It's certainly cool to annex miscellaneous cards, but it's not so cool when it's your turn to play. However, Qiu Liju still has a way, the Wuhuan people are not monolithic internally, and there are also differences between distant and close relatives among the tribes. Of course, he won't let his core go into battle first, other people's children will always die, will he?

Besides, the Han army on the mountain has been shooting for so long, it should not be able to shoot...... Right? Qiu Liju glanced up the hill and saw that the sharpshooter of the Han army was still standing on the big rock, and his heart became uncertain. Such a guy has one, won't there be a second..... Phew, he spat on the ground, and said in his heart: One is enough, and a few more, do we still want to live?

It took the Wuhuan people more than half an hour to send out several loose infantry phalanxes, each with about a thousand men in each formation. Looking at the crooked appearance of his soldiers, Qiu Liju's face darkened, and he impatiently said to Zuo Da Danghu, who came forward to ask for instructions: "What are you waiting for?" Give it to me! ”

Zuo Dadanghu was set up by the Wuhuan people to imitate the Huns, and was one of the most powerful people under Da Danyu, who originally wanted to show his loyalty to Qiu Liju, but he didn't expect to touch a soft nail when he came up, so he had to turn around and go to the front of the battle to supervise the battle.

When he arrived at the front, his face immediately became vicious, and he casually whipped a few soldiers with a whip, and Zuo Da was not talking nonsense, waved his hand, and shouted: "Up!" ”

The first wave of Wuhuan people immediately moved and slowly walked towards the west. Although these Wuhuan people are not suitable for the core people, their equipment is much better than that of Zahu. None of the soldiers used wooden clubs and bone arrows, and the elite of the various divisions were also covered with stained iron armor, and their morale seemed to be much better than that of Zahu.

At the top of the mountain, Tian Yu looked at the Hu soldiers who pounced again, and his heart was already a lot calmer. When he first saw the black pressure under the mountain, he was still a little worried. With so many people, even if ten are exchanged for one, it will be the annihilation of the entire army. But Fang Cai's cane was knocked down, and the weakness of the Hu people was exposed.

He looked up at the sun, which was about to move overhead, and said to himself: The traitor can launch two more attacks at most today, and he can think about counterattacking later. Thinking of this, he glanced at Chen Cheng standing in front of the formation again, and his confidence was a little more sufficient.

The attack of the Wuhuan people was much more methodical than that of Zahu, and the soldiers with shields leaned side by side and slowly retreated towards the mountain. They don't move fast and are obviously very patient. The archers of the Han army on the mountain tried to shoot two rounds, but to no avail, so they gave up continuing to do this useless work, and replaced their arrows with bows and arrows, ready to shoot two rounds at close range, and then retreated.

Chen Cheng picked up his strong bow and shot an arrow. Eighty paces away, the arrow entered through the gap between the two shields and burrowed into the chest of a black man. The man screamed and fell to the ground. Seeing that he was shot through the chest, his companion behind him showed no sympathy and cut his neck with a knife.

Due to the harsh living environment, the Hu people have developed the custom of valuing the young and the strong, and they are respectful to the strong and merciless to the weak. Since that person can't be saved, then just hack to death. In their eyes, it was a relief.

Some of their companions were shot down, and the other Wuhuan people leaned closer. Chen Cheng fired his bow again, only to find that there were no good targets in his field of vision, of course he could shoot the enemy's exposed arms and toes, but that was not his style. He searched for a while, and when he fired again, another Wuhuan man fell to the ground.

was shot by him more than a dozen people in a row, and the Wuhuan people became a little angry. Several elite archers ran a few steps forward, caught up with the infantry in the front row, and shot towards Chen Cheng. Zhang Ju had conquered several counties before, obtained a large number of ordnance and armor, and the Wuhuan people also received a lot. More than a month ago, Gongsun Zhan's army defeated Liaoxi, and also lost a large number of weapons, and the Wuhuan people did not lack bows, arrows, swords and guns.

These archers all use a good bow from the Han army, and the arrows are also made of fine iron, which can exert amazing power when combined. However, the bow and arrows used by Chen Cheng would only be better than the enemy on the opposite side. He shot arrow after arrow, and one person could match a team of elite archers.

He stood on a high place, and he had been hit by several arrows, but they were all painless. Stretch your bow and take an arrow, and with a slight aim, the arrow roars out.

A black archer was shooting arrows frantically, but his head shook suddenly, and he couldn't even scream when he was hit by an arrow in his face, and he fell to the ground and died. Seeing such a terrifying archery, the others couldn't help but shudder, and ran in all directions to find shelter.

However, before they dispersed, an eagle archer had been hidden for a long time, and suddenly burst out, and from a distance of fifty paces, an arrow shot towards Chen Cheng. He used a five-stone iron-tired bow, which was powerful, and the arrow went fast and urgently, heading straight for Chen Cheng's left eye. Although Chen Cheng knew that even if his eyes were shot blind, it would not hurt, and he would be able to grow well in a few days, but he still had human instincts, and when he saw the arrow hitting his face, he couldn't help but raise the strong bow in his hand and pull it over.

