The third battalion is a long-range strike force. Whether it is a powerful crossbow or a catapult, it is a typical technical force and carries large weapons, but this does not mean that they do not have the ability to fight in close combat. The combat personnel of the third battalion are as many as those of other combat battalions. In addition to technical forces, there are also 800 combat soldiers.

The camp lieutenant Fan Zhong looked at the Pinglu army who was circling from the right wing and sneered. Fighting with him under such terrain conditions was simply seeking death. There were not many other people under his command, but there were many crossbows. In addition to the eight hundred combat soldiers, the other 1,200 technical soldiers were all equipped with melee weapons and a crossbow. Compared with other combat camps, his long-range suppression was not even a little stronger.

More importantly, once these Pinglu army, who took a detour to attack him, stepped into this mudflat, had limited movement and slow pace, they were the target of crossbow bows.

"Arrange!" He raised his hand.

Eight hundred warriors suddenly stepped forward, and giant shields fell down one by one, protecting all the supplies and vehicles in a semi-arc shape. Rows of crossbows were raised. In the space deliberately exposed by the shield soldiers, powerful crossbows were quickly put on strings, and thick crossbow arrows were strangled on the bowstrings.

There were about 3,000 Pinglu Army troops invading. Fan Zhong looked back and saw that a small half of the first battalion led by Cheng Xu had already crossed the Yellow River. He couldn't help but smile. He only needed to hold the enemy's few sticks of incense. The entire first battalion crossed the river. The Pinglu Army wanted to go back.

Hou Xiao pulled out one leg with some difficulty, and couldn't help but curse Liu Xinda's mother in his heart. He didn't understand why Liu Xinda gave up his advantage and took the initiative to fight in this mudflat. He had never experienced the battle of Dizhou and could not experience the horror of landslides like a crack. But military orders are military orders, and they must be implemented even if they don't understand them.

At the beginning, Hou Xiao rode a horse, but after walking for a while, when he saw the powerful crossbow arrow with a faint light on the opposite side, he immediately wisely gave up the war horse and mixed it with his soldiers. At this time, riding on the horse can only become the opponent's bright target.

All the shield soldiers were at the forefront, but this did not bring them much security.

Sure enough, when the powerful crossbow on the opposite side made a buzzing trembling sound, and the crossbow arrows as thick as a child's arm whistled with a huge sound of wind, the shield was torn apart like paper.

Just like when Ren Xiaonian was attacking a powerful crossbow during the attack, they could only pray for the favor of the God of Destiny. But the problem is that when Ren Xiaonian attacked, the strong crossbow attack was relatively far away. Ren Xiaonian, who was attacking head-on, pulled the team very well and separated, and did not gather again until the moment before the counterattacking enemies contacted.

The misfortune of Hou Xiao is that he attacked from the side and was unable to effectively expand the attack surface. More importantly, he had too many people and was closer to the enemy. So that those powerful crossbows that flew over could always bring about a rain of blood.

More importantly, the shooting skills of the Tang army's crossbow soldiers were obviously much higher than those of the Pinglu army.

"Lit down, lie down, crawl over!" At the front, a Pinglu officer lay on the mud, using his hands and feet, crawling forward. His actions made his subordinates successfully avoid the attack of the powerful crossbow and follow the example. After the Pinglu army behind him was taught a painful lesson, they also fell down together. Even Hou Xiao was no exception, and he lay down honestly and crawled forward.

On the mudflat, there were immediately countless insects squirming in the muddy ground.

Although the speed was greatly slowed down and it was ugly, it had to be said that it was the most effective. The Tang army's powerful crossbow could not be shot against the ground.

One side is still, the other side crawls, and the distance between the two sides is constantly approaching.

With a collapse, a crossbow in the hand of a Tang army made a sound. The Pinglu army in the front struggled on the mud for a few times and then remained motionless.

The powerful crossbow can no longer be shot, but the crossbows in the hands of the soldiers can aim at the crawling guys. At this time, the vanguard of the Pinglu Army was about fifty steps away from the Tang Army. If this distance is on the flat ground, it can only take a few breaths, but it takes several times the time to take on this mudflat. This allows the Tang Army to aim and shoot in a good manner.

The sound of the crossbow continued, and the crawling Pinglu army was sometimes still, or they were wailing after being injured. But even if they were injured, they could only continue to crawl forward, otherwise the people behind would climb up and climb over him without hesitation. In that case, the people below would be crushed into the mud and suffocated to death.

The distance between the two sides has been closer to thirty steps. At this distance, it would be really hard to crawl slowly like this. The Pinglu officer who had been lying down first jumped up, with a shield on his chest, and ran forward roaring, saying that he was running, but in fact it was amazing, just taking big strides.

As soon as he stood up, all the Pinglu soldiers behind him also stood up.

"Spout!" the officer yelled.

Subconsciously, all the Pinglu soldiers raised the spear in their hands, and used all their strength to throw the spear in their hands forward. So many soldiers found that after throwing the spear, they had empty hands and no more offensive weapons.

But this move was beyond Fan Zhong's expectations.

The spear fell like rain, and dozens of people in the Tang army immediately were stabbed by spears and fell down.

But the officer who gave this order did not survive the next moment.

He was very lucky. When he got up and gave the order and took a big strode forward, there was a powerful crossbow directly in front of him.

When the buzzing sound rang in his ears, the officer who was extremely resilient on the battlefield had already flew up. A thick crossbow arrow hit him at close range, so close that it pierced him and the shield in his hand at the same time, and flew backwards together.

If this officer does not die, he may become a good general at some time in the future, but now, it is all over.

There is never a shortage of people with famous general qualifications in the world. Most of them have died before they can bloom the light they deserve. Those who have become famous generals of a generation must not only have talents far exceeding others, but more importantly, they also need luck far exceeding others.

Only those who can survive will have the chance to shine. If they die, they will only become part of the mud.

The crossbows were ringing constantly, and thousands of soldiers adopted a three-stage shooting system. The crossbows were shooting continuously, causing huge casualties to the Pinglu army on the opposite side. Although there were also crossbows and bows and arrows in the Pinglu army, in terms of quantity, they could basically be considered negligible compared with the Tang army. In addition, the excellent armor quality of the Tang army made the Pinglu army's counterattack seem pale and powerless. However, the inspiration of the dead officer made many Pinglu army throw their spears into their hands while advancing, causing certain casualties to the Tang army.

After suffering huge casualties, the Pinglu army finally rushed to the shield formation. Many people's hands were empty, but at this time, if you don't kill people, people will kill you. At this point, there is not much difference between humans and wild beasts. Even with bare hands, the Pinglu army also roared and rushed forward and hit the shield desperately. Then, the horizontal swords that extended out from the shield were killed one by one.

But their impact was not ineffective. At least, they had bought time and space for the later generations. Pinglu army behind rushed up, stabbed the spear in his hand hard, and slashed the horizontal knife in his hand desperately.

The shield formation dispersed, and eight hundred soldiers fought fiercely with the enemy. Behind him, half of the technical soldiers also joined in with horizontal swords. The remaining people retreated for a certain distance, and still held the crossbow in their hands, calmly looking for the enemy. Of course, the firing rate was extremely slow, but they could always kill with one blow. The shooting level of these people was far superior to that of ordinary soldiers.

The First Battalion of Chengxu, who had completely crossed the river, immediately reinforced.

The continuous operation of three battle battalions on the mudflats made the first battalion move much faster. Even though mud and water were still squeezed out from the gaps between the wooden boards and branches, it would no longer prevent them from running.

At the front of the mudflat, Jose's slashing sabre in his hand had already been rolled up, and he had already used it as an iron rod. He finally came to Ren Xiaonian.

With one knife, he slapped a Pinglu soldier who was slashing at Ren Xiaonian's half kneeling on the ground. Looking at Ren Xiaonian who was bleeding from his body, Jose laughed: "Ren Dagou, you are about to become a dead dog."

Ren Xiaonian gritted his teeth and stood up. His leg was knocked on a stick. The bruises should have been broken. But he didn't want to lose face in front of Jose. He cut over Pinglu Jun who rushed up from the side with a knife and said coldly: "He Feizhu, you will become an ear in the future. Your nickname should be changed."

Jose was stunned and reached out to touch his head. At some point, the side curtain on the helmet disappeared, and half of his ears were indeed unable to touch them, and only one hand touched the blood.

"Mom, take a slap!" He was furious, holding the saber in both hands, and rushed into the dense Pinglu soldiers ahead like wild animals.

"One ear, wait for me!" Ren Xiaonian laughed loudly, dragged his injured leg, limped up and used José to open the way for him, so he would be much more relaxed.

The Sixth Battalion and the Second Battalion finally converged.
Chapter completed!