Wan Zhihai is not afraid of bloody and tragic wars, let alone heavy casualties, he is just afraid of the sacrifice of his brothers for some meaningless things. Although his term of office is less than ten days, as a veteran of the battlefield, he knows better than anyone else: there are more than 2,000 people under his command, except for the 800 soldiers of the pioneer battalion, they can barely be called elite; Most of the rest are second-rate soldiers, who can only fight in defense battles or downwind battles, which is too far worse than his old brothers in East Lake City!

If the more than 1,000 second-rate soldiers were divided into formation by the enemy's cavalry, the courage of the group as a guard of honor would immediately turn into nothing, and they would turn back into ordinary civilians, completely unable to meet the enemy, let alone consume the enemy's vital strength. Such a death seemed to him to be meaningless. Because when later generations mentioned the Battle of Taining, they would say that their two thousand city guards were a group of defeated soldiers, not heroes who died on the battlefield.

They may not be heroes, but they must not be called routs. This is Wan Zhihai's final bottom line!

As soon as He New Year said this, Wan Zhihai immediately slapped his thigh, and used his already congested throat to boost the morale that had fallen to freezing:

"Lao He is right! When it comes to fighting in the wild, those Mobei dogs can rely on the advantage of war horses, and we are indeed not people's opponents; But when it comes to face-to-face fighting, we are their ancestors! This group of Mobei dogs has only been playing with knives for a few years? Looking up the three generations, who of them has seen what a kitchen knife looks like? A group of things that eat meat have to be torn by hand, and they dare to attack our Taining City? Everyone, listen to me, and now use mud and sandbags to block the four gates for me; I have carefully examined the rolling logs and rocks hanging outside the city walls, and if you want to smash them, you have to smash them for me! The oil has been boiled for me, and the dung juice has been boiled for me, and it is ready. Let's not mention whether we can win the battle in the end, at least let these Mobei barbarians pay the price of blood every time they take a step forward! ”

After Wan Zhihai finished speaking, although he was still far from the level of victory of the mourning soldiers, the morale that had just fallen to the bottom was finally instigated by him! The battalion of the Guards Battalion, Zhengda Yanagiko, was left on the city wall to direct and inspect the fortifications of the city; Feng Si of the pioneer battalion took the rest of the city guards to block the four city gates; And Wan Zhihai dragged He Xinnian to a secluded corner and secretly discussed other matters with him.

At the beginning of the hour, the sun that had just risen was already hanging in the sky. Guo Xing, who lived in the position of the Chinese army in Mobei, was riding on a horse, looking at several small black dots on Taining City, and pulled out the war knife on his waist, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the general defending the city in the middle of the enemy's city wall, Wan Zhihai:

"Prepare for the siege!"

Three naked men, carrying a huge brass horn together, stepped into the range of the Taining Protector with heavy steps; A bearded man walked to the end of the horn, took a deep breath, and the sound he blew was desolate and thick, as if it was shuttling from an ancient battlefield, full of solemn and fierce momentum.

The enemy formation sounded the horn of attack, and Wan Zhihai, who was supervising the battle on the city wall, also picked up a longbow with his left foot, stepped on the battlement with his left foot to stabilize himself and borrowed strength, and set up a bow with his left arm and led the arrow with his right arm! At this time, he was dressed in the morning sun and the rainbow, as if the ancient god Hou Yi had descended, and in the blink of an eye, he shot three arrows towards the north

Wan Zhihai is a border general, and the arrows carried in the quiver are naturally different from ordinary archers. At the end of his arrow, there is an inconspicuous tail feather, which not only brings cumbersome craftsmanship and greatly increases the cost, but also can increase the effective range and smooth the flight trajectory of the arrow.

It takes about three years for the army to train a qualified longbowman; Moreover, during these three years, it is mainly focused on training strength and physical fitness. Because when armies are at war with armies, bows and arrows, as common long-range weapons, are mainly used to cover a wide range of firepower, rather than the accuracy of individual archery. Therefore, the standard feather arrows equipped in the Youbei Army are still mainly based on low-cost and simple bare arrows.

Wan Zhihai drew his bow and fired three arrows in succession, and the three white feathers rushed straight into Xiaohan like a meteor catching the moon; After a few moments, three graceful parabolas descended from the sky; Two of the feather arrows were blown crooked by the wind and landed weakly five steps away in front of the Mobei formation; Only the second feather arrow, as if it had grown eyes, hit the first wrestler with the horn with incredible precision!

The body of the man who was shot in the throat went limp, and even the melodious and quaint sound of the horn was immediately interrupted; Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground with the three trumpeters behind him; At this moment, Hulegan had already rushed to the front of the battle, holding up the horn man with the arrow in his throat with his left hand, and his right shoulder was firmly against the horn that was tilting to the left, and he opened his voice and shouted:

"The warriors of the Mobei grassland, riding the horn of the ancestors of the past dynasties, charge forward and set foot on this Taining City!"

With a roar from Hulegen, the vanguard army standing at the front of the front immediately responded with an angry roar! They carried large shields as wide as door panels, and arranged neatly arranged defensive formations, protecting the siege equipment that was slowly advancing, and officially launched a strong attack on the small county of Taining!

