Chapter 9: The End of Ping (6)

It was the rockets that the villagers were accustomed to using in the dark, and for two consecutive nights, it had caused a huge panic to the soldiers of Youzhou. Now, when their morale is at its lowest, it has fallen from the sky.

The night sky was suddenly illuminated, followed by snow on the hillside. Patches of rocks and dead trees with their leaves were illuminated by the flames in jagged shadows, long and short, bright and dark. Immediately after, the mountains in the distance also suddenly appeared, jumping and shaking, as if they had turned into fierce beasts.

Ice is their fangs, the night wind is their breath, and the trees are the hard manes on their backs......

"Rocket, it's a rocket!"

"The hillbilly is here again! Come on! ”

"Run, the hillbilly is going to burn us!"

"Mother-"

The officers and soldiers of the Youzhou Army, who are known as invincible except for the leather room army, screamed and wailed, and the wolves rushed to the pigs. The weapon in his hand didn't know where to swing it. The armor and shields on the carriage did not bother to take them down and arm themselves.

"Whoosh, swish, swish...... More fire arrows mixed with eagle feather arrows fell from mid-air, overturning seven or eight unlucky people, and illuminating the mountain road stuck between the two hills.

The tip of the shaft is tied with a fire bolt of flammable materials such as sulfur batting, and it does not have any armor-piercing ability. The eagle feather arrows were blocked by the thick sheepskin jacket, and they could not cause fatal wounds. However, the courage of the soldiers in Youzhou was instantly smashed by the sudden appearance of fire arrows and carvings.

No general was willing to stop, organize his ranks, and meet the enemy army. Nor were any soldiers willing to obey the orders of the generals. The commanders and the chiefs, surrounded by the soldiers of their relatives, pushed away anyone who dared to stand in their way, and ran wildly. The ordinary soldiers who had lost their backbone did not care about each other, and ran along the mountain road with their heads in their hands. Someone slipped and fell to the ground, and immediately dozens of pairs of big feet stepped on this person. In the blink of an eye, the fallen man was trampled unconscious, and the flames on the shaft of the nearby arrow pulsed, illuminating his body strewn with footprints and a face full of despair.

"Don't run, don't run, stop and fight! There aren't many of them, there aren't many of them! Ma Yanxu jumped around with his empty hands like a big horse monkey. The two waves of rockets together are not enough to make up the number of five hundred. The casualties caused to the Youzhou army were even more minimal. He saw it, and he saw everything very clearly. However, he couldn't make the soldiers who were fleeing for their lives believe in themselves again.

Prestige is not built by slaughtering one's own people. In the excerpts, "beheading the general and establishing the might" and "killing Ji Mingji" are just legends made up by boring literati. For thousands of years, only a few fools would think that this was the only way to establish the prestige of the lord. And Ma Yanxu happens to be one of them.

On the first day, when he failed to make contact with the enemy and stabbed to death Lu Yongzhao, the commander of the White Horse Battalion, with his sword, his prestige had already been folded in two halves in the Blue Wolf Army. When he forced Yelu Chi Dog and Han Dexin to sacrifice their lives this morning, and abandoned all the wounded soldiers in the camp, his prestige was reduced by half. And at the moment when he suddenly became angry and declared that he wanted to settle accounts with his generals, his prestige had been completely cleared.

Stop, stop, so you can get out of the way! And then bite everyone back after you go back? Think beautifully! No one is a fool, there are examples of Lu Yongzhao, Yelu Chi Dog and Han Dexin in front of them, and whoever is willing to take the surname Ma as his boss is a scumbag!

No one is willing to give his life to a merciless, unrebellious, and irresponsible guy. No matter how noble his blood is, no matter how decisive he is, he can't do it. The life of the son of the assassin is one life, and the life of the son of the farmer is also one life. In the face of death, no one's life is much more precious than others.

"The whole team, the whole team can rush out, run like this, no one can escape, no one can escape!" Ma Yanxu's figure stumbled in the flow of people, his two arms pulled left and right, like a drowning man looking for a life-saving straw.

Except for his generals and pro-soldiers, no one else responded. And only seven or eight generals and a dozen or so personal soldiers did not play any role on the battlefield.

"Stop, fight. Against! Like a madman, Ma Yanxu continued to pull people to "join the gang", holding this one with his left hand and running that one with his right hand. The right hand grabbed the one, and the left hand suddenly let go, and the soldier who had just stopped fled again. After several rounds of running back and forth, they could not organize enough manpower to meet the battle. He raised his head suddenly, and let out a long, mournful howl. "Ahh

The soldiers who were passing by him were stunned, their faces showing some sympathy, and then turned sideways and continued to flee for their lives. The commander made the adults crazy, and Zheng Ziming was mad. Following the madman will definitely not end well, so let's run quickly, don't hesitate, let alone turn back!

