"This is the battle formation?"

Everything in front of him, the ninth master Qian Zhongyong was watching, and he sighed with emotion: "It's a very simple killing technique, but it's ......"

He felt that he could not speak, and a few simple rows of people stood, and then the order was unified, and with the sound of the shouting order, the assassination was made, so that the murderous bandits had no way to fight back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There seems to be some skill in this, some kind of skill to cooperate with the formation, but he can't say it.

Everyone in the dart game looked at each other frequently, and everyone also admired it in their eyes, and they naturally saw that although they were all young and strong, they were just ordinary refugees not long ago based on their physical foundation and demeanor.

However, these refugees lined up to kill the enemy, far more than they had been practicing martial arts for many years.

You know, this is a hand-to-hand battle, not if they shoot arrows from afar.

Seeing the bandits screaming and corpses scattered, everyone was inhaling and breaking out in a cold sweat, feeling that if they faced such a spear array, it would be difficult to parry.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart, this Yang Xianggong is also a god, how did he do it?

Could this be what he was talking about, the so-called battle array?

The windows and doors of the car were also opened a little, and a pair of eyes kept looking this way.

Yang He is not surprised, fighting is about cooperating with each other to fight, this is not a street fight, and the strength of individual martial arts is never the mainstream on the battlefield.

As Qi Jiguang said, the brave are not allowed to advance, and the cowardly are not allowed to retreat.

Each warrior performs his own duties, cooperates seamlessly, exerts the strength of the collective, and is naturally invincible.

Seeing that the spearmen have cooperated several times, their killing skills have become more and more proficient, and some of them are even more calm, they can seize the opportunity, seize the enemy's vital point and stab violently, and strike a fatal blow, and in time, they can become excellent warriors.

Of course, there is only a low-intensity battle in front of them, and they have to endure more tests of blood and fire.

Looking at the people around him, Yang He was actually not so optimistic, although the thieves suffered a lot of losses, but their main force was still there, especially the old thieves in the middle of the middle, and the casualties of archers and firearms were even smaller, after all, these people were far away.

Even if the dart masters shoot arrows downward, the first choice is not them, but the bandits who rush in front of them.

They are still fighting.

Sure enough, after a short period of hesitation and panic below, there was a roar, and some frightened and screaming slaves were cut down, and then sixteen or seventeen old thieves came with swords and shields.

Some of the old thief archers and firearms men hid behind and rushed close under the cover of their shields.

Many of the dart masters shot arrows, but they were blocked by their shields one after another, and the sound of arrows sounded, and the old thieves still rushed forward.

This distance can only shoot directly, the projectile will shoot over the head, and the damage accuracy is not great, for these sword and shield hands, a volley of guns is the best.

But at this time, not to mention that the elders of the Yan Mansion followed the guns, even Luo Xianjue and the others had not loaded their ammunition, and Zhang Chujing and Zhang Zhuxun also went to the two wings to support.

A javelin roared violently, and in the terrible sound of breaking the air, there was a "flutter", and the shield of a thief knife and shield hand was shot, and then the javelin passed through the shield, directly penetrating the thief behind the shield, and the sharp spearhead came out of the body.

A large stream of blood gushed out of the mouth of the old thief's sword and shield hand, and his eyes widened, and he rolled to the ground in disbelief with a human shield.

Then some thieves and archers and firearms behind him showed panicked figures.

Then another javelin whistled, and another thief sword and shield man rolled to the ground with a shield.

Chen Qiuao threw three javelins in a row, and all of them were successful.

Jiu Ye and his daughter Qian Sanniang also shot several arrows in a row, hitting the legs and feet of some thieves and shields, making them scream and lose their combat effectiveness.

Zhang Zhugong also fired a shot, and the shield of a bandit sword and shield man shattered, blood spurted out of his mouth, and blood mist rushed in his chest, and the person was directly knocked out, and a three-eyed soldier behind him was crushed to the ground.

Then he rolled on the ground, howling out in a heart-rending manner, the pain of being shot in agony for him.

But the rest of the thieves and shieldmen still rushed with their shields on their backs, and suddenly there was a sound of the bowstring, and some arrows roared fiercely.