At the same time, Wan Zhihai, who stopped the enemy's horn with three arrows, also succeeded in arousing the morale of the defenders. When he saw that the enemy's formation had moved, he turned around and pushed away the drummers who were on standby in front of the war drums, personally carried two big drum hammers with oil, and shouted:

"Soldiers! Listen to the order of a certain war drum and join me in striking at the invading enemy! ”

Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!

It is a two-man tall general drum, masked with fine cowhide. As soon as the drum hammer in Wan Zhihai's hand fell, it aroused the heartbeat resonance of every sergeant; Their hearts beat faster and faster with the beat of the drums, and their indomitable momentum and enthusiasm rose rapidly, and soon their chests filled and surged to their throats; However, just when the drum speed was about to reach its peak, the general drum in front of Wan Zhihai made a loud 'bang', and the best cowhide drum surface was knocked to pieces by him!

Wan Zhihai threw out the drumstick in his hand, flew up and kicked the general's drum, and pulled out the war knife on his waist with a "rub", and the fierce metal friction sound aroused everyone's goosebumps. At this moment of silence, Wan Zhihai seemed to have exhausted the strength of the rest of his life, looking up to the sky and roaring:

"Shoot the arrows!"

As soon as the general order was spoken, all the defenders shouted "Kill" in unison, happily venting their unrestrained killing intent. Although they are the defenders of the city, after Wan Zhihai's encouragement, they have already held the belief that they will defeat the enemy in the future and kill all of them under the walls of Taining!

As the first rain of arrows poured down, a ranger team of the Mobei people also ambushed outside the southern city gate. They did not have any siege mission, but after the city of Taining was broken, if the enemy wanted to abandon the city and flee, they immediately put it on and launched a sleepless pursuit and killing battle.

Since Taining County is located in the extreme north of Zhongshan Road, when defending against the enemy, they have four gates that need to be garrisoned; However, when he abandoned the city and fled, there was only one way to escape from the south gate.

According to the past battles between the two sides, more than seventy percent of the number of enemies killed in the northern part of the desert were when the Youbei army broke and fled, relying on the swiftness of the war horses to chase and kill along the way, and expand the results of the battle for the second time; And today, Guo Xing arranged a thousand-strong ranger team to ambush at the south gate, obviously not intending to let go of any of the defeated enemies.

He wanted to completely annihilate the 2,000 defenders of Taining County.

Guo Xing, the main general of Mobei, is now sitting on the jade wheel horse, overlooking the advance of the siege equipment; And a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe said to him with some worry:

"General Guo, although Poor Dao doesn't know soldiers, he also thinks that your tactics for storming Taining County this time are really worth the loss! Thinking that this small land of Taining is just a small isolated city, my Mobei army only needs to bypass this city, which can not only drive straight into the hinterland of Zhongshan, but also cut off all their back roads; No matter how much grain and grass Taining stores is, it will always become a lonely boat at sea, and it will not be able to last long! But now that we are charging for the first time, the siege equipment has not yet fully arrived at the predetermined position, and the first battalion of the Shenfeng of the Huashen Sect has already lost more than half of its strength! If the 30,000 reinforcements sent by the Huashen Sect really died in the land of the Three Roads in the Northern Mountains, how should I explain to them? ”

At this time, the person who spoke was none other than the military division under Guo Xing's tent and the high-level leader of Nan Kangdi, Qilin Jun. Although he just said that there was a suspicion of overstepping his authority, whether it was the auxiliary soldiers and civilians who slowly pushed forward the siege equipment, or the death squad carrying a long shield to protect the advance of friendly troops, all of them were the troops provided by the Huashen Sect; Moreover, it is said that the three families marched together, and the other two contributed money, and the other two contributed people; At present, the Huashen Sect has suffered heavy casualties, but the Mobei Iron Cavalry has not fired a single arrow, this is simply a fool's pit for the Huashen Sect!

Guo Xing frowned when he heard this, and the ugly words came to his lips, but he still forcibly swallowed it back:

"What the military advisor said is very true, but although this Taining County is a small town, this battle is the first battle between the two sides after all, and the process and results will spread throughout the entire Youbei and even the Huayu Continent tomorrow. Guo also wants to use a hearty victory to make the soldiers and civilians of Youbei Third Road dare not look directly at the banner of our army! So the sacrifices are worth it in the long run. ”

When Qilin Jun heard this, he also understood a little in his heart: it turned out that Guo Xing's intention to choose to attack Taining was to play a psychological war with the Youbei people. Although I don't know how effective it will be in the end, this method may also be a try, and it is not necessary to use soldiers recklessly.

Guo Xing saw that Qilinjun was silent, and after scolding a few swear words with hatred in his heart, he took out the war knife on his waist again and shouted:

"Shenfeng Second Battalion, siege!"

Soon after the order was conveyed backwards, a tall, thin man naked, with his skin tattooed with merit tattoos, walked to the forefront of the front with a big grin. He took the coarse porcelain bowl handed by a steppe slave, raised his head and drank it all, then picked up the standard round shield and war knife on the ground, and shouted to the brothers of the second battalion of Shenfeng behind him:

"Anyone who has drunk the talisman will come with me!"