Since ancient times, night fighting has been the most difficult.
In the dark sky, no one can control the entire battle situation. Even if there are thousands of troops and horses, in the eyes of the soldiers, only the situation in front of them is the life and death in front of them. Therefore, every army is divided.
,Everyone is emotionally isolated.
The strength of soldiers is inseparable from the strength of the army. Without the support of the army, many soldiers are no more tenacious than ordinary people. In ancient times, when the army roared for no reason, the whole army would collapse, let alone a large army fighting at night?
When soldiers reach their psychological and physical limits, when a small group of troops loses their determination to persevere, they will collapse at any time. And the collapse of one unit will spread the fear that the enemy is too powerful and difficult to defeat, which will in turn lead to the failure of subsequent units.
All shaken.
Therefore, as the war broke out, Wang Shixian issued orders repeatedly, asking all ministries and camps to raise fires and make sure the lights were brightly lit, not only to illuminate the defense line around the camp, but also to illuminate himself, telling every soldier that our camp of tens of thousands of people
Very stable! Commander Wang is personally taking command!
However, bright lights also have disadvantages.
With the dense lights, soldiers can see the movements of almost every battlefield.
They saw the Mongolian army like a rising tide in the night, gradually approaching and impacting dikes everywhere; they saw countless torches entwining, crossing, extinguishing and lighting up; they saw several fortifications.
The fences on the wall and the watchtowers were set on fire by torches thrown by the Mongols. The flames rising into the sky did not make the situation between the enemy and ourselves clear, but instead caused confusion in people's hearts.
The Mongolian offensive was too fierce. At this time, victory or defeat depended on a thread, and reinforcements had to be sent immediately. However... there were not many troops that could be sent out. Wang Shixian paced back and forth on the pier, looking at his side one by one.
’s general.
And while he was pondering, the sounds of fighting broke out in the northwest corner of the camp, which was originally quiet.
The money is not spent and he ordered in a deep voice.
Nearly a hundred war slaves climbed up the high slope while drawing their bows and firing back. The bow strings collapsed and made a loud noise, and the arrows flew out and disappeared into the night.
The war slaves took three to five steps and fired one round, then took another three to five steps and fired one round. They kept flicking the arrows in their hands. Although they could not see the trajectory of the arrows, they could hear the arrow shafts moving.
There is a unique buzzing sound bouncing in the air, and then there is the crackling sound of arrows hitting the rocks, the clanking sound of hitting the armor, or the muffled sound of piercing the human body.
Most of these war slaves were good soldiers selected from the captives. Since Genghis Khan went south, he fought with the Jin army in series of battles, attacked countless cities and plundered countless lands, and captured many prisoners, most of whom were killed, but some
Thousands or hundreds of households with relatively few people would select those who were good at fighting among the prisoners and make them war slaves, and order them to rush to the front.
As the centurion's personal slave, he became the leader of the war slaves without spending money. To be honest, with the high mortality rate of these war slaves, I don't know if I was promoted or forced without spending money.
Go and die.
At this time, just as several rounds of bows and arrows were fired, another roar was heard from above, and dozens of hand axes and daggers were thrown down from high places.
Among the war slaves, there was a little leader. He always envied Qian Buhua's special status of being around the Mongolians, and even more envied his Mongolian name, so he always followed Qian Buhua and served him diligently.
At this time, he was approaching his face, about to ask for instructions to attack, when an ax passed by the tip of Qian Buhua's nose and hit the little leader's face. The huge impact split his forehead, bridge of nose and upper jaw.
, only the tongue was still twitching intact, and all the blood splashed onto Qian Buhua's face.
Qian Buhua casually raised the corpse as a cover, straightened his body slightly and looked around, only to see that many of the war slaves were dead.
After all, if you attack from your back, you will always suffer some losses. But that doesn't matter. War slaves are not human beings at all and have no value. Even if they are all dead, as long as you take a group of prisoners and spare their lives, you can replenish them immediately.
, continue to jump on the battlefield alive and kicking.
Behind him, the roars of Centurion Naminfu were heard one after another, and the horn sound representing the charge became more and more urgent.
Qian Buhua led the war slaves forward, their pace quickened, and everyone roared subconsciously.
The next moment, they rushed to the top of the slope and collided with the defenders.
The battlefield is restricted by the continuous rocks and is not very open, so the crowd can only be crowded together.
Both sides immediately noticed that the spearmen on both sides first lowered the tips of their spears slightly to the right so that they could bounce up quickly and stab the enemy's upper body.
In the Mongolian cavalry, there was little research on infantry sword and gun combat. This posture was habitually used by the infantry of Song, Jin, Xixia and other countries.
So both sides couldn't help but sigh. While sighing, they were tempered to nerves like steel, and they were assured that they would not reduce their murderous intent.
When the distance between the two sides came within five steps, the spearmen launched fierce thrusts at each other at the same time, while the swordsmen and shieldmen squatted down, preparing for a surprise attack.
Wen Qian, who was wearing Zha armor, became the focus of several enemies.
At the moment when the two armies were fighting, a spearman stabbed at Wen Qian, while the other swordsman and shieldman rubbed his body from the side and slashed with his sword.
Wen Qian swung his spear horizontally to deflect the thrust, and then fired back with a shot. The spearman on the opposite side quickly retreated, but the blade still passed over his arm, bringing out a wisp of blood. Wen Qian's followers rushed in time.
He arrived, holding a shield to cover the flanks. The two shields collided with each other, and the two sides slashed at each other several times, making clanging noises.
When Wen Qian was about to pursue him, the spearman swung his spear horizontally, and with the sound of wind, forced Wen Qian back to his original position.
It's so familiar. Under the firelight, the two sides' responses were like sparring in a school field, and the main soldiers and subordinates on both sides cooperated in the same way.
The spearman just didn't spend his money.
Seeing Wen Qian's fierceness, he praised with a cold face: "What a skill!"
"Where? Why did you vote for Heita?" Wen Qian asked with a sneer.
"Daxia, Zhuo Lu and Nanjian Military Division." Qian Buhua answered half a sentence and said no more.
Wen Qian nodded: "No wonder... I was a Mongolian herder slave in my early years, and later I escaped to Gongchang Mansion."
They were really neighbors. Maybe the two families had fought in Lanzhou and Hezhou in the early years.
The two sides exchanged answers back and forth, but they were still at odds with each other.
This kind of confrontation was very energy-consuming. In a short period of time, Wen Qian felt that his breathing was heavy and sweat was pouring on his forehead. On the entire front with him as the center, some soldiers could not help but take the initiative to attack. Hundreds of long and short weapons were used with all their strength.
Waving, screaming and cutting, the sound of piercing the human body is getting denser and louder.
The originally relatively flat battle line was distorted and twists and turns by the advancement and retreat of the soldiers. In the blink of an eye, it was cut into five or six sections by the terrain, and then turned into a dozen small unrelated battlefields.
Wen Qian and Qian Buhua stared at each other, not paying attention to the surrounding situation.
Both of them are veterans of the battlefield, and they know very well that at this time, if they are distracted, they will die.
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There have been too many distractions these past two days, so I’ll keep this chapter short... Dear readers, please bear with me...
