Chapter 315: The Yellow River Fu, Part Two Fourteen A jungle of steel slowly pushed down the hillside.
Xu Da, the commander of the third army, strode directly in front of the team.
There were five carefully selected guards on each side on the left and right sides.
Together with him, they formed the sword edge of the entire team.
They were all wearing plate armor and had spears in their hands.
Sparkling.
More brothers, following the habits they had developed during training, followed the guards one by one, slowly pulling out a complete iron triangle while moving.
No one looked left or right, and every pair of eyes stared straight ahead through the slit in the visor.
Although, most of them could clearly see that the enemy troops that were hastily forming a team in front were less than one-third of the previous total strength.
There are still two-thirds of the enemy troops ambushing in the woods on both sides of the hillside.
They may come out at any time and block everyone's retreat.
But no one slowed down or looked left or right.
They are all carefully selected veterans, most of whom have been trained for more than eight months, and a small number of them have even been under Zhu Chongjiu's command as early as Xuzhou.
Long and hard training has engraved discipline into everyone's bones.
As long as the battle flag following Xu Da does not fall, they will follow the direction of the flag until the last breath of their lives.
They do not have prominent family backgrounds and have no opportunity to learn any martial arts.
The vast majority of them, a year ago, were outright professional farmers.
But now, they are the most professional soldiers of this era.
They didn't move very fast, but they always kept the same rhythm.
Shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm.
Pushing down the hillside is like a precise machine.
"Zhi Zhi Zhi" "Zhi Zhi Zhi" "Zhi Zhi Zhi", the monotonous sound of the copper whistle continued in the team, always accompanying everyone's footsteps just like during training.
That is the company commander's command post, used to coordinate the actions of the entire company.
Each sound represents a movement of the thigh, and three sounds constitute a set of beats.
It is not as exciting as the sound of traditional war drums, but it is far clearer to the ears than the sound of war drums.
Many veterans can't help but think of the scene when they first joined the army and were training.
In order to distinguish left from right, the instructors at that time adopted numerous methods.
Wearing a shoe on one foot, tying a rope on the left arm, and poking the buttocks with a wooden stick, there are all kinds of tricks.
No one expected that it would be so troublesome to eat food as a soldier, and it was inevitable that there would be complaints after being punished.
But for the broth every night and the two adequate dry rice meals a day, everyone gritted their teeth and endured it.
Then everyone slowly discovered that walking with your chest up, your head up, and walking to the rhythm of the whistle was actually quite energetic.
Then straighten your chest and raise your head, and it gradually becomes a habit.
Then the straightened waist can no longer bend down, even if it is faced with a bloody butcher knife.
Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, three hundred steps, two hundred steps, they walked slowly down the hillside without stopping at all.
Soon, the distance between the enemy and the enemy was reduced to less than a hundred steps. , "Woo, woo, woo, woo."
In the main formation of the Tanma Red Army, a wolf-like horn sound suddenly sounded, low and long, making the north wind coming from the river suddenly become biting.
"Squeak", "squeak" and "squeak", monotonous copper whistle sounded out of the sound of the wolf, just like the first silk light before the winter night.
Weak, yet rebellious.
Wang Baobao was disturbed by the sound of the copper whistle coming from the opposite side.
He sneered and swung down the steel knife in his hand.
The sky suddenly darkened, and thousands of feather arrows fell from the sky, dense as hailstones.
Layers of steel "hail" hit the Huai'an Army, splashing thick smoke and dust.
The strong river wind blows, and the smoke is quickly lifted into the air, turning into dark yellow clouds.
Behind the dark yellow clouds and mist, more than a thousand Huai'an soldiers marched forward at an unchanging pace.
No turning back.
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"Zhizhizhi", "zhizhizhi", "zhizhizhi", the rhythm of the copper whistle remains unchanged, even in the face of a violent storm.
The Khitan archers behind Wang Baobao suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
They drew their horn bows as fast as they could and shot the second round of feather arrows into the sky in front of them at an angle of forty degrees upward.
The sky instantly became extremely dark, but the sunset reflected on the guns of the Red Scarf Army became even more dazzling.
"Put up the spear" Xu Da, who was walking at the front, suddenly let out a loud shout and stood up the spear in his hand.
"Vertical spear" "Vertical spear" "Vertical spear" "Vertical spear" A series of deep male voices repeated mechanically.
From private soldier to brigade commander and regiment commander.
From regimental commander, battalion commander, company commander to team leader.
More than a thousand poles and long tassels were erected at the same angle.
"Creak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak."
The second wave of feather arrows passed a distance of eighty steps, came to the top of the Huai'an army, and fell with a roar.
"Papa", "Pap", "Pap", "Pap", "Pap", "Pap", a series of strange sounds continued to explode above the heads of the Huai'an army.
The arrows flying at high speed were filtered layer by layer by the erect spears, and less than one-fifth of the total landed in the target area.
However, among the one-fifth of the arrows, more than half hit the plate armor on the chest of the Huai'an army.
"ding", "ding" and "ding" splashed up several sparks, and then fell feebly.
The soldiers of the Huai'an Army walking in the first two rows were hit by the most arrows, but their cold-forged face armor, plate armor and leg armor covered them airtight.
Even if the armor-piercing cone is fired head-on within thirty steps, it may not be able to penetrate the solid cold-wrought iron armor.
