Chapter seven hundred and sixteenth ten thousand people die without regret
Outside the earth wall, the Zhou army was in chaos. Several Song soldiers took the opportunity to climb the steps and exposed their upper bodies from the earth wall.// //[This article comes from] holding a shield in one hand for cover and a javelin in the other.
"Whoosh..." Four-foot-long bamboo javelins were stabbed at rapid speed. The panicked Zhou Jun was rolling and crawling away from the wall burning with kerosene. I don't know how many people were throwing useless weapons.
The defensive back was exposed to Song Jun's eyes.
The javelins stabbed down one after another, almost nine out of ten times, they were able to pierce a person. The sharp spear points passed through the body. The soldiers below had no way to guard against them. They were pierced one after another. Good luck.
Some of them could still call out twice, but some of them were unlucky and were nailed to the ground without saying a word. Such killings made Zhou Jun, who was panicking after being rescued, instantly become even more panicked.
It was a brutal siege. Qian Yunshan never thought that a small camp would lead to such a tragic battle. However, every Song army in the camp was like a rat and had holes to hide in.
, which can be used to transport men and horses and replenish military supplies, which greatly weakens the power of the Thunderbolt Chariot. However, the existing Thunderbolt Chariots in his hands are all small ones, and there are no mountainous areas for quarrying around!
The small thunderbolt vehicles could not blast through the solid and thick earthen walls of the Song army, and the Zhou army could not attack the outside of the camp, which was stained red with blood. The battle in front of them could only be a cold-weapons attack and killing battle! A battle with cold weapons!
A war of attrition with no end in sight.
After half a day of fighting, Zhou Jun's casualties were indeed heavy, and it really poured cold water on Qian Yunshan!
"But I must win this battle!" Qian Yunshan said fiercely in his heart. Failure to win would mean the end of his personal career. Therefore, between the lives of the soldiers of the Zhou army and Qian Yunshan's own future, there is a huge stake.
When compared with the opportunity of Chui Zi ascending the throne and becoming prime minister, he chose the latter.
Zhou Zhiqiang died, the Zhou soldiers behind him died, and the entire army was gone, but the battalion lieutenant colonel was still roaring loudly, charging to kill. Charge to kill!
There are still five hundred elite soldiers left behind the captain. These are the reserves he has set aside, and they are also the guards he uses to guard against surprise counterattacks by the Song army.
But now there was no need to hold back anymore. The situation in the camp did not turn into the anxious situation he expected, but the Zhou army was at an absolute disadvantage. The troops and horses of the headquarters that invaded the Song camp suffered more casualties in several fierce battles.
Half of them and the remaining troops were in chaos. Apart from the five hundred soldiers in his hands, the captain could no longer find a team that could always obey orders.
However, there was still no sound of gold ringing behind him. Instead, the big flag in front of the formation was shaking. The captain tightened the leather round shield on his left arm. He raised the iron ring steel knife in his hand and shouted loudly.
He yelled: "Brothers, kill me!"
To boost morale, the leader must take the lead when necessary. This is what the captain is doing now. He rushes to the front. When he reaches the earth wall next to the dead body, he holds the long ladder with one hand and waves the sword with the other, and is the first to be attacked.
Climbing up, "Come on, follow me and rush!"
"General...General!" an officer of the Zhou Army shouted in surprise. He hadn't had a drop of water since the war started in the morning, and his voice had long been hoarse and painful. Now he can no longer speak, but with his own eyes
Seeing his captain charging at the front, he couldn't help but scream in shock.
The captain heard the voice and looked back, but his charging movements did not slow down at all. "Brothers, follow me to kill..." He put the leather shield on his left arm in front of his chest and rushed towards him with a roar.
The five hundred people behind the Song Army followed closely, charging towards the Song Army without giving up any chance.
They are all veterans who have been in the army for many years. I can honestly say that the Zhou army is pretty good in terms of both their combat prowess and their fighting will.
"Kill -" the leader of the Song Army shouted loudly. He had already tried his best. As the front of Chen An's camp turned left, five hundred people had been nailed to the square of the camp to resist the frontal attack of a full camp of Zhou troops.
, the fighting has reached this point, the Zhou army has suffered heavy losses and there are no troops left to mobilize.
