"Fuyuan crossbow, Zhang crossbow, horn bow crossbow, whatever it is, but everything that can reach far will be given to Lao Tzu!"

On the side of Po Yi Chuan, Tian Zhen's anxious roar exploded in the ears of every Tang sergeant, and all he called out were the crossbowmen in the army, such heavy weapons, even in the Tang Division, which is known for its soldiers' elite armor, it is not common, first, it is not easy to build weapons, and secondly, it is not easy to train archers, not to mention, it is still in the dark night.

It's just that the military discipline is often engraved in his mind, and as soon as the military order is given, these archers immediately follow his orders, line up along the riverbank, and behind them, their own sergeants carry bundles of crossbow arrows to replenish them.

At this time, in addition to the eighty or so steps blocked by Liu Ji's department, there were torches on both sides, and the Tubo pawns who were driven up, the torches in their hands became the brightest target in the night, more eye-catching than when the light was bright in the daytime.

Unlike the vibrato that occurs when the bowstring is released, the string wire that pushes the bolt out of the crossbow machine will be rapidly tightened by the arms at both ends, resulting in a sound similar to "boom".

And the featherless iron arrows that shoot into the distance, whether they are flat straight crossbows or three-edged armor-piercing cones, will form an incessant sound of breaking the air as the air flows through the metal surface.

Like the whispers of death, they resounded on both sides of the river.

According to the standards of the Tang system, the firing power of the Fuyuan crossbow will not be less than eight stones, and the ordinary strong bow can reach two stones, which is already the best in the army, four times the strength of the strong bow, and the iron arrow shaft weighing six taels or seven coins will be pushed to a target a hundred steps away, in fact, it has not yet reached its effective range.

Therefore, when an armor-piercing cone easily tore through the leather armor on the body of a Tibetan light foot soldier, it was not much different from shooting into the flesh, and when it passed out of the other side of this Bolu man without hindrance, it did not even splash too much blood, and in fact, most of the organs in this person's body had been smashed into pieces.

Immediately after, with a trace of residual blood, it flew into the other body, and the dense formation of the Tubo people, and the defenseless flanks, immediately resounded with bursts of exclamations and miserable howls.

With such a dense formation, you basically don't need to aim too much, you just need to make your arrows not too high or too low.

Who wouldn't want to be able to do a light job and support the brothers who crossed the river?

"Spread out, spread out!"

The first thing that felt wrong was the Tubo officials behind the formation, they clearly saw the change in the battle situation, the formation on the bank of the river was becoming scattered, and many people fell on the way to charge.

In the dark night, where could the order be forbidden, and when these Tubo light soldiers reacted, they moved closer to the middle, which suddenly greatly reduced the pressure on the two wings of Liu Ji's formation, and at the same time the pressure on his own middle increased sharply, which was unexpected.

"Happy, happy, come again!"

At this time, Liu Ji had completely entered the bloodthirsty mode, his whole body seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood, and his face was even more stained, as for which ones were the enemy and which were his own, he couldn't tell at all.

The Mo knife in his hand is getting heavier and heavier, and it is no longer as agile as before, and the blood soaked in the mud under his feet slips, it is a stumble, and he almost falls, so he has to use a knife as a last resort, but in this way, a few wooden spears that pierce directly can't dodge.

Just as he was about to take advantage of the fine armor on his body, a wind whistled, and the heads of the wooden spears were disconnected from the air before they could touch his side, and then a tall figure rushed over and grabbed his arm.

"You go to the team and rest."

"I can't stop, you and I can stop it."

Zhang Wuxuan looked at the dense figures around him, and knew that what he said was true, and he didn't answer at the moment, and the Mo knife in his hand spread out like a whirlwind, forcing the Bolu people who had just come up to retreat.

If the whole formation is based on two people back to back as blades, then the soldiers behind are either long-range, or spears, or sword shields, like the spikes on this long knife, methodically harvesting the lives of the enemy, but the problem is that flesh and blood are fighting, and casualties are always inevitable, and this is especially true of the team in the middle.

Fortunately, the pressure on the two wings was reduced, which could provide them with some supplements, and as the war progressed, the first thing that could not be carried was the Tubo light foot soldiers whose casualties were far greater than those of the Tang people.

Under the persecution of the Tubo people, they had no choice but to attack on three sides, and a team of 1,000 people on both sides was first hit by the Tang crossbow on the other bank, and then encountered the hedgehog-like Tang formation, and the casualties soon exceeded 30%.

In the era of cold weapons, a team with casualties of more than 30% that can not collapse is already a combatable soldier, but Xi Dongzan is not satisfied.

"Order the archers to charge, shoot those who retreat, and kill those who escape!"

His words were as cold as the wind on a snow-capped mountain, and the more than 300 archers who lined up in front of the Tibetan cavalry had to aim their arrows at their companions.

It's not that he doesn't take the lives of these Bolu people seriously, but he wants to use this to make them have a deep enmity with the Tang people, as long as there are too many people, even if the Tang people finally take this place, they may not be able to rule well.

Of course, it would be a beautiful result to weaken the physical strength of this small group of Tang people, and when the right time came, then dispatch a large cavalry army, and kill them one by one on the spot in front of the Tang army on the opposite side, or drive them directly down the river.

In his mind, the lives of these Tang people are already doomed, what is the use of resisting for a while?

Slowly, a cruel smile appeared on Xi Dongzan's face, he finally found a trace of the pleasure of teasing his prey, as long as he could achieve this goal, even if something really happened to He Bolao City, what was it worth?

"Almost, blow the trumpet, let them come back, and order another team of 1,000 people to prepare, this time, to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop, kill a Tang man, reward ten acres of land, kill a Tang warrior, reward a tiger skin shawl, iron writing, ten slaves, a hundred acres of land."

With his order, the horn of "woo" was sounded, and the Tubo foot soldiers who were fighting hard in front immediately ran backwards like a tide, tired and sweaty, and Liu Ji, who couldn't even stand up straight, stopped with a knife, gasping for breath, frowning and looking at the shadows that were running fast, knowing that they were not unable to collapse, but had other plans.

"The enemy's new force is coming up soon."

Zhang Wuxuan was not as tired as him, and said with a straight waist and concern.

Liu Ji struggled to stand up, turned his head to look behind him, the dark sky, a trace of fish belly white flashed at the edge, and a little golden light was slowly seeping in, tearing a hole like a knife.

At the crack of dawn.