There were some screams among the soldiers in the front line, and several young men were hit by arrows, and they rolled out one after another, throwing spears in their hands to the ground.

Even a young man gushed foaming blood from his mouth, and as soon as he covered the arrow shaft on his neck, he fell to the ground and convulsed and struggled.

The sharp arrow passed through his neck, revealing a cold light behind his neck, and even dripping with piercing blood from the arrowhead.

There was also an old thief sword and shield hand shouted, and a javelin was projected over, and the body of You Zhiyin, the new first lieutenant of the first class, shook suddenly, and the sound of the flesh being pierced made You Zhiyin's face instantly pale.

He staggered back and looked at his chest in a daze, the sharp javelin was already coming out of his body, and only the wooden pole was left in front of him.

Blood poured out of his mouth, staggered, and fell to the ground.

Yang He gritted his teeth and watched, the gun array was like this, and he had to endure casualties under the rain of bullets.

can endure casualties, no one can break the gun array, can't bear the casualties, move in a panic, and the gun array will break in an instant.

Therefore, the spear formation is said to be easy to practice, and it is difficult to practice, and it is difficult to practice, it depends on whether you can stand silently and be beaten.

There are only a small number of arrows in front of him, and the opponent is just a thief, if he faces a sharper arrow rain from the Qing army in the future, he will shoot viciously.

In addition to exercising the soldiers' strong endurance, they can only improve their equipment.

At least the first few rows need well-made iron armor, well-made iron masks.

But for now......

Seeing that six or seven people in the front line were hit by arrows in a blink of an eye, and even the new first lieutenant was hit by a javelin, and under the huge casualties, the soldiers who were originally calm and relaxed also panicked.

Yang He suddenly shouted: "The first row all put down the spears, hold the first knife with the shield, the second row, the spears poke out, and the third row will make up for the lost personnel." ”

The situation is complex and changeable, and the enemy you face is getting stronger and stronger, and the stronger your projection ability.

When there is no fine armor and iron mask, the front row should be replaced with sword and shield soldiers.

It is difficult to practice sword and shield soldiers, so for the time being, I will practice blocking protection, mainly blocking arrows, and also blocking some swords and spears from stabbing and stabbing, with the spears in the second row, taking into account both long and short soldiers.

When they became proficient, they were equipped with javelins.

The thieves' arrows whizzed, the comrades beside him kept falling, and the terrible screams were heard from time to time, and the soldiers were in a panic, hearing Yang Xianggong's order, the soldiers in the front row all subconsciously threw down their spears, pulled the slipknot apart one by one, raised the wooden round shield in front of them, and then pulled out the first knife.

The soldiers of the third platoon also stepped forward and made up for the losses.

Their second row remained still, each with their spears in their hands, their bodies slightly sideways, and their figure-eight steps, waiting for the thieves to come up and assassinate them again.

Then the strong women and the old and weak of the medical team ran desperately with stretchers to carry the casualties down.

Li Jiale was nowhere to be seen, he was hit by an arrow in the buttocks, and he didn't know how injured he was.

At this time, the thieves and archers were still shooting arrows, but Yang He immediately switched tactical troops, and their arrows whizzed, but they were all blocked by the wooden round shields of the first row of soldiers, and from time to time the dull sound of "tuk-tuk" arrows nailed to the wooden plank.

Like the dart masters, the thieves were forced down the slope, a distance that could only be shot directly, and the arrows would fly away and fly over everyone's heads.

Therefore, as long as the shields in the front row are blocked, the soldiers in the back will not worry about the threat of thieves and archers.

The archers and thieves behind the car formation shot at each other, and the two sides rang out from time to time with muffled screams and casualties.

In general, the casualties of the dart masters are smaller, their cover area is larger, and their archery skills are also more skillful, especially among the archery masters such as Jiuye and Qian Sanniang.

But the thieves still arrived, and they pressed under the cover of their shields.

In addition to the old thieves, there are also many bandits who have been shouted and roared and re-followed, and they are black and overwhelming.

With a loud bang, one of the soldiers suddenly shattered the shield in his hand, and at the same time, a blood mist rose from his chest, and the man flew backwards.

He rolled on the ground, howling bitterly, the pain of being shot in agony left him in agony.

