Chapter 1145 Kill you! (Add to the league leader Halihh233)
On December 27, 331, Daliang, and in the 21st year of Li Chengyuheng, among the steep mountains and ridges northwest of Hanfeng County, the two fronters approached each other in the same place.
Ban Huangman felt that he had excellent equipment, and his ancestors had been from war for generations, and had strong combat power.
The troops transported by the Xiangyang Du branch were Hu Han Jianer in Hexi. He felt that his people were fierce and wild, and they were extremely bloody during the conflict of clans. Later, they received training from the military commander army and their combat power was also strong.
As for He Lun's three hundred personal soldiers, half of them took off the iron armor from the back of the pack horse and began to line up.
He Fen "humble" to let Huan Wen lead the command, while Huan Wen takes the initiative and climbs up to see the enemy's situation.
This is a mountain valley covered with forests.
The dilapidated mountain road is located at the bottom of the valley, next to it is a river. Xu Yaozu told him the name, but his accent was very strange and he didn't understand it very much.
The river is turbulent and constantly cutting the soil and stone walls on both sides. Perhaps this is how the original valley came from.
There is a sun in the sky, but it is as dark as a small red fireball.
The blue-gray mist wandered among the trees that had grown for almost hundreds of years. It rose from the wet and rotten forest. Huan Wen didn't know what it was. Maybe it was a miasma that everyone looked at?
The Banyan barbarian soldiers on the opposite side have already begun to line up.
Huan Wen had sharp eyes and even saw someone stepping on moss and gravel barefoot, walking as fast as he could.
The accessories on their bodies made the sound of ringing bells.
Layers of vines are tied outside the thick wooden shield, as if they have absorbed the mist in the mountains, giving people a feeling of oiliness and water.
The barbarian swordsman formed a total of seven columns and stood by the river.
The front rows of people were covered with iron armor, leather armor in the middle, and in the end there was nothing. They even had half-naked chests, not feeling cold at all. Various tattoos were faintly exposed beside their clothes, mostly snakes, tigers, and leopards.
The "rustling" footsteps are still ringing.
The brigade of crossbowmen was moving forward. There was no strong crossbow that could penetrate the shield, but only small crossbow machines carried by a single person.
Behind the regular crossbowmen, there are some soldiers carrying medicine crossbows and quivering boots.
They were wearing thick linen clothes full of patches, and some people were holding arrows and inserted into the bamboo tube around their waists, with hunting cruelty and cunning piled up at the corners of their eyes.
Some people ran from behind, holding spears, big swords and other weapons, surrounded by a general in the middle.
There were several men hanging on the waist and drums, as well as personal soldiers carrying large flags...
"Crash..." The rapids kept washing the river bank, and the Liang soldiers also set up formations.
He Fen put on his helmet and put on his armor, and took three hundred personal soldiers to his armor.
The sword and shield held a large square and thick wooden shield with no vines on the shield surface, but were covered with a layer of iron sheet, covered with shiny copper nails.
The heavy warrior stepped on the soft mud under the rotten leaves on the riverside, and was slightly uncomfortable.
The red tassels are constantly bumping into the hanging vines, which is very annoying.
Some soldiers came up from the left and right sides of the armored soldiers, with a total of more than a hundred people.
Most of them were holding step bows, and a few were pulling crossbows, looking at the mountain with a cold light flashing in the fog.
"Crash!" There seemed to be a different noise in the torrent.
Huan Wen did not look back. He knew that it was some of the soldiers of Di Qiang, Xiongnu, and Xianbei who "activated" their riding and shooting skills that they had practiced since childhood. They turned on their horses and carefully searched for open spaces to rush in the rugged mountain valleys.
The sound of neat footsteps sounded.
Thousands of soldiers were carrying spears and swords and shields, and lined up behind He's personal soldiers.
Some step archers dispersed from afar and ran into the mountains and forests on one side, trying to find the best shooting position and hit the enemy sideways.
"Quick" sounds, and the crows flew up from the mountains and forests again. After staring at more than 3,000 people in the valley, they flapped their wings and left.
"Dongdongdongdong..." The war drums of both sides almost hit the same side.
Military boots and straw sandals moved instantly.
The rattan card and iron shield move forward quickly.
The sound of the crossbow strings rising one after another, and the sound of the bow strings tensed and filled the ears.
The smell of the river, the smell of rottenness and the smell of rust came to the nose almost at the same time.
"Kill!" The roar echoed throughout the river valley.
The crossbow arrows and bows and arrows arrived first with sharp roars. Almost in an instant, the rattan cards and iron shields on both sides were covered with white hair.
The shield kept crying and falling down, causing a gap in the formation, and was soon completed by the people rushed up from the back row.
The distance between the two armies is getting closer and closer.
Hundred steps, seventy steps, fifty steps, thirty steps...
When we reached thirty steps, almost all the archers shot directly, and the powerful kinetic energy drove the arrows, causing terrifying damage in the opponent's crowd. From a distance, it seemed like a wall collapsed and a large area fell.
"Bang!" The two military formations collided together.
He Fen took two quick steps, waved the heavy wooden slug, and smashed a Banyan barbarian rattan like a pound. The huge force directly overturned it and fell to the ground.
"Puff!" The long spear stabbed out like a poisonous dragon, stabbing the Banyanman behind the Vine Card Player.
The man immediately cried bitterly, his thighs were bleeding, and he couldn't help but kneel down to the ground.
Another long spear stabbed, and the sharp blade of the spear brushed across Ban Lingman's throat, and blood gushed out again.
"Huh!" Something gadget passed by his ears. He Fen was so excited by the blood that he waved his muffled again. The knitted and powerful arms provided great power, and the wood swept across the crowd.
