Chapter 210: The Good Use of Soldiers

"Boom!"

Xing Ao, who had received Zhao Wuxian's instructions, accurately sounded the alarm bell of death after the other party entered eighty steps.

Standing on the watchtower, Wuxian shouted to both sides: "All the talents, get up and shoot a volley, immediately bow your head and dodge!" ”

With that, he also shot the last arrow in the pot on his left waist.

On the watchtower in the inner city, there are a total of sixteen scholars, all of whom have been strictly trained under the guidance of the king's grandson. Prior to this, Jun and their two captains had already released seven or eight arrows each, killing and wounding nearly ten people.

They listened to the tense sound of the bowstring in their ears, and the refreshment of Wu Chang after suppressing his peers from a distance, and their fingers were already itchy. After hearing the sound, he immediately got up and fired his bow, shooting at the bright torch eighty paces away, and those flames that were intended to bring panic to Chengyi now became the best target to attract firepower.

So, at the moment when the Fan archers raised their bows and drew the strings in unison, ready to release the rockets, they only heard the sound of breaking the air in the dark night: this time it was no longer two scattered arrows, but a dense salvo of more than a dozen! Every arrow is a letter of death from the darkness!

Even though there was a row of armorers with dry shields in front of him to help resist, some archers subconsciously retracted the string and threw their bows and held their heads to dodge. There was even a panic that directly spread it and shot the armor in front of him.

Puff puff!

This time - ± volley, a dozen or so arrows, most of which landed accurately on the head of the ranks, and the others missed. Another half was blocked by the armor with a dry shield, and the real damage caused was only five lives. But the more important effect was that the formation of the salvo was completely disrupted.

"Put!"

Only a small half of the Fan archers remained. Still steady the bow in his hand and face the night. Dozens of flashing rockets were thrown out of Chengyi's back door in unison!

They burned, they glowed, and after flying to the highest point against the wind, they were blocked in vain, and fell diagonally towards the watchtower and the gate of the city!

It's like a shooting star that pierces the night sky!

……

"Keep your head down and dodge!"

Looking upstairs, after Zhao Wuxian shot an arrow first, he immediately sat down on the ground, with a thick wooden plank behind him. To be on the safe side, I also touched the poplar shield prepared on the watchtower. Upside down on the top of his head, the corners of his mouth are full of smiles.

When he was shooting an arrow, he felt the direction of the wind and realized that it was blowing from the south at this time, which was just right.

Although the wind is not strong, it will still have some effect on the lighter weight arrows, and it is expected that the opponent is far away. These upcoming rain of arrows will greatly reduce the threat to Chengxiang.

The priests on the watchtower were similar, and immediately after shooting an arrow, they lowered their bodies, and also looked for wooden shields or dead corners to dodge.

A moment later. A sharp whistle sounded, and dozens of rockets lit with anointing oil pierced the sky and fell staggering in this direction. Because there is a headwind high up at night. Coupled with the interference caused by the Chengxiang Caishi shooting arrows first, most of those arrows missed the position. Messily inserted into the road, or on the wall.

Only a dozen or so successfully crossed the wall. Throwing down from the middle of the city, the tile roof of the watchtower is scattered in the open space.

But they still caused the death or injury of several people who did not hide well in several locations in the city, and the cries of pain rang out from time to time, and a house that had not had time to clean up also burst into flames.

Some anxious Chinese people got out of the tiled house, holding buckets and trying to put out the fire, Mucha and the others hurriedly shouted: "Come back quickly!" ”

But it was too late, and the second wave of arrows had arrived, and they flew in all directions like locusts, and two arrows pierced the internal organs and thighs of the man on the spot, and nailed him to the ground, and he was not alive.

This time, without the interference of the watchtowers, the number of arrow rain was much more, and the quality of aiming also increased a lot. On the wooden shield in Zhao Wuxian's hand, an arrow was also inserted with a ding, which shocked his arm numb, but fortunately it did not penetrate in.

Fortunately, the headwind weather helped Zhao Wuxian a lot, and many rockets went out in mid-air, and only a few were still burning with flames. It fell on the walls and tiles smeared with dung and mud, and the roof of the watchtower soon turned into a wisp of green smoke.

When the first wave of arrows fell, the soldiers of Chengxiang had already gained dodge experience, and they all honestly retreated to a safe place. Although some people were injured this time, there were a few screams of pain, but they were quickly covered by the people next to them, and in the end, there were no deaths.

Thanks to the direction of the wind, most of the arrows were left outside the wall, and the sporadic flames were not key locations, and after being poured a scoop of water in the kettle by the people next to them, they were extinguished, so there was nothing to fear.

"You have heaven's help!" Holding a brochure to record his exploits, and at the same time temporarily serving as a judge, supervising everyone's success, he has been taught by Wu Zhu's father for many years, and subconsciously shouted like this.

Unexpectedly, this sentence actually caused a resonance, and the villagers and the countrymen all nodded in unison, feeling that this was true.

Zhao Wuxian was secretly happy in his heart, and at the same time, he silently calculated that if the opponent's archers were still standing eighty paces away and shooting, although the threat to the city was not big for the time being. But in the long run, your chances of winning will become smaller and smaller.

In the eyes of the Chinese people, the newly built rammed earth wall in Chengxiang looks very thick and high. But such walls and fortifications are only stronger than the courtyard walls of their houses, and they can block sporadic bandits, but under the siege of thousands of Fan Zhongxing's soldiers, they really don't play a role.

He thought to himself: "Those archers just now suffered a careless loss, and I took the momentum first from ninety paces away, and it happened to be a headwind tonight, so there has been no major damage so far.

