The stone railing on the bluestone bridge became the best cover for the Han crossbowmen at this time, not only the rebel arrows could not hurt them, but even the projectile, as long as the angle was hidden, it was also fearless, as if the wailing Han army on the bridge saw hope. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But there were only about 20 crossbowmen who survived, and even if they survived, the damage they could inflict on the rebels on the shore was really limited. Moreover, because of the distance between the two sides, even if the arrow hits accurately, it will not be able to successfully kill the enemy.

Because of this, on the bluestone bridge, the Han army with seven or eight arrows stuck in their bodies and still running hard can be seen everywhere. The arrows cut through their skin and pierced their muscles, but most of them were blocked by the hard bones, and some of them only pierced through the leather armor and hung on their clothes.

Wounds, when not fatal, greatly increase the ferocity of the enemy, prompting them to fight like madmen. Of course, there will also be a certain number of cowards who are afraid of death. Regardless of personality, bleeding from intense exercise after an injury can cause the wound to burst, causing secondary injuries and killing them more quickly.

Although Meng Yi has gray hair, it is undeniable that he is experienced in controlling the battle situation. He didn't care about the casualties of the sergeants, and after discovering that the rebels' arrows were attracted by the sergeants who were about to rush across the bluestone bridge in front, he immediately ordered ten teams of Han troops to run up the bridge in a denser array and at a faster speed.

This time, half of the ten sergeants were armed with crossbows, and their mission was to seize the position of the stone railing on the bridge at the first time and form an effective arrow suppression against the enemy...... Only in this way can those foot soldiers carrying large shields successfully break through the bluestone bridge and engage with the rebel foot soldiers guarding the bridge.

Once the two sides engaged, the enemy would stop shooting arrows in order to prevent accidental injury, and at that time, in front of the Han army, which had a huge numerical advantage, the 3,000 rebels could not afford to make any waves!

Time is very critical for Meng Yi, in his opinion, these three thousand rebels are the garrison army left by the thief leader in Yanbei on the Qingshi Bridge, at this time, the rebels' probe horses should be on the way to deliver the message, at most two hours, the rebels' brigade will rush to help.

So the time left for him, about an hour to end the battle.

But in fact, Koji had no intention of sending a scout horse before or now before the battle began, and in his opinion, the time had not yet come.

Because of the frustrated roundabout plan, holding this bluestone bridge has too much advantage in the eyes of Lu Yi, but the latter strikes the enemy can only do this, if he can't make any merit if he seizes such an opportunity, then he is not Lu Yi!

This is the first battle of the Battle of Liaoshui, and it will also be the battle of his Yiyi's fame in this world!

As if suddenly, the rain of arrows on the bridge increased, and hundreds of arrows were thrown at the rebel array on the bank of the river, causing a lot of commotion to Lu Yi's subordinates in the blink of an eye.

Lu Yi, who was galloping on a horse, took a cursory glance and estimated that nearly a hundred of his subordinates had fallen. It is unlikely that all of these men were mortally wounded, and it is likely that a single shot from the enemy caused him to break more than twenty of his men.

This made Lu Yi angry, and he angrily wanted to raise his hand to give the order, but Yu Guang glanced at the Han army on the bridge, but gave up, just squinted his eyes and glanced at it with a vicious look, and ordered the archer line to retreat another forty steps back and continue to throw at the bridge.

The hand-to-hand combat at the bridgehead entered a white heat. Lu Yi only arranged three teams of foot soldiers at the bridgehead, and they were far stronger than the Han army running hundreds of paces in terms of physical strength, and they were able to steadily suppress the enemy who passed through the rain of arrows in terms of numbers, so Lu Yi was not worried for the time being.

However, in order to be safe, he ordered three other groups of foot soldiers to line up not far from them, ready to meet them.

The blockade of the bridgehead has been carried out in the eyes of Lu Yi has been half carried out, and the results achieved are far better than he imagined, so far the Han army has pressed fifteen teams on the bluestone bridge, and more than half of them can not stand up, and then the next projectile can finally reach the bridgehead of the Han army at most more than two hundred foot soldiers, as for the four or five hundred crossbowmen hiding behind the stone fence Lu Yi is not worried, as long as they leave the stone fence is the fish on the chopping board, let him slaughter.

There were only two things he had to do.

The fast horse called the scout, and Lu Yi held the scout's shoulder on the horse's back and said: "Go and tell the general that Lu Yi's blocking is complete, and ask the general to order the north and south to ambush the troops in an hour!" ”

He still has to deal with the Han army for an hour!

Originally, with Lu Yi's idea, he wanted to achieve no less than 600 first-class records on the bluestone bridge, but at present, it seems that the arrangement is only halfway underway, and this goal has been achieved.

In his opinion, the credit for the victory in the first battle must have fallen on his head, but it was more or less a problem.

