
"Which wing of our army do you think this wave of troops will attack first?" Taking advantage of the mobilization of Zhou's army, Zhu Biao still had time to chat with Gan Yulin and others.
Gan Yulin licked his lips. Although this was not his first battle, it was the first battle between officials and gangsters that he experienced after taking over his father's position. His heart was far from the calm on the surface.
Zhu Biao's question, he thought for a while before answering: "We should break through from the left. Because the slope is a bit steeper, the troops deployed there are the weakest." After three consecutive attacks, Zhu Biao ambushed in the woods on both sides.
All men and horses were exposed. The army under the mountain must have known clearly the distribution of troops on the front line. Gan Yulin thought, of course, the next attack should be on the soft side.
"Haha..." Zhu Biao smiled happily, shook his head and said: "No, not the left side. But the center. I dare to bet you that the army will definitely break through the center this time."
"I would like to hear the details!" Gan Yulin was not a blind follower. These two sentences between him and Zhu Biao attracted the attention of everyone around him.
"Because this time they are the pro-army of the commander-in-chief of the Zhou army. The pro-army in the army not only means loyalty and bravery, but also the arrogance of being superior to others. They will definitely choose our front with the strongest troops to make a breakthrough in the center.
Then go straight to the rear."
While Zhu Biao and Gan Yulin were talking, more than ten crossbows had already shot the feather arrows representing death!
Zhu Biao observed carefully. It was obvious that after a morning of continuous use, the range and power of this low-quality bed crossbow had been weakened to a certain extent.
Good products are not cheap, and good products are not cheap!
"Whizzing--"
Even after bed crossbow shooting, Jinnu also developed market advantages.
When the distance between the two sides shortened to a hundred steps, as the bow string vibrated, the dense arrows drew parabolas, intertwined in the air, and then flew toward each other.
Some arrows even collided with each other in the air.
From a high position, it should be that the arrows from Jiulian Mountain are more advantageous because they can shoot farther, but the bows and arrows on Jiulian Mountain are not as good as the Zhou army's standard longbow. This advantage is evened out. And
Compared with the bamboo armor and rattan armor worn by the people in Jiulian Mountain, the armor worn by the regular soldiers of the Zhou army is obviously much stronger in terms of thickness and texture. It is often seen that the soldiers of the Zhou army holding knives and guns were hit several times.
Holding an arrow, he still charged up the mountain as if nothing had happened.
In the previous defense, the rolling logs and stones prepared by Zhu Biao in the second line had been exhausted, and the last few dozen fireballs of grass and vines were pushed down. Facing the repetition of the old trick on the mountain, the Zhou army, which had been prepared for a long time, directly raised their weapons.
A row of long spears pricked, picked up, and blocked the fireball that rolled down the mountain. Then several long spears pulled hard, or aimed at the middle and slashed with a big knife, and the grass ball broke into pieces.
The pro-army troops who stormed up the mountain were not afraid of the heat of the flames and the sea, and passed straight through without any major disruption in their formation.
"The crossbowmen retreated, and the swordsmen and spearmen covered up——"
Zhu Biao looked past the second line and landed on the Zhou army's formation. It was time for the second line to give up, but he didn't know if the Zhou army would take advantage of the situation and attack fiercely?
If they want to continue their efforts, they will increase their troops at this time.
"Dong dong dong..." The war drums were beating loudly. Gong Rui clicked behind him, and the best of the five hundred elites immediately came out. They were as quiet as a virgin and as quick as a stray rabbit. They were like a mountain in the battle formation, and they were like a fire during the attack.
. Rushing towards the top of the mountain quickly!
"kill--"
"Pfft!!"
Swords and axes chopped, spears and spears stabbed. On one side were the arrogant pro-soldiers, and on the other side were the bandits with high morale. Blood splattered and quickly dyed the ground red.
Although the Zhou army suffered some losses in the upward attack from bottom to top, their victory was due to their absolute superiority in numbers. The troops continued to press forward, beating Feng Hu, and Hu Wenguang's troops retreated bit by bit.
