Good, what a loyal minister who serves the country with great devotion, but it is a pity that the scholar joined the war and ruined the country and the army! Yuan Tian looked at Han Zhong and said no more. He drew the sword from his waist and sent an order to the generals: "Order the whole army.
, get ready to shoot arrows!”
The Mo army was just about to release arrows, but the arrow array of the Huwei army had already shot over. The predecessor of the Huwei army was the New Army, and most of the soldiers were from Ning. But now it is no longer the cannon fodder army, but
It is a regular central army that is well-trained and has superior combat effectiveness.
Ning Ren was already good at shooting, and after such a long period of training, his archery skills improved by leaps and bounds. During the march, the soldiers with the odd number in the ranking were the first to release the arrows. After shooting the arrows, they immediately stopped and re-twisted the bows.
At the same time, the even-numbered soldiers fired arrows, and the odd and even numbers advanced alternately and fired arrows alternately, so that the entire army camp kept advancing while firing arrows continuously.
There is no one wave of the Huwei Army's arrow array that is particularly strong, nor is any wave that is particularly weak. It is always very stable, and comes one after another, continuously, without giving the enemy any chance to breathe.
Under the arrow array of the Huwei Army, the Mo army suffered heavy casualties from the beginning. In the camp attacked by the arrow array, people were shot to the ground in groups. Many of the fallen people were only injured by stray arrows, but they did not wait.
After getting up from the ground, he was covered by the array of arrows that followed.
Suddenly, screams and wailings broke out in the front camp of the Huwei Army, which merged with the sound of arrows piercing armor and turned into a song of death.
Han Zhong, who was in charge of the Central Army, had never seen such a scene in his life, and his face was frighteningly pale. The Huwei Army's arrow array had tens of thousands of arrows in each round. Looking up, the dark side looked as if it was covered by dark clouds.
, when it fell, it was as dense as locusts, and wherever it passed, people and horses turned into hedgehogs.
In Han Zhong's eyes, such an arrow formation was simply beyond human power. He shouted at Yuan Tian beside him: "Fire back with arrows! Why don't you fire back with arrows?"
Yuan Tian smiled bitterly. The distance between the two sides is now a hundred steps. The Feng Army's arrows can reach a hundred steps, but our own soldiers can't shoot that far at all. Shooting arrows now is a waste of our few arrows.
Arrow. He shook his head and said, "Master Han, wait a moment."
"Wait?" Han Zhong's eyes widened and he asked angrily: "How long do we have to wait? Do you have to wait until all the soldiers in the front army are dead before you order the arrows to be fired? Come on!"
"What are your orders, sir?" The ordering soldier hurriedly ran forward and stepped in to salute.
"Pass my general's order, and the entire army will fire arrows to kill the wind thief!"
"yes!"
At this time, Han Zhong no longer paid attention to Yuan Tian, and directly issued an order to command the entire army. Under his order, the Mo army launched a volley of fire.
These Mo soldiers are all local armies, and their training level is much weaker than that of the central army. Many of them are exposed to bows and arrows for the first time. Even if there are soldiers who can shoot arrows, their levels are uneven. They are either inaccurate or weak. Mo Jun's
The arrows fired out by the array were simply ridiculous in the eyes of Feng Jun on the opposite side. Not to mention the sparseness of the arrow array, some shot far and some shot close. Even if some of the arrows hit Feng Jun, they were all powerful.
None, not even a mark was left on Feng Jun's leather armor, and most of the arrows fell into the open space between the two armies.
Such an army is not here to fight, but more like a game. Not only did the Mo army's counterattack not cause any blow or threat to the Feng army, but it made the Feng army more confident and more powerful. Every time the entire army pushed
Further, the soldiers all shouted in unison: "Wind, wind, wind!"
Soon, the distance between the two sides changed from a hundred steps to fifty steps. It was only then that Mo Jun's arrows really posed a threat to Feng Jun, but Feng Jun's arrow array caused more damage to Mo Jun, piece by piece.
The soldiers of the Mo army were overwhelmed by the rain of arrows. What was even worse was that the Huwei army also took out the broken crossbows hidden in the army and started shooting fiercely at the Mo army camp.
Under the impact of the crossbow bolts from the broken crossbows, the heavy shield bearers standing at the front of the Mo army camp holding down their positions could not resist at all. Once hit by the crossbow arrows, they would often fly backwards with their shields, and their muscles and bones would be broken.
When the distance between the two sides was only ten steps, the generals of the Feng Army gave orders one after another, and the entire army drew back their bows and charged forward at full speed.
The mighty tiger army that was slowly advancing while releasing arrow formations instantly turned into ferocious tigers descending the mountain. The death squads of each regiment rushed at the front, followed closely by the heavy shield bearers, and behind them were the main soldiers all holding spears.
At a distance of ten steps, it was only a matter of an instant for the lightly-armed death squads to rush in. Amidst a series of roars, the members of the Feng Army's death squads who were running forward rushed into Mo Jun's shield, and some of them were poked out from behind the shield.
The spears were pierced on the spot, and they died miserably under the shields. Some of them avoided the opponent's sharp edge and pressed their shoulders against the opponent's shield. The steel knife in their hands pierced inward along the gap between the shields, and then stabbed.
With a muffled sound of thumping, blood arrows spurted out from the gaps in the shield. The death squads of the Huwei Army were like killing the red-eyed demon. After stabbing the heavy shield hand behind the shield to death, they did not wait for the opponent's body to fall to the ground.
