Chapter 139: The Battle of Chulu Eleven

Zuo Li retreated, his face was ashamed, "General Shang, your subordinates are incompetent." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Eh," Shang Xie raised his hand to interrupt Zuo Li's words, and looked at Zal who was out of range, "A mountain ghost clansman can actually do this on the grassland, Zuo Li, do you say that men made the grasslands? Or did the grasslands make men?"

Zuo Li's eyes narrowed, and he didn't answer Shang Xie's words, but glanced at Zal who was shouting behind him, and asked, "General, the enemy's morale has been greatly boosted, what should our army do?"

"How?" Shang Xie smiled, "Swing your army up." ”

"General?" Zuo Li heard this, his face changed, and the iron armor on his body made a hula sound as his body trembled.

"Haha."

After Shang Xie heard this, he laughed softly and looked at the Maharaja behind Zar from afar, "That man has doubts in his heart, he is tempting." ”

"General, how can you see it?" Zuo Li's expression was slightly retracted, "If the enemy army rushes up here, what should our army do?"

"Yes, when morale is high, you should blow the trumpet of the charge. Shang Xie drew his long sword, "If they don't blow it, then let's blow it!"

"General!" Before Zuo Li could say anything, Shang Xie had already signaled to the sturdy soldiers.

The roaring horn sounded, and the infantry phalanx, with shield-wielding iron boots and thick armor, slowly advanced upwards with low steps, followed by crossbowmen.

Zal was stunned, he didn't expect that in such a situation, the enemy would rush forward. You know, they have 20,000 more than the country of Lu.

He hurriedly withdrew, glancing at Zadar's face, but did not speak.

"The bed crossbowman is ready. Zadar raised his hand and looked at the flint riders on either side.

The cavalry immediately understood, and raised the narrow sword in his hand high.

After a thousand arrows, the soldiers gathered around the bed crossbowmen twisted their axes and began to draw their bows and load their arrows.

The bed crossbow redesigned by the Xuangong people is far more powerful than the bow and arrow used by a single person, and the lethality is far from being comparable to that of the bow and arrow. There are 12 arrows in the upper pocket of the string, each arrow is made of black steel, and the arrow is sharp and heavy.

Within three hundred feet, such a bed crossbow can shatter the iron armor of the soldiers.

When the soldiers of the Lu State entered the bed crossbow at a distance of 500 arrows, the bed crossbowman began to open the machine bracket to release the arrows.

For a while, the thick arrows of about one meter tore the sound of the wind, and the sound of the wind was like a rainstorm, accompanied by the roar of arrows like raindrops.

The shield bearers in the first row of Lu State, they immediately firmly planted their plates, and their hands clenched the extremely thick shields, and in the face of arrows like a rainstorm, their backs were cold.

The moment the crossbow bolt crashed into the shield, the arrow was the center on the shield, and the steel began to collapse like a spider's web. Driven by the strength of the arrows, the shield-bearers began to lift their bodies off the ground, and the sound of "boom" hit the shields of the shield-bearers in the back row.

Facing the fierceness of the first row of shield-wielding hands, the soldiers of the Lu State behind began to shout hoarsely, diluting the fear in their hearts with the sound of battle resounding through the grassland.

As the next round of the Huangyang tribe's attack approached, the shieldmen of the Lu State quickly pushed forward, creating an effective range for the crossbowmen behind them.

Within three hundred meters, Lu Guo's crossbowman raised his hands and quickly released his tense hands.

The stalemate between the two armies immediately opened a half-arc rain of arrows in mid-air, and the short, sharp arrows headed towards the Huangyang tribe like a parabola.

The bed crossbowmen did not dare to retreat, and twisted the axle again, and before they could open their hands, their faces or helmets were full of arrows, and blood came out at once.

The Lu crossbowmen immediately scattered to both sides, firing indiscriminately, giving way to the soldiers holding Changge halberds in the infantry phalanx, and the cavalry in the rear had already advanced in a roundabout way towards the two wings.

Faced with this scene, the monarch of the Huangyang tribe knew that if he did not order the withdrawal of the army now, the two armies would fight in one place.

This is only 300 meters away, and even if they retreat, they will lose a lot.

"Maharaja!" Zar lowered his voice and shouted, his hands exposed, and the hammers were held by him.

"Mr. Xuanliu, what do you think our army should do?" At this critical juncture, Zadar turned his head to look at Xuanliu, who had a calm face, and asked him.

"It would be unwise to withdraw at this time! Our army has a large number of troops, but the enemy army is still on the ground, and it is either a false show or a deceit. Xuan Liu said slowly, facing the dust and smoke in front of him, there was no panic on his face, "The Maharaja will not only lose his troops when he withdraws at this time, but will also lose his momentum, why doesn't the Maharaja gamble?"

"Shangcheng Xuanliu, the wisdom of the mountain ghost; Wen can write poetry, and Wu can kill the enemy. Zadar laughed, his right cowhide hand swinging forward. The soldiers behind him immediately rushed out and rushed to kill the deafening deafening.

"When they attack, those who doubt will be followed by those who are scheming. Shang Xie looked at the smoke-filled "Fengsui", his expression was a little abrupt, but the sword in his right hand was quickly swung to the right.

On the side of Lu Guobu's military formation, the cavalry on the right flank immediately swept out, forming a semi-arc with the cavalry on the left. The shield-wielding hand stepped back slightly, revealing the soldier with a weapon in hand.

After a while, the two armies stormed in one place. In a moment, blood flowed for a long time, and the corpses on the ground were lying hand and foot.

The yellow flag waved, and the standard-bearers in the rear of the Lu State waved heavily under the signal of Shang Xie. The cavalry on both sides immediately clamped down on the "beacon" of the Huangyang tribe, and the warriors in the military array cut into the army of the Huangyang tribe like wedges.

"They have their hands left. Zadar Whip pointed at the rear of the Lu army, where there were still many black-armored warriors who had not yet rushed into the battlefield, "How is this?"

"The Maharaja can also withdraw the sergeants while fighting. Under Xuanliu's white trench coat was the cold iron armor, and he held the iron sword forward, "If I guessed correctly, their target is not us, there are elite people, presumably Youming is further behind." That's a good thing, Maharaja. ”

Hearing Xuanliu's words, Zadar turned his head and looked at the other party, "Why did Mr. guess so much?"

"A few days ago, General Chu sent someone to agree with the monarch to attack the Lu army. Xuanliu did not rush to answer Zadar, but asked, "I don't know what the prince is going to do? Is it really to cooperate with the Chu army to move north to take the empty city of Qufu, or to move the army east to flank the king of Lu." ”

When Zadar heard Xuanliu's words, he sighed and smiled lowly, "Mr. Xuanliu's keen person, the country of tigers and wolves in the Chu country is also not to be complicit." ”

"The Great Monarch agreed to the request of the King of Chu at the beginning, so he must have thought about it!" Xuan Liu shook his head, "The Great Monarch, please take a look." ”

Zadar looked at Xuanliu's hand, where the rear of the cavalry of the Lu State began to close, revealing the fragile crossbowmen behind them like an awl.

"It's not what the offense looks like. Zadar smiled, "He's hinting at me." ”

"Maybe I was hinting at you from the beginning. Xuanliu groaned and spoke.

"Sir is talking about the soldier at the beginning of the war. Zadar smiled softly, and with a wave of his sword, the sound of gold rang out.