Chapter six hundred and thirty seventh chariot torrent
Making way for someone...
In an instant, these words flashed through Bian Liangqun's mind like a bolt from the blue and were engraved in the bottom of his heart. Yes, the Song Army was making way for the troops behind -
They are going to attack with all their strength——
Although it is not clear what the trump card Song Jun is about to play, a trace of worry has already arisen in Bian Liangqun's heart. "Be alert, the entire army is on alert—"
Song Army Zhongjun.
Zhang Fuyang's eyes flashed, and the crossbowmen had safely withdrawn to both wings, so what's next...
"Come here, light the smoke——"
"Tan Xiong is asked to retreat left and right, and the chariots attack -" Zhang Fuyang shouted loudly, the battle was about to reach its climax.
Zhu Shuai's idea was brilliant, and he found out these antiques from thousands of years ago. But if you are caught off guard, antiques can also kill people.
Hundreds of chariots galloping together, it was no ordinary lethality.
"Rumble..." The sound of horse hooves and the sound of wheels rolled up in the rear formation. Where strength was lacking, wisdom made up for it. After Zhu Biao saw a big flaw in his army from Lu Tong camp, he thought a lot, and finally came up with this idea.
Prices - tanks!
Chariots! Tanks in the cold weapon era have no opponents at all on flat areas and frontal impact battlefields.
As a result, three chariot troops, two large and one small, were quickly formed. Now Bian Liangqun will face one of the three tanks.
Tan Xiong commanded the troops to retreat, and slowly the Thousand Sword Players divided them into two sections, like a tree split in half, guiding the two princely troops of Xie Jingqi and Liu Jue to unknowingly become
It has a big 'herringbone' shape.
"Rumble--"
Twenty-five chariots in one column, and one hundred chariots divided into four columns, crossed the flag gate and rushed out frantically.
Bian Liangqun finally saw clearly what the opponent's trump card was, and his face instantly turned pale. "Crossbow archer, foot archer, release the arrow, release the arrow for me quickly -" Almost crazy, Bian Liangqun rushed towards the formation.
In front of them, the phalanx of infantry archers in the formation roared loudly.
Unfortunately, the previous exchange of fire had consumed too much of the combat effectiveness of the infantry archers from the two battalions of Xie Jingqi and Liu Jue. Many infantry archers raised their bows but could not draw the bow strings. Even though hundreds of sharp arrows flew out sparsely,
It was also unable to cause much damage to the Song Army's chariot units.
Although there are also thousands of infantry archers in the formation, their distance is too far back. If they fire arrows at this time, they are not shooting at the enemy, but killing themselves.
The Prince's Army, which had previously fought with the Song Army's Thousand Sword Players, was now trying its best to withdraw towards the two wings, even if one side was a water pool. Just like the previous crossbowmen, soaking in the water was better than being hit by a chariot.
, strong enough to be crushed to death.
In the mountains and forests.
Liu Zhuo stared at the Prince's Army not far away with his cold eyes, his face was solemn, without any fluctuation, and his whole person exuded an unusual calmness.
Song Jun is at a critical point in time. After passing this level, everything will be brighter. But if he cannot get through this level, everything will stop. Therefore, he will do his best to make the greatest contribution to the Battle of Dingshan.
effort.
Looking through the trees, there is already chaos outside the mountain forest. Tens of thousands of infantrymen of the Prince's Army are changing from the previous cover-up and killing trend all over the mountains and plains. The situation of the Thousand Song Saber players who have been struggling to support has also suddenly changed. The situation of the Prince's Army has suddenly changed.
The flags were fluttering, the swords were dazzling, and the momentum was still terrifying. But the Song army's hundred chariots poured out in unison, and everything was lost.
The infantry of the Prince's Army clearly saw what was coming from the opposite side, and everyone's expressions were horrified. Those soldiers who were originally chasing the Song Saber player and ran to the left and right wings simply increased their efforts and continued to chase down.
More infantry troops of the Prince's Army, facing hundreds of tanks roaring towards them, were so frightened that their legs became weak and they were unable to fight...
The wolf smoke was lit, and Liu Zhuo's eyes flashed with light. He pointed the sword in his hand and shouted at the chaotic prince army, "All the troops obey my orders, follow me to kill the thieves -"
"Kill -" the shouts of thousands of people merged into a roar, which instantly shook the sky. The flock of birds hovering over the mountain forest, like a ball of crushed snow, immediately fell apart and scattered away.
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Thousands of Song troops showed the momentum of ten thousand. Their sudden appearance was like the straw that broke the camel's back, causing the prince's army's fighting spirit to collapse instantly.
The chariots had appeared before. Although the prince's army was afraid, they still had some confidence in their hearts. After all, they had a large number of people, while the Song army was weak with a small number of soldiers. Everyone knew this.
But now, in the mountains and forests, figures are swaying and flags are fluttering. Can the little soldier know that there are only a thousand people there? The shadows of snakes with bows and arrows, the roar of wind and cranes, and the grass and trees are all soldiers, but that's it.
At the same time, the Dongcheng battlefield was also an exhibition match of tanks, and the scale was much larger than Zhang Fuyang's hundred tanks.
