This short period of time cannot turn these soldiers in front into philosophers and thinkers.
A life of hardships cannot make them firmer in determination, become indifferent to life and death, and become ruthless and iron-blooded.
They didn't have enough money to buy their lives, and they didn't have any family or children behind them. They couldn't find a reason to sacrifice.
With the unswerving footsteps of Wang Xuan's steel army, the distance was shrinking little by little, and death was approaching little by little. Faced with this irresistible pressure and the threat of death, these soldiers collapsed.
His face was frightened, his hands and feet were trembling, he could no longer hold his weapon, and his body retreated uncontrollably, squeezing behind him.
One pass to ten, ten to one hundred, the three military camps, the front line was completely in chaos, the soldiers behind them resisted the comrades in front who were about to retreat, a good Taoist is a dead Taoist friend, but a poor Taoist is not dead, why are you backing up?
If I don’t just go for it, that’s absolutely not possible!
At this moment, there is no choice but to go to hell!
Even the officers at the forefront, such as captains, no longer have the thoughts of the whole team at this moment. They are more discerning than those mud-legged people, and they understand better that the people coming from the opposite side are definitely the best of the best. Look at the sharp steel knives and
The steel shield and the armored helmet covered all over the body are like steel monsters. They don't know if they can hurt the opponent with one strike, but they know that if the opponent strikes with a strike, the broken leather armor on their bodies will be stronger than the paper one.
Where to go.
Either retreat or die, but they didn't want to die. They cherished their lives even more than those poor Qiu Ba who didn't even have a wife.
This is a cold weapon war. The soldiers on the battlefield are living people, not cold numbers and NPCs. They have joy, anger, sorrow and fear. What controls the victory of a war is often morale and determination, not
Weapons, armors and other equipment or something else.
If you can hold the chord in your heart, whichever side has high morale and is not afraid of death will win the final victory.
This is why the weather is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as the people!
However, Wang Xuan added two more sentences on the basis of this theory, "It is better to have money than to be human. If you are rewarded heavily, there must be a brave man. If the gold and silver mountains are smashed, the farmer will turn into a hungry wolf legend!"
Wang Xuan gave the order to the army early. In this battle, fifty thousand versus three hundred thousand, beheading for one hundred taels of silver!
What is the concept of one hundred taels of silver!
Even if prices soar, there is still enough for a strong laborer to work for five or six years!
Now you only need one level of head to exchange for it. Look at the cloth armor on the opposite side, look at the iron armor on your own body, look at the rusty sword and gun on the opposite side, and then look at your own sharp steel sword and shield!
Damn it, if it weren't for the strict discipline in the army, no one would dare to ignore orders and rush blindly. Now, these guys would have been screaming and killing!
As for Wang Xuan, there were only 300,000 people on the opposite side, and they killed all of them for only 30 million taels of silver. Besides, they were basically issued with banknotes, and there was no need to use real money.
Furthermore, if the person on the other side is a human, not a pig, why can’t you run?
After running all over the mountains and plains, coupled with military discipline and surrender, the battle was carefully calculated and ended with three to five million taels of silver!
It’s just three to five million, does that count as money?
This small amount of money can be exchanged for a big victory, the opportunity to enter Beijing and completely control the Ming Dynasty. This is called a hugely profitable deal. Don't make this deal too cost-effective!
This is the difference between the two armies!
Sergeant Yang He was afraid that if he was ranked at the front, he would definitely die and his spirit would collapse.
Sergeant Wang Xuan was afraid that he would not be ranked in the front. At a glance, he saw that they were not enemy troops at all, but walking pieces of silver with hundreds of taels of silver. His face turned red with excitement and his neck was thick!
Three hundred steps, two hundred steps... Sergeant Wang Xuan's eyes were flashing with bloodthirsty and excitement. Even though he was two hundred steps away, Sergeant Yang He could clearly feel the eyes on him looking at him that were particularly penetrating.
My big sword is already hungry and thirsty!