"If their brigade commander had been patient, and waited until the wind had stopped, or had the archers take turns to shoot at them, without playing with any rockets, and throwing them with ordinary arrows, we would have been shot and would not have dared to raise our heads. When the time comes, the armor guards the apprentices and rushes through this wall, and they can directly kill the generals! ”

Thinking of what would happen, Zhao Wuxian's heart suddenly felt heavy, if that was the case, the wall would be breached, only in the blink of an eye. In the melee, it is difficult to predict who will win or lose.

But if they can't hold their breath, they stop shooting arrows and venture forward......

Xing Ao also put a small shield upside down on his head. Under the rain of arrows, he could not stand up to check the enemy's situation. But it doesn't matter. When designing the watchtower, Zhao Wuxian asked the carpenter to open a movable hole in the wooden wall that could be revealed. Xing Ao was looking out from there.

"Jun, their arrows have stopped and they are moving forward!"

Sure enough, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Wuxian's mouth. The other party's brigade commander, although he knows a little about marching and fighting formations, is not sophisticated, especially with poor patience, and it seems that he is also a beginner on the battlefield.

It turned out that Fan Jia, who was a little impatient, was dissatisfied with the effect of this salvo. Forced the archers to keep some of their arrows closer. In his mind, the archers on the opposite lookout had been completely suppressed, and perhaps most of them had already been killed by the rain of arrows, and they could not pose a threat.

Although the Bank of China had some doubts about this proposal, he did not object, after all, he was pretending to be a thief tonight, and he was still on the territory of the Zhao family. The longer the time drags on, the more detrimental it is to them. What's more, this time, they Zhongxing clan provided apprentices and armorers who were good at mountain warfare, and archers in front. But it was the Fan family soldier.

This anxious fate is right in Zhao Wuxian's arms.

His voice resounded through the back door again: "Two, I was forced to be aggrieved by such a small night." Is there resentment in your heart? ”

With that, Wuxian got up first. Another arrow was fired at the column of enemies who had stopped shooting arrows and were moving forward.

"It's my turn to return the colors!"

This time he was aiming. It was the commander of the Fan family who was under the light of the torch and gave orders and was responsible for archery correction distance!

The captain was trying to persuade the archers, whose morale had risen slightly, to move their legs and feet forward again. But after only two steps, he saw a sharp arrow whistling and flying, and even though the armorer in front of him was holding his shield high, the arrow still drilled into the gap from a tricky horn and pierced deep into the shoulders of the pawn commander! Knock him to the ground.

Fang Cai looked at the death-like silence on the tower, as if the villagers had been shot to death, but in fact, they all shrank in the watchtower, using shields to protect themselves, and only two of them were slightly injured. This will have Jun take the lead, and the morale will be greatly boosted, and they will also stand up in a group, throwing retaliatory feathered arrows into the ranks of marching archers.

Suddenly, in these short ten and twenty steps, the Fan Clan archers paid the price of one or twenty lives.

Although the pawn commander was wounded, there were still two Sima and Wu Chang to maintain order, and they actually held on to a distance of more than sixty paces, and the one-sided killing turned into a back-and-forth shooting, during which there were mutual casualties.

The number base is placed here, and the soldiers of Chengxiang have been suppressed again, but the casualty rate of the Fan archers has also been as high as 20%, looking at the gradually thinning queue around them, everyone is a little unable to hold on. They opened their bows more and more anxiously and casually, their accuracy became worse and worse, the armorers who raised their shields also fell from time to time, and the column of soldiers holding torches behind them did not dare to approach.

After Fan Jia, who was on the chariot, saw Fang Cai's order, the effect was even worse, and he was a little impatient. His own famous archer, but he was countered by more than a dozen people on the other side, and he thought that he could easily crush this town today, but he was aggrieved for no reason. Without consulting with the BOC, he hurriedly issued a new order.

"The archers stepped back, ordered the soldiers to hold the stakes, and began to charge, breaking through the wall!"

"Slowly, the archers can't retreat, but they have to approach step by step, divide into two batches on the left and right, suppress the arrows in the city from the two wings, and give way to the middle way for the apprentices to charge! Don't go to hit the pile first, send a wave of people to fill in the ditch, move the fence, and attract attention with moths. ”

The Bank of China's black hume hurriedly spoke to stop it, and suddenly felt that two commanders of equal status were troublesome.

However, Fan Jia just frowned, but agreed, and at the same time, the Bank of China Hei Hu was not satisfied with the weak attack of the fox baby at the front door, and sent someone over to urge him strictly!

And Zhao Wuxian's side also said to Cheng Xuan: "The situation in the city, the outside can only be roughly guessed, so it has been projectile aimlessly. In their minds, a few people met the enemy inside, and they must have formed a dense formation, and the rain of arrows was falling, how could they kill and injure the Venerable Master and cause chaos. In fact, because we were well prepared, the rockets did not have much effect, and there were many bunkers at the back door, so there were no more than a dozen casualties, and the injured had already been sent to the village temple along the wall for treatment. ”

"However, if the opponent's apprentice moth attacks next, this short country wall will have to fight on its own!"

When the time comes, the townsmen and the guards will become the main force of resistance.

Zhao Wuxian was an ordinary person in his previous life, although he loved military history, he was just talking on paper. But after coming to the Spring and Autumn Period, he was very diligent and good, and learned the laws of war in this era from the words and deeds of Wang Sun Period Yang Tongue Rong Post Wuzheng and others, as well as the concise and concise "Sima Law".

Combined with the experience of later generations, as well as personally training soldiers, he gradually figured out some doorways, and according to different situations, he could basically guess some measures on the other side.

So the current Zhao Wuxian can barely be called "".

Before the words fell, Xing Ao made a loud announcement, saying that the archers gradually walked while shooting, dividing into two wings to the left and right, and on the side of the chariot, a drummer began to beat the drum. (To be continued......)

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