Of course it's great to annex miscellaneous brands, but when it's your turn to go into battle, it's not so great. But Qiu Liju still has a way. The Wuhuan people are not monolithic, and there are differences between the tribes. Of course he doesn't
He will let his core members go into battle first, and other people's children will always die, right?
Besides, the Han army on the mountain has been shooting for so long, so they can no longer shoot, right? Qiu Liju glanced up the mountain and saw the Han army's sharpshooter still standing on the big rock, feeling in his heart
He was unsure again. If there was one such guy, wouldn't there be a second one... Bah, he spat on the ground and thought to himself: One is enough, how about a few more?
Alive?
It took the Wuhuan people more than half an hour to form a team, and they sent out several loose infantry phalanxes, with about a thousand people in each formation. Seeing the sloping appearance of his own soldiers, Qiu Liju's face darkened, he couldn't help but
Patiently, he said to Zuo Danghu, who came to ask for instructions: "What are you waiting for? Come on!"
Zuo Danghu was established by the Wuhuan people in imitation of the Xiongnu system. He was one of the most powerful people under the Great Chanyu. He originally wanted to show his loyalty to Qiu Liju, but unexpectedly he encountered a soft nail.
, had no choice but to turn around and go to the front of the formation to supervise the battle.
When he arrived at the front, his expression immediately became fierce, and he whipped a few soldiers with a whip. Zuo Dadanghu didn't waste any time, waved his hand and shouted: "Go!"
The first wave of Wuhuan people immediately started moving and walked slowly towards the west. Although these Wuhuan people were not suitable for the core tribe, their equipment was much better than that of Zahu. They were no longer used by soldiers.
They were equipped with wooden sticks and bone arrows, and the elites of each department also had some stained iron armor, and their morale seemed much better than that of the bastards.
At the top of the mountain, Tian Yu looked at the Hu soldiers who rushed up again, and his heart calmed down a lot. When he first saw the darkness at the bottom of the mountain, he was still a little worried. With so many people, even if it were ten for him, it would be
The whole army was wiped out. But with the blow of the stick just now, the weakness of the Hu people was fully exposed.
He looked up at the sun that was about to move above his head, and thought to himself: The traitors can only launch two more attacks today, and they can consider counterattack later. Thinking of this, he took another look at the people standing in front of the formation.
Chen Cheng became more confident.
The Wuhuan people's attack was much more organized than that of the Zahu people. The soldiers holding shields stood side by side and slowly retreated up the mountain. They did not move very fast, and they were obviously very patient. The Han army on the mountain
The archers tried shooting for two rounds, but nothing happened, so they gave up on this useless effort and replaced their arrows with bows, preparing to shoot two rounds at close range and then retreat.
Chen Cheng raised his strong bow and shot an arrow. Eighty steps away, the arrow shot through the gap between two shields and penetrated into the chest of a Wuhuan man. The man screamed and fell to the ground.
Seeing that he was shot through the chest, his companions behind him showed no sympathy and cut his neck with a knife.
Due to the harsh living environment, the Hu people developed the custom of valuing the young and the strong over the old and the weak. They were respectful to the strong and showed no mercy to the weak. Since the person could no longer be saved, they might as well chop him to death. In their case
It seems that this is a relief.
A companion was shot down, and the other Wuhuan people got closer. Chen Cheng fired his bow again, but found that there was no target to shoot in the field of vision. Of course, he could shoot the enemy's exposed arms, toes, etc., but that was not him
The style. He searched for a while, then fired again, and another Wuhuan man fell to the ground.
After he shot more than a dozen people in a row, the Wuhuan people became a little angry. Several elite shooters ran forward a few steps, caught up with the infantry in the front row, and shot at Chen Cheng. Zhang Ju had defeated several of them before.
The counties received a large amount of weapons and armor, and the Wuhuan people also received a lot. More than a month ago, Gongsun Zan defeated Liaoxi and lost a large number of weapons, so the Wuhuan people were not short of bows, arrows, swords and guns.
These archers all used the best bows in the Han army, and their arrowheads were also made of fine iron. When combined together, they could exert amazing power. However, the bows and arrows used by Chen Cheng would only be better than those of the enemy opposite.
He shot arrow after arrow, and one man could match a team of elite archers.
He stood on a high place and was hit by several arrows, but they were not painful or itchy. He opened his bow and took aim, and the arrows whizzed out.
A Wuhuan archer was shooting arrows crazily, but his head suddenly shook. He was hit by an arrow in the face and couldn't even scream. He fell to the ground and died. Seeing such terrifying shooting skills, the others couldn't help but feel frightened and ran around to find cover.
Things are gone.
However, before they broke up, a eagle shooter who had been hiding for a long time suddenly jumped out and shot an arrow at Chen Cheng from a distance of fifty steps. He used a five-stone iron bow, which was very powerful.
, the arrow went quickly and urgently, heading straight for Chen Cheng's left eye. Although Chen Cheng knew that even if his eye was shot blind, it wouldn't hurt and it would take him a few days to recover, but he still had human instincts.
Seeing the arrow hitting his face, he couldn't help but pick up the strong bow in his hand and draw it.