Four or five Zhou soldiers were holding long spears and swords, shouting "kill, kill, kill" and rushed towards him without fear. It seemed that the armor he was wearing not only had no deterrent effect, but had an unspeakable feeling.
attraction.
A soldier following him rushed forward with a shield. He waved his shield and blocked two spears with great effort. He had been fighting for a long time, and his physical strength was beyond the bottom line. The Song Army shield hand himself was shot out by the tip of the spear.
The huge momentum made him stagger back a few steps. Another Zhou army saw it as an advantage and stepped forward and stabbed him in the thigh. The wound was immediately bleeding profusely. The Song army shield soldiers were in sudden severe pain.
He fell to the ground, and before he could call for help, he was stabbed in the chest by several spears, leaving holes in his chest.
"Death!" Seeing his men fall in front of him, the tragic death made the Song Junjun's eyes immediately turn red, he yelled and rushed over to kill them with a knife.
He swung his sword to separate the two spears, arched his shoulders and bumped into each other, knocking the two Zhou army spearmen in front of him to the ground. Then he leaned over to avoid the stabs of the two knives and two spears, and rolled to the ground.
Swinging the knife, the action was completed in one go. The waist knife swiped across the necks of the two Zhou Army spearmen who fell to the ground. The sharp blade immediately cut the throats of the two men. Just as he was about to stand up, he heard the sound of wind again.
Just as Hou was about to dodge, he saw another soldier rushing over with a shield, and he held the sword for him. However, the strength of the Zhou soldier who wielded the sword was obviously extraordinary, and he cut down both the man and the shield of the Song soldier in one blow.
Flip to the ground.
The Marquis didn't have time to see clearly who the man was, so he took advantage of the man to put away his sword, raised his sword and slashed at his feet. Seeing that it was in vain! The man was not only extremely powerful, but also quick in reaction. He just made a sharp turn.
, he dodged, and then slashed with his sword. The Junhou held his sword above his head and deflected the blow.
A simple parry actually caused his jaw to tingle slightly, as if his own strength could not move the person in front of him at all.
The Marquis took a deep breath, and took advantage of the opportunity of several of his soldiers to form a formation to stop the man. He quickly stood up and retreated. After calming down, he took a closer look, and couldn't help but secretly complain that he was actually a Shan Wenjia.
general.
This man was at least a captain. How could his martial arts skills be comparable to mine?
However...there is no room for retreat on the battlefield. Even if you die, you must stay on the line of defense.
"It turns out that a big shot is here!" The military marquis gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, the person in front of you is the general of the Zhou army. Let's go up together and chop him up. Each one of them will be promoted to three levels and rewarded with tens of millions of silver!" He shouted loudly.
Encouraged, I don't know if "ten million" means "tens of thousands" or the real "tens of millions". It is more likely that it was just what the military prince said. After greeting the soldiers on the left and right, they all shouted in unison
He rushed towards the captain. During the sprint, he ground his toes on the ground, kicked with all his strength, and used a trick to shoot a fallen spear as a projectile. The spear touched the ground very fast.
They rushed towards the captain, and at the same time, the group of them also waved their swords and guns to attack.
"Humph!" snorted coldly, and the captain jumped. The body of a Song Army soldier flew up to meet the spear. Then the iron ring steel knife danced, only one slashed horizontally, and the one in front rushed forward.
The Song Army's sword and shield soldier passed by and was chopped into two pieces. Then the blade turned around and heard a loud "dang" sound. The Song Army's military commander flew upside down and fell into the Song Army. The tiger's mouth of his right hand was directly shocked.
It was cracked, blood was dripping from it, and the steel knife in his hand was bent into a dog's leg.
Lieutenant Zhou then shouted loudly, and quickly stepped forward to catch up. The steel knife in his hand once again fell straight to the head of the military leader with an unstoppable force. The two Song soldiers howled when they saw that the situation was not good, and moved towards the captain.
He rushed towards him, with two waist knives in his hands, one on the left and one on the right, crossing each other and slashing at both sides of him.
The captain's brows furrowed slightly, and the steel knife in his hand spun around in circles. Cold light flashed with bloody light, and the two Song soldiers who rushed over were killed by him on the spot.
