On the Yingshui front line, the Han army's shelling continued.
This time, the Han army's trebuchets and artillery faced not the high wall of the camp, but the rushing Ying River and the Zhou people arrayed in front of the camp on the other side of the Ying River.
Of course, it was impossible for this river to be erected to block the Han army in space, so all the Zhou people could rely on were the shields in front of them.
In front of the violent storm of bombardment, the shield was as thin as a layer of gauze.
Every shield is under tremendous pressure, and the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty behind the shield are holding their breath. As long as the shield in front of them cannot support it, the dancing shrapnel and surging air waves are like eating people without spitting out bones.
The devil will soon take away their lives.
Many thin shields or shields made of wood were cut open by flying shrapnel, and the soldiers of the Zhou army behind were naturally unlucky. Who will win and who will fall has nothing to do with personal ability.
Relationship, or even the ability of the entire team, has nothing to do with it. It all depends on the skill and providence of the Han army's gunners on the opposite side. Even the latter will account for a large proportion. This is undoubtedly the most terrifying thing.
You don’t know when the cannonball will hit your head, and you don’t know when the people around you will fly backwards or turn into corpses. Even if you have no skills, you can only watch Brother Paoze and even others.
For Zhou's soldiers, this kind of situation where you can't control your own destiny no matter how powerful you are, and you can't even struggle, is the most uncomfortable situation for Zhou's soldiers.
Time passed little by little, and the explosions of artillery shells came one after another, even louder than before.
Every time a shell explodes, it's like a knife carving into the heart. People can only endure the pain silently. For everyone, this is a kind of torture.
As the gap in the shield array became larger and larger, the explosive bombs continued to rush into the depths of the crowd, and flowers made of flesh and blood bloomed.
Sometimes, death is a kind of relief.
More and more soldiers from the Northern Zhou Dynasty turned around and ran back, and the swords of the supervising team were swung more and more frequently.
These war supervisors really dared to kill people, which should be the reason why many Northern Zhou soldiers insisted on standing here in the end. After all, compared to dying immediately, out of instinct, they would rather wait a little longer.
The Han army's ships were getting closer and closer, and the Zhou people's crossbowmen were also releasing arrows under huge pressure. Of course, the Zhou people's trebuchets were not idle either, but the trebuchets only had one or two chances at most.
Without waiting for them to complete the third round of loading and firing, the Han army's trebuchets and artillery had already fired in the direction where the stone bullets were flying. The stone bullets and artillery shells would soon turn that area into a purgatory.
The sparse arrows basically had no obstructive effect. The Han army's ships were advancing rapidly. Before the ships could hit the shore, many soldiers who had been impatient had already turned over from the ships.
Then, he raised his shield to protect the vital parts of his body, then waded into the water and rushed towards the shore quickly.
The distance is not far, but it is the most dangerous part of the journey where the enemy is very close but the family members are densely packed together. Therefore, the experienced veterans of the Han army would rather leave the opportunity to the new recruits.
Wade directly to the shore by yourself.
For these soldiers from the south, Yingshui is light and airy.
If it weren't for the enemy's arrows that might come at any time, and the fact that they were not familiar with the hydrological conditions when they first came to this place, these experienced veterans would have even dared to swim directly from the other side.
It is really humiliating for children who grew up in a water town in the south to have to squeeze into a boat to cross the river.
Before the enemy could press over from the shore, the Han soldiers who came ashore had already gathered quickly. All their movements were clean and neat, and absolutely not sloppy. The Han crossbowmen on the ship also fired their crossbows, and the arrows fired formed a formation of
A fan swept across the Zhou people's team in front.
If it were normal times, such arrow shooting would not have any killing effect at all, but today is not usual. Before this, the Han army's artillery and trebuchets had already wreaked havoc on the Zhou people round after round.
, so the Zhou people's queue had already become chaotic, and this arrow shot was even more "suggestive", causing many Zhou people's teams that had barely regrouped to suffer a heavy blow again.
"This Cui Jingsong, I won't shed tears until I see the coffin." Chen Zhishen jumped ashore with a knife, and he personally led the forward attack as always. It is precisely because of Chen Zhishen's behavior of charging at the front line in every battle, the soldiers under his command also undoubtedly
He has the highest morale and the highest fighting spirit among all the armies.
Of course, if something happens to Chen Zhishen, it will definitely have a heavy blow to his morale. Therefore, apart from Chen Zhishen, who is a talented and brave man, looking at the entire Han army, I am afraid I will not be able to find another person who dares to do this. Of course,
Li Xingchen showed his attitude every time and was determined to charge forward, but it was impossible for everyone to agree. Of course, His Majesty, the dramatist, knew that this would be the case, so he could shout the slogan loudly.
When it comes to how to boost morale, Li Xingchen, who has more than a thousand years of experience, is certainly better at it than others.
And now, Cui Jingsong, opposite Chen Zhishen, also insists on standing at the forefront of the team.
It was obvious that Cui Jingsong did not intend to retreat any further.
And Chen Zhishen had to admit that Cui Jingsong's choice should be quite correct. Now that the Zhou people were arrayed on the shore, they could press the Han army as soon as they landed. However, if they huddled behind the camp, the Zhou people could only
I watched helplessly as the Han army crossed the river and formed a formation, but there was nothing they could do.
Attacking halfway across the river is the best way to thwart the enemy. By the time the Han army even moves their artillery ashore, it will be too late.
That's why Cui Jingsong insists on guarding this beachhead defense line, even if he has to pay a higher price.
This is an opponent who deserves respect and perseverance.
Of course, this is also the most helpless choice a rational person can make. Instead of just waiting to die, staying here can at least hope that the morale of your own army will not collapse too quickly, and at least you can still hope that the enemy will
The organization's offense goes awry, allowing it to seize opportunities that may be fleeting.
However, Chen Zhishen did not intend to give him any more opportunities.
When the Han army came ashore, the situation was irreversible!
"Kill!" The sword moved forward, and the Han soldiers roared out like tigers descending from the mountain.
Chen Zhishen's general's flag was flying at the front of the team together with the red flag of the Han Dynasty.
The sound of artillery was rumbling, and the ships carrying artillery were moving forward as much as possible at this time, and they even did not hesitate to directly seize the beach in order to send the artillery shells to a farther position.