Two hundred and twenty-two first ask the knife when entering the city
The intention of the barbarians in the garden was obvious. They were obviously heading towards the north gate of Bingyuan City. It was also clear what the Song Zhiwen personal guards led by Zhang Ziwen needed to do. It would be a huge disaster to let even one person go to the north gate of Bingyuan City.
Variables, Zhang Ziwen must not allow even the slightest mistake in the gates of Bingyuan City.
However, the manpower around him was far from enough to seal off the small amusement park covering an area of more than ten acres. Zhang Ziwen clenched the hilt of the dagger at his waist, which was usually just used for decoration, and took a deep breath, gradually calming himself down from the excitement.
Returning to peace, he is the commander of this battle and cannot let his emotions affect his decision-making.
"Brother Wei, can you still move?"
I sprinkled golden sore medicine on the wound to stop the bleeding and pulled a piece of cloth from my body to tie it up. There will be no problem for a while, "It doesn't matter."
"Then please go to the North City Gate. The general is on the top floor of the city gate." The short sword at his waist was unsheathed, and Zhang Ziwen ordered his subordinates, "March! March! Kill these barbarians here!"
Seeing that the rest of Song Zhiwen's bodyguards could only use their strength to get up by pushing on the wall, Zhang Ziwen, who jumped up and pulled the courtyard wall twice but still couldn't get up, went back in disgrace and entered through the garden gate, complaining secretly. "That's not true.
Who built this courtyard wall so high..."
Wei Changpan rushed towards the north gate of Bingyuan City without looking back. Although he was willing to help Zhang Ziwen, it was obvious that keeping Bingyuan City from falling was their top priority.
There were no shouts of killing in the small amusement park, only the clanging of swords.
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"Open the city! Open the city quickly!" In the north gate of Bingyuan City, the barbarian warriors of the Taijige tribe resisted the advance of the Jinzhou Army, a group of 100 people, while trying to pull away the two heavy gates of Bingyuan City.
The door was stuck on the door bolts on both sides of the city gate. This was something that could not be achieved manually, so they gave up the plan and directly used their knives to chop the thick wood.
The Jinzhou army guarding the city gate had a numerical advantage and ample backup. The barbarian warriors of the Taiqiang tribe were all elites. Although they were tired, their sharpness was not diminished. However, every one of the latter's deaths reduced one, and only one of them was left.
More than a dozen people retreated into the city gate, unable to retreat, waving their swords and swinging away the spears and spears in front of them. Behind them were their companions who were trying their best to chop down the thick wood.
"Go up! Go up! Don't let the barbarians see the door bolt!" The centurion of the Jinzhou State Army, who was in command, waved his sword and shouted behind the sergeant holding a spear.
The formation was steadily spread out in front of the city gate. Even if the cavalry charged in such an infantry formation, they would have to pay a heavy price. No matter how powerful the infantry was, even if they dodged the spear, they could not avoid the approaching blade.
However, a martial artist is a martial artist after all. He does not have the experience to deal with veterans in battle, but he has skills that he does not have. He swung two long spears sideways and approached the sword and shield hand, and then struck a sword with the sword and shield man in front of him.
With an elbow strike on the shield, there was a gap in the shield formation, and the sword-shielder who staggered back was also beheaded by him. This barbarian warrior who had made great achievements showed a proud look on his face.
A few moments later, the replacement sword and shield bearer filled the vacancy of the man he killed in battle, and the barbarian warrior's face became extremely ugly. The war between the grassland and the Central Plains that started thousands of years ago still did not make him understand.
, the infantry formation in the Central Plains is not just about piling the infantry in one place to increase the thickness and density. Reasonable configuration and drill are the key to making them into a whole.
It doesn't matter if the person in front is dead, the person behind is
People will take over his place, and the cycle will continue until the entire formation can no longer be maintained. Until the moment it falls apart with heavy casualties, the formation is still a whole.
The premise is that everyone is willing to fight to the death without retreating.
The warrior of the Taijige tribe who stepped forward was stabbed in the chest by several spears after killing two sword and shield men again. The armor captured by Yao's army had saved his life several times, but this time he could not escape the disaster.
The spear formations on people's shoulders were densely covered, and the sword and shield warriors in the front stepped forward, step by step reducing the room left by the warriors of the Taiqi Ge tribe.
These warriors worked together for the last time to try to break through Yao's infantry formation, but in the face of the wisdom of generations of generals and military strategists in the Central Plains, these exhausted people could only show their dying bravery and sacrifice their lives for their lives.
, trying his best to avoid the vital points but still going forward and slashing a few times.
When the warriors of the Taijige tribe really put their lives and lives at risk and stepped forward to kill, the infantry formation was somewhat shaken. After the death of the swordsmen and shieldsmen, many people were added and they were unwilling to give up their relatively safe status as spearmen and engage in close combat with the barbarian warriors. However,
The people in the infantry formation had an absolute numerical advantage, and the bravery of the warriors of the Taichige tribe was about to fail.
Bang.
"It's broken! It's broken!" The Taiqi Gebu martial artist with the tiger's mouth cracked cried ecstatically against the city gate, "Push it quickly! Push it quickly!"
Seeing the chaos in the formation, the centurion who was holding the battle drew his sword and killed a spearman who wanted to retreat. "Go up! Kill these barbarians and replace them with new door bolts. This city gate can be defended."
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However, no one was listening to his words. The centurion ignored one thing. Most of the men in his formation were strong men recruited just this spring. Although they were selected strong men who could be responsible for guarding the city gate, they
People who have never been in battle will inevitably shrink back in fear when they see blood, and run away at the slightest sign of weakness.
The gate of Bingyuan City made a huge creaking sound. The rain of arrows and rocks thrown from the city, as well as the rolling logs and kerosene cans, could not stop the slave warriors of the Taiqi Ge tribe who swarmed near the city gate. Hundreds of descendants pushed forward.
Even if there is no mechanical movement within the city, the gap between the round city gates is still widening visibly with the naked eye.
"This is the master's plan... Can anyone foresee such a plan?"
"Once the slave warriors break through the city gate and the subsequent cavalry enters the city, the Yao people in the city are not just lambs to be slaughtered."
"It is up to these humble slaves to open this passage for us..."
"Even the master doesn't care about the lives of these slave warriors. Why should we people care anymore..."
The nobles and leading generals were whispering. Even if Dun Mao had to guess, he could guess what these people were talking about, but he no longer cared about what these people thought of him. Great achievements were at his fingertips.
The troops will eat up all the remaining land in Jinzhou after taking over and annexing the city...
Jinzhou among the sixteen states of Dayao will become the land of Taiqige tribe. Herders will not have to graze in the bitter cold grasslands, and nobles will also be able to occupy the luxurious and comfortable mansions in the city...
Together with Dunmao Chao and Ladd, they will create a brand new world for the Taiqi Ge tribe.
"The cavalry at the rear of the palace should pay attention to the men and horses of those tribes. If there is anyone who wants to get a share of the Taiqi Gebu Erlang's body and enter Bingyuan City, the Taiqi Gebu will not mind fighting with him after the Bingyuan City is captured.
Let's start a battle." Dun Mao then issued an order to the front army and the left and right armies, "Once the city gate is wide open, enter the city quickly and don't stop. Next, wipe out all the remnants of Yao's army in the city. It will be easy for you."
The long-awaited war horses and their riders are all flexing their muscles in preparation for the next cavalry charge. The door of Bingyuan City will be opened wide in front of their eyes. The next thing they have to do is to enter the Bingyuan City.
In the rich and prosperous city, they vented the long-suppressed fire in their hearts.
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"Run away! Run away! You cowardly Yao dogs!" The only three remaining Taiqi Ge tribe warriors were those who survived the last attack by the foot formation under the city. They laughed loudly and fled in the opposite direction to the city gate.
Yao Jun asked, "Would you like to bring a horse for you so that you can run faster?"
The last fruitless attack caused the morale of the centurion to collapse. A dozen Taiqi Gebu warriors replaced half of their people. The gap in the city gate was large enough for people to put their arms in. The city gate
The shouts of the ferocious-looking slave warriors outside the door frightened the remaining people. They threw down their swords, shields and spears and fled back, regardless of the centurion's threat of military law.
As long as there are even ten archers, it won't be... This was the centurion's last thought, and the next moment he was beheaded by a Taiqige warrior.
"We are the pride of the Taiqiuge tribe. When the Lord returns, the rewards he will give us will be unparalleled!" Kicking open the dead centurion's head, the warrior of the Taiqiuge tribe fell to the ground with all his strength, and he and his side
His companion smiled and said, "When we get back..."
In the middle of the sentence, his expression changed drastically. He tried to pick up the weapon next to him, but was cut open in the chest by a knife. The other man had some time to react, but before he raised his hand, his forearm and half of his body were cut off with a knife.
The last person wanted to use the sword in his hand to fight against him, but he realized that the knife had become a piece of scrap metal when he was cutting the wooden pole. The young man in front of him, with one arm tied with a cloth belt, had obviously suffered a serious injury.
He was not willing to be injured. If the three of them were prepared, how could someone succeed in a sneak attack?
He had no chance to regret.
The body of the last Taiqi Ge tribe warrior slumped down.
When the slave warriors outside the city saw that a Yao man dared to kill a warrior who had made great contributions to the Taiqi Ge tribe in front of them, they felt humiliated and angry. The gap in the city gate was enough for the thin Taiqi Ge tribe.
The slave warriors squeezed in, but Wei Changpan stepped forward and inserted his knife into the chest of a slave warrior who was about to do so, and then pulled it out by stirring half a circle.
Perhaps he should have thought that the barbarians outside the city had two ways to enter the city, but the defeated Dayao sergeants he encountered when he came made him understand that even if he informed the news early, the people guarding the round city gate might not be able to enter the city.
It won't be like this now.
He pulled out the knife from the chest of the slave warrior, and the man fell down weakly. The gaps in the city gate opened further, and the slave warriors of the Taiqige tribe were finally able to enter the city one by one. Yao dared to stop them.
People will be torn into pieces.
In front of them was Wei Changpan's sword.
If these people want to enter the city, they must first ask for his sword.