Taking this opportunity, the Song Army Marquis took a breather. But when he saw two "loyal and brave men" dying trying to save him, he felt a sudden pain in his heart. Ignoring the pain in the tiger's mouth on his right hand, he quickly picked up a waist knife from the ground.
He picked up another shield and then swung his sword to kill the captain. But this time he still couldn't pass three times, and the captain broke the shield again with a knife. The remaining force of the steel knife struck him.
However, due to the influx of Song soldiers, the captain had no time to make up for it and kicked the military lord away.
At this time, Junhou of the Song Army was completely desperate. He was able to sustain himself twice and not die. It was a great blessing and a miracle. Comparing the real force of the two sides, in terms of his skills, Junhou did not think that he could survive.
The opponent's sword passed two times.
The blood of the Song soldiers has been splashed all over the captain's clothes, but this made his loyalty boil even more. So far, more than ten Song soldiers have fallen under his sword, and two Song soldiers have been disabled.
It was a small formation, but the Song Army officer who took the lead was still alive and well!
He targeted the military prince.
Cold sweat soaked the military lord's underwear and flowed all over his forehead. The shield had been thrown away long ago. All he could do now was to hold the handle of the sword firmly with both hands and fight with the surrounding men against the enemy in front of him.
Will.
Under their feet, there were corpses everywhere, some from the Zhou army and some from the Song army, lying in various directions, layer upon layer...
"Kill! Kill!" The military lord was still roaring at the top of his lungs, cheering himself up. At this time, even if a hail of arrows flew from the rear and he died together with the enemy general, it would be better than continuing to drag on like this.
Go down strong!
He was willing to die together with Captain Zhou because he didn't know if he could survive to the next moment.
But many times, it is very difficult to die with the enemy. The captain once again slashed the steel sword, and not surprisingly, the waist sword in the general's hand flew out again. The iron ring steel sword was sharp and powerful.
The wind swept across his neck...
Again and again, not again! The corner of the captain's mouth curled up into a sneer!
"It's over!" This thought first flashed through Song Junjun's mind, and then, a sharp pain came from his neck...
The blade cut across his neck, and the splash of blood brought up a bloody rainbow in front of the captain's eyes, and blood mist flew for a moment!
"ah!"
However, at this moment, a sharp arrow penetrated through the blood mist. By the time the captain became vigilant, it was already in front of his eyes and he could not avoid it. The sharp arrow was shot by a strong three-stone bow and hit his left shoulder. This scream of pain
The screams almost followed Captain Zhou.
Blood gushed out, and the severe pain made Captain Zhou take a step back.
"I was hit by a cold arrow!" After reacting, Lieutenant Zhou yelled angrily, and cut off the arrow shaft on his shoulder with a knife back. He was so angry that he wanted to find the villain who shot the cold arrow. The battlefield is full of cold arrows.
Hidden arrows are the most hated, just like sneak attacks by gangsters...
"The military lord is dead, avenge the military lord..." Some of the remaining Song troops on the front roared angrily and continued to attack the captain. Moreover, the captain's arrow just now gave them more courage.
The military lord is dead?
Captain Zhou's brain immediately reflected. It turned out that the person whose head was taken off by him was just a little military prince! Seeing how courageous he was. People continued to die for him and tried their best to cover him. He thought he was a military commander.
Woolen cloth!
He was a little surprised, but looking at the charging Song army, the captain's lips curled up and he didn't take it seriously.
The morale of the soldiers of the Song Army was very high. Although the death of the military lord made the Song Army in front panic for a while, after the Sima of the main army arrived in time, the morale of the army was immediately stabilized. When the reinforcements from the right behind him arrived, the morale was even higher.
There was a sharp increase. One was declining and the other was increasing. It didn't take long for the Zhou soldiers who had invaded the third earth wall to retreat again.
Two days later. On the east side of the town, the original site of the Wu Boniu Camp of the Song Army was directly in a small village more than two miles away from the town.
"Kill! Kill! Kill for me! Kill them all! All the Song Ni here will be killed!" General Zhou Junzhonglang stood on the ruins of a collapsed house and roared. The bloody mouth on his face was visible from a distance.
It looked like a child's mouth, with blood oozing out as the general roared.