The sharp arrow cut the bowstring and slammed into the bow with a "click" sound. Chen Cheng jumped off the stone with a light hand, and when he looked again, a crack had already appeared in the bow body. Open the system, and the name has also changed from "Han Army Strong Bow" to "Damaged Han Army Strong Bow".

Chen Cheng was annoyed in his heart, threw the damaged bow to the ground, snatched the good bow in Wei Ran's hand, and said, "Give me another bag of arrows!" ”

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, took the quiver from the other soldiers, and lowered it. Chen Cheng stretched out his hand to take it and said, "It's about to be a white soldier." Withdraw to the back. ”

With that, he poked his head out from behind the rock, trying to observe the enemy. But as soon as he poked his head out, he was hit by an arrow on his helmet. "Dang", after the crisp sound, Chen Cheng wisely retreated behind the stone. Outside of his sight, the arrow hit the shield with a dull sound.

At the top of the mountain, the sound of a horn sounded. With the sound of long horns, the crossbowmen fired a final volley and began to retreat, while the archers continued to scatter freely. Chen Cheng waited for three seconds, and suddenly burst out from behind the stone, and the good bow in his hand had been stretched to the fullest.

However, he quickly took a look at the situation in front of him, hundreds of Wuhuan people were disbanding the formation, each rushing up frantically with their shields on their heads, and dozens of Wuhuan archers were throwing arrows from behind, not seeing the target he was looking for at all. Several more arrows came at him, and he slightly deflected his head, and as he let the arrows fly past his ears, his fingers loosened, and a black archer on the opposite side fell in response.

The Han archers also began to retreat, and the sword and shield soldiers rushed forward and fought hand-to-hand with the Wuhuan infantry. Chen Cheng looked left and right again, but still didn't see the enemy he was looking for. He felt pity in his heart, put away his bow and arrows, and switched to a sword and shield. Ten paces away, the Wuhuan infantry roared and threw throwing axes, stones and other throwing weapons, and the Han soldiers on this side also threw out javelins.

Dense throwing weapons staggered through the air, and some even collided together, making a "crackling" sound. Each side threw a round, and both went down to some people. Then, the soldiers from both sides collided violently. The average height of the Han soldiers was seven feet, which was one head taller than the Hu people, and the armor was better, and they fought from top to bottom, so they had a great advantage in the exchange ratio.

At the foot of the mountain, the condor archer who appeared before knelt in front of Qiu Liju's horse and said, "Da Danyu, I failed to shoot that person, you punish me!" ”

Qiu Liju snorted, and said with an unkind face: "Aren't you the best in the world in the world in self-boasting on weekdays?" Even a man... Neither officer nor soldier can shoot to death, what face does he have to claim to be an archer or condorman? ”

The Condor Archer looked up and said, "Please give me another chance, next time, I will definitely take that man's life!" ”

Although Qiu Liju is in power in the clan and lives and dies, it is impossible for him to really break the sharpest knife he was injured with because of this incident. The reason why his face was not good was because he saw that on the mountain in the distance, the sharpshooter of the Han army had changed his sword and shield, and he was still brave and invincible.

His eyelids began to jump again, and he cursed in his heart: He can shoot arrows and fight hand-to-hand, why didn't God thunder down and chop that man to death? Qiu Liju looked up at the sky, the sun was shining, it didn't look like it was going to thunder. Lowering his head, the strongest warrior under his command was kneeling upright.

"Get out, don't kill that man, don't come back to me!"

The Condor Archer kowtowed in silence and turned to leave without saying a word.

Qiu Liju turned his gaze back to the mountain. The infantry of the first formation had been killed, and the soldiers of the second formation were marching towards the hill under the pressure of the noble officers of the various tribes. He was a little anxious in his heart, it seemed that he couldn't win today. Even if the men on the mountain are scattered, there will only be more to come.

He thought of retreating again, but the thousands of rebel infantry behind him made him feel like a thorn in his back, uncomfortable but he didn't dare to really withdraw his troops. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed in his heart: damn Zhang Chun, damn Gongsun Zhan, damn Han..........

The second formation of Wuhuan infantry lasted for a shorter time than the first, and their morale fell quickly after witnessing the crushing defeat of their tribesmen and seeing the corpses strewn across the mountains. After rushing forward with a strong bow and a hard crossbow, dozens of people were hacked to death as soon as they made contact, and they retreated in a swarm.

Those Wuhuan nobles are not stupid, Qiu Liju clearly wants to continue to annex miscellaneous cards. The capital in hand is exhausted, so how will it be mixed up in the future? So he didn't bother to suppress the soldiers, resisted a little for a while, and then withdrew.

The sun was already in the west, and he was dazzled by the sun. He was wiping his sweat when the drums on the mountain began to beat again. Qiu Liju cursed: "Knock knock, knock non-stop, mourning?" ”

The pro-soldier on the side suddenly exclaimed, he didn't know what was happening, he looked around blankly, and saw that everyone was shouting loudly. Qiu Liju suddenly realized something, and hurriedly looked towards the mountain, the sun was dazzling, and in the brilliant light, hundreds of Han cavalry rushed down from the mountain like a wind.