On the Dangyang Bridge, there was a solemn atmosphere, and everyone was determined to die.
Yang Zaixing's words fell, and nearly 5,000 soldiers echoed with a uniform oath: "I am willing to fight to the death with the general, and the horse leather shroud will die without regrets" Yang Zaixing was satisfied with the fighting spirit of the soldiers under his command, raised his arm to wipe the dust and blood stains on his forehead, and said loudly: "Very good, it is worthy of the iron-blooded army trained by my Yang Zaixing, let us use blood to make the world famous this night."
"Swear not to retreat, swear to stop Zhu Mazi" Nearly 5,000 soldiers raised their weapons one after another, using a heatwave-like shout to boost their fighting spirit and deter the enemy.
The enemy army is twenty times larger than mine, how can I be outnumbered and how can I fight desperately, ten thousand people are invincible, there are five thousand husbands who are not afraid of death fighting desperately and bloodily, try to ask how many people can be the enemy Yang Zaixing made a spear move, and commanded the team to line up in a loud voice: "The first phalanx of crossbowmen, the second phalanx of sword and shield men, the third phalanx of pikemen, the cavalry is assembled and ready to meet my command, and no one is allowed to move" "No" With a loud shout, 1,400 crossbowmen lined up on the hillside, one for every 400 men, and nearly four rows in front and behind, each bent with bows and arrows, ready to attack.
As soon as the lord gave the order, he fired a flurry of arrows and shot down the hillside with the momentum of flying locusts.
The fan-shaped hillside was littered with corpses, those left behind after the day's fighting.
At least 8,000 or so corpses were piled up at the foot of the Dangyang Bridge, and almost every time you stepped on it, you would almost step on the corpses.
Han Sui, the weakest of all the generals, was ordered to lead 10,000 men to launch the first wave of the wheel offensive, but the main task was not to capture Nagasaka Slope.
Because everyone knew that when he encountered an iron-blooded general like Yang Zaixing who was not afraid of death, as well as an iron-blooded army under his command who did not want to die, Han Sui had no chance of winning.
Therefore, Han Sui's task was to consume the bows and arrows and physical strength on the opposite side, and remove the corpses on the hillside, clear the obstacles for Wei Wentong of the second team, and shorten the time for Wei Wentong's troops to rush up the hillside.
It's mid-July, it's the season of white dew, and it's already slightly cool in the second half of the night.
The north wind is blowing, the flag is hunting, the leaves on the hill in the distance are rustling in the wind, and the sound of the Fu River under the feet is heard from time to time, adding a solemn atmosphere between heaven and earth.
"Kill" The people on the Changban slope shouted that the horses neighed, Han Sui put down the white horse in his crotch, carried a spear, led 10,000 horses and torches, and launched an attack on the condescending iron-blooded hero, one by one complained in his heart, and even kept cursing Zhu Yuanzhang.
"This Zhu Mazi is really insidious, why don't you let your soldiers attack, but it's unfair to let us die in front, it's unfair" After a day and a night of fighting, the soldiers under Yang Zaixing lost 15,000 people, while the Western Han army lost more than 20,000 people.
At first glance, the casualties on both sides are not much worse than Lie, not even one to two, and judging from the numbers alone, it is far from terrifying.
But if you look at the comparison of the forces of the two sides, you can see that the dead are far from reflecting the tenacity of this fierce enemy.
Zhu Yuanzhang led an army of 120,000 menacing, and Li Guang, Yang Dayan, Zhang Dingbian, and Wei Wentong led the team to charge, six times the strength of Yang Zaixing, but in the end there was such a casualty ratio, and even Zhu Yuanzhang was beaten to tears, and the fear in the hearts of other soldiers can be imagined.
From Han Sui's heart, he naturally didn't want to be cannon fodder, but Zhu Yuanzhang's methods were cruel and the military discipline was outrageous.
After two months of fierce battles, the number of generals and soldiers who were killed by Zhu Yuanzhang for violating the order reached hundreds, but there was a difference, that is, the head fell to the ground, and Han Sui did not dare to flinch.
Going backward is definitely death, and moving forward may still be life.
As long as the corpses on the slope at the foot of the Dangyang Bridge are cleaned up, even if his team has completed the task, he can retreat down the hillside and wait for Wei Wentong's second team, Li Guang's third team, Zhang Dingbian's fourth team, and Yang Dayan's fifth team, and launch continuous offensives in turn until the Dangyang Bridge is captured. 10,000 horses marched forward, and with the flying dust, they got closer and closer to the Dangyang Bridge.
"Kill" Han Sui immediately raised his gun and ordered in a loud voice: "The shield soldiers rushed to the front to open the way, threw the corpses piled up on the road under the valleys on both sides, and the crossbowmen followed behind the shield soldiers to suppress the Han spearmen with a dense rain of arrows, ready to resist the horse guns, and snipe the charge of the Han cavalry at any time."
Yang Zaixing's face was as pale as frost, and he immediately stood at the front of the crossbow soldier phalanx, holding the blood-stained spear tightly with both hands, coldly looking at the enemy troops rushing up, and measuring the distance between the two sides in his heart.
"Four hundred zhang" "Three hundred zhang" "Two hundred zhang" Yang Zaixing found that the team was advancing extremely slowly, with about 5,000 shield soldiers in front, shouting and charging while cleaning up the corpses on the ground.
Dragged or pulled, pulled or lifted, the corpses strewn across the ground to the bottom of the valley on both sides, seemingly intending to clear a path for the next charge.
Yang Zaixing snorted coldly: "Hmph, even if you clear the obstacles under your feet, where can you go to lie down, it's not just useless work."
When the distance between the two armies was only about one hundred and fifty zhang, Yang Zaixing made a spear move and hissed and ordered: "Give me a hard shot" With Yang Zaixing's order, 1,400 crossbowmen pulled their bowstrings like a full moon, and a dense rain of arrows poured down like locusts.
It landed on the top of Han Sui's soldiers' heads, struck on the shield, fell on the helmet, and poured onto the armor, making a clanging sound like a torrential rain beating on the lid of a pot.
"Ahh "Woohoo" The charging Western Han army let out screams from time to time, and those who fell to the ground with arrows came and went, and the battlefield that had just been swept away, and in a moment there were corpses lying on the hillside, holding the parts of the arrows and screaming and wailing.
"Shoot back" Han Sui made a spear move and ordered the team to shoot back, "The enemy's strength is insufficient, looking at the scale of this arrow, it is estimated that the archers will not exceed 2,000 people, shoot me back."
Han Sui gave an order, and 4,000 crossbowmen, under the cover of shield soldiers, bent their bows and arrows on the slope of the mountain, and fired back at the Eastern Han army on the hillside.
Arrows flew in the air, the sound of "clanging" came and went, and many bows and arrows collided in the air, breaking their waists and falling like kites with broken strings.
More often than not, with the sound of the howling wind, they flew into the opponent's formation, or were shot to the ground, or shot on the armor, or shot in the flesh, making the arrow-hit scream and wail, and the sound shook the wilderness.
Even the birds and beasts in the valley scattered in shock and fled in a hurry.
At the head of Dangyang Bridge, there was a bloody wind and rain for a while, and the smell of blood was wrapped in Xiao Xiao's north wind, which permeated the entire valley.
Although the Eastern Han army was condescending, the number of bows and crossbows was only 1,400, and the number of arrows was less than 30,000.
Although the men and horses led by Han Sui were in unfavorable terrain, the bows and arrows were three times as high as Yang Zaixing, and the arrows were sufficient, so they were launched without fear.
A wave of mutual fire passed, and about 700 people fell behind Yang Zaixing, and nearly 2,000 people fell to the ground in Han Sui's army.
Although he took advantage of it temporarily, Yang Zaixing knew that there was a huge disparity in the strength of the two sides, and if it was exchanged like this, the gap between the forces could only widen.
"Sword and shield men in the center, pikemen on the left, cavalry on the right, charge with me" Yang Zaixing made a spear move, his legs clamped fiercely in the belly of the mount, and he danced the spear on the horse, and shot down the hill like an arrow from the string, and launched a charge in the Korean army.
"Kill" In addition to the 1,000 crossbowmen who continued to hold their positions, 1,500 sword and shield men were in the center, 1,000 pikemen on the left, and 800 cavalry on the right, letting out a tsunami-like cry, trampling dust, following Yang Zaixing's footsteps and charging the enemy troops below the hillside.
The spear in Yang Zaixing's hand danced like a pear blossom, blocking the rain of arrows all the way, and rushed into Han Sui's army with an unstoppable momentum.
A silver spear flew up and down, and each shot was stabbed out, inevitably taking a person's life.
With a "duh", the spear pierced through the chest, and the person who was shot was picked up before he could scream.
As a heavy hammer swept out, in the clanging sound, seven or eight people were smashed in a row, or the bones were broken, or the brains burst out, and the scene was extremely bloody.
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The spears flew and the horses' hooves thundered.
Yang Zaixing clashed left and right, stabbed two partial generals of the enemy army, and three captains under the horse, and killed more than 150 Han Sui soldiers in one meal.
The lord was so brave that the other soldiers were not willing to show weakness, and they raised their weapons and cut down so hard that the heads of the people they killed were rolling and blood flowed all over the slope.
The corpses that had just been swept away were piled up densely again.
Seeing that Yang Zaixing and his soldiers were so fearless of death, Han Sui was frightened and wanted to leave.
Yang Zaixing recognized Han Sui in the chaos and urged the horse to chase closely.
"Where will the thief go, leaving the head" Yang Zaixing roared, like thunder, galloping on his horse, and the waves cracked everywhere he went.
Han Sui couldn't escape, he was stabbed in the back by a shot, which came out of his chest, and he was picked off his horse when he boarded.
Yang Zaixing turned over and dismounted and cut off the head, hung in front of the horse, and shouted: "Han Sui has been awarded the head, why don't the thieves descend early" Han Sui died, and the dragons of the trilogy were leaderless, and gradually showed a trend of rout.
The herald flew to report to Zhu Yuanzhang: "Qi Zhu Gong, Han Sui died under Yang Zaixing's gun, and the trilogy showed a rout" Zhu Yuanzhang took the case and said indignantly: "This Han Sui is really a wine bag and rice bag, I didn't expect him to capture Dangyang Bridge, but he just consumed Yang Zaixing's bow and arrows and physical strength, and he was beheaded by Yang Zaixing, it's really useless."
Pulled out an arrow and shouted: "Pass my order, Mingjin will take back the remnants of Han Sui, and order Wei Wentong to lead the second team to storm Dangyang Bridge for an hour, and kill 2,000 enemy soldiers before they can be rotated, otherwise they will come to see you." t1706231537: