When the Chen and Zhao allied forces ran back to the foot of the mountain, what they saw was a row of solemn city walls, a jungle full of guns, and the pressure of the mountain actually discouraged them.
At this time, a snare drum roared, and the spearmen standing in front shouted together: "Do not rush into battle, those who rush into battle die." ” The roar is uniform, with irresistible power.
The person who rushed to the battle died, I just heard this, and as a result, the rout was really cut down immediately, without mercy, with the previous scene at the bottom, everyone knew that this was not a joke, and then there was this by the other party's momentum to suppress this meal, everyone finally understood, this is their own reinforcements, so without saying a word, spread their feet and ran to both sides, passing around the formation.
As soon as the battlefield was empty in front of him, countless poles were revealed behind the chaotic army, rushing desperately under the leadership of a fierce and vicious man.
The new battle of the township is full of physical strength, the pole has been fighting for a long time, and it has been exhausted, and this back and forth has a distance between the pursuit and the pursuit, which also gives the Chen and Zhao coalition forces the opportunity to go around the time behind the battle.
Seeing countless poles rushing towards him, the spearman array Wang Xiao shouted, "Longbowmen, the target is three hundred steps, cover the shot." ” With this roar, there was a dense drum of waists, the beat of which was to tell the longbowmen to shoot freely and closely.
So, the five hundred longbowmen loosened the longbow that had been drawn a long time ago, and the five hundred giant arrows roared into the air, only to cover the pole group of about three hundred paces in an instant, and with the muffled sound of the giant arrow entering the flesh, the screams and wails that were chasing after the pole immediately sounded to the sky.
Before the poles could react, there were another overwhelming giant arrows, and the whistling sound suppressed the screams and wails, and the screams of the poles continued to join the chorus.
The Xiashan Tiger who is chasing is lucky, because he has chased within 100 steps of the gun array, and is gritting his teeth and chasing, chasing and scolding these villagers to find death, but also very happy, these guys came at the right time, if they were attacking the Li family camp with all their strength earlier, or when they were exhausted a little later, this thousand townsmen attacked their backs, it would be a huge disaster, but this is all over, now it is their turn to pursue them, it is best to kill and injure them in the wild, Then chase them all the way to their lair, and then take advantage of the situation when they escape into the fortress, and pour it yourself, that is, easily take one of them, and you can get countless money and food, "Yes, that's the idea."
Therefore, he deliberately slowed down his pace and maintained an appropriate coercive distance from the Chen and Zhao coalition forces, which was the willingness to have a gap between the pursuer and the pursued. was chasing leisurely and comfortable, suddenly looked up, and saw a human wall gun forest on the opposite side, just shouted badly, he was familiar with the fear of the giant arrow roared in the sky, followed by the screams and wails of countless brothers behind him.
"It's not good, it's the official army."
The tigers in the lower mountains are all gone.
At this time, the giant arrows were flying, and a monotonous waist drum suddenly sounded from the gun forest opposite, followed by a neat roar: "For the father behind you, fight to the death and not retreat, kill" With this shout of killing, the gun forest was flattened, the row of strong walls was firm, and with the sound of a monotonous waist drum, step by step towards himself, the monotonous waist drum seemed to hit his heart every time, one time, one time, like a heavy hammer and a big axe, so that his heart seemed to be shattered in the next moment.
"Run, run."
At this time, Xiashan Hu's first thought was like this, he couldn't deal with this army formation no matter what, this is the experience of many years of fighting, as for what he will do after he runs away, that will be said later.
But looking back, I can't help but lament, there are huge arrows like rain flying down behind, it is a place of death, it can't pass at all, the front is dead, the back is also dead, the front can still be alive after a while, at this time there are nearly a thousand brothers around me, fight a way to live.
So the tiger roared downhill: "Brothers, fight out of the encirclement and rush with me."
Those desperate poles also saw that the gun array in front of them was not thick, only three layers, this was the way to live, so they howled in despair and rushed to the gun forest.
As they got closer, they could see the numb face of the other party, and at this time, a waist drum sounded again, and Zhao Xiaoming, who had a straight waist, roared calmly; "For the father and elder behind him, fight to the death and never retreat, kill" The pole in the front row has not recovered from the heart-wrenching killing sound, a rod of guns has been stabbed in front of him like lightning, the brain has not reacted to whether to retreat or block, the gun has penetrated into the body, and there is no pain, the gun is like a snake to withdraw suddenly, his chest is full of blood, subconsciously to hold down, but the blood is as uncontrollable as a flood that opens the floodgates, and in a blink of an eye it stains the ground in front of him, and the strength of the whole body disappears in a blink of an eye, and then withers to the ground, Consciousness dissipated in front of a big foot.
The pole that followed reacted, and wanted to take advantage of the gap between the opponent's guns to move forward, but heard a drum again, followed by a loud shout, "Kill."
Seeing behind the soldiers who collected the guns, a row of spears leaned out, like a red letter of poisonous snakes, stabbed at his brother again, and immediately pushed up the shield in his hand to block, and the spear was pierced on the shield without moving forward, and those officers and soldiers were happy in their hearts, according to the habit, the shield was pushed obliquely, and the knife was cut out, but the shield leaked the empty door as soon as it was oblique, and another drum sounded, and a gun pierced into the gap between the electric light and stone fire, and the result was the same as the original, a group of officers and soldiers fell under the spear with unwillingness.
Looking at the fallen companions, the downhill tiger that rushed to the head had woken up from the blood, knowing that the short knife he was holding had no way to help the other party, and the stupid rush up was just to increase the casualties, and the one holding the long blade was too dense because the companions in front of him were too dense, and the crowd was crowded and everyone could not play, and there was no buffer space for the gun, and for a while everyone was crowded together, shouting and complaining but helpless, The one in front wanted to step back and leave room for the one holding the long blade and take a step back, but the pole in the back had to struggle to leave because of the fear of the giant arrow, and they couldn't see what was in front of them at all, so they squeezed forward with all their might, pushing the people in front of them forward, and pushing the brothers in front of them into the gun formation, so that more officers and soldiers were shot to death before they could figure out the situation.
The sound of drums was firm and dull, the sound of killing was loud and high-pitched, and the power of the gun array was vividly expressed in the sound of drums and killing.
"No, everyone, if we do this again, we will all have to die here."
A pro-soldier hugged the tiger who was still shouting and fighting, and pleaded loudly.
The tiger took a step back, dodged a gun, and touched the cold sweat on his face, the gun almost pierced himself, "How to retreat, where to retreat, the front is a forest of guns, and the back is a rain of arrows, we" "Big boss, the rain of arrows behind is gone."
The pro-soldier shouted and reminded, if you don't yell, you can't do it, the screaming and wailing are too loud.
The tiger who went down the mountain was stunned for a moment, and then went up and kicked it: "I played you with a bastard, why didn't you say it earlier, why are you waiting, run" said and ran away with the big knife first.
As he ran, the other poles saw hope, so they dropped their guns and turned around and ran.
As a result, the gun array pays attention to the neatness of the team, and the emphasis is on moving forward step by step. t1706231537: