Chapter 212: We want to go home, and we want to make it all

Whether it is an explosion-proof shield or armor, it is not all absolutely defensive, and it goes without saying how powerful tens of thousands of arrows are, even if there are no arrow clusters in wooden arrows, they will shock people and vomit blood for a long time.

"Order the reflex." Wang Xu watched Donghu shoot six rounds at the shield array, and said coldly.

The standard-bearer, who had already pinched a cold sweat, hurriedly gave an order, and the drum beat representing long-range shooting sounded, and after a while, he saw a slight change in the shield array below, and then the crossbow arrows that refracted the cold light of metal shot out from the gap in the shield array.

The speed of the crossbow is significantly twice as fast as that of the opposing bow.

In an instant, the front row on the opposite side turned on his horse, and the neighing of the war horse caused the opponent to sniff in front of him, and the whole began to retreat.

At this time, Wang Xu's eyes lit up, "Order all the commanders to start performing." ”

Acting, a word that is out of place on the battlefield.

But it was Wang Xu's biggest killer weapon in this war.

"Don't let me down." Wang Xu turned his gaze to his side and muttered softly.

But a few minutes passed, and the Donghu army on the opposite side had already sorted out their ranks, leaving behind thousands of corpses and slowly retreated, and it seemed that they had begun to prepare to charge.

The shield array also began to slowly retreat backwards, leaving some thistles on the ground to delay the charge of the opposing cavalry.

But the performance Wang Xu wanted didn't start.

Just when Wang Xu was full of regret and was ready to order everyone to go down to be cannon fodder, the first horn sounded, although the pitch was not quite right, but it still suppressed the neighing of the war horse on the opposite side, which can be regarded as breaking the battlefield atmosphere that was suppressed and solidified to the apex.

Then the second horn and drum sounded, and the faint sound of other instruments came to mind.

The sound of one or two instruments is basically negligible in a large array that stretches for several miles, but when thousands of instruments sound, the sound is different.

A symphony orchestra of sixty or seventy people can easily perform unplugged in a 100-square-meter concert hall, although it is a confined space, but an orchestra of tens of thousands of people, it should have no problem to transmit the sound to the entire battlefield.

Although the rhythm was chaotic at this time, this atmosphere that had nothing to do with the war had already been highlighted, and Wang Xu squinted his eyes and looked at the Donghu army opposite.

It was evident that the sound of the instruments had caused a certain amount of disturbance to the horses, and the formation that had been so well organized began to be chaotic again, interfering with the pace of their charge.

But this was not the effect Wang Xu wanted, Wang Xu wanted them to take the initiative to dismount and surrender.

There are so many things to consider if the embattled story wants to be put into reality.

It's not that singing a few folk songs and ethnic songs can make these soldiers who have experienced the battlefield put down their butcher's knives and return to the fields, the power of music and hometown is not so strong.

But the power of music and hometown is not so weak either.

How to make these soldiers surrender, Wang Xu pondered for a long time, and finally designed this set of links, with a small number of elite infantry to take the lead in attacking the enemy's morale, tens of thousands of people can not break through the battle formation of thousands of people, such a fear will spread quickly.

Once the fear begins to spread, then the human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm will appear, and the love of home is the most intuitive manifestation, because home is everyone's home for a sense of security, and when people lose their sense of security, the first thing they will think of is home.

At such a time, there are hometown people singing songs in the local voice, which will amplify this emotion, so there will be a chance of surrender.

In the history books, Xiang Yu lost his sense of security because after being surrounded by Liu Bang, and then there was an allusion to being embattled, and Zhang Liang chose a very interesting time period, that is, late at night.

When people are most sentimental, Xiang Yu can't bear to break the cauldron again, but chooses to throw down the army, lead the guards to raid and finally kill Jiangdong.

Although the Han Army Alliance exceeded 500,000 people at that time, Xiang Yu still had 100,000 people before he was embattled.

That's the terrible thing about emotions, the so-called thoughts.

When the Donghu army finally calmed down the war horses disturbed by the war drums and prepared to charge again, the familiar Donghu instruments such as war drums and horns mixed with their familiar folk sounds drifted in the wind, which once again made the army waver.

Yuwenhe's eyes widened, listening to the singing blowing in the wind, although the tune is strange, but the familiar local sound will definitely not be wrong, although all the accounts of Donghu say Donghu, but there are also differences, the singing voice that came at this time is the authentic southern tent sound!

What's going on? Could it be that the people on the opposite hill and mountain are all from the South Horde?