"Ahh "Come on, shoot at me, I'm the commander of Ma Yanxu. Come on, who's going to fight me! Ahh

A row of rockets fell, sticking into the snow in front of him and behind him, illuminating his lonely figure. The generals and their soldiers sacrificed their lives to pounce and use shields to protect Ma Yanxu's front and side. Ma Yanxu himself instinctively raised his shield to block the arrows and stopped shouting. Immediately, he poked his head out from behind the shield and roared and provoked at the position where the feather arrow was flying, "Come on, what kind of ability is it to hide in the dark and shoot cold arrows, come, come and fight with me." The Blue Wolf Army is all commanding Ma Yanxu here, who will fight with me! ”

In this way, he wanted to disrupt the rhythm of the enemy's attack. deceived the sinister and vicious Zheng Ziming, and then used this person's blood to wash away the shame on his body. Yet, no matter how much he shouted, cursed, roared, on the nearby hillside, no one came out to respond. There were only rows and rows of feathered arrows, heading towards the panicked routers, and they didn't even dare to dream of it.

All you have to do is aim at the place where the enemy has the most troops and shoot the rocket, regardless of whether it hits or not, and you don't have to worry about whether the rocket can pierce the armor. The opponent, on the other hand, was like a flock of lambs, running, wailing, lying in the snow and pretending to be dead, but did not dare to launch any counterattack.

"Shunzi, Shunzi, the inspector has an order. Go around to the front and shoot the enemy with your armor-piercing cone! A herald ran over in the dark and handed over an arrow.

"Call me Li Dutou!" The thin man snatched the arrow, quickly discerning the authenticity and protesting loudly. "This is the battlefield, not at home!"

"Yes! Li Dutou, there is an order for the inspection, and your troops will take a detour to the front to shoot the enemy. Change the armor-piercing cone! The herald pursed his lips, straightened up, and repeated the order again.

"Let's go, follow me to kill the thief!" Li Shun'er jumped on the stone in front of him with an arrow step, waving the order flag, majestic in all directions, as if Guan Gong was possessed, and Li Cunqiao was reborn.

"Kill the thief, kill the thief!" More than 90 sons and daughters responded in unison, the voice was not grand enough, but it was angry!

"Kill the thief, kill the thief!"

"Kill the thief, kill the thief!"

"Kill the thief, kill the thief!"

Tao Dachun, Pan Yong, and Guo Xin, who had just returned from the river, each took a brother from the capital, and from different directions, took turns pouring arrow rain on the heads of the Youzhou army.

The enemy army is twice as large as their own, and they have far more combat experience than the villagers, so they are not in a hurry to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Instead, by virtue of his familiarity with the terrain, he alternately interspersed from the side, seized the advantageous terrain, and constantly used feathered arrows to cause casualties to the opponent.

The advantage of this is that it minimizes the losses of your side. From the beginning of the war to the present, the casualties of the villagers have remained in the single digits. But the downside is just as obvious: although the enemy army is frightened, the rate of reduction is very slow. Some experienced veterans have slowly recovered from their panic. Several commanders and commanders were no longer left with their cronies, and many of the routed soldiers instinctively approached them on the way to escape, ready to huddle together like a sand chicken in winter to keep warm.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—" The villagers fired a volley of heavy arrows at the enemy at the bend in the mountain road.

Four or five Youzhou soldiers were shot and fell in a pool of blood, screaming repeatedly. Most of the other soldiers quickly bent down, sheltered by the nearby rocks, and forced their way through. One of the generals in the rout, dressed in a black ermine fur, formed small gangs with his direct cronies, shielding the feathered arrows with shields and trying to return fire with curved bows.

"Don't shoot separately, concentrate your bow and arrow to deal with the richly dressed first!" Zheng Ziming frowned and commanded loudly to his side. The enemy's chief general is a man who talks on paper, but the quality of these grassroots officers in Youzhou is quite good. If it weren't for the fact that the morale of the soldiers under his command had completely collapsed, and he himself had lost trust in the main general Ma Yanxu, he might not have been able to win so easily.

"The inspector has an order, concentrate on shooting the gorgeously dressed, concentrate on shooting the gorgeously dressed!" A few pro-soldiers ran away separately, spreading the latest general order to the ears of every villager as quickly as possible.

"Got it!"

"Understood!"

"Capture the thief and capture the king first!"

The villagers agreed in a big way, quickly turned their bow arms, and looked for their targets again. Past experience has proved that the ability to fight a war is absolutely first-class. Therefore, everyone has become accustomed to the pursuit of victory under his command, and will never dare to discount the order in the slightest.

Soon, dozens of armor-piercing cones focused on the general wearing a mink fur at the bend of the mountain road.

"Squeak-" The head of the soldier stuffed the copper whistle into his mouth and blew it vigorously.

The guy in the ermine fur instantly inserted four or five carved feathers into his body, screamed, and fell on his back.