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"Crossbowmen ready!" Zhou Luohu gave the order.

Crash!

Three thousand crossbowmen were in front, the first row was half-squatting, and three thousand crossbows rose up on the ground, coldly aiming at the overwhelming Turkic army.

The second row was full of longbowmen, with four thousand men, and the third row was ordinary archers, for close quarters, about three thousand!

This 10,000 people is the number of crossbowmen, which is used to shoot in front of the formation, once the task is completed, quickly retreat, enter the formation, and then launch another attack according to the battlefield situation.

Boom Boom –

The Turkic cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the sound of horses' hooves was deafening, dusty, and murderous, as if to crush all the barriers between heaven and earth.

Zhou Luohu saw the Turkic cavalry enter the range of crossbow arrows, waved his hand, and coldly ordered: "Shoot!" ”

"Woooo

Countless crossbows poured out violently, and all the sky was covered with a dense rain of arrows, breaking through the sky and filling the sky.

This black cloud of arrows roared towards the Turkic cavalry, and suddenly, the screams began, and the Turkic cavalry was like dumplings, puff and puff, people turned on their backs, and four or five hundred people were shot down.

Immediately afterward, the second round of crossbow arrows roared out again, densely packed, like a torrential rain, piercing the leather armor of the Turkic warriors, killing the mounts, and one by one the Turkic knights fell from their horses to the ground, trampled into flesh and mud by the dense war horses' hooves that followed, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Blood is spreading, death is spreading, and the cruelty of the battlefield is beginning to emerge.

After firing two rounds, the crossbowmen immediately retreated, passing through the spacing of the phalanx, and retreated to the rear of the phalanx, giving up their position to the longbowmen.

"Shoot!"

The longbowmen used hard bows and long arrows, and the arrows were sharp, and they did not shoot directly at the knights, but at a high altitude, shooting at an angle of forty-five degrees, and the four thousand arrows were as dense as a torrential rain, and the force was so strong that even the men and horses could shoot through them, and the nearby Turkic cavalry that rushed into the edge of the land of arrows fell again one after another, and suffered heavy casualties.

Whoosh!

Thousands of arrows shot down with great strength, wearing clothes and breaking armor, many Turkic cavalry were shot into hedgehogs, blood splattered, some shot in the heart, some shot in the neck, abdomen, arms, the blood was monstrous, the corpse of the comrade-in-arms was ruthlessly trampled like a rag, and people kept falling, becoming a dead body being trampled on, and a thick bloody aura rose everywhere.

However, instead of being timid, the Turkic warriors were red-eyed, angry, frustrated, courageous, and murderous.

The longbowmen shot two rounds, and the ordinary archers continued to shoot, so that after six rounds of arrow rain, the Turkic cavalry had lost four or five thousand men.

This made the enemy's charge speed weaken a few points in a short period of time, and the formation was unstable, but it did not affect the morale of the Turkic cavalry, because the Central Plains soldiers were good at defending the city and shooting in place, which was their fixed strategy, and they had to deal with it more.

And within 100 paces, some Turkic cavalry also began to draw the bow and shoot, because the arm strength required to draw the bow on the horse is much greater than that of the bow on the ground, and the difficulty also increases, so the Turkic cavalry is good at riding and shooting, tall and large, and burly, but they only use the five-bucket bow, which is caused by the constraints of the conditions of their horseback fighting.

Aggressive!

Most of the arrows fired by the Turks were blocked by the narrow shield in front of the array, making a dull trembling sound, but there were also stray arrows that hit some of the Great Sui soldiers in the phalanx.

At this time, in front of the Sui army, all the archers withdrew, revealing the edge of the long soldiers, and the spear formation, spear formation, and Mo knife formation were all hideous.

"Step forward-" Yang Su is very experienced, not to let the phalanx wait in place, like that, with static braking, the momentum will disappear and the other will grow, and the soldiers must be moved to condense the killing machine!

"Step-kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill—"

Tens of thousands of people in the front row raised spears and shields, shouted in unison, and the momentum reached the sky, these Great Sui soldiers once again showed their elite breath, blood surging, and shouted loudly!

"Yang! Poplar! Poplar! ”

Many soldiers struck Teng Dun with horizontal swords, shouted trumpets in low voices, and soon condensed their morale into a single force, marching rhythmically, moving forward towards a large mountain to resist the momentum of the cavalry.

On the battlefields of ancient times, soldiers in the pre-Qin period would shout 'Gale! Gale! In the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the soldiers would shout the surname of the main general to enhance the military prestige and cohesion!

Before going to the battlefield, it is necessary to have morale like a rainbow, otherwise it will be directly defeated as soon as you enter the battlefield.

On the battlefield, there is no need for cowards! War is fought with momentum, it needs blood, it needs to move forward bravely, and it is like home!

The Sui army stepped from the quiet, moved slightly, like the tilt of Mount Tai, raised the troops and stepped on it heavily, the sonorous sound entered the ears, and the sound was mighty.

In a large group battle with thousands of troops, this kind of military parade is actually the rhythm of starting a war immediately, and it is necessary to brake with movement and stop the war with force.

Boom!

As Zhou Luohu shouted "gun array", all the soldiers lined up in front of him knelt on one knee, pointed their spears forward, and lined up into a three-dimensional defensive gun array.

Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps......

The Turkic knights roared angrily, wielding chain hammers, maces, halberds, fire forks, scimitars and other weapons in their hands, all kinds of strange, like wolf howls, although they saw the dense gun forest, but it was difficult to ride a tiger, knowing that the murder was more auspicious and less, or desperate to rush up.

"Whoa-la-"

There was a clashing of weapons, and the two armies clashed together, like the moment when two huge waves converged, crashing and shattering, splashing everywhere.

As soon as there was a sudden confrontation, there was no need to fight at all, so he relied on the momentum of people and war horses, and pressed up like a mountain and a sea, and there was a big collision with the spears and shields of the sword forest.

"Kill—"

As soon as the soldiers on both sides fought, they almost did not use their skills to attack, but clenched the long soldiers and desperately stabbed them, one by one, the two sides were either dead or wounded, and completely killed the enemy with a thousand self-inflicted losses and eight hundred.

Soon, the people in the front row turned over on their backs, flesh and blood flew sideways, from time to time someone was picked off, cut down, stabbed down, flesh and blood battlefield, everyone was desperately squandering this life, just now was still shooting each other, maybe now it is a pile of meat under the horse's hooves.

Luo Zhaoyun stood at a distance of thirty or forty steps behind the front row, and saw such a tragic scene with his own eyes, the bloody breath was blowing in his nose, human life was like a mustard, and there was the breath of death everywhere, and he even felt a strong masculine blood storm, rising from the battlefield, making the heavens and the earth lose color.

"The Second Army is on top!" Zhou Luohu shouted an order, because the first army formation in front could no longer resist, and immediately let the second army force push up.

Luo Zhaoyun's spirit tightened, and he took a deep breath, because he was the third army formation, and soon, it would be his turn to fight. (PS: Ask for collections, recommendations, and rewards!) ）