One hundred and one person.

Holding a horizontal knife in one hand and a small round shield in the other.

Walking silently under the bright moonlight.

There were originally a few wild dogs wandering around the wilderness, but when they saw this group of people clamping their tails between their thighs, lowered their bodies, and moved towards the distance in a mess.

I am not afraid of the noisy and noisy shouting, but I am afraid of this silent depression.

This is a group of veterans who have experienced many battles. The scars on their bodies are their medals of glory. Facing the enemy, there is no shrinking or retreating. For each of them, there are only two words: Forward.

Go forward, forward, and forward again until you fall down.

Wherever they passed, birds dared not fly, insects stopped singing, and even the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves seemed to be frozen at this moment.

After crossing the low-high slope in front, you can see the target of their trip, Jinling Village where Ji Zhiyuan's troops stationed.

At this moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared on the slope.

Hou Fangyu raised his hand, and the team of one hundred people stopped without any reservation, but the team was not in chaos at all.

enemy!

In just a moment, Hou Fangyu determined the other party's identity.

The only one who came from this direction was Ji Zhijiang's Lingnan soldiers.

Both sides actually thought of one thing.

"Form a formation! Get ready for battle!" Hou Fangyu roared softly.

With a clamor, the team dispersed and divided into two fifty-man conical offensive lineups. The round shield was raised to protect the body. The people in the middle quickly took off the grenade hanging from the cowhide armed belt around their waists.

There was a person beside him, and the fire broke out.

Others took off the crossbow bow and calmly filled the crossbow arrows into the crossbow trough.

Ji Zhijiang was also stunned on the slope.

He never expected that the other party would also want to attack them.

More than one hundred people were preparing to trouble their 500 team, which made him feel humiliated.

The planned sneak attack is no longer possible, and there is only one way left.

The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road.

At this time, Hou Fangyu took people towards Jinling Village, not wanting to invite him to drink and have a meal.

"Kill the enemy and kill them all!" Ji Zhijiang roared, pulled out the horizontal sword, rushed down the slope with one sword, and rushed towards the opposite side.

Hou Fangyu raised his sword and shouted loudly: "Get up the formation and meet the enemy!"

The two conical square arrays let out a dull low shout, and then slowly advanced forward.

One hundred steps.

Eighty steps.

Fifty steps.

In the conical square array that was advancing, more than a dozen black things suddenly flew up, and with starry firelight, they fell towards the Lingnan soldiers rushing in front.

"Distract, be careful." Ji Zhijiang yelled sharply.

He had many confrontations with Tang Bing and knew that this was his opponent's grenade. The best way was to lie down on the spot to avoid the losses caused by the shrapnel splashed after the grenade exploded, but in this way, he would inevitably lose speed. With the loss, Ji Zhijiang also had to get entangled with his opponent. In this way, the opponent's weapon could no longer exert his effect.

At this distance, the only thing they can do is to speed up and disperse the tighter formation to reduce casualties.

The rumbling explosion sounded continuously, and the Lingnan soldiers in the charge fell to the ground one after another.

"Rise the crossbow!" Ji Zhijiang roared and rushed to the front.

The second round of grenades sounded again at the age of 40, and the Lingnan soldiers fell down again.

At thirty steps, the crossbow arrows from both sides were fired at the same time, and the sound of linoline resounded throughout the audience.

Someone fell on both sides.

The equipment gap is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

The Tang Bing's formation was more concentrated, but fewer people fell down. Even those who fell did not die on the spot. Most of their injuries were concentrated on their legs. They retreated from the cone attack lineup, sat on the ground, took out the first aid cloth from a pocket, and after wrapping it around in a few seconds, they dragged their injured legs and slowly moved forward. A few of them could not walk, held their swords and shields on the ground, unable to help, but they were unwilling to become a burden.

After only one round of crossbow arrows was shot, the two easily collided heavily.

It was like cold water pouring into a oil pan and it instantly boiled.

Not far from the battle between the two sides, many people gradually emerged.

The grenades thrown by the Tang army not only killed a large number of Lingnan soldiers, but also ignited the lush weeds and trees in this area. Under the raging fire, the soldiers on both sides fought to the death.

The soldiers in Lingnan shouted and relied on the large crowds and attacked from all sides.

However, Tang Jun did not say a word and fought hard. Even if he fell to the ground with a knife, he never let out a wail.

The two sides were almost fighting with each other in close combat, and no one had long weapons and heavy weapons. Now they were almost fighting with a horizontal knife. The difference was that the Tang army also had a small round shield in their hands. The edge of this small shield was extremely sharp, which could both attack and defend.

It is almost the same as the Lingnan soldiers who fight on their own, and everyone is bravely moving forward, but the Tang army still shows strong organizationality.

