"You rats!! I don't know what trick I used to let you and other mediocre people take over this city. You ran fast enough today! But I am not in a hurry! Wait until my army comes out!"
I want you to know what it means to be a turtle in a urn...!!!" Chahacan took the lead, shouting and cursing, and slowly approaching while beating his horse.
The three thousand cavalrymen behind seemed to have been familiar with the process of scolding the formation for a long time. They followed neatly behind the general. When Zha Can was talking, they all raised their sabers, knocked on the saddles, and cursed in unison: "Rat!
Rats! Rats!”
Stop after three sounds, all in one order.
At first glance, he looks like a veteran of scolding.
But Yan Bing in the city didn't even listen to what he was saying. He just stretched out a thumb and silently compared the opponent's height to measure the distance.
Four hundred meters…….
Three hundred and fifty meters…….
Three hundred meters………… is not enough!! Get closer!!!
"Now that you can't shrink away, are you almost scared out of your wits by us!?? Hahahaha! Look at you panicking and running for your lives!! I actually admire the hundreds of warriors who rushed over in the middle, and they are still quite men...
..., it's a pity..." Chahacan sneered at the city wall, turned around and reached behind the saddle with his hand, grabbed something, and slowly raised it in front of him.
"It's a pity!! There is no courage but no strategy!!!!" Following Chahachan's words, several sharp-eyed soldiers gradually saw clearly what he was holding and shouted loudly: "It's a human head!!"
But because the distance was still too far, none of them could see whose head it was.
But at this time, Yan Bing's back molars were already bleeding...
Even though she couldn't see clearly... she knew... whose head it was...
The four hundred warriors who came back with her... naturally guessed that what this barbarian was holding must be the heads of the brothers from Zhoushan Camp! But in order to stabilize the morale of the army, they could only bite their teeth and swallow it.
, no one said it...
Two hundred and fifty meters...,
Two hundred meters…….
Yan Bing clenched his teeth and counted silently, but his face was already covered with tears...
"I'm afraid you can't see clearly!?? It doesn't matter! You don't dare to come out!! I'll come closer!! Let you see clearly!!! Hahahahahahaha!!!" Chaha Can is still extremely arrogant.
Holding the head, slowly move forward...
But the cavalry behind him still knocked the saddle three times uniformly and shouted "Coward!" three times.
"Rat", "coward", all kinds of disgusting words, took turns attacking the nerves of every soldier on the city wall. Some were so angry that they were shaking all over, and some complained, why didn't they attack!
Morale seems to be a little low.
This is the main function of the ancient scolding array, to stimulate the other party to make wrong judgments.
If not, we must also demoralize the opponent!
One hundred and seventy-five...,
One hundred and six...,
One hundred and fifty!!!
Although the opponent stopped advancing half a minute at a distance of about 150 meters, it can be said that they are experienced, but it is a pity that they chose the wrong opponent...
Because of this distance, for a compound crossbow!! Although it is not the best accurate shooting distance!
But for the killing distance, it is enough!!
Yan Bing was the first to raise a divine crossbow and aim at Chaha Can, who was leading the way! He shouted in a long voice: "Shoot——!!!"
Then he triggered the crossbow machine, and the crossbow arrows shot out instantly!
More than a thousand soldiers received the order and almost simultaneously deactivated their crossbows. More than 1,400 armor-piercing arrows rained down directly on the enemy troops under the city wall like a rain of locusts, but the opponent's reaction was...
…,no response….
Because in their opinion, the other party is just angry and angry. At such a distance, bows and arrows cannot shoot at all! Even if one or two accidentally hit them, they will be easily blocked by their cotton armor without any damage.
But they... are obviously wrong...
At this time, Chahacan, just like Yan Bing back then, made the mistake of being arrogant and ignorant!!
And on the battlefield!! Such mistakes have only one ending!!!
It's death!!!!
After Yan Bing fired the crossbow arrow, he immediately bent down to load it, and shouted loudly along with the movement, "Keep firing!! Armor-piercing arrows————!!!" Before he could finish his words, more than fourteen hundred shots were fired.
The crossbow arrow was fired.