When Gong Rui's 500 elite men came up, the front line of the Jiulian Mountains had completely retreated to the middle of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain, General Zhu Biao could clearly see the movements of the Zhou army. The Zhou army, which had an absolute advantage in military strength,
The mountains and forests on both sides have already begun to surround the enemy in front of them. The Jiulian Mountains on the left and right wings deployed among them are also retreating.
Zhu Biao knows, it’s time!
"Do it--" a command was given.
"Buzzing..."
On the top of the mountain, on a series of small flat areas that were roughly level but not connected to each other, twelve micro-throwing machines modified from bed crossbows made a buzzing sound of string vibrations.
The oilcloth wrapped around the mouth of the cans was ignited, and the grease just scooped out of the hot pot was twelve violent arson bombs. After landing, groups of flames quickly spread among the people on the ground.
Zhou Jun relied on trebuchets and heavy fire oil to conquer four forts in succession. Now it was time for them to taste the burning fire.
Everything was modified last night, because before, Zhu Biao had no command authority, and he was not sure whether Zhou Jun's catapult would continue to appear at the foot of Bailian Mountain. Li Gui bumped into Li Kui, which was a very tragic thing.
of.
In the evening, it was reported that a group of Zhou army soldiers and horses were lightly equipped and marched straight to Bailian Mountain. Naturally, they would not be carrying heavy catapults. After Gan Yulin handed over the command,
He made preparations and arrangements for today's battle overnight.
"kill--"
He is cold, ruthless, and beats up the fallen dog. A qualified general will not feel pity for his enemies. Zhu Biao is a qualified general.
"Ming Jin, guard!" The voice of General Yangwei at the foot of the mountain was full of unwillingness, and his eyes staring at the top of the mountain were even more full of anger and resentment. He would not be angry at all when he burned four forts in succession with fierce fire oil, but when the fire was fierce
When the disaster of being burned came back and fell on his head, when he thought of the soldiers who died in the fire, he wanted to kill all the Jiulianshan people.
Three rounds of continuous fire, thirty-six cans of grease. The twelve throwing machines that had been tested before only missed three cans. Thirty-three cans of grease hit halfway down the mountainside, above the second line of defense, and the flames rose.
The painful howls of the Zhou soldiers made the morale of more than a thousand Zhou soldiers in the attack drop to the bottom. Fire and water are merciless. This thing is not something you can resist if you are brave and not afraid of death.
However, the oil tank fell in the middle of the attacking Zhou army. On top of the flames, the retreat route of one or two hundred Zhou army soldiers was cut off. After hearing the golden sound of "clang clang", some of them threw their legs away.
Sneaking away from the woods on both sides, he didn't even care about the Jiulian Mountain people inside.
And a group of people were determined to die in an instant. They were either fighting on the front line, or they were truly loyal and patriotic. Instead, they rushed towards the Jiulian Mountain people in front of them even more fiercely.
Naturally, more people were stunned and hesitant, not knowing whether they should follow the attack upwards or slip away from both sides.
"Kill, leave no one alive, kill -"
Feng Hu, Hu Wenguang's killing cry was so loud at this moment.
…………
The archers could not draw their bows, and the crossbowmen could not fire their crossbows. When the sun in the sky turned to the west, the Zhou army with its superior numbers completely reversed its losing streak and continued to compress the defense line of the Jiulian Mountains.
The slopes of Bailian Mountain turned into a real mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with rivers of blood and flesh. A soldier of the Zhou Army had just stabbed his gun into the belly of the enemy in front of him, and then his head was chopped off by another Jiulian Mountain soldier with a knife.
Kill, kill, kill!
The enemy and we are entangled, and the canines are at each other's throats, and they can no longer be separated, unless one party is defeated and retreats. The masters join the battle one after another, but they are fighting together with the most ordinary bandits and soldiers, and they are inseparable.
Zhu Biao has just accumulated 25 wins, but no matter how you look at it, his 26 wins are so far away. This work is recommended by registered members of Piaotian Literature