Yang He's camp, well, it's not really a serious camp. After all, building a camp for 300,000 people can't be completed in a day or two. The large trees needed alone are an astronomical figure. Furthermore, Yang
He never thought that he would be able to defend himself.
In their imagination, with 300,000 on their own side and 50,000 on the other side, the initiative to attack must be in their own hands. Therefore, the camp is just a symbolic thing and will fall down if pushed!
The soldiers at the back were holding on to the front and could not retreat. The crushing pressure completely broke the spirit of the soldiers. There was no order at all. I don’t know who was the first to shoot the arrow in his hand, as if breaking some barrier. Inside the camp
The defensive archers in the front row followed suit and shot their bows and arrows.
For a moment, it looked majestic, and an overwhelming barrage of arrows covered Wang Xuan's army, and then fell to the ground far away. It would be crazy if it could hit someone within two hundred steps.
From fear to collapse, these archers couldn't care less. With their eyes closed, they just drew their bows and shot arrows, venting wildly until their arm strength was exhausted. Even though the generals behind them who were in charge of the command roared orders at the top of their lungs, it was in vain.
It can't be transmitted to the front at all.
This was the case with ancient cold weapon warfare. It was extremely difficult to command. Most of the time, once the battle started, it was not based on personal will.
This won't work, it absolutely won't work. If this continues, as soon as a war starts, our side will be completely finished!
Although these people under Yang Hejun are not brave generals, they have been in the army for a lifetime and can still understand the most basic things!
The opponent's morale is high and they have all the equipment they can. Our mind has been taken away. We are already at a disadvantage. We must do something!
It's just that in this era where communication basically relies on shouting, there is no time for everyone to communicate on such a huge battlefield. There are panicked people, hesitant people, but there are also decisive people.
Sporadic drumbeats sounded on the battlefield. This was the drumbeat of the entire army's sudden advance. Once it sounded, it meant that the entire army was advancing, confronting the enemy head-on, and fighting to the death!
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Perhaps affected by the sound of the drums, the commanders of the battle formations also reacted. The drums were beaten one by one, and soon they resounded throughout the camp of the 300,000-strong army. With the urging from behind, the army gradually crowded towards the front.
, and soon, the dense formation forced those at the front to start charging.
The fence of the camp had no resistance at all, and the entire army collapsed immediately with one push. The 300,000-strong army rushed up in a swarm, looking terrifying!
In fact, not to mention an army of 300,000, but 300,000 pigs charging forward, well, the momentum is indeed stronger than that of an army...
On the side of Wang Xuan's army, the sound of war drums suddenly stopped. At this time, the quality of the troops could be seen. During the march, the army was able to stop in two steps after the drums stopped, and the formation was not disordered at all. This is unique in this era.
On the opposite side, Yang He's army rushed out of the camp. At this moment, there were only more than a hundred steps away. The horn sounded. The army immediately sheathed their swords, took off the crossbow machine from their waists, quickly shook the handle to draw the bow string, and set up a set of crossbow arrows.
The movements are smooth and smooth, which is the result of thousands of trainings.
One hundred steps, ninety steps, eighty steps, until the closest distance of Yang He's army was only forty steps, the horn sounded again.
"Dirty~Dirty" After one long and two short seconds, the soldier fired his crossbow violently, and the three-edged arrows pierced the air, making a shrill and piercing scream. The screams were connected together and resounded throughout the battlefield.
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"Puff" "Puff" "Puff" "Puff" "Puff" "Puff"
What followed was a continuous scream. He shook the handle, arranged the crossbow, and fired. As long as there was no next order, this set of actions would not stop.
Countless sharp arrows pierced the sky, and in just three minutes, no less than three hundred thousand arrows were fired, which was equivalent to one hundred thousand taels of silver being consumed.
Splashing blood mist filled the air, and corpses were everywhere. Fifty-six out of ten of those who charged forward were shot to death on the spot. Some of the survivors were seriously injured, and it was impossible to revive them.
