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After Xie Jun dispatched all the soldiers from the North Gate Camp, he ordered his own soldiers to enter the city quickly, mobilized the Zhou army in the city to immediately leave the city to meet the enemy. At the same time, he ordered that Dongfang Liang, the chief general of the South Gate Camp, immediately led his troops to come for reinforcements.
.Order the East Gate Camp and the West Gate Camp to leave 10,000 troops to guard the camps, and the rest of the troops will rush to the North Gate Camp to join the battle.
After issuing a series of orders, Xie Jun discovered that there were only more than a hundred soldiers left around him. All the soldiers in the entire Beimen Camp were already marching towards the two Han soldiers without fear of death.
The phalanx killed them. The sun in July always rises very early. At four o'clock in the morning, the east has already turned white. It didn't take a stick of incense, but the red sun was slightly brighter.
It shyly emerged from the horizon. However, when the sun opened its eyes, the first thing it saw was a scene of killing that was as bright red as it.
The distance of 500 meters was too close. The Han army's continuous fire ballistas only had time to fire one round before they had to withdraw. Then a large number of archers stepped forward. They took off their quivers and placed them neatly.
on the land beside you so that you can draw out the wolf fang arrow in the quiver in the shortest possible time.
With the impact of the trebuchet, all the war horses in the North Gate camp were frightened and flew away. Some accidentally fell into the moat and became the rations of the dragons. Some were dropped from the sky.
The gunpowder packs exploded to pieces, and pieces of flesh and blood filled the sky. Tens of thousands of Zhou army infantry began to launch a frantic counterattack against the Han army. Their khaki uniforms were already dirty, and their eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair.
But they all bit their lips tightly, clenched the weapons in their hands, shouted and howled, and rushed towards the enemy.
The big Zhou-character battle flag fluttered in the morning breeze. The soldier carrying the big flag seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. Although he had no weapons in his hands, he still moved forward indomitably.
After a salvo, the continuous fire ballista made its last contribution to the outcome of the battle today. Thousands of crossbow arrows shot out, and the shining sparks drew beautiful and dazzling trajectories in the mid-air. Like countless arrows from
Bloodthirsty bats rushed out of the cave, and those firebolts bitten the bodies of the Zhou soldiers.
Poof, a crossbow arrow accurately pierced the eye of a Zhou army soldier. The huge force knocked the soldier's head back. He only had time to scream and fell on his back. The crossbow arrow was sharp.
The tip of the arrow emerged from the back of his head, bringing out a stream of blood. The moment he fell to the ground, the soul of the Zhou army soldier left his body, perhaps flying to heaven, or perhaps flying to hell.
He had just fallen, and the soldiers rushing behind him were immediately nailed to death by four or five crossbow arrows because they lost their barrier. His body was hit by the force of the crossbow arrows and he took several steps back, but he had no strength.
He stood firm and fell down. After his chest hit the ground, the crossbow arrow inserted in his chest was pressed by the weight of his body and pierced his back. The bloody arrow tip cut the leather armor.
Then the blood was released from the body.
A Zhou army soldier's throat was pierced by a crossbow arrow. He wanted to roar, but something was blocked in his throat. He could only make a few short and unclear ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
His hands wanted to pull out the thing that was blocking his throat and making it impossible to breathe. Finally, when he touched the crossbow arrow on his throat, although his throat was still stuck, he still felt a breath of clear air.
Entering the body. His hands trembled and he died with a satisfied expression on his face.
The soldiers of the Zhou army who rushed at the front fell down in pieces as if they were shot by machine guns. Some of them were shot through the thighs by crossbow arrows. The crossbow arrows stuck in their thighs made him scream in pain, but he did not.
He did not dare to pull out the arrow. Because he knew that once the crossbow arrow inserted in the blood vessel was separated from his body, it would not be long before he died of bleeding. He lay on the ground and moved as much as possible.
The body avoids the footsteps of the people behind it, struggling to find a chance to live in the cracks of death.
After losing more than a thousand men, the Zhou army at the North Gate Camp finally crossed the 200-step threshold set by the God of Death. However, they were greeted by thousands of soldiers with wolf-fang arrows on their bows.
The Han army's archers. Following the commander's order, there was a buzzing sound, and thousands of wolf-fang arrows roared out.
When more than 10,000 Zhou soldiers crossed the 50-meter death line, more than 1,500 people had been lost. The Han army's archers began to retreat into the square formation in an orderly manner, and were replaced by groups of hand-held archers.
Infantrymen with three-meter-long rifles. These rifles have sharp blades up to three feet long, which can easily cut through human muscles and then pierce people. The rifles are different from horse rifles, although they are shorter in length.
They have an advantage, but they do not have the good elasticity of horse spears. Therefore, infantry cannot use the strength of horses to pierce the enemy and then fly away like cavalry. The hard spears in their hands do not have such good performance.
However, it is still a murderous weapon.
