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Chapter 341: Recruits and Veterans

The archers of Yanyunzhai have been lined up, and all the archers who can be mobilized have been transferred, according to the order of Xiong Kuohai, only three arrows per person will be issued, and then most of the archers must retreat to the camp, and five hundred archers will stay and assemble in the rear formation, once the men and horses of Wagangzhai break through the defense line, they must be suppressed with feather arrows.

Liang Shitai divided 10,000 horses into three teams, and the cavalry attacked the left flank of the Yanyunzhai army formation, trying to break through the left flank of the defense line, and then used the advantage of cavalry to cause an inverted bead curtain situation, while the main force attacked head-on, leaving 2,000 men and horses as rear support. He put the cavalry under the command of the lieutenant general Wan Baoshan, and he personally commanded the infantry attack.

"Behind the people of Yanyun Village is the Yellow River!"

Liang Shitai rode on his war horse and shouted loudly: "They have no way to retreat, brothers, we have tens of thousands of troops, even if we squeeze the people of Yanyunzhai into the Yellow River." Kill them, and don't leave them a chance to live. As long as you win this battle, the 10,000 acres of fertile land in Dongping County are waiting for you to share. The big boss has a military order, there are no rules for this expedition, what you rob is all yours, as long as you kill these enemies on the bank of the Yellow River who stop in front of you, the rich Dongping County belongs to you! ”

He pointed forward with the thick-backed simple knife in his hand: "There are only a few thousand of them, and one of you can drown them with a mouthful of foam, kill them, don't embarrass Lao Tzu!" The big boss is watching behind you, the reward of the whole vehicle is around the big boss, kill one person, reward the meat for ten times, kill two people, reward thirty times, kill five people, seal the travel rate, reward the meat for a hundred times! ”

He shouted loudly, trying his best to stimulate the murderous intent of the soldiers in Wagangzhai.

"Since a manly man is in the army, he should seek fame. Where's the fame? It's on the knife in your hand! ”

"Kill!"

He shouted, "Beat the drums, cheer!" ”

More than a dozen huge cowhide war drums beat up, and the rumbling war drums resounded in the sky. The first wave of more than 2,000 Wagangzhai soldiers screamed and killed them, and they all seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood. Although they were tired, they didn't think the battle was too difficult to fight. Their strength is several times that of Yanyunzhai's people, and the people of Yanyunzhai are not well prepared, so they are in a hurry to respond to the battle, and they have to guard against the 60,000 army of Hebei Wang Fubao, and the advantages are all on the side of Wagangzhai, there is no reason why they can't win this battle.

Xiong Kuohai stared at the enemy in front of him like a tide, and his hand holding the Mo knife became tighter and tighter. He joined the army in the early years of his great career, and later followed Li Xian, and fought for more than ten years, and he would no longer be trembling nervously when he went to the battlefield for the first time like a recruit. It's just that this battle is too special, and the future of the entire Yanyun Village seems to be on his shoulders. He was nervous, but there was an indescribable excitement mixed in the tension.

"Archer!"

When the men and horses of Wagangzhai rushed to about 200 steps away from the military formation, the majestic sea shouted fiercely: "Throw! Shoot the arrows! ”

More than a thousand archers sent their feathered arrows out almost at the same time, and the sound of bowstrings rang out. The projectile feathered arrows flew high into the sky, dense as flying locusts. Suddenly rose up the dense feather arrows in the sky, even blocking the sunlight, the dense feather arrows in the sky and a large shadow on the ground rushed forward quickly, and then in the crowd of Wagangzhai soldiers, the rain of arrows and the shadows on the ground coincided together.

Feather arrows smashed into the crowd like a rainstorm, and the soldiers of Wagangzhai with shields on their shoulders ran forward like crazy. They all know that when facing the feather arrow throw, they can only run forward to minimize the probability of being shot. The feathered arrows fired are not very precise to speak of, but the covering strikes are more powerful.

The feathered arrows fell into the crowd like a torrential rain smashing into a pond. It's just that the raindrops that fall into the pond and splash up are still water droplets, and the feather arrows smash into the crowd, splashing blood.

A soldier from Wagangzhai rushed forward with a scream against his shield, his shouts were not murderous, on the contrary, the trills betrayed his true feelings. Feathered arrows thumped against his shield, and it felt like death knocking on the door of his house. Separated only by a layer of leather-covered planks, death was so close.

His shout was to cheer himself on, he was on the battlefield for the first time, carrying a piece of bun into the Wagangzhai army, and also carrying a beautiful dream of fame but taking it right away. Liang Shitai's words just now made his blood boil, and he felt that all that was left in his mind was the thought of rushing forward.

Homicide!

He shouted loudly in his heart: I want to kill!

As long as you kill enough five people, you can be a brigade leader, and your subordinates will lead a hundred people, if you really succeed, then you will be the first person in the village to be an official, so that those who bully you on weekdays will be envious.

His steps grew faster and faster, almost as fast as his heartbeat.

When the sound of the feathered arrows above his head hitting the shield ended, he knew that the first round of throwing by the archers of Yanyunzhai had ended. Putting down his shield, he looked left and right, and saw that several of the people who had run with him were gone, and he did not dare to look back, because he knew that his companions had fallen to the ground and could not get up again. Even those who were injured and did not die could not escape the footsteps of their companions running up from behind. On the battlefield, no one has mercy.

At this time, he remembered the advice of the veteran of the same country who took good care of him.