There were two lineups of about forty or fifty people each, and shields were protected by shields around them. The shields opened and closed. Every time they opened, soldiers inside snatched them, and instantly killed the Lingnan soldiers who were rushing towards them. The cooperation of the shield sword almost reached a perfect level, and the soldiers in the center of the shield formation shot out crossbow arrows from time to time and threw out grenades.

The explosions were endless.

The screams of the Lingnan soldiers were endless.

Ji Zhijiang wanted to rush in and fight closely with the Tang army. The distance between the two sides is close enough now, but the Tang army hugged them tightly like a turtle. Every time they fought with the Lingnan soldiers close together, there were always ten or twenty people on the outside, and the Lingnan soldiers besieged from all sides occupied a huge area, which made the Tang army in the turtle shell unscrupulously shoot grenades outward and kill the Lingnan soldiers on the outside to the fullest.

Every time I gain, I can actually try my best to keep one or two Tang soldiers who rushed out to fight. But the opponent's turtle formation is still extremely solid.

Yang Qiu's face looked very bad.

Because at this moment, whether it was the Lingnan soldiers or the Tang army, he found that it was extremely difficult to possess what his commanded under his command. Needless to say, the Lingnan soldiers suffered heavy damage, but none of them retreated. The effective organization of the Tang army made him even more frightened.

"Du Yuhou, look!" An officer suddenly exclaimed.

Yang Qiu looked in the direction of his finger, and an explosion occurred, a ball of fire flashed, and several Lingnan soldiers fell to the ground screaming.

He didn't understand what was going on, but the next scene made him understand what just happened.

The wounded and unable to move Tang troops left behind were besieged by a group of Lingnan troops outside at this time, but the explosion occurred just as the Lingnan troops surrounded them.

Yang Qiu suddenly understood why the injured Tang soldiers stretched the distance between them so loosely. It turned out that when they were injured and unable to move, they already knew what they were going to do next.

This is clearly not the power that can be produced when a grenade explodes. It is the effect of gathering the leads of several grenades together and igniting the explosion at the same time.

Yang Qiu's muscles twitched on his face and cold sweat dripped down.

The troops led by Hou Fangyu did not regard the enemy's life as their fate, nor did they regard their own life as their fate.

This is a group of bastards who regard human life as a mustard of grass.

"The Northern Tang army cannot be like this!" A officer beside him trembled a little.

"Of course it's impossible. This is Hou Fangyu's personal soldier." Yang Qiu said with a positive tone.

This made the soldiers and generals around him breathe a sigh of relief.

But Yang Qiu, he knew that this was not the case.

The officers of the Northern Tang Dynasty all had the same saying that they were personal soldiers. Hou Fangyu was just the guards of his left army headquarters. These people were indeed elite, but they were not considered the most powerful soldiers in the Northern Tang Dynasty. The most powerful soldiers of the entire Third Corps are now concentrated in Liang Han’s mountain troops.

Hou Fangyu shouted to fight hard. He had not had the feeling of being in the scene for a long time and wandering on the line of life and death. The more he was the officer, the more he had, the less and less opportunities he had to go on the battlefield. The days of personally slashing people like this were getting farther and farther away from him. At this moment, he regained the feeling of starting to step onto the battlefield.

At this moment, he was no longer the General of the Third Corps.

In fact, his soldiers did not regard him as a general at the moment. Once the two sides contacted and the rigorous training was carried out, these soldiers were like a well-operated machine. Everyone was a part of this machine. Once the shield was opened, someone would rush out to kill. After a few rounds, these people returned and the shield array opened at the right time to let them come in and rest again. Even if there were fewer people coming back every time, they would not be dissatisfied at all.

Hou Fangyu is just the one who is particularly powerful among these parts, and the one who kills more enemies every time.

At this time, the one who really commanded the battle was the two camp lieutenants in the two shield formations. Even Hou Fangyu had to obey their commands.

A short whistle sounds are attacking.

A long whistle sounds is withdrawal.

If you cannot withdraw on time, you must persist until the next cycle.

And such persistence is basically at the cost of death.

There are always soldiers who are entangled when they withdraw and cannot return in time.

This kind of close-fitting fighting consumes physical strength and energy beyond ordinary people's imagination. If you cannot return your physical strength well when you hit less and hit more, the result will be self-evident.

So sometimes, even when retreating, the Tang army would not hesitate at all.

In order to win, when it is time to sacrifice, then sacrifice must be made.

An effective organizational structure must not be disrupted.

This harsh and almost cruel fighting method made the Tang army not show even a little physical weakness during the battle. On the contrary, their effective fighting method achieved the greatest results.

The Lingnan Army, with a larger number of people, is gradually declining.
Chapter completed!