Chapter 127: The Battle of the Black River (Part II)
The two torrents of steel finally collided violently, spears clashing each other, roars, wails, gasps, the sound of sharp blades slicing through flesh...... One after another, one after another, the blood rain accompanied the severed limbs and stumps flew all over the sky, and the tragic flowers of the battlefield bloomed in an instant, bewitching and poignant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Suffer death, Han dog!"
A Shanyue spearman howled and stabbed his spear out, the sharp tip of which easily cut through the Han army's cloth armor, piercing through the front chest and piercing through the back.
"Ahh
The strange touch of the foreign object penetrated hit, and the Han saber and shield hand let out a terrible howl, and the strength of his body retreated like a tide. The spearman twitched, and immediately the blood flowed, and the corpse of the Han army fell to the ground, and soon a small red puddle gathered low in the chest.
As soon as the Shanyue spearman who had just finished killing the man drew his spear, a spear of the Han army shot at him at a tricky angle from the diagonal, fortunately, this spearman was agile, and one sideways dodged the stab, but a spearman standing behind the spearman was unlucky, and was hit by a spear straight to the door, and the flesh and blood splashed, almost chiseling through his head, and he fell to the ground on his back without humming......
However, the luck of the Yamagoe spearman who had just escaped the call of death ran out, only to see a flash of cold light in front of him, a cold throat, and the biting cold completely swallowed him, he covered his bleeding throat with his hand, and watched a Han saber and shield hand pull back the Pu knife in his hand, and then the endless darkness hit, he didn't know anything......
The Han archers hid behind the swordsmen, shields, and spearmen and fired freely, constantly pulling their bows at an angle of forty-five degrees to the front, shooting, pulling their bows, shooting...... Repeating the mechanical action over and over again.
"Whew! Shout! Whew......"
There are two types of archery, straight (flat) shot and accumulating (back) shooting, which has a short range but a high hit rate. The accumulated shot has a long range and is lethal, but the hit rate is low. Of course, if this kind of enemy is huddled together and rubbed shoulder-to-shoulder, you can be hit even with your eyes closed, and of course you have to use a more lethal shot.
In order to ensure that the firepower continues to suppress the opponent, Zhang Fan divided the archers into three groups, when the first group shoots, the second group holds the bow and controls the arrows on the string, the first group shoots arrows and immediately squats down to draw new arrows and adjusts the physical strength, the second group squats down after shooting arrows, and then the third group continues, and the cycle repeats, the enemy's archers are already slightly inferior in number and lethality, and at this time they are suppressed and can hardly stand up, and suffer heavy losses.
Another round of arrow rain poured down in the Han army, and a Shanyue sword and shield hand did not hesitate to cover the wooden shield in his right hand to cover the archer on the right hand, only to hear the sound of "Du", a muffled sound came, and the arm of the sword and shield hand shook, he was glad that he had successfully protected the archer again, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly-
"Poof~"
The sword and shield hand was shocked, his smile suddenly froze, his facial muscles twisted sharply, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but a mouthful of blood sprayed the archer next to him in the face, and then fell into the archer's arms, and the archer exclaimed:
"Fourth brother, fourth brother...... Look at me, don't sleep! β
No matter how the archers shouted, the elder brother remained motionless, and the archers turned him over, only to see an arrow from his back piercing his heart, and the archer was grieved, holding his brother's corpse and shouting:
"Ahhhh
The archer was in great pain from the loss of his brother, but he didn't notice that a wolf's tooth arrow was rushing down his head, the sharp arrow pierced through his right eye, pierced through the entire skull and out of the back of his head, and scarlet blood dripped from the tip of the arrowβthe archer fell straight and fell down with the corpse in his arms, and his limbs twitched a few times before he was no longer alive......
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Although the Han archers, relying on the superior performance of the wheel bow and the mastery of tactics, inflicted considerable damage on the Shanyue soldiers, the rest of the troops were not like this.
The Chinese army is okay, after all, it is the remnants of Wutu, the tribe to which Wutu belongs is originally a stronger part of the Shanyue army, and the elite soldiers of Shangzulang's descendants are not left behind, and the casualties are basically equal, and because of the same hatred of the Wuyan side, the morale still firmly has the upper hand.
However, the recruits of the first victory battalion of the left army and the Danyang soldiers of the right army were obviously not at the same level as the opponent in terms of combat effectiveness.
However, as time passed, this disadvantage became more and more obvious, and often killing one Shanyue soldier almost cost the lives of two Han soldiers.
The defensive lines of the left and right armies of the Han army were crumbling by the impact of the Shanyue soldiers, and the death rate was getting higher and higher.
If it weren't for the continuous help of the Han archers to relieve the pressure on the two wings, and the Chinese army firmly withstood the enemy's fierce offensive, it is estimated that the left and right armies would have collapsed on all fronts at this time.
Despite this, the left and right armies are on the verge of collapse and are expected to hold out for less than an hour at most. Moreover, as the left and right flanks were defeated and retreated, the overall formation of the three armies slowly became a "convex" shape.
As a result, the defensive front of the Chinese army was forced to lengthen, and without the assistance of the two wings, all the weaknesses of the Chinese army's defense were exposed, and the pressure doubled. Even if the remnants of Wutu are strong, they are gradually a little powerless, and it is not difficult to see that they will not be able to support it and the third line will collapse......
In general, after four hours of fierce fighting, the situation became more and more unfavorable for the Han army, and the balance of victory gradually tilted in favor of Zulang......
"Although I don't know much about fighting, how do I feel like the anchor is going to lose?"
"Since you don't understand, please don't talk nonsense, okay?"
"I don't blow it, I don't think so. Anyone with a normal IQ can see that the fourth master is at a great disadvantage, and if he doesn't do something to save the decline, this can be 20 shots. β
"Don't worry! The fourth master won't be so easy to take a dog lead! Do you see that his face is as usual, Yue Zhi Yuanyu, like a person who is about to lose? β
"It's hard to say, the Fourth Master City Mansion is very deep, and it won't be easily revealed on the surface......"
"Okay, okay, you don't want the emperor to be in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, the big deal is to pay the tuition, with the fourth master's ability, sooner or later he will be able to make a comeback......"
"9494, I'll tell you a story to spice up the tension. Once upon a time there was a farmer who was losing chickens, so he set a trap and caught a fox, and the neighbor said to him, 'This fox is so pitiful, let him go!' When the farmer saw it, he felt that the fox was pitiful, so he was kind enough to let the fox go, and from that day on, when the farmer got up every morning, he would find a bowl of steaming white porridge on the stove...... The farmer got up every day, drank white porridge and went to work in the field, and lived a good life, until one day a monk passed by and said, 'You are very demonic, beware of the fox spirit!' The farmer thought to himself: After so many years of being a virgin, he can finally get out of the place, and he is full of joy to wait for the fox spirit! One day, before dawn, he quietly got up to see how the white porridge came from. A fox is sitting on the stove in his house, jerking off at the mouth of the bowl! Damn, there really is a fox "spirit"! β
"That's careless food. The story of the porridge. β
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"God TMD carelessly lost Jingzhou!"
"The story is bright, the reply is brighter!"
"God replied that he had lost in the next place."
"The talent series, I will serve you both of this broken station."
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