Chapter Ninety-Five: Blood in the Sky (2)
As soon as Wen Zhiqian's words fell, Zhao Feng turned his head to look at the water bowl beside him, in the cyan water bowl, the water waves were rippling, and there were constantly water droplets beating, Zhang Dabiao held the knife and got up.
Knock knock, knock knock!
The loud sound of the war drums roared throughout the town of Wuchuan, and the veterans and veterans were experienced enough to judge the situation of the enemy army based on the density and sound of the drums, which had never been so dense since the siege of Wuchuan Town, and now it was deafening.
"Let's go!" Wen Zhiqian took the lead out of the hall, and dense footsteps sounded on the long street of Wuchuan Town, and the splashed muddy water had not yet flown up, and was stepped on by the people behind, and after a while, everyone had come under the city wall, looking up at the sky, and the rain mixed with dense arrows and crossbows was overwhelming.
Wen Zhiqian hid under the cover of the city wall as fast as he could, watching the arrows and crossbows fall to the ground and stick in front of his feet, how could the Xiongnu launch a round of siege without warning? Could it be that something else was going on? After a round of arrow rain, Wen Zhiqian leaned against the city wall, used his hands and feet at the same time, climbed the city head along the stairs, through the hole in the city wall, he could clearly see the scene in the north of the city, the black pressure on a large area of the Hun army, taking advantage of the heavy rain to appear in front of the city gate, huge catapults lined up in the rear of the army, the front row of the army is not the infantry besieging the city, but the cavalry wearing heavy armor, more than 1,000 people.
The Huns were in such a position, that is, they were brazen and aggressive with a clear will to die and leave no room for them.
At the same time, the cavalry defending the city in Wuchuan Town has also gone out of the city, and the opposite side is facing each other, but the number is limited, but eight hundred, but each person has an extra armored and heavy war horse, the heavy war horse is in front, the real cavalry is in the rear, or the old problem, Wuchuan Town has enough grain and grass, but there are too few people, and can only rely on the load-bearing war horse to increase the thickness and impact of the cavalry, at this moment, when the survival is in crisis, it has exceeded the general sense of the city defense war, can not continue to hold out, even if it is at a disadvantage, it must fight for every inch of land, for the defenders in Wuchuan Town, every inch of soil in front is a valuable space。
Both sides only wore swords and shields, almost at the same time into the battlefield, and there was a tacit understanding of the forward run, both sides of the catapult and the bow and crossbow were also attacking each other's formation at the same time, huge stones and thick arm-like crossbow arrows rushed into the opponent's army with anger, but everyone knows that the real protagonist is the cavalry that collides with each other, saying that it is colliding with each other, in fact, it is abandoning all tactics of exchanging life for life.
The two black lines collided on the flat land of Wuchuan Town, the first thing that exploded was the rain on the collision line, and then the blood and broken arms, from a distance, the scene was bloody and tragic, bringing out a burst of bloody rain and fog, and the two black lines dimmed a lot at the same time, which was caused by the dead people who reduced the number of people.
In fact, the cavalry in it felt that it was just a simple passing shoulder with the other party, setting up a shield and a knife, and if it was dead, it would be dead, and if it was not dead, look around, the figure of the brothers in the past had disappeared, and it was too late to sigh and grieve, and the two sides brushed and turned their heads against each other, and collided again.
This time the collision formation, the defenders of Wuchuan Town obviously changed the way of rushing forward, half of the cavalry reduced the running speed, hiding behind the cavalry in front, forming an arrow-shaped rush forward, the cavalry commonly used to chisel the formation method, this method can increase the middle thickness of the cavalry, enhance the power of the collision, but the shortcomings are also obvious, the thickness of the front line on both sides is reduced and thinned, if it can chisel through the opponent's cavalry line, the damage caused to the enemy is huge, if it is not chiseled, it is easy to fall into the situation of being surrounded.
Wen Zhiqian, who was above the city, couldn't help but clench his fists, slowly lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at what was happening under the city.
There was a loud bang, the cavalry at the front collided, like a big axe to open the mountain, the iron cavalry chiseled a large array, the vanguard cavalry of Wuchuan Town could be chiseled open the formation of the Hun iron cavalry, the Hun iron cavalry also barely achieved the encirclement, a glimmer of life, but also close to the end of the world, most of the casualties on both sides, the number of superior grassland iron cavalry is still better, at the same time, there are eight hundred horsemen galloping out of the black pressure Hun formation, quickly rushing towards here.
Although there are more load-bearing horses, the cavalry of Wuchuan Town in a conical formation will advance the entire encirclement in the direction of Wuchuan Town, so as to reach the range of the crossbow at the head of the city has become a luxury, and then rush to the heavy cavalry without drawing a knife and shield, just integrate into the encirclement, and realize the total annihilation of the cavalry of Wuchuan Town.
By the time the grassland iron cavalry re-arrayed, Wuchuan Town had been covered with corpses all over the field, with severed fingers and stump arms, and blood flowed like a river, blood mixed with rainwater, winding into streams that flowed somewhere.
In the center of the grassland army, Zhang Yuan, who was dressed in ordinary military armor, squinted his eyes, and constantly tapped the handle of the grassland scimitar with his index finger, he despised and hated everything in the grassland, and he had a soft spot for the grassland scimitar, because this kind of knife killed people sharply, and there was a sense of smoothness when piercing into the human body, and there would be no slightest condensation, he was ready to use this knife to cross Tai'an City, cross the river, cross Jiankang City, and cut off the heads of those dignitaries, but now it stopped in Wuchuan Town.
The topography of Wuchuan Town is in his mind, the method of siege, the order of siege, sound and complete, but it is not able to attack for a long time, which makes the generalissimo of the grassland southward soldiers and horses a little annoyed and angry, in fact, at this time Wuchuan Town has no backbone, there are enemies on all sides, relying on the keen sense of smell and experience of the veteran soldiers and soldiers fighting on the battlefield, twisted into a rope, such as the cavalry of Wuchuan Town who just went out of the city and died in battle, it is difficult to say who is giving orders, maybe just a look, everyone will understand, and the formation changes in the blink of an eye, becoming an awl-shaped chisel formation.
It was a joke that four thousand troops defended a city before the steppe army, but at this time the joke was the truth.
"The way General Song governs the army made Zhang Yuan admire. Zhang Yuan walked forward slowly, standing at the front of the entire team, as if talking to himself, and as if talking to the surroundings: "After eight hundred cavalry, Wuchuan Town should be the infantry next, and the ordinary infantry against the cavalry is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, so I have to take an extraordinary road, but I don't know if the infantry who went out of the city this time is to use the chariot as the vanguard, or to open the way with heavy swords." ”
As soon as the words fell, the gate of Wuchuan Town slowly opened, and the infantry phalanx with a number of about 1,000 people walked out quickly, the defenders at the front were holding heavy knives, and the heavy knives were also known as Da Mo knives, all of which weighed more than sixty catties, and those with outstanding arm strength could not be used, in the 1,000 infantry phalanx, Wen Zhiqian was in it, and the strange thing was that on both sides of the phalanx, there was a person who broke away from the team, on the left was Zhang Dabiao who was holding a heavy black knife, and on the right was Zhao Feng, who was emaciated and tied to death with a saber in both hands.
Seeing this formation, Zhang Yuan grinned: "Drink, the method of breaking the net by the fish is good, since I want to die, I, Zhang Yuan, will let the blood stain Wuchuan Town!"