The previous Zhou army, in order to show their kindness and promote their benevolence, were very willing to persuade the soldiers of the Song army to surrender. Just like Zhu Biao's previous life during the Anti-Japanese War, the Kuomintang and the Communist armies always treated the captured soldiers who surrendered in Japan.
Considered a 'treasure'.
You don’t need to know what the Kuomintang and the Communist armies in the previous life had in mind. You just need to know that in the current society, Zhou Jun represents the imperial court and needs to win over people’s hearts.
But this was the first time I saw someone so nakedly shouting "Kill them all".
In the village.
Hundreds of old, weak, women and children were shivering in a corner of a small town-like village. The past four or five days had been a nightmare for them. The Song army came and occupied their homes, although every household
They were all given money, but their family was gone.
The Zhou army came and fought for two days and one night. The whole village was completely reduced to ruins.
Although these old and weak women and children were specially arranged to live in a corner of the village and were not affected by the war, they were frightened, just frightened, so they sent the three old people to see the King of Hell in two days.
"Listen to me clearly." A Zhou army leader stood in front of this group of people. His uniform was stained with blood, and his chest was wrapped with a thick white gauze. He was holding a bloodstained waist knife in his hand, fighting bloody battles.
Ersheng's appearance frightened these old and weak women and children on the spot so much that they didn't dare to breathe. "Stay here honestly. When our army has eliminated Song Ni, we will send you home one by one."
"Before this, anyone who dares to move without permission will be shot to death!"
A group of Zhou soldiers stood bored outside the courtyard. The team leader handled the situation very appropriately. The current situation is indeed not the time to cause this group of old and weak women and children to cause trouble. However, after two days of bloody battle, a small village was captured, and Song General
After leading the troops back to the town, every Zhou soldier was filled with unwillingness.
The general of the Zhou army will continue to stand on the ruins. It is not that he is unaware of the retreat of Wu Boniu's remaining troops, nor does he not want to send troops to stop it, but it is too close. The village is too close to the town. Two miles is enough to get around.
?
If the Song army in the town were to attack fiercely, it would be too late to retreat!
At this time, a soldier next to him suddenly screamed, pointed forward, and said: "General, look..."
There was shock and panic in his voice.
Zhonglang Jiang looked up, his face suddenly changed, and he saw a thick black smoke rising from the center of the village not far away.
"Let's go!" Knowing that something was wrong, Zhong Lang ignored the remaining Song soldiers in the village and hurried towards the center. When he arrived at the center of the village, which was originally the house of the largest landowner in the village, here
They all turned into a sea of fire.
"General, this is where the Song army's supplies are stored. The few Song soldiers who retreated into the courtyard burned all the military supplies when they saw no way out." A military commander looked at the burning fire with a pity expression.
The landlord's house is a pity.
In a small town two miles away, Zhu Biao was also silently watching the black smoke rising from the village.
After two days of fighting, three of the Song Army's camps in the north, south, east, and west were destroyed, and nearly 10,000 soldiers were lost. This number was huge for the Song Army's infantry of only 40,000 people.
Standing on the wall, Zhu Biao felt heavy in his heart. With one decision, tens of thousands of people lost their lives...
But he has no regrets. Looking at the village with black smoke rising, he has no regrets.
The town is too small to accommodate the Song Army's more than 40,000 infantry. So in the south of the town, Zhang Nan's camp is still holding on. Zhu Biao replenished him with 2,000 swords last night, and Zhang Nan will continue
Hold on in the camp, hold on!
In addition, the main infantry force of less than 30,000 people gathered in the small town. The entire town was packed, waiting for the Zhou army's attack in the future.
There has been no news about the cavalry that was sent out. But with such a knife on his vest, it is impossible for Zhou Jun to let go and attack him.
In the past few days, Zhu Biao also heard reports from the soldiers guarding the city that several homing pigeons were flying towards the town. However, they were stopped halfway by the kites flying from the Zhou army!
As the sky darkened, the sound of fighting in the village had stopped. Zhu Biao came down from the city tower. Qu Wutong stood on the top of the city, looking at Zhu Biao's leaving back, and then turned to look at the Zhou army camp in front of the town.
The lights in Zhou Camp not far away were brightly lit, as bright as day. Loud cheers could be heard faintly coming from it...