The soldiers of the Zhou army, holding shields in one hand and holding sharp swords in the other, shouted and rushed over. Like a rushing torrent, they slammed into the embankment formed by the Han army without any fancy!
The blood is like spray. The torrent hitting the dam immediately stirs up the spray. The rolling spray is red and shocking.
A seventeen-year-old Han soldier held his rifle firmly. He pressed the rod of the rifle firmly on the ground, with the edge of the rifle raised slightly. His breathing was heavy, and his chest was shaking violently.
He was rising and falling. Before he could suppress his nervousness, the first Zhou Army soldier rushed over brandishing a horizontal sword. This Han Army young man clearly remembered the killing skills that the generals taught him during their usual training.
Although he was nervous, he did not hesitate. His movements were not big, he just slightly adjusted the angle and position of the buoy, and then the fierce Zhou army soldier seemed to have bumped into him, pushing his chest hard
On the shining metallic light.
puff!
The sharp sharp edge easily pierced the Zhou soldier's leather armor, and then easily pierced his chest. The sharp edge emerged from his back, but due to inertia, his body still moved forward.
Moving forward, he rushed forward three more steps. His body was stuck halfway on the pole and could no longer move forward. The pierced heart was wrapped around the cold pole, and blood flowed down the pole. Soon,
It soaked the Han army boy's hands, making them all slippery.
Before the Han army boy had time to kick out the corpse of the Zhou army soldier, the second Zhou army soldier had already rushed over. He could only grit his teeth and raise the body again with the corpse. Soon, the third Zhou army soldier rushed over.
The two corpses were also hung on the poles, hugging the body of the first Zhou army soldier tightly from behind. The Han army boy struggled to move the poles, which were many times heavier, and aimed at the third one heading towards him.
The corpses of the Zhou soldiers who were killed were hanging on the poles, swaying.
Finally, the Han army boy could no longer hold the increasingly heavy rifle. He decisively threw away the rifle, and then used the fastest speed to pick up the sword and shield that the dead Zhou soldiers had dropped on the ground.
.The skills on how to kill people flashed through his mind as fast as a movie. His hand holding the knife was tightly clenched, maybe because he was too hard, maybe because he was afraid, or maybe he was almost exhausted.
Out of strength, his hands began to tremble.
A Zhou army soldier jumped up and slashed his head with a sharp knife. The Han army boy kept talking about the actions he should make, and then followed his words, and his body moved accordingly. "
Bend down, raise the shield." He said, then he bent down, raised the shield, and forcefully withstood the knife that fell from above. "Swing the knife, and stab straight." He said, and then he struggled to hold the knife.
The horizontal knife thrust forward, and soon, the resistance from his hand told him that his knife had cut open the enemy's lower abdomen.
"Rotate, draw the knife," he said, and then he suddenly twisted the hand holding the knife, causing the knife to rotate half a circle in the opponent's abdomen, and then quickly pulled the knife out. "Stand sideways, shield."
, he said, and then he turned sideways and placed the shield across his chest, just blocking a sweeping sword. The huge force shook him back two steps, but soon, his feet stabilized.
"Backhand knife, diagonally upward from bottom!" He said, and then the horizontal knife in his hand cut open the chest and belly of the Zhou soldier. The chest and abdomen of the Zhou soldier were like a torn lunch box.
Red and black vegetables and soup kept coming out of it. Of course it was not vegetable soup, but bloody internal organs.
When he killed the sixth enemy, his hand holding the knife was trembling more and more. There were gaps in the horizontal knife and it was no longer sharp, and the shield had been shattered by three consecutive heavy blows. He was left and right.
After looking at it, he found that among the three rows of Han troops in the front, he seemed to be the only one alive now. Taking a deep breath, he told himself that he must calm down, otherwise he would die faster. However, he had lost all his strength.
My hand could barely hold the knife.
The seventh Zhou army soldier rushed towards him. This man used a heavy mace. He held the knife across his chest, blocking the whirring wind that knocked the mace on his chest. But
The huge force knocked his horizontal knife away, and he suddenly fell to the ground. He wanted to stand up, but his broken hands had no strength to support him. He raised his head and looked at the heavy knife.
The mace was raised high, and then he hit his head hard.
He closed his eyes and told himself that I had killed enough.
Poof! A stream of blood spurted out and splashed on his face, and he even heard the sound of his skull breaking. But he suddenly realized that he was not dead. Because he could feel that his consciousness was still clear. He
Opening his eyes suddenly, he saw a big man covered in heavy armor, wielding a heavy and sharp Mo Dao, splitting the mace-wielding Zhou Jun into two pieces from top to bottom!
The heavily armored man suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Push the Zhou army back and kill them all!"
Later, the Han army boy saw hundreds of infantrymen wearing heavy armor, holding the same Mo Dao, like a group of tigers descending from the mountain, tearing apart and killing anyone who stood in front of them!
General Zhao Ba, with 300 heavy armors, the torrent flows in reverse direction, killing one person in one step. (To be continued)