The sharp arrow cut the bow string and hit the bow body again, making a "click" sound. Chen Cheng moved his hands lightly and jumped off the stone. When he looked again, a crack had appeared on the bow body. Turn on the system and name
It also changed from "the strong bow of the Han army" to "the damaged strong bow of the Han army".
Chen Cheng was upset and threw the damaged bow to the ground. He snatched the good bow from Wei Ran and said, "Give me another bag of arrows!"
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then took the quiver from the other soldiers and lowered it. Chen Cheng stretched out his hand to take it and said: "There will be white soldiers soon. You retreat to the back."
After that, he poked his head out from behind the stone, wanting to observe the enemy's situation. But as soon as he poked his head out, he was hit by an arrow on his helmet. "Dang", after the crisp sound, Chen Cheng wisely retreated behind the stone.
Where he couldn't see it, the arrow hit the shield, making a dull sound.
On the top of the mountain, the sound of the horn sounded. Amidst the long sound of the horn, the Han crossbowmen fired the last round of volleys and began to retreat back, while the archers continued to scatter freely. Chen Cheng waited for three seconds and suddenly sprang out from behind the stone.
, the good bow in hand has been stretched to its fullest.
However, he quickly took a look at the situation in front of him. Hundreds of Wuhuan people were disbanding their formation, each holding a shield and rushing upward crazily. Dozens of Wuhuan archers were throwing arrows upwards from behind.
He didn't see the target he was looking for. Several more arrows came towards him. He tilted his head slightly, and while letting the arrows fly past his ears, he loosened his fingers, and a Wuhuan archer on the opposite side responded.
And fell.
The Han archers also began to retreat, and the sword and shield soldiers rushed forward and fought hand-to-hand with the Wuhuan infantry. Chen Cheng looked around again, but still didn't see the enemy he was looking for. He felt regretful and put away his bow and arrows.
Then, it switched to sword and shield. Ten steps away, the Wuhuan infantry roared and threw throwing weapons such as throwing axes and stones. The Han soldiers here also threw javelins.
Densely packed throwing weapons passed through the air, and some even collided with each other, making a "crackling" sound. Both sides threw a round each, and some people were thrown down. Then, the soldiers from both sides collided fiercely.
The average height of Han soldiers is seven feet, which is a head taller than that of Hu soldiers. In addition, the armor is better, and they are beaten from top to bottom, which gives them a great advantage in terms of exchange ratio.
At the foot of the mountain, the eagle shooter who had appeared before knelt in front of Qiu Liju's horse and said: "Da Chanyu, I failed to shoot that man to death, please punish me!"
Qiu Liju snorted and said with an unkind expression: "Don't you usually boast that your archery skills are the best in the world? You can't even shoot a Han... two officers and soldiers, so how can you have the nerve to claim to be a Condor Shooter?"
The Condor Shooter raised his head and said, "Please give me another chance. Next time, I will definitely take that person's life!"
Although Qiu Liju holds great power in the clan and lives and kills as he pleases, it is impossible for him to break the sharpest knife because of this incident. The reason why he looked so unhappy was because he saw the mountains in the distance.
, the sharpshooter of the Han army changed his sword and shield, and he was still brave and invincible.
His eyelids started to twitch again, and he cursed in his heart: He can shoot arrows and fight hand-to-hand, why didn't God strike with thunder and chop the man to death? Qiu Liju looked up at the sky, the sun was shining brightly, no
He looked like he was about to thunder. He lowered his head and saw that the strongest warrior under his command was kneeling straight on the ground.
"Gungun, don't come back to see me until you kill that man!"
The Condor Shooter kowtowed several times in silence, turned around and left without saying a word.
Qiu Liju turned his attention back to the mountain. The infantry in the first group had been killed and dispersed, and the soldiers in the second group were walking towards the mountain under the pressure of the noble officers from various tribes. He felt a little anxious. It seemed that today
There is no way we can win. Even if we disperse the men on the mountain, there will only be more behind them.
He thought about retreating again, but the thousands of rebel infantry and cavalry behind him felt like a thorn in his back. He felt extremely uncomfortable but did not dare to withdraw. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed in his heart: Damn Zhang Chun,
Damn Gongsun Zan, damn the Han people...
The Wuhuan infantry of the second formation lasted shorter than the first formation. After witnessing the disastrous defeat of their tribesmen and seeing corpses all over the mountains and plains, their morale dropped quickly. They charged forward with strong bows and crossbows.
Finally, as soon as they made contact, dozens of people were hacked to death, and then they retreated in a swarm.
Those Wuhuan nobles were not stupid either. Qiu Liju made it clear that he wanted to continue to annex the miscellaneous brands. After all the capital in hand, how could he survive in the future? So he didn't bother to suppress the soldiers, and after a little resistance, he withdrew.
Come down.
The sun had turned westward, and the sunlight dazzled him. As he was wiping his sweat, the drums on the mountain rang again. Qiu Liju cursed: "Knock, knock, knock, keep knocking, how about mourning?"
The soldier on the side suddenly exclaimed. He didn't know what happened. He looked around blankly and saw everyone shouting loudly. Qiu Liju suddenly realized something and quickly looked towards the mountain. The sun was dazzling.
In the brilliant light, hundreds of Han cavalry rushed down from the mountain like the wind.
