In later generations, Wang Hou once liked a movie very much, "The Disappearing Ninth Army", but this time, he doesn't have to envy it, because he acted it himself.

It's exactly the same as the scene of the siege of the Roman camp in the movie, except that the Romans' wooden village was replaced by a snow village, and the Romans' big shield was replaced by a small round shield and plate armor in the left hand, a hedgehog array built with axes and guns, heavy infantry on three sides, and a light infantry crossbowman in the center.

Wang Hou moved, and the herdsmen of Wuhuan who had been squatting in the heavy snow shell to watch the excitement finally followed suit.

Not all the grassland soldiers fought on horseback, during the Tang Dynasty, there was a record of the Turks dismounting and fighting with the Tang army with spears, and later generations said that it was the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, but the official record of the Ming Dynasty was that the captives were extremely fine! The situation in front of him was similar, a cattle-level Wuhuan warrior with a height of two meters and a tall horse roared and raised the bronze battle axe in his hand, and in the sound of hulala, hundreds of Wuhuan people gave up their war horses and actually stepped on the snow and grinned to meet them.

Then aren't you looking for abuse! After being frozen for a long time, I had long wanted to move my hands and feet, looking at a livestock-level giant beast leading the team, these chaotic grassland nomadic infantry were very Han Mote grinning and charging up, and the Qingzhou heavy infantry in the first few rows all smirked and squatted down slightly, and held the axe and gun tighter with both hands.

Bang dang ~ bang dang ~

After all, it is a grassland people, the people in front are wheeled with axes, and the people behind are running and shooting arrows, but compared with the compound bow in the Central Plains, the quality of these grassland bows is obviously very average, and it is similar to the bamboo bow of Eastern Wu.

The first plate axe is not easy to use, and the second plate axe is here again, it is really a big plate axe, facing those Qingzhou heavy infantry who are half a head short, and the Wuhuan giant beast that leads the way roared and picked up the bronze plate axe in hand.

Puff~

Didn't cut it......

Don't say you didn't cut it, you still got in, the bigger the block, the more attack points there are, and the more than a thousand punctures of the Qingzhou heavy infantry a day are playing with you? The axe didn't wait for it to be chopped, and a shot rushed to his chest first, so frightened that the thing was like a fertilized husky, and suddenly hurriedly raised the axe to resist, but he didn't care about it, so that the sharp head of an axe gun pierced into him, and a bloody wound, blood spurted out like tap water, and the goods fell to the ground.

It's not at the level of Long Aotian, but an inch long is an inch strong! The axe guns more than three meters long are still in two rows, pierced and wheeled, and in the crackling sound, most of the more than 40 grassland men who rushed up in the first wave were tragic, either stabbed to death on the spot or stabbed to the ground, and they were very characteristic of the late Han Dynasty and grinned with their teeth.

However, these steppe nomads are really good enough, and when they see that they have suffered losses, they don't care about those who are injured, they just run away, and they don't care about it!

The weakness of Wang Hou's phalanx has been exposed again, in order to maintain the formation, he will definitely not be able to outrun these messy gadfly-like guys, and he wants to try how many brushes they have, how to play! Wang Hou didn't give the order to chase or shoot arrows, and watched these guys slip out for dozens of meters.

But the annoying scene came, and when they got on their horses again, these Wuhuan nomads rushed up like bulls with bows and screaming in Wuhuan words that they didn't know what they meant, as if they were not the ones who had been beaten and fled just now.

And this time, these guys didn't attack directly, they rode back more than forty meters, pulled the grassland bow in hand, and swished arrow after arrow.

This feels like being entangled in flies, clanging iron arrows and bone arrows, you don't care, this thing is really likely to punch the master to death, shoot people to death, take care of it, it's really not a big threat, standing against the crackling arrow rain, the heavy infantry in front is frequently looking at the back.

"Governor?"

After squinting his eyes for a few seconds, Wang Hou also tilted his head: "The crossbowman fights, but don't shoot a salvo, try to shoot at Lao Tzu!" ”

"Yes!"

The light infantry, who had long been annoyed by the arrows, and whose hands had been cocooned in archery practice were also sharply bared teeth and squinted their eyes with sharp late Han Dynasty characteristics, and aimed at the Wuhuan archers who were shooting happily.

Forty meters is a projectile for a bow, and it is within the range of precision strikes for a crossbow, and a guy with a small nose and small eyes at the front, and a row of bone armor like a goblin shaman on his body is quickly washing and throwing the arrows in the quiver to the head of the Qingzhou army, and the five crossbowmen who have seen him unpleasant pulled the crossbow machine together.

In the whooshing sound, five crossbows shot three arrows, one in the thigh, one in the chest, and one in the head, and the thin monkey couldn't even hum, and fell straight off the horse.

The accuracy of the crossbow arrows is really higher than that of the bow, two hundred crossbowmen, shooting in the air and such a few arrows shooting on one person, a round of aiming design, killing more than forty of them, again, a scream, hundreds of nomadic archers ran away.

You know it's amazing! Then you should fuck off! Holding a shoulder, Wang Hou watched them smugly and shook their cheeks.

However! The guys didn't know if they were huskies, so they ran away, patted their chests in fright, and came again after a while.

But this time, they were more cautious, sparsely fell up to the twenties, ran fifty meters away, shot an arrow and ran, after running out how far to see that the Qingzhou army did not chase, and ran back to shoot an arrow.

No wonder it is so difficult for the infantry of the farming people in the Central Plains to fight these nomads, he doesn't have to fight you head-on, just shoot an arrow and run, don't look at Wang Houjun's no serious casualties so far, a little of them are skin injuries, how many armies in the world are wearing two layers of forged armor? Chase and can't catch up, you can only passively bear the casualties of the arrows, you will shoot you for a day if you can't kill once, and sooner or later there will be a time when your morale will collapse and die.

And don't talk about others, now Wang Hou also has nothing to do with these loaches to lift the slippery Wuhuan cavalry, his cavalry is all going to fight Gongsun Kang, frowning for a minute, Wang Hou waved his hand forward in annoyance.

"Shooting, the one with the best score stepped forward, two heavy infantry protected one person, give Lao Tzu to aim at him, shoot one by one!"

Fortunately, the Qingzhou army is well-trained, a total of forty-five people are divided forward, two heavy infantry raise spears for defense, one light infantry crossbow, perennial shooting training is really not covered, the next batch of twenty Wuhuan marksmen galloped over on horseback, the light infantry with crossbows and careful aim suddenly pulled the crossbow machine, and the war horses screamed, and they knocked down four or five!!

However, in Wang Hou's irritable look, these guys were like the Skaven rat people, and they collapsed in fright, but after a while, their morale was restored, and the formation was more dispersed.

"Fuck, shoot slowly! Let's see who of us can shoot whom! ”