But at this moment, the first wave of crossbows they had just fired had already spread all over the place, killing everyone!!!
However, the commander-in-chief Chaha Can did not immediately issue a retreat order.
It's not because he was scared out of his mind.
It was because he and his lieutenants were transformed into hedgehogs under the first wave of arrows!!!
The three thousand cavalry below fell into a large area after the first round of shooting. They are still waiting for the general's order. The second wave of arrows has arrived!!
Another big dump!!
When the third round was finally fired on the city wall, the heavy armored cavalry with less than a thousand men underneath, led by a school lieutenant, turned their horses' heads and fled quickly.
"Tapered arrow——!!!! Thirty steps forward——!!!! Shoot——!!!!" Yan Bing shouted the command while loading and changing arrows based on his prediction,
Four seconds later, more than a thousand crossbow arrows fired together again!!!
"Tapered arrow——!!! Fifty steps in front of the horse——!!! Shoot——!!!"
"Tapered arrow——!!! A hundred steps forward——!!! Shoot——!!!"
The soldiers on the city wall, according to Yan Bing's instructions, previewed, activated, loaded, previewed, activated...
Under the leadership of Yan Bing, it is like a ruthless steel army, orderly and orderly...
"Stop————!!!!!!" Yan Bing dragged out a long sound after shooting the sixth crossbow arrow, and stopped the soldiers' unnecessary shooting.
Because the opponent has already reached a distance of four to five hundred meters, if he wants to hit again, the probability is basically lower than four decimal places.
"Open the city gate!!! Yushui Camp!! Kaige Camp!! Clean the battlefield!!! Others!!! Stay alert!!!" Yan Bing shouted towards the city wall.
Although Yan Bing's volume had already been astonishingly loud through the deployment of Qi Hai, the messengers still habitually repeated the Fu Guohou's instructions loudly.
After repelling the enemy, Wu Qidao finally had time to approach Yan Bing and asked anxiously: "Marquis of Fu! Whose head did that barbarian lift just now? How many brothers have we killed!??
Who is it!??" His voice became more and more trembling and rapid as he spoke.
"Zhoushan Camp... is all gone..." Yan Bing lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and said slowly.
"Ah!!?? That boy Zhou Zhihai...!!??" Wu Qidao's whole heart was trembling. Zhou Zhihai was promoted by him from a small soldier. He has been with him for more than ten years. He is not so much a brother.
, more like half of his son...
Wu Qidao waited for a long time, but did not get a reply from the Marquis of Fuguo...
And no reply... is often just a reply.
Wu Qidao froze on the spot for a while, then suddenly increased his speed, ran past Yan Bing, and rushed out of the city gate first, bending his waist and lowering his head, seeming to be looking for something on the battlefield...
When Yan Bing walked outside the city gate, he saw Wu Qidao kneeling in the bloody mud of corpses, holding a human head and crying...
I cried so hard that my heart was broken and my heart was broken...
The soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield all around stopped and stood silently wiping their tears...
When Yan Bing saw this scene, he felt as if a long thorn had been stabbed in his heart, and he suddenly felt pain!!
It was just as she expected...
This head... belongs to Zhou Zhihai, one of the hundred households in the Zhoushan camp...
And under this indiscriminate rain of arrows, his head was also affected, and he was hit by several arrows...
Wu Qidao cried for a while, then slowly raised Zhou Zhihai's head and placed it in front of his eyes. While wiping the mud and blood on Zhou Zhihai's face with his hands, he said tremblingly: "You kid..., you're so fucking slapping me.
My butt is gone... I'm still waiting for you to send me off... but you..." Halfway through, he started crying again.
Yan Bing walked up silently, patted Wu Qidao's shoulder gently, said softly: "My condolences...", then turned around and went back...
She left in a hurry because as the commander, she must not let the soldiers see her tears...
She had to return to her handsome tent before she could cry loudly, crying for this warrior, crying for those soldiers who sacrificed for her, crying this time would make her remember the painful lesson for a lifetime...
"Don't worry... soon... I will pull the heads of tens of thousands of Beizhen soldiers to see you off!!!"
Yan Bing muttered to himself, started running, and rushed into his handsome tent...
