"Kill -" When Sun Xianzhou saw Feng Enjiang defeated and fled, he immediately raised his sword and shouted. What better time to attack with his troops than this?
Fighting generals and fighting formations are not just for this moment!
"Kill--"
In fact, there was no need for Sun Xianzhou to shout out at all. The Jin troops under his command had already screamed at the top of their lungs from the first moment Feng Enjiang retreated, but no one dared to take a step!
The 15,000 to 15,000 Jin troops were like a river bursting its banks, carrying an indomitable momentum that instantly spread towards the Song cavalry queue not far away.
"Withdraw, let's go -" Dou Bing looked at the Jin army that was coming from all over the mountain like an idiot. Could it be that a group of his own cavalry were still waiting for them on the ground to kill them? With an order, a thousand cavalrymen immediately turned their horses to
head, hooves and ran backwards.
"Whoosh——"
There was a sound of a sharp arrow piercing the air, and the sharp whistle was completely obscured by the chaos of the battlefield.
Feng Enjiang, who was galloping on horseback, suddenly felt a chill in the back of his heart, one of which was like being pricked by a needle. He had a bad idea in his heart, and reflexively turned around, and saw a phantom coming from his chest.
It passed through with a "whoosh". But as soon as Feng Enjiang's pounding heart was put into his stomach, before Feng Enjiang had time to take a breath, he heard the sharp whistle of a sharp arrow piercing the air again——
After escaping the first day of junior high school, Feng Enjiang failed to escape the 15th day of junior high school. Hao Bodao's second arrow hit him in the right shoulder. His right arm became weak under the severe pain. His fingers loosened and the spear that had been with him for many years fell off.
fell to the ground.
"Damn it -" Feng Enjiang was furious in his heart. He covered his shoulder with his left hand and turned his head bitterly on the galloping horse. He looked at Hao Bodao, who was chasing after him with a gun, sparks flying in his eyes, as if he wanted to print his figure in his eyes.
Same here.
The back-and-forth battles had no effect on the overall situation. After running for seven or eight miles, the Song Army's cavalry leisurely and leisurely integrated together again, but with a sense of excitement, they chased for four or five miles and were out of breath.
The Jin army, who had finally caught their breath, ran back to the Jin army's camp at the foot of Tianhe Mountain before Zhu Biao's army arrived.
"This is a trouble!" Looking at the Jin army occupying the main road of Tianhe Mountain, Zhu Biao frowned.
If my army wants to advance into Wanzhou as soon as possible, the crossing at the foot of Tianhe Mountain in Xiangwu is the only way to pass. However, the Jin army has already occupied this place, and it is impossible for me to pass under the mountain safely.
It is not difficult for Zhu Biao to turn his back on the enemy, turn his passivity into an initiative, and capture Tianhe Mountain alone. He has many means to lure the Jin army out of Tianhe Mountain. However, what limits his actions is time, and the Hua Wei army behind him has already pursued him.
Here he is, he must pass Tianhe Mountain before noon tomorrow.
…
Sun Xianzhou stood at the head of the walled village with a long sword in his hand facing the wind, his square face showing a wordless perseverance, and his bright eyes staring ahead intently.
"Dong dong dong——"
The vigorous sound of war drums came from in front of the village, and the fierce and vigorous rhythm was breathtaking.
With the long and leisurely sound of the trumpet, the Song army's attacking troops surged in.
"Kill~~"
Faintly, bursts of killing sounds sounded from afar, gradually getting closer and louder, and finally merged into a shout of killing that resounded through the sky.
Countless Song soldiers rolled over overwhelmingly, and the red torches rolled in from a distance like stars. Soon, the open space in front of the Jin army camp in Tianhe Mountain turned into a sea of red fire!
In the light of the fire, which was as bright as day, countless Song soldiers came like ants and crowded the entire open space in front of the camp. It was a large area of darkness, and they were the only ones visible except for the gray sky.
The formation of the Song army was not strict. They were not really elite soldiers after all. They came in large numbers, but they still maintained the order of the queue, and there were certain defenses on the front, rear, left and right sides.
Sun Xianzhou's face was solemn. They had never thought that the Song army would use such a brutal method and attack head-on. He raised his right arm high, and under the care of the blazing bonfires on the left and right, he shouted in a calm voice: "
All archers, prepare—"
There are still many crossbowmen in the Jin army of 20,000 people. Sun Xianzhou gave the order and saw all the foot archers on the wall at the same time pulling out the longbows in the bow pots and pulling out one after another from the arrow pots.
The sharp arrow is on the string.
Bows and arrows were bent, waiting for the Song army to come forward.
Under the wall, teams of Song Saber players swarmed in——
"Fire the arrow——"
"Instigating and instigating——"
Thousands of arrows pierced the sky at the same time, and the piercing screams resounded throughout the sky.
"Vertical shield——"
Thunderous shouts rang out from the charging Song Army formation. The Song Saber player at the front quickly put his cards on his head, and then carried the ladder without hesitation under a wave of arrows.
Continuing to move forward.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"
Amidst the continuous muffled sounds, sharp long arrows were either inserted into the shields of the Song soldiers, or penetrated through the shields into the chest below, causing some unavoidable damage to the charging Song army.
The damage. Just such a small amount of damage is simply not enough to disrupt their tidal charge.
Fifty steps—thirty steps—fifteen steps—
"The infantry archers retreated, and the rear ranks continued to shoot. The melee soldiers came forward——"
What Sun Xianzhou saw in front of him was no surprise. After all, the Song army had an absolute advantage. How could their attack be repelled by a hail of arrows from his newly formed soldiers?
