Chapter 5: Fierce Battle ()

Wang Qinian looked at the groups of black shadows below the slope, blurring in the dim moonlight, as if moving something. The enemy kept harassing him all night, shooting cold arrows, throwing stones, beating gongs, etc., and kept moving the row forward. Now the front was only about 100 steps away from the outer ring. Fortunately, the soldiers under him were all veterans, except for a few sentries on duty, they could rest well, but the coachman and servants almost didn't fall asleep. They all tried to open their eyes and grasp the handle of the spear. After four hours, they were all trapped and tilted. There was no way. Those people had never seen this scene.

"It's already the fourth update. It's probably the gang of bandits will come up as soon as the sky is dawn. Erlang has any tricks?" Gao Chong asked from behind. Wang Qinian looked back and saw that his eyes were covered in blood and his lips were chapped. He seemed to be ten years old. He didn't look like he was usually a bit arrogant in the Jiedu Mansion. He felt a sense of sorrow in his heart, and he held back his smile and said, "There are any tricks? At this time, two rats fight in the cave. The brave will win. As long as we resist today, the morale and food of these bandits will not be enough. It's just a pain. I didn't expect that the escort was so dangerous this time. Why do you have to do this job of adding a sword?"

"Yes, but the captured call yesterday to the bandits admit that the new ones were from Qijiazhuang people, and the other three were Li Sheer and Xu Dayan. The people from Qijiazhuang seemed to be the ones who were fighting the Vermilion Bird Banner, which seemed quite tricky." Gao Chong stroked his long beard and said, while the two of them were thinking hard, but they were relatively speechless. In the blink of an eye, it was dawn, and the camps on the slopes were restless, and the smoke rose. The soldiers on both sides were having a full meal, preparing for this final try.

Lu Fang held a thorn stick in his hand and walked through the ranks of the team. From time to time, he knocked on the shoulders of familiar soldiers with thorn sticks, saying some dirty jokes to relieve his nervousness. The soldiers of these Qijiazhuang were far superior to those of the other three refugees. Although they were not as armored as black clouds, they all carried large shields, two short spears that were 8 feet long and had short swords on their waists. The shield was big enough to cover a person from head to toe behind, and concave from both sides in the middle, as if two mud balls of flattened up and down, and were slapped on the shoulders of a strap. The soldiers in the front three rows were all wearing simple leather armor, and the soldiers were all green and strong. These soldiers formed three 10x8 square formations.

In front of these three square arrays are the archers on the slope. The bows in their hands are quite strange. If you look closely, you will see a long thick and thin wooden strip in the middle, with thin bamboo sticks sticking to the outside of the wooden strips. The two ends of the bows inlaid with horns or bones are slightly bent to the outside. They are one person tall and 6 feet long. After putting on the strings, they seem to be a long "c" character tied up the old linen on the arrows, and then scooped out black sticky objects from the clay pots on the fires next to them and applied them on the linen. The refugees from the far back looked at the archers' actions curiously, whispering to guess what they were.

After inspecting the queue, Lu Fang returned to the front of the queue, picked up the shield, and began to rhythmically tap the shield with the side of the waist knife. The soldiers behind him also tapped their shields with the handle of the spear, and kept making "Balabala" roars. The loud shield strikes and low roars gradually merged into one. With Lu Fang's gesture, the archers advanced to the back of the row, ignited the arrows soaked in black viscous on the torch behind the row, and then half-tilted towards the camp on the half-slope.

"Swoosh!" A rocket fell down and inserted it to Chen Wu's feet. He curled his body into a ball and tried to shrink under the shield. The rest of the matter would be blessed by his ancestors.

"Fortunately, the one who came this time was Wang Ziwei, General Wang's adopted son. He has experienced many battles. He has cleaned up all the plants and trees on the ground. The big truck carrying silk cloth is also on the inside, and even the cart is covered with soil. See what your rockets are burning, huh? Why is this smell so strange? Cough cough!" Chen Wu coughed in pain, his face full of tears.

The camp was in chaos, and the soldiers were crying and snot, covering their mouths and noses in pain. The rockets did not hurt anyone, nor did they burn anything, but the black smoke emitted by the burning rockets made the soldiers breathe very painfully, and the war horses were restless and restless. The cavalry next to them had no way to control them. The sergeant commanders tried their best to keep the soldiers quiet, but obviously their efforts were of no effect.

"The bandits are coming," a sharp-eyed guy shouted.

"Instead of being choked to death here, it's better to rush out and kill. Are those rioters who are not even worthy of bamboo guns or are our opponents of Heiyundu?" another voice answered.

Suddenly, the sergeant shouted endlessly, and the sergeant could no longer control the soldiers. Later, even they were entangled. The soldiers lined up in a row, mixed with the selected coachmen and servants in the center and the right wing, all breathing heavily in the air outside, and were stunned by the situation below.

The infantry raised their shields in a diagonal manner, and the cold light of the spear tips was revealed in the gap between the shields. The movements were consistent, like a man, accurately as if the invincible siege hammers were rushing up from the slope, stepping on the dangerous ground of the corpse pillow, disappearing into the smoke, and then crossing the smoke, appearing in front of them, always dense, approaching each other, immediately behind, the noisy battlefield became quiet at this time, and they could hear their neat steps. Looking down from a distance, it seemed like a huge centipede climbing up the hillside. This large group of people seemed to have become a monster, and there was only one

The heart of each team winds and stretches with the terrain, like a link of coelenteric animals. Through the gaps of smoke, countless spear tips, shields, helmets, and suppressed breathing sounds, with fierce and orderly sounds, and the layers of shields were revealed on the top. This scene seemed to appear in a dream. Similar images were heard in the strange stories of the old man in the village when he was a child. Those giant snakes, golden crows, and the giant beasts on the ancient battlefield of Zhulu were strong and majestic. The soldiers raised their long spears in their hands, tightened their muscles, and prepared to give the other a head-on blow.

The two sides were only twenty steps away, and the drums became louder. The attacker suddenly threw out the short spear in his hand, and then held the spare short spear originally clamped on the shield handshake and pounced on it.

The rain-like short spear hit many soldiers, but the soldiers in Heiyundu are worthy of being a battle. Their formation did not collapse, but instead stabbed the enemy's shield even more fiercely with long spears. The soldiers of Qijiazhuang also pressed their shoulders against the shield, trying their best to get close to the opponent so as to use the short spear and sword in their hands. From the gap between the shield, they pierced into the opponent's body, or simply squeezed the opponent to the ground with their feet and stomped to death. The soldiers on both sides did not waste their strength on shouting and killing. On the battlefield, they only heard the sound of weapons colliding, the muffled sound of the spear piercing into the body, and the dying moan.

At the beginning, the left wing of Qijiazhuang was almost immediately destroyed. The right wing of the chariot camp was almost all the veterans of Heiyundu. They were condescending, aiming at the gap between the shields and stabbed them, almost knocking down the soldiers in the first row at once. Some even pierced the shields and nailed their opponents to the ground. The soldiers who were not knocked back into the sparse second and third rows. They had to retreat side by side and stand shoulder to shoulder, so as to better protect themselves and their companions with their shields, like a wall.

The soldiers on the right wing had long spears as if they were frightened porcupines, constantly forcing the enemy in front to retreat, but their victory ruined themselves. The soldiers in the middle of the caravan and the left wing could not advance with the victory of the right wing, but were pressed by the opponent and had to retreat. Many of them were just coachmen and servants before this, and hesitated in the face of the blade and spear tips in front of them, so the connection between the center of the car camp and the right wing front line broke, and a large gap appeared.

Wang Qinian and Lu Fang saw all this almost at the same time, but Wang Qinian had no reserve team in his hands. The cavalrymen were frightened by the horses and had already picked up long spears and joined the battle formation. Lu Fang, who had more people, quickly let his archers throw down their long bows, picked up their protective waist knife and rushed in through the gap, surrounded them from the side. The battle quickly turned into a one-sided massacre. Those soldiers who desperately used the twelve-foot-long spear in their hands to attack the soldiers facing their hands found that there were enemies behind and on the side stabbing them with short swords.

The ranks were so dense that even turning around and facing the opponent became a luxury. The soldiers screamed and fell down, covering their ribs with their hands, and futilely stuffed the outflowing internal organs back into their bodies. More and more people threw down their weapons and fled. Only the soldiers from Heiyundu fled in groups of two or three, drawing out their swords and fighting, but the enemies on the front also squeezed over like a wall, and the short swords and short spears kept stabbing out of the gap between the shields, and many people were hit by the front and back.

The soldiers of the Black Clouds on the right wing had to move closer to each other. The hedgehog formed a group to form a circular formation and retreated to the formation of a chariot camp, tenaciously resisting the siege of the opponent. They even remained motionless in the face of the longbowman who was 30 steps away, as if a wounded wild boar surrounded by a hunter in a cave, which made people dare not approach it. Until the frightened defeated soldiers who escaped into the chariot camp picked up the crossbow, climbed onto the roof, and forced the pursuers to retreat, they slowly retreated to the camp.

Chen Wu held the horizontal knife tightly in his left hand and leaned on the ground, otherwise he would have doubted whether he could stand upright on himself. The wounds on his body were not many of the more than 40 people left in the black cloud, but they were all very serious. He was stabbed by a short spear on his left rib, which was probably already hurting his internal organs. He covered the wound with a finger missing. That was the credit of an opponent's dagger when he was snatching the tooth flag with the enemy just now. As for the opponent, his brain had broken down to the ground. While he lost his right finger, the handle of the left hand also came on his head. Every time he breathed, it seemed like a knife was stirring in his lungs. I wonder if he would vomit blood in the next moment.
Chapter completed!