The arrow crossed the Semen sword cart and directly overturned the two Northern Zhou spearmen to the ground. The Nanchen soldiers behind had already carried the logs that had been prepared long ago, and several shields followed to block the enemy.
The arrows may have been shot, and the log was like a simple car, directly hitting the gate car in the sound of neat slogans.
The blades on the wooden board of the Semen Knife Cart made a heart-wrenching "crunch" sound, and eventually most of them were broken because they could not withstand the sudden and huge impact. After all, these blades should face flesh and blood, not this
Strong wood.
"Continue!" The battle leader waved his hand, and arrows kept passing by him. A Nanchen soldier fell down, and more people were coming from behind, and even Nanchen crossbowmen were enough.
Suppressing the defenders behind the Semen Cart, forcing them to hide behind shields, watching helplessly as the Semen Cart was knocked open by logs.
As the two door jammers retreated in two different directions at the same time, the leader took the lead and rushed forward along the road that appeared in the middle. Countless Nanchen soldiers swarmed up along the gap. They had been waiting for a long time.
The spearmen of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were also unambiguous and came forward with their spears straight.
"Kill!" Commander Nan Chen stretched out his hand to hold the barrel of a long spear, and fiercely pulled the opponent toward him. At the same time, the knife in his hand accurately cut the opponent's throat. He kicked the guy to the ground.
On the ground, the battle leader turned around and attacked a Northern Zhou spearman who was struggling with his soldiers next to him, and chopped the man down cleanly.
The other spearmen of the Northern Zhou Dynasty looked at this guy who was charging and killing like no one, and they all subconsciously took a breath of cold air. Only the eyes of the blood-soaked warrior were still black and white, and the rest of the exposed skin was all black and white.
It has turned red.
And there was only strong murderous intent in those black eyes.
"This is a human being too. He can't hold it anymore anymore. Kill them all!" A Northern Zhou general urged his men sternly, "Kill them. Whoever kills this guy will get the credit!"
The soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty suddenly burst out with fighting spirit and roared to attack again. But the Northern Zhou general just looked at the battle situation in front of him coldly. The enemy looked menacing, but the point of attack was actually only the village gate.
Therefore, as long as the gate of the village can be blocked, the enemy has no way to do anything to him.
The biggest reliance of these guys is the navy's warships, but the navy's buildings and ships can threaten the wall, so there is no way to get too far forward, so the Northern Zhou general is still confident that he can hold on until reinforcements arrive.
The number of enemies does not seem to be large. As long as seven to eight hundred reinforcements can come, maybe the Pijiang Water Village can be defended!
Several Northern Zhou generals and battle leaders gritted their teeth and led the troops to rush to the front. They also knew very well that once the enemy widened the gap, so many people in the camp would only die, so they might as well fight.
, maybe after repelling the enemy's attack, the enemy will choose another direction or even give up.
"Well done!" Nanchen's officers and soldiers also showed their anger and rushed to meet the enemy.
The sword in the Nanchen battle leader's hand was swung, creating a roaring wind that directly covered the two Northern Zhou generals facing him. Several other Nanchen generals also took the lead and ran into the charging crowd.
The two door-blocking knife carts had been pushed away. At this time, more Nanchen soldiers poured in from the village gate. The crowds from both sides collided with each other. For a moment, the sound of killing was loud and blood splattered.
.And a moment later, a flag with the word "Chen" was raised at the gate of the village, fluttering in the wind.
"Boys, kill this camp!" Chen Zhishen waved the sword in his hand and laughed.
Ever since the Luzhou War, it had been a long time since he had been so bloodthirsty on the battlefield, and this incident had also ignited his bloodiness and pride. But don't forget that Chen Zhishen was a direct descendant of Xiao Maha. When he took the lead in charging into the battle,
Of course, he is in the same vein as Xiao Maha.
"Kill this camp!" countless Nanchen soldiers roared and quickened their pace at the same time.
The swords in their hands were slashing, while the forest of spears lay flat like waves. Amidst the neat chants of the generals, the spearmen moved forward steadily.
"Point!" Chen Zhishen paused and waved his hand.
Nanchen's swordsman and shieldman, who had already collided with the enemy's spearmen, heard the order and quickly separated to both sides, directly tearing open the enemy's thin defense line on both wings and rushed towards the few archers and crossbowmen.
In the past, it was to gain a firm foothold, so I could only use the sword and shield hand to fill up. After all, it is more convenient for the sword and shield hand to run, and from the trestle to breaking through the village gate, what is needed is "fast". But in fact, the sword and shield hand faces
It does not have an advantage against spearmen. It is one inch longer and one inch stronger. Often two or three sword and shield wielders can deal with one spearman.
Now that a gap has been opened, Chen Zhishen will certainly not fill it stupidly with swords and shields.
The spearmen of the Northern Zhou Dynasty did not expect that these guys in front of them suddenly dispersed, and they could not recover for a while. The answer to their doubts was the flying arrows.
Previously, Nanchen's crossbowmen had deployed along the village wall, but because their own people were entangled with the opponent's spearmen, it was difficult to shoot arrows. They could only shoot out in pieces to suppress the enemy's crossbowmen and block them.
Shield hand, etc., actually have little effect.
But things are different now. These spearmen of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, who are lined up in neat lines, are the best targets for bows and arrows. They can only watch the arrows whizzing in and piercing into their chests. Their companions next to them also have other weapons in their hands.
The spears limited their possibility of turning around.
As the spearmen fell one after another, gaps suddenly appeared in the originally tight line.
I don’t know which Northern Zhou soldier screamed first, dropped the weapon in his hand, turned around and ran back, and soon the entire spear array was in chaos.
"Up!" Chen Zhishen then moved forward again, and behind him were no longer the scattered Nanchen sword and shield players before, but a neat forest of spears.
There were only more than a hundred spearmen in Nanchen, but when they followed the slogan and took steps in an orderly manner, the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty in front could only choose to flee in an even more embarrassing manner.
A moment later, the forest of spears, which symbolized death, passed over countless corpses and moved deeper into the camp. The sword and shield men who had torn apart the left and right wings of the Northern Zhou army also cooperated in attacking everywhere.
For a time, the Northern Zhou array fell into complete chaos.
"The whole army is pressing forward!" Chen Zhishen gave his final order.
His general's flag moved forward again, and the Nanchen generals roared across the entire camp. The cyan Northern Zhou flag was torn off and fell into the mud. It was soon trampled by countless pairs of feet, and even the original flag was gone.
s color.
Licking his lips, Chen Zhishen looked at the body of the Northern Zhou general at his feet.