The sharp thorn at the front of the slough hit a man's forehead, and immediately became blood red and the forehead collapsed.
The body slammed heavily on the chest of the two people, one of them was directly shaken away, and the other stumbled back a few steps, sat down on the ground with blood on the corner of his mouth, and could not get up.
A heart-wrenching pain came from He Fen's feet. I don't know which dog-dog man pierced his cowhide military boots and stabbed the head of the gun.
The chest was covered with a terrifying scratching sound, as if you could feel the tremor of the broken blades of the armor.
There was a constant sound of breaking through the air in my ears, and wherever I could see a blue arrow in my illusion.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, as if it was a bloody rain, and it seemed that he had encountered a feng chun, which made him bathe in it.
"Die!" A thunderous sound erupted from his throat, and the wooden slumber smashed into the crowd with the whistling sound of the wind.
The iron armor was like paper, and the entire chest of the Banfeng barbarian soldier was sunken, and the people flew backwards, knocking down two or three people in succession.
The personal soldiers around He Fen fell one after another, and rushed up one after another, desperately blocking the attacks from all directions for him.
Ban Wuman also made a name for himself.
After fighting for so long, it was the first time that he encountered such a fierce enemy, especially the general wearing bright iron armor, holding a long-handled blunt weapon, waving his endlessly in the crowd, smashing their fronts like dogs gnawed, uneven and uneven.
The spearman behind him is experienced and ruthless. When the guns are stabbed out, he can always "peel" a layer of slatted soldiers. It took only a long time to fight, and there were only a few sword and shield hands in the front row, and they were shaking.
"Crazy..." At the bend of the river two hundred steps behind the battlefield, a group of knights forcibly wading through the shallows.
Dou Che, the commander of Duzhi of Xiangyang, was roaring in war horses, and stopped when they were about to successfully cross the river, as if their front hooves were trapped in the mud.
Dou Che hurriedly urged the horse to fight, and the horse raised its head and neighed. The two front hooves successfully pulled out and the man stood up.
The big bunch of water splashed, and the clear river water blew up a turbid torrent.
The horse successfully arrived on the other side.
Dou Che shouted loudly and walked slowly on the pebbly beach with more than 20 riders who had crossed the river.
On the other side of the river are infantrymen on both sides who have been strangled together.
He Fen, who was in silver helmet and silver armor, was like a crazy tiger, covered in blood. Wherever the wood was reaching, it was like an axe chopping a rotten wood and fell down with one blow.
The crossbowmen on both sides were cruising on the periphery, either catching each other and shooting at the other infantry.
Both sides divided a small team of infantry to strike out to the flanks, and went to drive out and interfere with the opponent's crossbowmen.
People kept falling down on the way forward, and the crossbowmen were also found by their peers. Arrows broke through the air, penetrated their chests, and nailed to the ground full of rotten branches and leaves.
Unexpectedly, these corpses matched very well with this humus forest and soon merged perfectly.
"Big tick..." The pebbles that the horse's hooves were stomping in the river were submerged.
The cavalry, which increased to one hundred, turned left and began to accelerate.
As we marched, the horn bow with the strings was pulled out, and the riders picked up their bows and shot towards the opposite bank.
While shooting, there are also oncoming crossbow arrows.
Knights kept falling to the ground, and others lay on the back of the war horse, biting arrows in their mouths, constantly picking up bows and shooting them away.
Their target was not the scattered crossbowmen, but the infantry that had been beaten to the point of being untenable.
When the arrow fell from the flank and people kept screaming and falling to the ground, the Banhuan infantry, who had already retreated step by step and on the verge of chaos, could not hold on.
The sound of the drum "dongdong" suddenly changed, and the rhythm became more and more exciting.
Huan Wen stopped commanding and came up with the last elite.
An arrow was inserted on He Fen's left shoulder, and the armor had been torn apart, and the arrow pierced a blood groove with deep bone-visible bones on his shoulder blades.
But he seemed to have no idea, his face was extremely red, and the muffled still strongly, vowing to smash the last enemy in front of him to the ground! Smash his chest! Smash his head!
I'll smash it! Smash! Smash!
"Huh!" Mu Qi swung a little, and the last enemy in front of him really fell down, and was shot down by an arrow from the other side of the river.
Ban Fengman was already beaten to a very embarrassing situation, and was covered by flanking arrows, and collapsed directly.
The enemy generals seemed to feel a little unbelievable.
He is not young and he usually claims to be a wise general and disdains to fight with his life like a mad dog. But today, his troops attacked 1,500 people with two thousand people and were defeated on the spot...
The fog in the mountains and forests almost turned bloody.
The intense killing sound shook the pine needles on the head as rain.
The Daliang warriors rushed up like a tide and rushed towards the enemy's main formation with their defeated soldiers.
The enemy general hurriedly got on the horse, but unexpectedly the horse fell off and was thrown off the spot.
The iron man rushed up.
The enemy general had just gotten up and drew his sword, and the sharp long spear that came towards him drilled out along the gap of the armor leaves.
Blood surging like a spring.
In this battle, Liang generals Huan Wen and He Fen defeated the Banyan Barbarian vanguard with fewer attacks, defeated 2,000 people, beheaded nearly 500, and captured more than 800, and chased for more than 20 miles. By the night of the 28th, they defeated another enemy army and killed more than 1,000 prisoners.
Early in the morning of the 29th, they encountered an enemy brigade in a valley, and then they barely stopped chasing.
Banhuan Man was frightened by his power, and more than 10,000 troops did not dare to take the initiative, and the two sides became stalemate.
(This chapter ends)