Not to mention ordinary carved feather arrows Although starting from the fourth row, the brothers only have face armor and breastplate for body protection, and their thighs are no longer covered with any protection.
However, except for one or two really unlucky guys who were hit by stray arrows, more than 99% of the brothers were covered by this round of arrows and were unscathed.
The injured brother immediately stuck the spear on the ground according to the training requirements, held the spear shaft firmly, and let his body stay in place.
Pao Ze in the back row immediately sped up and stepped forward to fill his vacated position.
Then he continued to raise the spear high and swayed from side to side with the sound of the copper whistle.
"Zhi Zhi Zhi" "Zhi Zhi Zhi" "Zhi Zhi Zhi", the sound of the copper whistle is as sharp as a knife.
The sunset reflected on the gun tip ignited the entire river beach and ignited everyone's eyes.
The rain of arrows continued without end.
The veterans of Huai'an's Third Army continued to advance despite the rain of arrows, neither hurry nor slow.
The triangular formation looked like a giant dragon waking up in the rain of arrows from the sky, with its beards and claws spread out and its scales flashing.
Behind it is Mangdang Mountain.
More than 1,500 years ago, Chen Sheng, the man who shouted, "Princes and generals, Xiang Ning has the right kind," was finally buried here.
In front of it is the rolling Yellow River.
More than 4,000 years ago, the Xuanyuan family used to forge swords and plows by the river to sow grain.
On its left side and right side, it was the capital of Yao, the land of Shun, and the seal of Yu.
Generations of ancient sages and sages of the Chinese people have developed, protected, created and passed on here.
This is its land, its home.
For thousands of years, there have always been some barbaric robbers who tried to enter here while it was sleeping, steal its wealth, and tarnish its spirit.
However, every time it is dark, it can always be awakened by the warm blood, and flap its two huge wings again in the hunting cold wind.
Soaring in the sky.
The left carries history, the right carries hope.
Eighty steps, seventy steps, sixty steps, fifty steps Seeing the military formation pushed down from the hillside getting closer and closer, a few drops of cold sweat slowly rolled down the tip of Wang Baobao's nose.
This was not the first time he had fought against the Red Turban Army, but it was the first time in his life that he had seen a Red Turban Army like the Huaian Third Army.
He waved his scimitar vigorously, causing the arrows fired from the military formation to become more and more urgent.
As anxious as a violent storm.
According to his past experience, if it were Yingzhou Red Scarf, under such a dense attack of arrows, even if it did not collapse, it would be suppressed and unable to move forward even half a step.
However, the red scarf army in front of them, whose armor was covered with mud, was still pushing forward slowly, always maintaining the same rhythm.
Not only did the dense rain of arrows fail to disintegrate the formation of Huai'an's Third Army, but the flickering sky added a bit of mystery and majesty to the already murderous formation.
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"Change the armor-piercing cone, replace the armor-piercing cone," Cai Ziying reminded hoarsely next to Wang Baobao.
The archers, whose arms were sore, immediately put on sharp armor-piercing awls.
He fully drew the horn bow and shot it flatly.
"Ding Ding Dang" and "Ding Ding Dang" walked on the front row of the Huai'an Army generals, and the harsh metal impact sounds were constantly coming.
In the evening light of the evening, Mars flashed like the stars in the morning light.
Some people were unlucky and had their armor-piercing awl penetrated through the seam of their armor.
They grabbed the spear shaft in pain and slowly spun in circles.
The vacancies they left were quickly filled by the second row of robes.
The entire triangular formation is still as sharp as ever.
They are still pushing forward, neither fast nor slow.
The "squeak", "squeak", "squeak" copper whistle drilled the rolling drums, deeply drilled into the archer's ears, making their scalp -up and soft legs.
Forty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps.
As the distance approached, the casualties continued to increase, but the rhythm of the whistle remained unchanged.
The soldiers of the Huai'an Army followed the whistle and walked in neat steps, calmly and leisurely, as if they were going to enjoy a long-promised feast.
Amidst the harsh whistle, Wang Baobao suddenly felt that his heart was sinking rapidly.
The number of troops around him was two and a half times that of the opponent, but he no longer had any confidence that he could block his opponent.
"Blow the trumpet and order the ambush to attack."
He raised his scimitar high and made a decisive decision.
"Woo, woo, woo, woo" "Woo, woo, woo, woo" The sound of the horn suddenly became desolate, as if a wild beast was calling its lost companions.
"Woo, woo, woo, woo" "Woo, woo, woo, woo" There were angry horn calls in the woods on both sides.
Tuoyin Timur and He Zongzhe, whose eyes were already burning with anxiety, roared out with three thousand ambush troops each.
They rushed towards the Huai'an army from the side and rear.
They want to push this newly awakened dragon into darkness again.
However, the battle flag of Huai'an's Third Army was suddenly raised high and waved in the oncoming river wind.
"Level the spear!"
Xu Da pointed his spear straight ahead and shouted loudly.
The sound of the whistle suddenly changed from three beats to two beats.
"Creak" "Creak" "Creak" In the shrill sound of the copper whistle, the spear that was originally erected high up bloomed forward layer by layer like a flower in full bloom.
One floor, two floors, three floors "Zhi" all the whistle sounds converged into a long dragon roar.
All the spears thrust forward together, like the polished teeth of a giant dragon
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