Jin Zhu was a little confused, this is not yet a battle. There are no crossbow arrows from the Han army in front, why are so many people lying down? Is it witchcraft?

This time, Jin Zhu fully learned the lesson of the last time, and did not dare to make a large-scale sacrifice before the battle between the two armies. The lesson of blood must be learned, and this is where Jinzhu is stronger than Ou Zhen.

"My lord, the Han people buried iron nails at the gate of the city. Our soldiers are all stabbed in the foot, you see this. A village owner said, offering an unusually smelly iron nail with both hands. This iron nail is quite strange-looking, with four sharp points. Each tip is facing in a different direction. Jin Zhu threw it to the ground, and was surprised to find that no matter how he threw it, there was a spike pointing upwards.

"Go to the city and recruit some people, and let them sweep the gates of the city with brooms." Jin Zhu angrily threw the iron nail in his hand far away. It's damn damn that there's such a thing. It must have been made by the legendary Han Hou Ye, if he can escape and ascend to heaven this time. Be sure to ask the high priest to send his most capable men to assassinate him.

Before the army had left the city, a crowd of people was driven out with brooms. The ground clanged, and identical triangular nails were swept out of the pile. Jin Zhu had a headache when he looked at this pile of things, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers wearing Han army armor and holding Han army shield weapons rushed out of the city gate.

Countless pairs of big feet stepped on the ground "bang" and "bang", which can be regarded as full of momentum. The residents who had swept the floor hid under the wall and watched, waiting for the army to return to their homes in the city. After the last Han army sacked, they no longer had the heart to watch the excitement. Besides, this place will become a battlefield in an instant, and these residents of Shangsha City don't want to stay for a second longer.

Yun Xiao looked at Yiqiqi in front of him with interest, and casually ordered: "Let people get some iron-tire crossbows and shoot those with shields." I thought that with a shield, I would be able to block our crossbow arrows, but I really took it for granted. ”

"No!" The iron guard responded violently, and then a flag was played. Goshawk sees. Immediately ordered a hundred guards to carry iron-tired crossbows on their backs. He was at the front, and now he had a boxwood bow in his hand, and ten pots of arrows on his side. It seems that the old goshawk is going to open the killing ring in this battle, and after shooting the ten arrows according to his archery method, I am afraid that the flat ground in front of him is already full of corpses.

Jin Zhu looked at the dirt slope opposite and gritted his teeth. This first wave rushed up. is his own lineage. They were dressed in discarded armor from the Han Chinese, and held large shields and blades made of bronze in their hands. This is already all he can give, if it is to fight in the country of Yoro. This team of men can sweep away any village, and they have great confidence in the first attack on Jinzhu.

The horn sounded again, "woo" and "woo", and the Yelang warriors of the Jinzhu headquarters were making the final preparations. They tied their blades to their hands with hemp rope and at the same time tied shields to their forearms. This is a sign of a battle to the death, and making such preparations means that they will not voluntarily withdraw from the battlefield except to die in battle.

The corners of Yun Xiao's mouth curled, and he put down the telescope in his hand. The armed forces of ethnic minorities have never suppressed the ethnic groups of the Central Plains in terms of equipment and numbers. So they chose a different weapon. That's barbarism.

The Huns defeated the Han army with their savage physique and fierce horses, and these southern peoples had no horses. The physique is not as strong as the Huns, and all they can rely on is spiritual savagery.

The Yelang soldiers began to charge, and more than a thousand pairs of large feet were raised almost simultaneously. They weren't organized, but they were so neat. They don't know what to order, but none of them are willing to lag behind. As if the starting gun sounded, the Yelang soldiers rushed out frantically towards the Han army.

Those big shields were ten pounds, but they looked light in their hands. A large shield protects the body. It was like a goshawk with no eyes, and it didn't have a brainless way to crash into the built defense line.

"The one with the shield in front of the iron-tired crossbow shot. The archers shoot those who don't take them behind. "The goshawk gave the order unhurriedly, and the shield made of bamboo is also called a shield? It's not easy to deal with the bow and arrow from a distance, but the iron-tired crossbow is not a problem at all.

Let you boys rush to the death, you fucking yourself can't blame anyone else. The bows and arrows along the way are enough for you, and the trenches in front of you are even more nightmarish. Looking at those dense spikes, the goshawk was full of confidence. See how the barefoot guys are able to get through guò here. The goshawk waited for that heart-rending scream to sound.

A sharp whistle sounded. The Yun family guards drew arrows from the husks in front of them one after another. Shot at the Yelang soldiers in the distance, and the guys in front handed them to the iron-tired crossbow, and the ones behind were their dishes. Those guys don't have any armor on them, and they don't even have blades in their hands. They actually rushed up one by one with big wooden sticks, and the Yun family guards admired their courage very much.

