"For the big man!" The voice of the Han army leader was hoarse.
There were already large and small gaps in his horizontal sword. Even the sharp horizontal sword could not withstand such a violent collision from the shields and spears he had just slashed at the enemy.
The soldiers behind him reached out to support him, and the Han soldiers covered in blood also helped each other to stand up. They raised the swords in their hands and looked ahead. The arrows passed by them, and they wanted to continue passing behind them.
The Han soldiers who jumped up on the steps were constantly hit by arrows and fell down.
In the eyes of the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the Han troops on the top of these cities had been driven together, just like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, and those who came from behind to support them were the biggest threat. Cutting off their threat was only a little bit
If they press forward, they can be driven off the city simply by relying on their numerical superiority!
The musketeers on the ladder truck are working hard to suppress the enemies on the city top. However, there is still a clear gap in the numbers between the two sides. As the muskets continue to be denser, the arrows fired by the enemy will only become more dense, which makes the musketeers on the ladder truck even more dense.
They could hardly lift their heads, and the arrow-blocking shields on the ladder truck had been shot like a hedgehog. It was almost impossible to insert more arrows, and the entire ladder truck even shook a little.
The sound of muskets gradually became sparse, but the shouts of the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty became louder and louder.
Throughout Tongguan, the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty became highly motivated.
"Cover and retreat." Xiao Shilian who was under the city decisively issued the order. Although he was eager to capture Tongguan, he did not believe that his army could break through the city defenses in such a short period of time. After all, he wanted to make Tongguan one of the best in the world.
The strong city must be respected.
So when it was time to retreat, Xiao Shilian was absolutely unambiguous. Every Han soldier who could climb the city was a hero, and after being tempered by the bloody battle on the city, the rest were the elite of the army. Xiao Shilian would never allow these hard-earned soldiers to be polished.
Soldiers who fought hundreds of battles were just buried on the city walls. Now the Han army, which is expanding rapidly, also needs old soldiers to support its backbone.
Covering the retreat is not an unfamiliar operation. Following Xiao Shilian's order, the Han army's artillery began to bombard the city wall where the Zhou people's flag had been re-installed, forcing the Zhou people's team to retreat, while the ladder truck accepted the Han army soldiers on the city, and the ladder truck
The soldiers under the cart removed the simple ladder that was placed on the top of the city. At the same time, the Han army's crossbowmen who came to cover behind the ladder cart also put down the sandbags in their hands and picked up the crossbows on their backs. Any Northern Zhou soldiers who poked their heads out
They will all receive their most "kindest" greetings.
On the top of the city, the Han soldiers used their last strength to repel an attack from the Northern Zhou soldiers. Arrows flew up behind them, temporarily helping them suppress the enemy's counterattack. This was their only chance to retreat.
If they cannot get away in this rare gap, more enemies will pounce on them like wolves and tigers. However, since the remaining soldiers have been retreating one after another, there will only be fewer and fewer, so the rows are getting longer and longer.
The soldiers retreating behind will bear greater pressure, and once they are left behind, they are destined to die in battle.
However, no soldiers fought for it, and no one complained. They were able to rush from the bottom of the city to the top of the city, almost stepping on the layers of corpses of Brother Paoze, so the countless spirits in the sky made it impossible for them to complain.
To live, you must obey orders, regroup in order, and continue fighting!
"Flag!" The leader of the team has been holding down the formation from the back. Any Zhou soldiers who want to rush forward will be chopped over by the horizontal sword in his hand before they can move forward. Perhaps it is because the Northern Zhou people also
I realized that the guy in front of me was not easy to mess with, so I didn't dare to come up for a while. These guys were going to leave anyway, so they could just "leave the country with gifts". Why should everyone rush up and risk their lives at this time?
When he was about to leave, the commander turned his eye and saw the red flag of the Han Dynasty planted there three or four steps away.
The flag is dilapidated and has gone through countless hardships of blood and fire, but at this moment, it is still flying proudly against the black soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty around it, as if to tell everyone that there was once a group of bloody and brave soldiers united here.
They fought bloody battles under the flag, advancing step by step.
"Take the flag away!" the battle leader roared, and suddenly waved the horizontal sword in his hand, forcefully forcing back the two Northern Zhou soldiers in front of him, rushing forward, and grabbing the flag.
"Pfft!" The spear penetrated his arm. The Northern Zhou spearman opposite had a ferocious look on his face. He didn't give the leader a chance to react. He paused, then stepped forward violently, and forcefully
The warlord was nailed to the city wall!
"Boss!" More Han soldiers turned around and pounced on him.
The soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty also rushed forward.
Let you go, but you are still so ignorant that you have to turn around and grab this flag. Don't you know that this flag is the credit of your brothers?
The soldiers of the Han army have always regarded honor as very important, and the military flag is their spiritual support. Where the military flag points, where the soldiers point, is where the soldiers fight in blood!
Therefore, the Han soldiers did not allow the flag to be defiled by the enemy, and the Zhou people also hoped to capture the enemy's flag to show off their power!
"Let's go!" The leader threw away the horizontal sword in his hand. His arm had been pierced and he had long lost control. He could no longer hold the sword in his hand. But his other hand was still holding the flagpole tightly.
He turned around and shouted loudly at the separated robes, "Get out of here!"
While roaring, he waved the flag in his hand.
The flagpole smashed hard on the neck of the Northern Zhou spearman. The man was in pain and screamed and retreated. But the leader of the army did not know where he mustered up the strength to insert the flag hard and pull out the nail.
He grabbed the spear on his arm and swung it fiercely.
He was covered in blood, even his teeth were stained with blood, and white bones could even be seen in the bowl-sized wounds on his arms, and blood was constantly flowing. Such an image made the surrounding Northern Zhou soldiers panic.
of looking at each other.
They didn't know where this enemy got the courage and strength, but they also lost the desire to move forward at this moment.
This guy is like a Yaksha reborn from hell, a devil from the red lotus karma fire. Who knows if he will rush up and kill him?!
The war leader chuckled twice, looked at another Han general on the ladder truck, who was his friend who had fought side by side for many years, and pulled the two recruits who were still hesitating on the battlements to the ladder.
In the car, I just breathed a sigh of relief.
That guy still knows what he is going to do.
Little did they know that at this time, the Han general on the ladder car, who was called "that guy" by the leader of the battle, was already in tears when he looked back.
The commander stood up holding the flagpole and looked around.
None of the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty dared to step forward, but they would never retreat again.