The distance of the artillery just now was very far, and it could not accurately hit the archery tower.
It's totally fine now.
Da Xicun felt something and subconsciously wanted to turn around and walk down the arrow tower.
"Boom!" A loud noise suddenly came, and Da Xipun felt his feet shaking violently. He subconsciously looked out the window and saw that only half of the arrow tower on the opposite side was left. There was a solid cannonball just now.
A shot of explosive ammunition accurately hit the arrow tower, forcibly cutting off the upper half of the arrow tower.
"Take away the bed crossbow!" Da Xicun decisively ordered.
Don't stay here for long!
There is a bed crossbow on each arrow tower. This is one of the reasons why Da Xipeng must guard the arrow tower. Without the bed crossbow, the Northern Zhou defenders lost their only long-range weapon. The bed crossbow in another arrow tower
Da Xideng couldn't control whether the crossbow could still be saved. He couldn't really have anything on hand to fight back.
The bed crossbows of the Northern Zhou army could also carry oil tanks similar to those of the Han army. They could explode after being ignited and were very powerful. Otherwise, Da Xipeng would not have pinned his hopes of defending the camp on this.
Da Xipong left the archery tower with his front foot, and the Han army's artillery sent the shells into the archery tower with his hind legs. However, this time Da Xipong was lucky, the shells did not explode, so the two shells came over, leaving only two shells on the archery tower.
There was a big hole, but even so, the entire archery tower shook violently. The soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty jumped down from the archery tower in panic and rolled to the ground, all in a panic.
"Assemble it," Da Xipeng saw that there was a hole in the wall of the village. He immediately pointed it out and asked his men to set up the bed crossbow. Through this small hole, the iron arrow could still escape.
, "Ready--release!"
At this time, Wei Yuancheng, who was brandishing his sword and ordering the shooting, felt a chill on the back of his neck, and immediately the guards around him threw Wei Yuancheng to the ground.
"Boom!" The arrow fired by Fuzi's crossbow passed by three or four people next to Wei Yuancheng. The oil tank on the arrow exploded, and the air wave and the explosion's fire suddenly swallowed up the surrounding musketeers.
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Wei Yuancheng felt dizzy and opened his eyes vaguely. The bodyguard lying on his body was the personal bodyguard Wei Xiaokuan personally selected for him. He was also a man who had survived many battles on the battlefield. At this time, he also looked frightened.
, but fortunately, at least Wei Yuancheng was not injured.
There was smoke and dust billowing around, and there was a sound of coughing.
The ground was covered with blood and broken arms and limbs. Wei Yuancheng got up in a state of embarrassment. A nauseating feeling filled the air almost instantly, making him want to lie down on the ground and vomit.
An arrow almost grazed Wei Yuancheng's body and flew past. It was an arrow shot by an enemy's crossbowman. It actually had no power at this point, but it still frightened the old guard into rushing up to protect Wei Yuancheng.
Wei Yuancheng pushed the guards away. Although the scene around him could not be called hell, it still made him look a little dazed.
After a moment of breathing, he almost mustered up all his courage, stood up and shouted loudly: "Musketeers, line up!"
The medical team behind has already rushed forward to rescue the wounded. The enemy's ordinary arrows have not yet threatened this position, so the medical team is still allowed to move forward. If they continue to move forward, whether they can survive depends on their own abilities.
It is the mission of the medical team to save people, and it is his own mission to lead the Han soldiers forward. Wei Yuancheng clenched his sword and said: "Musketeers, those who can still stand up, line up!"
His voice cut through the chaos and the mist.
The figures, with Wei Yuan as the pacesetter, once again stood upright and lined up.
The old pawn who was following Wei Yuancheng looked at Wei Yuancheng's back and showed a happy smile.
This allowed him to see the shadow of Wei Xiaokuan.
The swordsmen and shieldmen in front of the musketeers were also hit by the iron arrow. At this time, they stood up one after another. The wounded soldiers were quickly helped to retreat, and the remaining soldiers re-covered the musketeers. The enemy's arrows were sparsely shot.
Come over, but at this time, in the eyes of the Han soldiers, these messy arrows seemed to have a somewhat provocative meaning.
The musketeer moves forward, and the sword and shield hands are separated to the left and right.
"Let it go!" Wei Yuancheng ordered.
The muskets were fired again, and the Northern Zhou crossbowmen on the wall quickly retracted. This time, they have gained experience. If they can't fight, why can't we hide?
"Where was the bed crossbow just now?!" Wei Yuancheng looked around. He had suffered such a loss on his first battlefield, and he couldn't let that damn guy off easily.
Soon, sharp-eyed soldiers discovered the flash of light in the gap in the village wall, and then another arrow roared towards them. The oil tank on the arrow exploded in the air. The surrounding soldiers had experience this time.
They had already dispersed to hide.
The feeling of being bombed was not very good. Wei Yuancheng couldn't help but cursed, and then ordered: "Cannon, give me a blast!"
The two artillery pieces quickly aimed at the gap in the wall, and the Han army's musketeers also lined up and advanced step by step in that direction.
However, because the target was too close, the artillery could only aim and shoot flatly, and the shooting effect was not very good. I could only see the village wall shaking violently under the impact of the shells, and even gaps appeared one after another, but it was not able to
The enemy's crossbows continued to wreak havoc, even causing several musketeer casualties.
The musketeers are all treasures. Wei Yuancheng's heart was suddenly pricked. If he could not change the situation as soon as possible, he would have to order the musketeers to retreat. The Han army's musketeers could not afford such losses.
Asking the musketeers to retreat almost meant that he, as a commander, was incompetent.
The musketeers in other people's hands are overwhelming the enemy, so why do they even retreat because of heavy damage when they get to you?
Just when Wei Yuancheng frowned, the camp recalled the sound of cannons one after another.
"Captain, Navy, Navy is here!" A messenger quickly ran over.
Wei Yuan grew up and breathed a sigh of relief.
These guys are finally here.
The navy broke through the ice and moved forward slowly, turning the original coordinated operation of the land division and the navy into a lone battle of the land division and Gong Han's army. The enemy could put all its troops on the side of the stronghold facing the land.
On the wall, the pressure borne by Gong Han's army was no less than that of the other soldiers who attacked Hanzhai.
When the navy comes, the other party will definitely not dare to be so arrogant.
Sure enough, the command flags on the wall were waved continuously, and the sparse arrows were all gone. It was obvious that the crossbowmen had been transferred to support the other side.
"Forward!" Wei Yuancheng shouted.
The shields were raised, and the swordsmen and shieldmen quickly ran forward and spread out to both sides. The cloud echelons rushed out from both sides of the musketeers, ready to climb the wall at any time.