It only took three minutes for Yang He's army to go from charging like crazy, to being stopped by sharp arrows, to completely collapsing with heavy casualties!
This scene not only completely crushed the morale of Yang He's army and began to collapse, but also frightened the people who were watching the battle from afar at the top of the city.
In the city of Beijing, everyone who hears it will have their hairs on their chests exploded and shudder, and even the timid ones will pee their pants in fear.
"Dirty~dirty~,dirty!"
Two long and one short horns sounded, and the army immediately put away their crossbows and drew their steel knives again, followed closely by the rapid sound of drums.
This is the signal for the whole army to pursue!
In an instant, the soldiers were like old bachelors who saw a careless, disheveled, and coquettish young lady. A group of six people frantically rushed towards the moving hundred taels of silver. The scene was once in chaos. You chase me.
I'm afraid I'll run too slow.
Zi once said that when you meet a tiger, you don’t need to run faster than the tiger, you just need to run faster than your teammates. Now, it is the same reason, outrunning your teammates is the most important thing!
To be honest, Wang Xuan knew that the so-called three-sided elite was a joke, but he didn't expect it to be so ridiculous. He couldn't even withstand the blows of a wave of arrows and began to collapse. He was really disappointed that there was no close combat.
, I feel like it’s not shocking enough!
But he never thought that throughout history, bows and arrows have always used flat leaf-shaped arrow clusters. They are easy to make and low-cost, but their lethality is weak, so they create people who wear armor and are shot all over their bodies.
Just like a hedgehog, he still looks like a fierce warrior who is fighting in and out.
But try it with a three-edged bone-penetrating arrow made of fine steel like his. It only takes one arrow, and if you jump around and try it again, the blood grooves on the three sides alone can drain a person's blood!
In ancient times, this kind of arrowhead was only used by generals. Not only was it expensive, but the output was extremely low. How could it be used on such a large scale as Wang Xuan's?
Three hundred thousand heavy arrows caused more damage than a million ordinary arrows. In this wave alone, Yang He's army's dense formation killed no less than 40,000 people in just three minutes before they could react!
For Yang He's army of 300,000 men, the loss was already more than one-tenth!
In a cold weapon war, those who have lost more than one-tenth and still do not collapse are elites. However, the elites of the three sides are not elites, and collapse is foreseeable!
But the enemy had been defeated, and he had no choice but to order the entire army to pursue him. However, the 10,000 reserve troops led by Sun Chuanting were a little far away from the battle site. Looking at so many human-headed dogs advancing crazily in front of them...
"┭┮﹏┭┮!" The reserve team, if it weren't for the fact that it is absolutely prohibited in the army to discard helmets and armor, these last 10,000 people would be eager to take off their equipment and go into battle lightly!
Complete unilateral ruthless crushing!
Although Yang Hejun ran away desperately, the quality of the soldiers was so different that Wang Xuanjun chased him before they had gone very far.
A sharp sword flashed, and he cut off the opponent's head with a slash from behind. Dou Da's head shot up into the sky, and Lao Gao spurted blood. The headless corpse took a few steps forward before falling. Sergeant Wang Xuan wiped his head.
He grabbed a handful of blood dripping from his head, caught the head, and couldn't help laughing. The blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, staining his teeth red!
"One hundred taels, got it!"
The comrade behind him cast an envious glance, walked a little faster, and caught up with the one who also swung the knife, "Pfft!"
Swing the sword, one hundred taels!
Swing the sword, two hundred taels!
Wang·Great Magician·Xuan waved his hand and applied BUFF to the entire army.
Skill: Great reward.
Skill evaluation: As the saying goes, there must be brave men under heavy rewards. There is nothing that money cannot solve. If there is, then the money spent is not enough!
Skill effect: The subject removes all DBUFF, maxes physical strength, maxes morale, maxes speed, clears defense, and doubles attack power.