Raising two fingers to summon his subordinates, Lu Yi laughed on horseback with a heroic and unruly attitude, and asked loudly: "Do you dare to go, those Han soldiers who rushed across the bridge and shoot them clean?" ”

The leader of Huangzhong Yicong had a scar on his face, and the Qiang braids on his head looked very fierce, and his cold face had no expression, but he just gave up his promise, and immediately shouted a few words in the obscure Liangdi Qiang language, and gathered more than two hundred Yicong to his side.

These Qiang people galloped beside Lu Yi in a ring array unique to nomadic warriors, and after receiving the battle order, they whistled meaninglessly one by one, took off the riding bow in the horse's hip pouch during the gallop, and galloped towards the bluestone bridgehead where the battle was most fierce in alternate cover.

The distance of three or five hundred paces was only a dozen breaths for these knights on horseback, and the Liangzhou horse with a small head and Ili blood galloped under the force of a gallop, but the rider on the horse did not seem to attack, ran to the center of the chaos but did not attack, but suddenly turned the horse's head when the horse's nose was still a few steps away from the back of their own defenders, and rushed back to the way they came, as if they were not going to fight, but to show their superb horsemanship.

Just when the archers and rebel soldiers of the Han army who saw this scene were difficult to understand, they saw that the Qiang cavalry who was running like the wind suddenly seemed to have been discussed, and they spread the reins one after another, and with lightning speed, they picked up their bows and arrows, and turned their heads on horseback in various postures.

There are those who twist their waists and turn around, there are those who lean their heads almost against the horse's hips, and there are those who hang almost their entire bodies to the left or right of the horse's back, but they all use their strong legs to clamp their mounts tightly so that their bodies do not fall.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, these skilled Qiang men shot arrows in their hands in a very short time, and once again scattered around on their horses at a faster speed.

And those feather arrows, shot in a distance of about thirty paces as if in a straight line, one by one like a ghost chasing souls to kill the devil rushed to those predetermined targets, the terror of the righteous servants under the command of Lu Yi was manifested at this time, more than two hundred arrows crossed the rebel comrades and accurately hit at least fifty Han soldiers, and the vast majority of these fifty Han soldiers were still hit by several arrows at the same time, almost all of them were killed on the spot.

Because these arrows are all aimed at the head and neck.

Fast and precise, it comes and goes like the wind.

Even the best archers in the Han army could only watch the arrows they shot fall on the land where the Qiang horses had just scattered, and no one could accurately hit these galloping riders in the chaotic battlefield.

Although he has seen this kind of 'performance' hundreds of times, this has never affected his rough and happy smile every time he sees such a scene. Each of these Qiang horsemen was personally selected by him from those men displaced by the war in the past three or five years, and he personally trained him to this day, and each of them is one of the best in a hundred, and he can accurately hit an arrow stamped sixty paces away, even if he rides on a bumpy horse.

In the blink of an eye, the Qiang cavalry had turned their horses' heads and began their second charge.

"Quick, herald crossbowmen, aim at those cavalry!"

Meng Yi was furious on this side of the bridge, and roared to herald the order. The current situation is that more than 9,000 soldiers and horses are lined up at the end of the bridge, and it doesn't seem to be tense, but in fact, the situation is extremely bad for Meng Yi.

He must rely on a handful of men to break through the blockade on the other side and draw the attention of the rebel crossbowmen, or else the battle is in danger of being lost.

"General Zhonglang, it is better for the army to press on the bridge deck, and you can always break through the enemy's weak defense line with one blow!"

Looking at the adjutant general's plea, Meng Yi waved his hand a little angrily, if they were all like them, the army would be pressed as soon as their heads were hot, and no matter how elite their subordinates were, they would lose the war.

"How many casualties are there on the bridge now? Nearly half. Meng Yi raised his horsewhip and pointed to the bridge deck and said: "That's because there is a difference of several steps between the soldiers, the enemy crossbowmen cannot maintain accuracy, if you want to shoot and injure one of our soldiers, you will have to pay more than a dozen arrows, what if the army presses it?" Then maybe two or three arrows would kill one of our sergeants, do you want to leave two thousand men on this bridge? ”

Meng Yi shook his head hatefully, sneering in his heart, not to mention that if two thousand subordinates died here, the remaining soldiers would have retreated due to fear.

The crossbowmen on the bridge no longer targeted the rebels, and when they received the news, they pointed their full bows at the galloping riders, but to little avail. Even the most accurate archers could only shoot accurately within a hundred paces, but they were nearly a hundred and fifty paces away from those Qiang riders, not to mention that the figures of their horses flickered left and right, and they were not straight at all.

In the perennial life-and-death environment of Liangzhou, they have long learned how to dodge the enemy's arrows in battle.

Another rain of arrows shot at the bridgehead, and Meng Yi's ears were occupied by the wails of his subordinates.

After three Qiang cavalry shots, these rebels revealed their true plans, under the cover of the riders with no missing arrows, fewer and fewer Han troops rushed to the bridgehead, even the fish that slipped through the net under the rain of arrows were hacked to death by the foot soldiers, and then those rebel foot soldiers retreated.

The bluestone bridge in front of the court Zhonglang has long become a thorny and bloody road paved with wristless blood and endless wails.