"kill--"
Seeing that they had rushed out of the area covered by arrow rain, the morale of the swarming Song army was greatly boosted. In the blink of an eye, they had rushed under the village wall. A series of extremely simple ladders were erected high, with the sharp hooks at the top still faintly visible.
It can be seen that it is shining with an icy cold light.
On the wall, Sun Xianzhou still stood as tall as a pine. At this time, he wanted to give his army, which had not seen blood, a sense of confidence. But all the Jin soldiers in the camp looked solemn.
"Boom - boom - boom -"
More than twenty ladders were set up on the outer wall of the camp almost at the same time.
Through the barbs at the top, all the ladders are tightly hooked to the wooden fence on the outer edge of the wall, which is very suitable.
This military camp was also rushed to build. The thick walls look very intimidating, but in fact they are just superficial and cannot be described as flashy.
A layer of logs was used as a barrier on the outside, and then a row of logs was cut every two feet inward, and the middle was filled with earth, sand and gravel. In this way, three rows were piled up to create the visually appealing military village.
The outer wall. But in fact, there is no foundation between the logs, and the soil and sand inside are just compacted. You can imagine the solidity!
A thousand Song army infantry roared out of the rain of arrows and crowded under the two-foot-high wall. Each of them held a sword in his mouth, a shield on his head, and used both hands and feet, like a spiritual ape, along the ladder.
Just climb up.
Sun Xianzhou, who was on the top of the city, reached back with his hand, and a bright and shining sword was already in his hand. "Kill--" a loud shout sounded like thunder, and before the voice could fall, a cold light was wiped out, like a beheading
He cut off the barb of a ladder he had put up, and the pieces of wood flew away with ease.
"Huhu——"
Groups of baby-sized black shadows volleyed down from the camp wall. The Song soldiers who were climbing on the ladders had no way to dodge, and most of them were hit hard.
Even if there was a shield blocking them, how could the power of one arm resist the boulders falling from the sky? They all screamed and fell from the ladder, and also injured a bunch of people behind them.
In this way, even those who survived the catastrophe would suffer severe head injuries or even broken legs. And if they and the wounded did not retreat in time, they would still be very likely to be hit by the rolling rocks that followed.
On the body.
As long as it is a battlefield, there will be casualties. When a Song soldier lands, more Song soldiers will continue to climb up to replace him.
On the wall, Sun Xianzhou cut off the barb of a ladder in the first instance. He waved his big hand and said loudly: "Sword and axe-hand, cut them off!"
Hundreds of strong men with strong physiques and armed with sharp axes swarmed forward and rushed forward. In groups of four, they swung the axes according to the barb hooked on the wooden fence.
On a hill, Zhu Biao and others were riding on horseback. They saw the ladders being destroyed one after another and their own army's offensive being frustrated. Their expressions did not change at all.
"Continue to attack, be careful of casualties. I will make the Jin army so tired that they will not be able to stand up straight tomorrow!"
Zhu Biao is now good, and he has more soldiers. He mobilizes one by one, and fights on wheels. If he is tired, he will be able to tire out the Jin army in front at dawn tomorrow.
When the time comes, he personally takes action to destroy a mere camp wall. How simple it is. The reason why he doesn't take action immediately is because the Jin army's combat power is still there. Even if Zhu Biao forcibly breaks through the camp wall, he can't do it quickly.
Time took care of the 20,000 Jin troops in front of them.
One wave of attacks, two waves of attacks, three waves of attacks...
The corpses left by the Song Army gradually covered the ground. The time had turned to early morning, and a milky white mist filled the mountains and enveloped the sky above.
In the air, the faint fragrance that used to be refreshing has long since turned into the pungent smell of blood. The two armies fought a fierce battle all night, and thousands of lives have been left here forever.
The neat walls of the Jin army's camp have become bumpy at this moment, and many areas have turned into piles of dirt and sand. Bodies in pools of blood lie all over the front line. As far as you can see, there are patches of black and red dyed with blood.
land——
"roar--"
"roar--"
"roar--"
Only the song of the Song Army's attack remained unchanged, and the sound was still loud and clear. Another wave of Song troops carrying simple ladders entered the battle. Behind these ladders, there were a thousand Song Army melee soldiers lined up in a tight formation.
At dawn, there must be at least a thousand dead bodies on the ground in front of the Jin army's stronghold, right? Counting the injured Song army, Zhu Biao had to pay at least two to three thousand casualties during the night of stalking and killing.
But looking at the tired faces of the Jin troops in the camp, Zhu Biao knew that his efforts were definitely worth it.
So after another wave of attacks retreated, he took action himself. Stones and arrows could not hurt him at all, and the seemingly thick camp wall was so vulnerable to his hands.
"Crash-"
A row of thigh-thick logs fell, and there was a sound of earth and sand pouring, and then the second row of falling logs came into view——
Zhu Biao just struck the sword, and the condensed evil spirit cut off the seemingly decent camp wall.
"A strong dragon has regrets -" he slapped his left hand with the palm of his hand, and lined up on the logs that were about to fall over in the third row. "Boom -" Earth and rocks exploded, sand flew, and logs as thick as thighs swept horizontally towards the Jin army. In the military camp, if you stand in the way, you will die.
"Kill..." The 30,000 original Song troops who had been recharging their strength all night shouted loudly.
Such a strategy is not clever, but it is so desperate. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