Three hundred chariots with two horses and three men, one hundred in a column, three columns vertically and horizontally, pressed overwhelmingly towards the Sizhou Army, which was pursuing more than 20,000 people.
The charging chariot is unstoppable!
Of course, just like the cavalry, when they can't charge...,
Then victory still belongs to the infantry.
It is a pity that there are too few people among the more than 20,000 Sizhou troops who think so.
The leading military academy who was chasing after Zhu Biao thought so. At the same time, he also knew that his army only had such a slim chance of making a comeback. The wheels of the chariot rolling forward must be blocked, otherwise Jie Xiu doesn't know whether everything will happen.
, but he definitely knew that he wanted to give up everything.
"Block them, block them, block them for me -" the military academy shouted loudly, but there were only a few people who responded. Every infantryman of the Sizhou Army wanted to let others carry it and take advantage of it. So, three hundred
The chariot advanced in front of Sizhou's pursuing troops almost in a moment.
A large amount of turning space was compressed, causing many infantrymen of the Sizhou Army to helplessly stop their retreat. Holding the swords and guns in their hands, they faced the charge and crushing of the rolling chariots.
One chariot is nothing to be afraid of, nor is ten chariots, but if it is a charge group composed of three hundred chariots, launching an overwhelming charge, then the situation is completely different. Three hundred chariots
The power of the charge and the destructiveness it carries cannot be resisted by the flesh and blood of soldiers.
What's more important is their momentum, that indomitable and invincible momentum that shocks the enemy's soul, which is needless to say.
They are the tanks of the cold weapon age. Can humans withstand the crushing force of tanks?
"Bang——" A spear thrust out was easily blocked by the Tengpai hand on the chariot. In a blink of an eye, a spear nearly two feet long was stabbed into the chest of the Sizhou army spearman.
, the sharp spearhead shines with the light of death under the sunlight——
"Ah——?" Before the spear could enter his body, the Sizhou Army spearman could no longer suppress the fear in his heart and screamed loudly. But this eardrum-piercing scream could not save the Song Army chariot at all.
The determination of the spearman to assassinate the enemy. The Sizhou Army spearman was not given any time or chance to dodge. The sharp spear was already flying down, and the sharp spearhead was driven by the huge inertia of the chariot.
, easily passed through the layer of armor worn by the Sizhou Army spearmen, penetrated from the chest, and went straight to the back. Then he dragged the spear diagonally, and with the forward thrust of the chariot, he quickly pulled out the spear.
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"Well--"
I felt a coldness in my chest, no pain, only numbness. The Sizhou Army spearmen's shrill screams became even more miserable. All the strength in my body dissipated like a tide, and I watched helplessly as the bleeding spearhead was pulled out from my chest.
It came out, bringing out a cavity of red blood, leaving only a blood hole the size of the mouth of a bowl, and endless blood flowed outwards along the wound.
"ah--"
Another resisting Sizhou Army soldier was knocked to the ground by an iron halberd. The halberd warrior standing on the chariot simply waved the halberd in his hand, and then devoted himself wholeheartedly.
In the ensuing battle, he didn't even notice that the Sizhou Army soldier who was knocked to the ground by him had only one thigh left and was struggling miserably on the ground. As for the other one, it was up to his knees.
The part has been cut off flatly...
It was just a casual hook, but driven by the huge impact of the chariot, this slight hook was enough to cut off a person's calf.
A chariot rushed past, the horses galloped, mud and grass splashed, and the heavy horseshoes trampled heavily on the back of the injured soldier with a broken leg. In an instant, a "crackling" sound of broken bones could be heard clearly from under the vehicle.
How can crawling on the ground be faster than the galloping of a war horse? The wounded soldier with a broken leg avoided in a survival style by crawling on the ground. Not only did it not have the desired effect, but it also made him lose all his ability to resist.
He lay prone on the ground, exposing his defenseless back to horses and chariots trampling and crushing him.
The horses stepped over and were crushed by the chariot wheels. Apart from making the chariot rattle, it had no other effect.
After one, two, and three tanks passed by, only a pile of rotten flesh was left on the corpse. Almost all the bones in the soldier's body were crushed to pieces in the disasters. Fortunately, his head was
Well preserved, those eyes are full of fear of death and desire for life.
However, if time could be transferred to the moment when the chariot arrived, he did not yearn for a glimmer of hope, but opened his eyes wide, clenched the sword in his hand, and waited until the moment before the chariot arrived to swing out...
Even if he is still dead, he is very likely to be able to destroy one of the Song Army's tanks. This result is enough to comfort him for a lifetime.
But how many people in the world can do such a heroic act?
Anyway, there are not many soldiers in Sizhou.
The three hundred tanks were like an irresistible billowing stream of iron, rushing past crazily. The three or four thousand front troops of the Sizhou Army who bore the brunt were almost collapsed at the first touch, allowing the tanks to penetrate deep into their own hinterland.
Wherever they passed, countless Sizhou Army soldiers fell to the ground one by one like weeds that had been cut down. They were either stabbed to death by the soldiers on the chariot with spears and iron halberds, or were killed by war horses and wheels.
Crushed to death...
It was like plowing a field. After three hundred chariots rolled by, not a single Sizhou soldier was left standing on the battlefield, and everything was covered with bloody corpses. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature,