When attacking forward, the defending archers generally have at least three volleys. The first round is a throw, a throw-out without purpose, and whoever is unlucky will die. At this time, you should try to bend down and run, with the shield on your head, and never take the shield off. The second round is a flat shot, the third round is a save shot, and at this time it is who rushes in front and who is unlucky. So if you don't die after the first round of throws, then you have to find someone to hide behind him, so that you will never be hit by a flat feather arrow.

Thinking of this, he immediately looked forward.

In front of him was a thin-looking figure, staggering in his running, and looking at the soldier's shoulders so narrow, and the hand holding the shield trembling so much, he was a little dissatisfied with the companion he had chosen. Obviously, the soldier is still a child, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and his immature body can block the feather arrows for himself?

Just as he was about to change someone else to follow, he suddenly saw his companions in front of him fall down one after another like wheat cut by a sickle, and the people were torn off by feather arrows layer by layer, and the wailing sound shook his ears with a faint pain. He knew he didn't have a chance to choose again, so he ran a few steps quickly to keep up with the thin figure. Feathered arrows flew densely, and the sound of swishing sometimes whistled close to the ears.

I don't know what's wrong, he is usually very kind, and he doesn't even dare to stare at the pig, he grabbed the young soldier in front of him, and he pulled the soldier hard to prevent him from running forward. The soldier, who had no fluff on his lips, looked back at him in surprise, and found that it was the eldest brother who had given him half a piece of bread this morning.

He didn't understand what the other party meant, and thought that the other party was pulling him for fear of getting hurt.

"Big brother, why are you pulling me?"

The young soldier asked, looking back.

He looked at the child's still slightly immature face, hesitated for a moment and said three words: "I'm sorry." ”

At this moment, the young soldier's body trembled violently, and an arrow was shot at his chest, and the young soldier looked down, and then cried out in fright. Soon, the second and third feathered arrows flew in, and the sound of popping was incessant, and no less than six or seven feathered arrows were immediately inserted into the young soldier's body. Before he died, the young soldier finally understood why this kind big brother had pulled him, and he gave himself half a piece of bread but took his own life.

The resentment and anger in the eyes of the young soldier before he died startled him, he looked at the young man guiltily, and said in his heart I'm sorry, if there is a next life, I will block the arrow for you. The young man's warm blood splashed his face, and he wiped the blood away, not looking at the limp corpse again.

He took a deep breath, and as soon as he calmed down, he suddenly found that he had rushed to the front, and his companions who had just run in front of him had already arrived. The moment he woke up, his heart immediately jumped violently. In an instant, his face was bloodless with fright.

The third volley was a packed shot, and the feathered arrows were dense like fists!

Thinking of the advice of the veteran of the village, the clothes on his body were immediately stuck with cold sweat that scared out.

I'm going to find someone to block my arrows!

The thought popped up irrepressibly in his head. So he turned, trying to retreat behind his companions. But at this moment, he suddenly felt the clothes behind his back tighten. I don't know why his reaction at this time was so fast, and he immediately understood that someone was grabbing the clothes on his back, and someone was going to use himself as a shield!

He glared back sharply, and then he saw the veteran who took good care of himself.

"I'm sorry!"

He heard the old soldier say these three words, and then the third round of feather arrows from Yanyun Village arrived. It was really as the old soldier of the same country said, the feather arrows were as dense as a huge fist, and they smashed him, and in just a moment, a layer of spikes grew on his body. Dense feather arrows pierced him, and the dream of killing people and seizing fame suddenly woke up at this moment.

When you wake up from a dream, you can't dream anymore.

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The feather arrows smashed the soldiers rushing over from Wagangzhai to the ground, and the corpses full of feather arrows fell to the ground one after another. More than a thousand archers fired three volleys, and at least seven or eight hundred watt soldiers were killed. Most of the dead were recruits, because the veterans knew how to survive as much as possible on the battlefield. There is very little sympathy and pity at this time, and surviving yourself is the most important thing.

After three rounds of feather arrows, the soldiers of Wagangzhai had already rushed to a distance of about forty steps away from the Yanyunzhai military formation. The archers of Yanyunzhai began to retreat in an orderly manner, moving quickly and neatly. The spearmen and swordsmen, who had deliberately set aside a passage for the archers to withdraw, began to move forward, with the spearmen in front and the swordsmen in the back. Half of the retreating archers stayed behind the battle formation, and half quickly ran back to the camp to be on guard.

"Gun array!"

Xiong Kuhai shouted loudly, and then more than 800 spearmen lined up in three neat columns. The first row squatted, the second row bent over, the third row stood upright, and the third row of spears pointed outwards densely, just waiting for the soldiers of Wagangzhai to bump in.

The veteran of Wagangzhai who escaped by hiding behind his fellow villagers consciously slowed down his pace, and then he saw a young man with strong blood screaming and rushing forward beyond him, they raised their shields and crashed into the gun array, but none of the first people who rushed forward rushed alive.

Three rows of spears poked mercilessly, poking out one bloody hole after another on the bodies of those Wagangzhai soldiers. The corpse was like a leaf hanging on the body of a hedgehog, and after two or three hundred people were poked to death, the dense array of guns was finally knocked open by the corpse A small gap.

Kill!

Seeing hope, the veteran rushed with his shield in hand, jumped up and slammed it with his shield, knocked away a spear and struck into the enemy's ranks.

He told himself to fall to the ground and play dead if he was injured. Just thinking of this, a simple knife slashed at his shoulder. He let out a scream, and suddenly realized that he didn't even have a chance to play dead. The knife directly removed half of his shoulder, and his head hung on the half of his shoulder.

Blood, flowing like a river.