Chapter 317 Ghost! (Additional update for the leader of the alliance)
Attack for half an hour!
This is an order from above.
More than 6,000 men from Xiangcheng were divided into three groups, waiting cautiously to go into battle.
The first group of two thousand people have already rushed forward.
The front row holds a large shield and holds a knife, followed by archers, and there are archers on both sides.
Swordsmen, shieldmen and archers mostly come from the powerful tribe.
There are not many nobles in Xiangcheng, but there are still many powerful ones.
A group of people were lost during the melee between the kings, and another group was lost during Wang Mi's rebellion. Now these people are the last powerful people in Xiangcheng.
They don’t want to fight, they don’t want to waste their capital.
The vacated fields and houses of the powerful men who had died or migrated south were given to the Silver Spear soldiers.
These trackers and coolies suddenly became property owners from being penniless, so they rallied tightly around Chen Hou and used force to coerce them into sending out their private Qu Zhuangke to fight for Chen Hou. fight.
How does it feel? There is nothing but sadness and anger!
This world is really not how people live!
Of course, they selectively forgot that it was Chen Hou who won many battles on both sides of Ru River and saved Xiangcheng from Wang Mi's poison.
People are forgetful, especially when it comes to their own fundamental interests.
The first batch of two thousand people marched in despite the rain of arrows and making noise.
Li Chong climbed onto a high platform and observed carefully.
"The arrow shot by the rebel army is a bit strange, as if it is out of strength." Qin San, the leader of the Yamen Army Building, said.
“What’s weird?” Gao Yi chuckled and said, “At first glance, he is a new archer who has not been practicing for a long time. Maybe he used a hunting bow before and is not used to the hard bows in the army.”
"Master Gao is right." Li Zhong smiled and said: "Wancheng is an important town in the country, and there are a lot of weapons in the arsenal. After they were captured by the thieves, they must have been distributed to all the camps. The thieves don't have that many archers. I don’t know how to use a good bow. Just look at the training of the Silver Spear Army and you will know how difficult it is to become an archer."
Everyone nodded.
In fact, Chen Hou relied most on the court for two reasons: money, food, and weapons.
The most in demand among ordnance are various consumables, especially arrows and bowstrings.
Practicing the foot bow consumes a lot of money, and the production of the craftsman camp in Guangchengze alone is completely insufficient. It is far from enough. In addition to battlefield captures, they mainly relied on supplies from the court.
Without these daily expenses and a few years, you cannot produce a qualified archer.
The silver spear sergeant carries a bow tip with three strings and a quiver containing thirty arrows. The huge consumption of archers can be seen from this.
The thieves in front of them have obtained Wancheng's arsenal, but they are unable to effectively use those good things. They are really a waste of natural resources.
While the few people were talking, the first wave of men who rushed up had already reached the outside of the camp, climbed over simple antlers made of tree branches, crossed the shallow trench, and then put up a long ladder on the camp wall.
On the other side, there were people filling in the trench in front of the camp gate, setting up hooks, tying ropes, and starting to pull hard.
Casualties are inevitable throughout the process.
With such a dense crowd, the enemy can still gain something even if they don't know how to shoot arrows.
The young men in Xiangcheng fell to the ground one after another, with blood flowing into rivers.
The first wave of two thousand people quickly retreated.
The Yamen Army quickly dispatched and captured the dozens of fastest runners. Regardless of their identity, they beheaded them on the spot.
The remaining young men were taken in and reorganized.
The second batch of 2,000 people followed soon after.
This time they pulled the camp gate to the ground, and some of them climbed up the camp wall, fought several times with the enemy, and then collapsed again.
The third batch followed.
They focused their attack on the broken camp gate and once fought their way in, they were soon pushed back out by the enemy.
This group of people was not bad. After regrouping outside, they rushed over again, moved away the obstacles piled up by the enemy in front of the camp gate, and fought repeatedly. After a long time, their morale collapsed and they fled away - this wave of powerful people It is a piece of music with a high degree of organization, so it is not surprising that it is like this.
Half an hour has passed. As the sound of the trumpet sounded, Xiangcheng Dingzhuang, who had suffered heavy losses, retreated to rest.
No more fighting today.
Those who survived cried with joy. For them, this may be the longest half hour in their lives. They hear either the sound of arrows piercing the air or the screams of fellow villagers.
During the fighting at the camp gate, many people were fighting with each other, their bodies were sore and weak, and they subconsciously wanted to escape. As a result, he was pushed forward. When he got in front of the enemy, he couldn't even lift the knife and was stabbed to death.
Perhaps the only meaning of their existence is to consume a little of the enemy's physical strength.
The faces of the Yamen Army generals on the high platform did not change, and they still watched calmly.
With almost no pause, the auxiliary soldiers served by the Luyang Tuntian Army began to charge.
The first batch invested a total of three thousand people.
They have a relatively strong will to fight and have certain rules. Officers above the rank of corps commander have leather armor, and they even have a small group of professional infantry archers.
When he rushed to the camp gate, he withstood the dense arrows and charged fiercely regardless of casualties.
There were piles of corpses inside and outside the camp gate, as well as many baggage trucks, deer antlers and other obstacles. Both sides were unable to form a formation and were fighting solely on their own personal courage.
The screams were endless, and the corpses were piled up at a staggering speed.
The battle lines keep moving inward.