Holding the knife in their mouths, they used their hands and feet to crawl to the top of the crowd along the shield. Then they pulled out the steel knife they held in their mouths and slashed wildly downwards. While they were slashing the enemy, their own bodies were also struck by Mo Jun's weapons from time to time.
Stabbed and pushed apart, some of the death squad members had their stomachs slashed, their intestines, and blood flowing all over Mo Jun's face and body, but he was still waving the sword in his hand, roaring and howling, and slashing at Mo Jun's head.
The Huwei Army's suicide squad, which is almost like a lunatic, was also forced to commit suicide. In Feng Jun's dictionary, there is no word "stop" once the charge starts. If the death squad cannot withstand it, then there is no need for the enemy to kill them.
The main battle formation of the wind army would have to pierce them and trample them to pieces.
Therefore, for the death squads, they can only move forward, not retreat, and either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy. From a certain perspective, the strong combat effectiveness of a legion is also unleashed.
The main force of the Huwei Army has not yet come up, and the attack of the death squads alone has thrown the Mo army's front army into chaos. Many of Mo's soldiers are still far away from the death squads of the Huwei army, but looking at them, they are covered in blood and their internal organs are
Soldier Feng, who was almost out of his body but still fighting frantically, was so frightened that his legs trembled, his hands holding weapons trembled, and he involuntarily stepped back.
Disrupting the enemy's formation is the only meaning of the suicide squad's suicidal charge. Taking advantage of the chaos in the Mo army camp, someone in the Huwei army suddenly shouted: "Kill--" Immediately afterwards, the heavy shield bearers moved to the left and right.
At the end of the day, a group of cavalry rushed out from the Feng Army. The leader, a Feng General, dismounted from his maroon horse, covered himself with golden spiritual armor, and held a golden spiritual sword in his hand. This sword is famous for its soaring dragon and flying phoenix. This man
The general of the wind is none other than Nanye, the commander of the mighty tiger army.
Among the commanders of the Feng Army, Nanye's strategy is definitely not the best, but his spiritual martial arts is definitely the strongest. Even if he is placed among the many fierce generals of the Feng Kingdom, his strength will definitely be among the best.
Nan Ye didn't pay attention to the Mo Jun in front of him at all. Not only did he rush out at the lead, but he also didn't hide his attributes. He told Mo Jun with a golden spiritual armor that his attribute was gold. Who has the courage?
Just come out and fight him.
Nanye rushed into the enemy formation and used his metallic spiritual martial arts skill, Spiritual Illusion and Destruction! As the golden light suddenly appeared, the spiritual sword in his hand shot out golden spiritual thorns, which hit Mo Jun.
Directly pierced his body, and then continued to penetrate the second person and the third person...
The soldiers who stood in front of his horse were killed and cried for their fathers and mothers, and fled backwards like a tide. General Mo came up and wanted to hold him back, but under Nanye's flying dragon and phoenix sword, General Mo came up.
One person died tragically, a pair came up, and a pair fell off their horses. The fierce battle lasted not long. Mo Jiang, who had been killed by Nanye, took the lead in fleeing downwards. The cavalry who followed Nanye and fought out were also unambiguous. Although the number was not large, they were tightly packed.
Following Nan Ye, he picked up the weapon in his hand and chopped down the Mo Jun who were still resisting on the left and right.
This is a contest with a huge disparity in strength between the two sides. Mozambique has more soldiers and Huwei has fewer soldiers. However, the combat power of the two sides is not at the same level. The gap is so large that it can no longer be made up by more people.
As soon as the two sides started fighting, the front army was defeated by the Feng army. Han Zhong was also dumbfounded. He sat on the horse, breathing heavily, and big beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks.
, he was far away from the center of the battle between the two sides, but looking at his appearance at this time, it seemed that he was also fighting desperately on the battlefield.
Sure enough! Yuan Tian lamented in his heart. Before the battle, he had expected that such a situation would happen, but he didn't expect that the Feng Army's battle would be so fierce and violent, and his own side's defeat would be so complete. He clenched his fist hard and said to
Han Zhong cupped his hands and said: "Master Han, the Feng army is so fierce that our army is invincible!"
Han Zhong, who was stunned and stunned, finally came to his senses. He swallowed hard, turned his head with a stiff neck, and stammered: "Then...then, what will our army do now?"
"
"Withdraw!" Yuan Tian said weakly.
"Evacuate? Where to retreat?" Han Zhong was stunned for a moment, nodded repeatedly, and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes! We have to retreat! Evacuate to Zheng'an City!"
"Master Han, we can't go back to Zheng'an now." Yuan Tian reminded.
If the two sides had never fought, the Mo army could still rely on Zheng'an's city defense to resist the Feng army. But now, the Mo army has been frightened by the Feng army and has no fighting spirit. Even if it withdraws to Zheng'an, it has no intention of resisting. There is only a dead end. What's more, the Mo army has no intention of resisting.
, Yuan Tian had already sent people to escort the people of Zheng'an away. Now there is only an empty city left in Zheng'an, with no food and grass. To retreat to the city is to seek death.
"No...if we don't withdraw to Zheng'an, then...where can we withdraw? We can't withdraw to the south, right?" Han Zhong looked at Yuan Tian longingly. To withdraw to the south would be to lead the Feng army into the hinterland of Mo country.