One of the thieves was filled with gunsmoke, and white smoke dispersed.

But it was a thief who fired a shot, and then retreated into the cover of the shield.

Yang He secretly hated in his heart, it was good for his side to have firearms, but it was very bad for his opponent to have firearms.

He shouted, "Firecracker! ”

Those Yan Mansion Chiefs were still reloading with their guns, but fortunately, there were also five or six people who had filled the medicine, and Luo Xianjue's three-eyed guns were also loaded.

Hearing this, they all came over, and according to Yang He's instructions, they aimed at one place, Luo Xianjue was alone, holding the three-eyed gun body with his left hand, and the stick was clamped under his right armpit, and then holding the fire rope in his right hand.

"Put!"

Several explosions converged, and there was a unique explosion of the three-eyed gun in the middle.

A fierce fire burst out, and the smoke of the canopy filled the air.

The sound of the firearm was so loud that the people around were shocked.

A group of people tumbled down the slope, and several shields inside were shattered and thrown around in the air.

"Aim at the thief, release!"

Luo Xianjue's three-eyed gun still had two holes unhit, and at that moment he aimed at a thief again, a thief with a shield.

He held the gun in his left hand, and then the fire rope in his right hand went to the hole, and the explosion of the three-eyed gun made a large cloud of gunpowder smoke and firelight.

Then the shield shattered, and the thief, who was hiding within, flew high into the air.

"And the thief, let go!"

Another mist of blood rose, and a figure with a shield rolled in the air.

However, after all, there were many bandits, so they still rushed up and quickly rushed to the front of the cart.

Yang He shouted, "Spear...... Stab! ”

The spearmen behind the shield soldiers in the first row, hearing this, did not hesitate to stab their spears against the crowd in front of them.

There was a heart-rending scream, and many of the bandits who rushed forward were stabbed with spears and shrank to the ground in pain.

However, there are also bandits with various weapons to stab them.

"Shield block!"

The soldiers in the first row were holding their shields and blocking hard, and the sound of various weapons stabbing on their shields.

"Spear...... Stab! ”

The spearmen in the second row were desperately stabbing their spears again.

There was a terrible scream, and a rain of blood came out, and the blades of each person's spears were drenched in blood.

Yang He shouted again: "Shield block!" ”

The soldiers who were already shields were desperately trying to block their shields, and at the same time, some of them were holding swords and stabbing at the figures in front of them.

"Spear ......"

There was a sudden scream, but it was a bandit with a big stick, he deftly dodged the spear that pierced him, and then smashed it down with a vicious stick, and the wooden shield of the soldiers in front of him immediately shattered.

The heavy force shook the soldiers even more, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and there seemed to be the sound of broken hand bones.

Then an old thief sword and shield man jumped, and he jumped over the handlebars, and the shield in his hand swept away, and several soldiers around him were swept and rolled with blood.

He smirked, stabbed him in the head, and slashed at a somewhat stunned soldier.

The soldier's eyes were wide open, and his pupils were full of flashing sword light.

"When."

The sound of gold and iron clashing, and a mace reached out, just blocking the knife.

The mace was heavy, and the barbs of metal on it shimmered with a seeping light.

But it was Qian Sanniang who saved this team of soldiers.

She held the mace, and flicked it one by one, and the knife in the hand of the old thief sword and shield soldier did not know where to fly.

Then Qian Sanniang lifted the mace in her hand lightly, and with a wave, she smashed it viciously.

With a loud bang, the mace slammed into the thief's head, and immediately his skull became a broken watermelon, and his skull, brain, and blood flew all over the place.

Most of the thief's head was gone, and the rest were crumbled into a flat piece, as if the whole head had been pressed into the neck.

The mace in Qian Sanniang's hand danced vigorously, she swept again, and the bandit with the big stick subconsciously blocked, but the mace swept away, and his big stick flew away, and at the same time, his bones were shattered, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell away like a broken bag.

Then there were a few bandits who were about to rush in, all of them falling all over the ground.

Each of them had shattered bones, slumped to the ground, and vomited blood.

The surrounding soldiers are all subconsciously avoided, and it takes a lot of space for this tough woman's mace to be used, so it is better to dodge a little, so as not to be brought.