The armor cone is a bit wasteful on them. The only armor of those Yelang soldiers was the human skin they wore on their bodies.

The crazy rain of arrows was like a sparrow in a wheat field, and it suddenly "whirred", and the sound seemed to be blowing in the wind. The Yelang soldiers were clumsy stakes, arrows piercing their skin and into their flesh. Each arrow brought a handful of flying blood.

Despite being far away, Yun Xiao seemed to hear the "poof" and "poof" sound that pierced into his flesh. It's a little sore to think about, and the faces painted one by one in the telescope are hideous. The pain distorted their features, and a huge pimple formed between their eyebrows.

Their mouths were open, and Yun Xiao seemed to be able to hear their screams and wails, already painfully giving them a feeling.

How so? Yun Xiao was a little surprised, he had never felt this way since he came to this world. He used to understand the pain of others, but now he seems to be able to feel it. What's wrong with me, I remember that when I first arrived in your realm, he was still a little inexplicably excited when he smelled blood.

The ground, which was clean just a moment ago, is now covered with corpses. The iron-tired crossbow began to exert its power, and the armor-piercing cone ruthlessly tore through the bamboo-made shields. Then he slammed into the body of the Yoro warrior. The faces of those Yoro warriors had disbelief on their faces, this thing was so sturdy. How could it not resist the arrows of the Han army?

They don't understand, and they don't have time to understand. Massive blood loss blurred their consciousness, and soon a rampaging body became a corpse. With astonishment and pain on their faces, the men behind them picked up their shields and weapons, straddled their corpses and continued to charge.

It's a life-and-death battle, and rushing out can get back to Yoro. You can go back to the warm jungle, and you can't rush out but starve to death in this strange land. The vast majority of them are first-time visitors, and they don't like it here and prefer their hometown.

Before the charge, they had already made a decision, even if they were killed in battle. There will also be robes to incinerate them, and their souls will be collected in the bones and limbs and brought back to Yelang for burial.

The goshawk wielded a boxwood bow and arrows like a cannon, and with each arrow fired, one fell to the ground and wailed. A battle of this magnitude seemed to him like a target, and those Yelang soldiers were not as fast as cavalry. Second, there is no solid protection. Third, there is no tactical action handed over by Hou Ye. It's much easier to shoot them than to shoot monkeys in trees.

Jin Zhu's eyes were red and his heart was beating, those were the descendants of his village. They are all first-class strong young men, and now they are harvested like good rice. Before they were halfway there, the ground was littered with corpses, and roughly there were five or six hundred people.

In this way, before they could touch the edge of the big pit, there would be no one left who was already dead.

"Your Majesty, didn't we capture a lot of bows and crossbows from the Han army. Why not use those bows and crossbows to fight back, even if they can't hurt those Han soldiers, they will be afraid to support the charging brothers. "A nimble village owner built yì road.

Their stockade was somewhat civilized, and the bows and arrows they had picked up along the way were delivered to him. This guy has organized people to study for a few days, and he already has a lot of experience. Although the archery was not very accurate, it was finally able to shoot. There are many accidents on the battlefield, and it is impossible to say which one is crooked.

Why didn't I think of this, Jin Zhu was a little self-blaming. But this is not the time to blame yourself: "You take your people up and cover the charge, this is a battle of life and death." If we lose, none of us will want to return to our hometown alive. For the sake of the loved ones at home, everyone has added a hand. ”

Jin Zhu began to flicker helplessly, and from the beginning of the charge, he found it in despair. It is basically impossible to rush out, and the hateful Han people have prepared the perfect killing battle array. Not to mention that there are only 20,000 or 30,000 Yelang soldiers, and if you want to rush out, I'm afraid it will take ten times more.

To rush through that trench, it was easy to fill it with corpses. Then he stepped on the corpses of his own people and began to climb the dirt mountain, and then stacked the corpses as high as the dirt mountain. They can then rush out by stepping on the corpses of their people.

A group of warriors with bows and crossbows rushed out, and the goshawks shot with joy. Coldly shot a crossbow arrow from the opposite side, Rao is his rich battlefield experience. The sixth sense caused him to subconsciously crouch down, and a crossbow arrow was shot at his helmet.

It's dangerous, if it's a split second. The bolt would shoot at his face, and a bolt from nowhere would end the goshawk's life. The old goshawk broke out in a cold sweat.

"Suppress the enemy crossbowmen!" The goshawk shouted, even though the Yarou's arrows shot crookedly. But because of this, everyone is in danger, because those arrows don't even know where the destination is, and basically they shoot where they are.

Yun Xiao was also frightened into a cold sweat, and looked back at Wei Qing who was standing below with dissatisfaction. If it was really this battle that broke his goshawk, he would not have been able to cut this kid. (To be continued......)