As soon as this terrible thought appeared, Yu Wenhe was almost so frightened that he got off his horse, bit the tip of his tongue hard, kicked at the guard next to him and roared, "What are you doing in a daze, blow, charge!" ”

The guard came back to his senses, looked at Yuwen Heyao's expression, shivered, and roared to deliver the order.

"Let's go." Yuwenhe took a deep breath and drove his horse back to the other guards, his instinct to survive gave him a sense of foreboding.

The charge of the Donghu army was still organized, and the hooves of more than 100,000 horses in three directions made the whole land tremble.

It complements the chanting of more than 100,000 people on the hills.

The faster the horse charged, the louder the chanting and drumming and the sound of the drums and the hu flute became, and they were already able to hear what they were singing clearly, and the special voice of the Hu woman converged into an invisible sound wave, rushing towards the Hu cavalry, fluctuating their trembling heartstrings.

The shield array withstood the charge of the cavalry, and after releasing two rounds of crossbow arrows, they held the explosion-proof shield tightly, set up their cavalry guns, and charged like a tsunami, while the scattered crossbowmen on the hills not far away also began to shoot blindly, although the number was scarce, but it became the main firepower of the harvest.

"The grassland around me, the scent of wildflowers at hand."

"The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep."

"Sister, I'll send you to a distant place."

"When will my Ah Lang return?"

The chant of the Hu woman was not deterred by the huge charging battlefield, but became more and more intense, almost overpowering the neighing shouts of the war horses below.

It may be that he was stupid by this bloody scene, and only knew how to complete the tasks assigned by the commander mechanically, or it may be that he really saw these charging soldiers, aroused pity for his father, brother and children, and the glory of motherhood transcended life and death, and wanted to use singing to guide these mysterious lambs back to their arms.

In short, the singing of these women made the whole battlefield more tragic and desolate, and there was a sense of helplessness that made people despair, like a boulder pressing on everyone's hearts, making them breathless.

An old woman with gray temples roared and rushed down the hill, fearless of the oncoming war horse crying, "Go home, don't fight." ”

The horse eventually knocked the old woman's weak body away, but the warrior on horseback rolled off the horse.

At the same time, the momentum that seemed to be overwhelming when the thousands of troops and horses charged on the battlefield had slowly turned into a plate of scattered sand.

The more than 10,000 captives led by Li Xin once again turned into a sharp arrow and shot through the rear of the Donghu army, killing wantonly.

They will be the last straw that will break the camel's back.

Dugu Hong, who was watching from afar, had already turned pale, although there were thousands of guards around him, far away from the battlefield, there was already a creepy sense of fear, which came from the song floating in the wind, and the voice of "Go home, don't fight." ”

"Blow, retreat!" Dugu Hong roared in a trembling voice, but found that no one around him answered him, and subconsciously glanced at the guards around him and found that they all had their heads down and tears on their faces.

Dugu Hong was shocked, grabbed the reins, and was about to gallop away, but was held by the big hand beside him, and looked at his back with a somewhat unfamiliar face, and looked at his back with strange eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

"The king forgot? I am the personal guard that you personally promoted some time ago. Tie Niu, who claimed to be a personal guard, said to Duguhong in a dumb voice. King, we want to go home. ”

At the same time, there were countless eyes around him that fell on Dugu Hong.

Despite the devotion of the dead, Duguhong still forced a smile, nodded and smiled, "Okay, go home, let's go home and never come again." ”

Tie Niu looked at Dugu Hong seriously, "What the king said is true?" ”

"It's true, let's go back to the camp now and call the remaining brothers." Duguhong's nervous voice was a little dry.

"At the very least, you have to take off the head of the king of the South Horde before you can go home." Iron Bull wiped his face and grinned to reveal a mouthful of oozing white teeth.

Duguhong shuddered and nodded vigorously, "Okay, let's go!" ”

Because he knows that if he doesn't agree, then the pass that his subordinates need to go home may be his own head.

Yuwenhe, who was brought back from the front line, saw Duguhong's team, showed a smile for the rest of his life, and was about to ask them to go back quickly to ask for help, but he felt as if he had spoken, but he didn't make a sound.

And he vaguely saw that his body was planted off his horse.

It's just that there is no head, and blood is still spurting out of his neck.

Tie Niu grabbed Yuwenhe's dead head from the ground, then took off his clothes and wrapped them, showed a satisfied smile, and shouted at his subordinates, "Brothers, go home!" ”