Seeing this, Li Zhong on the high platform decisively threw in the second batch of two thousand people, followed the gap torn by the first batch of auxiliary soldiers, and rushed in with shouts.
The enemy forces also continued to mobilize troops to reinforce where the fighting was fiercest. For this reason, the defensive power in other directions inevitably weakened.
At least, there aren't many reinforcements behind the camp walls.
Li Chongcai took advantage of the time and directly ordered Gao Yi and Zheng Dong, the leaders of the Yamen Army Building, to each lead a thousand troops to attack the east side of the bandit stronghold.
Qin San, the leader of the building, led a thousand soldiers to attack the west side of the bandit stronghold.
In this way, the east, north and west sides were besieged, leaving only one place on the south side for the enemy to escape. This is the so-called siege of three towers and one tower.
The battle is getting more intense.
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Peng Ling, as the second batch of auxiliary soldiers to reinforce the past, followed the chaotic crowd and moved forward mechanically and numbly. Corpses were everywhere inside and outside the camp gate, it was too horrible to see.
Especially near a few baggage trucks, the corpses were so densely packed that it was jaw-dropping.
It seems that some people want to remove these obstacles, and some people try their best to stop them. The two sides fight over and over again, constantly adding human lives, and finally end with the bandit army collapsing and giving up.
The shouts of killing in front suddenly became louder.
Peng Ling took a closer look, but it was the enemy general who led the elite soldiers in a counterattack.
This group of people were fierce and cruel, well-equipped, and the screams of pain never stopped wherever they passed.
Blood splattered everywhere.
A human head rolled under his feet.
Arrows were flying overhead, densely packed.
Peng Ling's expression didn't change much. He didn't want to live for a long time, and he didn't know why he came to fight this battle.
Forget it, for the sake of eating from Chen Hou for a few days, give him this life.
An arrow flew from the front.
He moved forward bravely without blinking an eye.
The arrow passed through his ear, and a scream sounded from behind.
Peng Ling took the Huanshou knife and chopped it off the neck of an enemy soldier who was killing his own soldier.
Blood spurted out, and the enemy soldiers fell down without a word.
He stepped forward, found another target, and slashed it with the ring-headed knife.
To outsiders, his movements had no rules, his whole body had huge gaps, and there were flaws everywhere. If a veteran comes over and is calm and composed, he can be killed with one move.
But on the battlefield, how can you have the opportunity to calmly display your skills?
Thousands of people were fighting together, everyone was shouting, their faces were distorted and full of ferocity, and they couldn’t show off their abilities.
You have to be the kind of person who has experienced countless battles and has no regard for life and death, in order to calmly use your hard-earned skills to kill people in the most effortless and precise way.
Peng Ling has become indifferent to life and death, but he has no ability and only knows how to kill indiscriminately.
Cut, chop, chop!
Kill, kill, kill!
Just think of this man as a dog officer, slash him with the knife, and blood will cover his head and face. It’s so happy, so happy!
Peng Ling even licked the blood at the corner of his mouth. The "sweet" taste made him laugh uncontrollably.
Kill your mother!
With another slash, the enemy's arm was broken off at the elbow.
Peng Ling frowned, not killing this dog official.
One more strike!
There seemed to be a stabbing pain in his lower abdomen. He was too lazy to care. He caught up with the enemy soldier who had broken his elbow, grabbed his head, and slashed with the knife, and more blood spurted out.
Peng Ling bathed in the blood intoxicatedly, feeling that the pores all over his body were opened, and he wanted to moan in comfort.
Killed another dog officer, so happy!
Not enough, not enough!
He pushed the corpse away and rushed towards the place where the enemy soldiers were most densely packed, laughing loudly.
Looking at Peng Ling, who was covered in blood but still smiling, the enemy soldiers were as horrified as if they had seen a ghost.
Some people were so frightened that they peed, and their bodies were so weak that they were about to fall to the ground.
"Poof!" The Huanshou knife struck his neck mercilessly.
The enemy troops not far away were in a commotion when they saw it.
When Fang Paoze saw him, his morale was greatly boosted. They followed Peng Ling one after another and marched in noisily.
“Ghost!” An enemy soldier threw away his equipment, turned around and ran away.
More people followed suit and dispersed to the rear and sides.
The morale of the soldiers of the Tuntian Army reached its peak, and they swarmed forward, chasing the enemy and slashing at them.
At this moment, high-pitched killing sounds rang out from both the east and west sides of the camp.
The Yamen army, which had been recharging its strength for a long time, fought bravely.
The battle line only lasted for a stick of incense, and soon moved into the village.
The Yamen sergeants jumped off the camp wall one by one, then killed the enemy soldiers at the camp gate, opened the camp door, and welcomed the robes outside.
At this point in the battle, there is no longer any suspense.
The morale of the thieves who were attacked from many directions dropped sharply, their fighting spirit dropped sharply, and they were at a loss.
A moment later, the camp gate on the south side burst open, and a group of cavalry escorted Hou Tuo and fled in a hurry.
“Hou Tuo is gone!”
“Don’t leave, Hou Tuo!”
“Hou Tuo is gone, why don’t you surrender?”
The officers and soldiers shouted in unison while chasing down the enemy whose morale had collapsed.
Some people refused to listen and ran away.
Someone abandoned his weapon and knelt down, begging for his life.
More people were running around and falling into hysterics.
But no matter what, the resistance of the established organizations has disappeared, and the battle has entered the final stage.
(End of this chapter)