His own soldiers followed him, keeping enemies on both sides for him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

These soldiers were superior in strength and fighting skills than ordinary native soldiers, and were more experienced in the face of spear stabs, and in groups of several people, after holding the spear in front, some of them rolled to the ground to cut off the opponent's legs and feet. The guards were at a loss for this combination of tactics, and they were cut down more than a dozen at once.

For a while, with Huang Mengjia as the arrow, the pro-soldiers followed, and the strict formation of the escort team was smashed open, and the death of being hit by the iron rod was too miserable, and the guards who had the upper hand fell into a panic, and the formation was also chaotic, and the situation became passive.

In the summer, Nan's heart tightened, this was the first battle after the expansion of the Escort Force, and this was also the real first battle since the establishment of the Escort Force. In comparison, the attack on Hujiazhuang was more like an actual combat exercise. This battle is not only related to the fate of the entire escort team, but also the fate of his entire crossing career.

If the battle is lost and this armed force is lost, even if he and Lin Weiye can escape alive, there is no guarantee that the developing industrial system under construction will survive, and the factory without the protection of force is just meat on the enemy's chopping block for others to slaughter.

If you lose, you're nothing!

No, we have traveled to this era, with knowledge and technology beyond the current centuries, so blessed with such unique conditions, it is bound to make a career, and we cannot die at the hands of this barbarian!

Xia Nan yelled: "No, I won't lose to you this brute!" ”

He shouted at the panicked guards: "Don't panic, raise your gun, stab!" ”

After speaking, he took the lead in raising his spear and rushed to the front, ignoring the hook knife wielded by the native soldiers, a standard assassination action stabbed towards the pro-soldiers around Huang Mengjia, and one pro-soldier couldn't resist it, was pierced through the abdomen, and fell down. And in the summer, Minami's shoulder was also scratched by a hook knife, and the blood stained the shoulder red.

The guards in the chaos were greatly encouraged to see that the leader was so brave, and followed Xia Nan to stab Huang Mengjia and his own soldiers together. A row of spears stabbed out neatly, and the soldiers could not find the opportunity like just now, and after falling a few people, they retreated one after another.

Huang Hansheng was closest to him, raised his spear, and also shouted "Kill!" The movement was steady and powerful, stabbing one of the pro-soldiers in the chest.

Driven by them, the guards whose momentum was suppressed shouted in unison, "Kill!" "The spear in the hand is stabbed.

The guards who had recovered the formation were neatly stabbed, and even the brave yellow fierce armor was also stagnant. Just now he took advantage of the opponent's surprise to open the gap, the opponent's formation is no longer tight, Huang Mengjia has a chance, and now the opponent is lined up, facing the neat spear, for a while, like a dog biting a hedgehog and having no way to speak, he has to keep retreating.

After the convoy resumed formation, the native soldiers of the Foot Pass temporarily lost their initial courage to fight against death, and kept their distance from each other to avoid being stabbed by spears.

Although the native soldiers are brave, they are also flesh and blood, and the previous sacrifice of their lives in exchange for a casualty ratio far exceeding the other party's casualty ratio, and then their own leader saw that he rushed out of a gap, but was resisted, facing the tip of the spear that flashed with cold light, dripping with the blood of the clansmen, and even the bravest warrior lost his sharpness. For a while, there was a brief confrontation between the two sides, and they were no longer scuffled together as they had just been.

When the opportunity came, Xia Nan shouted in a low voice, "Yang Youji!" ”

After several battles, Yang Youji already had a tacit understanding with Xia Nan, he understood the meaning of this shout, and retreated to the back of the escort array without saying a word, stood on a pile of rocks, and took off the bow behind his back.

A sharp-eyed soldier beside Huang Mengjia saw Yang Youji's movements, he knew the power of this Han man's archery, and a chill rose in his heart, and he desperately rushed up to block Huang Mengjia, shouting: "Be careful!" ”

As soon as the words fell, an arrow shot silently into this pro-soldier like a poisonous snake, passing through his body, and the remaining strength was not weakened, and he was nailed to Huang Mengjia's body.

Huang Mengjia was shocked, this Han man's archery skills are unpredictable, and the two sides are not fighting together at the moment, just giving the other party a chance.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow, pushing the corpse of his own soldier away. The arrow pierced his soldier's chest and wounded his right shoulder. He glanced at the wound, but fortunately he hadn't poisoned the arrow, otherwise the arrow would have killed him. Before he had time to treat his wounds, his figure flashed, hidden among his own soldiers, and he knew that the next arrow would definitely come.

Sure enough, an arrow immediately followed by an arrow that pierced the two pro-soldiers, and the two were strung together by an arrow and fell to the ground, with their chests against their backs, and their eyes rolled white, looking terrifying and funny.

Before the soldiers could react, the deadly arrows came one after another. The pro-soldiers were completely unable to resist and fell one by one.

Someone raised the wooden shield in his hand, but still could not escape the terrible arrow, the wooden shield was shot by the arrow, and was shot through with a snap, and the arrow was nailed to the chest together with the palm of the shield holding the shield.

Seeing that the pro-soldiers fell one by one, and the human wall formed by the formation opened a gap, the surrounding native soldiers rushed forward one after another, blocking the front and protecting their leader.

There was a strange scene on the battlefield, the escort team maintained a confrontation with the Foot Chopping Soil Soldiers, and the Native soldiers only cared about the leader of the guard, and did not dare to fight back, because as long as they launched an offensive formation, the Lord of the Mountain who lost the barrier would definitely be killed by an arrow.

Yang Youji stood at the back of the array, like an emotionless killing machine, tirelessly shooting arrow after arrow, and the entire battlefield was like he singled out hundreds of other people. His arrows were fast and fierce, and they were overwhelmed.

Huang Mengjia, who was protected by the soldier's human flesh as a shield, stared at Yang Youji through the crowd, hating his teeth, he had no divine power, but he couldn't cross the spear array to kill this archer, and the situation was extremely passive.

Xia Nan saw the bargain and motioned to Huang Hansheng to help Yang Youji. Huang Hansheng also took off the bow and shot it when he opened the bow.

The addition of Huang Hansheng became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the soldiers could no longer suppress their fear of death, and began to flee sporadically.

The frontal fight could not take advantage, and the only opportunity created by Huang Mengjia and his own soldiers was also pushed back by the counterattack led by Xia Nan, and now his morale is low. Faced with the long-range strikes of the two archers on the other side, the attack of the two people is actually stronger than the lethality of a group of archers, and the side of the chopping foot is in a dilemma: should they continue to fight with arrows, or retreat?

After a moment of hesitation, some of the soldiers fell one after another.

Yang Youji no longer used the arrows, he pulled out all the remaining arrows in the quiver, put them on the bow, and shot them out once, like a rain of arrows, and the soldiers fell down screaming. Now the native soldiers could no longer hold on, and they all shouted in unison, and all ran back, and hundreds of people fled back to their positions with shouts, leaving behind wounded and corpses.

Yang Youji had no arrows in his hand and could no longer attack, standing there coldly with his bow in his hand, like a god of death who had harvested his life, condescendingly looking at the battlefield.