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"The one hundred taels in front of you, don't run away, stop for me!"
Similar shouts resounded throughout the battlefield, suppressing the screams for a time.
It wasn't until the trumpet sound representing the surrender of the enemy sounded again that the sound became quieter.
Military law is like a mountain, no one dares to violate it!
Waves of feeble "surrender, no killing" sounds rang out. I dared not stop shouting, but no matter how I shouted, no one would care.
The words "surrender without killing" were shouted so reluctantly for the first time, as if the enemy could not hear them at all. However, no matter how quiet the voice was, it still resounded in the ears of every elite on the three sides like the sound of nature.
By the side.
The "dinging, clanging" sound of weapons falling to the ground mixed with the "popping sound" of kneeling on the ground has become the main theme of the battlefield. Looking at the group of people kneeling to surrender, Sergeant Wang Xuan gritted his teeth with hatred!
How the hell did you surrender? How dare you surrender!
"Aren't you a man? It's not shameful to kneel down and surrender. If you are a man, stand up!" Sergeant Wang Xuan pointed at the elites from the three sides who were kneeling to surrender and cursed loudly.
The elite soldiers on the three sides stared, looking like I would be an idiot if I got up, and the soldier stomped his feet in anger.
"You are the elite of the three sides. It's really embarrassing for you. Come on, stand up and challenge yourself. Don't let me look down on you. Let's fight San Lily again!"
"Are you a bitch? You kneel so standardly. Do you dare to get up and fight with me? I'm bare-handed and let you use a knife!"
"Come on, come on, I won't bully you. I took off my armor. If you still wear it, you can go with me for two rounds!"
In broad daylight, he would not dare to violate military discipline and kill prisoners, but this did not stop Sergeant Wang Xuan from trying his best to curse and provoke the other party to stand up and challenge him.
It's just that... not to say it's ineffective, but there are very few people who have a single mind and occupy the entire brain. These former elites from the three sides now only have one thought, you can say whatever you like, life is good, what's more?
Or, just lie down on the ground, bury your head, and let the king take what you want.
"..."
Damn it, facing this group of people who were completely frightened, Wang Xuanjun had no choice but to glance greedily back and forth at their necks, with all kinds of thoughts swirling in his heart.
Suddenly, a soldier's eyes lit up, he put down the knife in his hand, and patted the back of the prisoner who was kneeling to ask for surrender with the back of the knife, "Okay, let's go, go and gather over there."
The prisoner's expression relaxed, he let out a long breath, and finally passed. As soon as his mind relaxed, he felt weak all over. He stood up unsteadily, took two steps, and heard the voice behind him loudly again.
He shouted: "If you dare to run away, you will die!"
Before he could react, he felt his sight suddenly rise. Below him was a very familiar headless corpse, with blood spurting from its neck!
Damn it, lied to me!
This was his last thought.
"Everyone saw it. They got up and ran away. I didn't violate military discipline!"
"w(?Д?)w" captive.
"o(￣▽￣)d" colleagues.
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Before the battle began, three groups of people from the martial arts world with their own agendas all arrived one after another and quietly watched the battle on top of the city.
At this moment, the city of Beijing is as quiet as ever, with no one making a sound on the city walls. The scene of hundreds of thousands of troops fighting is rare in a century, and the murderous atmosphere rising to the sky is shocking.
Just the crowd occupying the entire field of view makes people unable to resist. What's more, there is a big battle, the deafening shouts of killing, the shock of the people's hearts trembling, or blood boiling, or panic and fear, everyone's reaction is different.
They are different. The only thing that is the same is that no sound can be made. Even people who cannot see it are listening with their ears raised. Although the warring parties do not care about their common people, they care about the impact of the war on their own families.
On top of the city, watching the two armies gradually approaching, the battle was about to break out. Whether it was Dongfang Bubai, Master Fang Zheng, or Linghu Chong, they all felt that they were unable to dare. On the battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people, it was indeed not something that just one or two people could do.