March of the fifteenth year of Jianxing. It is advisable to bury, travel, pray for blessings, break ground, stand cards, move the coffin, and avoid making stoves and entering the house.

In front of Li Yanzhi, there was a black oppressive piece of Zhao Jun's foot soldiers walking slowly. Although their formation was a little messy, they had no other choice under the surveillance of the more than a thousand Hun cavalry behind them. can only break the Liangzhou army that lies in front of them, and then continue to move forward, forward. Until the kind of victory that the Huns expected.

Perhaps, after capturing Liangzhou, the king of Nanyang will fulfill his promise and give them the reward they deserve if they survived the hard battle. However, the enemy army in front of them blocked their wishes.

Through the holes in the mask, looking at the Zhao army's foot soldiers who were approaching step by step, the auxiliary soldiers with guns and shields in the front row and the ironclad soldiers who were waiting for the battle, all of them were sweating nervously. Everyone is holding their weapons and ready to go.

Li Yanzhi paused his long knife on the ground and looked at the Zhao army who was charging towards the formation with a solemn face. The front row is still the same Qiang warriors who wield swords and shields, and are consumed like cannon fodder every time they encounter a battle array. They don't have good armor, and many don't even have a shield to cover their bodies. In this way, they rushed towards the main formation of the Liangzhou army in a chaotic manner. Li Yanzhi raised his right hand and raised the long knife in his hand, and the soldiers under the command of the generals in the rear saw this, so they followed their orders and bamboo whistles.

"Ready!" Wei Xu, who led the crossbowmen in the rear formation, shouted orders. As the crossbowmen took down the crossbow machine on their backs in a uniform manner, Wei Xu shouted a second command: "Control!" ”

In the back, there was a squeaky crossbow machine winding. In just a few breaths, the crossbowmen have flattened the crossbow machine. In the groove, arrows with cold light were also placed.

The front row of the Qiang warriors had already entered the killing range of the crossbow arrows, and with the long knife in the front row of Li Yanzhi's hand pointing obliquely forward, Wei Xu shouted with all his might: "Release!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, hundreds of crossbow arrows departed from the strings, intertwined in the air, and let out a terrifying howl and a call to death, flying straight towards the Qiang warriors who were rushing towards the main formation. In just a few breaths, in the formation of those Qiang warriors, there was the sound of arrows entering the flesh, as well as the unwilling howls of the fallen people.

The fallen soldiers blocked the way, forcing the robes behind them to carefully bypass or step over them. As a result, the enemy's charge slowed down considerably.

After a while, the Liangzhou army shot a second wave of arrows. In the phalanx of Zhao Jun's infantry that slowed down, as this rain of arrows covered it, a large number of warriors fell to the ground. The general who led the team shouted loudly, and with their strict orders, the Qiang warriors holding shields in the array strode forward one after another, and hurriedly formed a row of shield walls in the first row of the array.

The arrows fired by the soldiers of Lingju County later reduced the killing effect a lot. However, the first row of foot soldiers marched forward with shields, which also seriously slowed down the advance of the rear phalanx. Zhao Jun took advantage of this slow advance to regroup his formation. However, after a short period of work, he organized several rows of shield-wielding warriors, switched to the front row, and raised the shield in his hand diagonally, blocking the crossbowmen of Lingju County from shooting at the main formation.

While organizing an effective defense, with the dispatch of the opponent's main general, nearly a thousand Han crossbowmen came to both sides of the rear of the formation, ready to launch an arrow attack on the army formation composed of Lingju County soldiers.

Seeing the other party's increasingly tight formation, Li Yanzhi's face also became solemn. He raised the long knife in his hand again, pointing to the sky and slowly drawing a circle.

Seeing the signal sent by Li Yanzhi, the generals of the various teams who knew it gathered their subordinates one after another and moved closer to the shield array in front. The soldiers formed a tight formation, ready to respond to the onslaught of the enemy.

"Sword and shield soldiers of the Battle Blade Battalion, step forward!" Li Yanzhi suppressed his voice and roared, and the sound penetrated the noise of the battlefield and reached the ears of Zhou Xing behind him. When Zhou Xing heard the order, he also repeated: "The sword and shield soldiers of the battle front battalion, follow me forward!" ”

After that, the second row of long sword soldiers led by Li Yanzhi turned sideways, and the sword and shield soldiers led by Zhou Xing in the third row passed sideways with the long knife soldiers, raising their shields in front. And just after the two rows of battle battalions had just completed the exchange, a rain of arrows had already covered the ground from the top of their heads.

The soldiers of Lingju County, who had not yet had time to gather, watched as the rain of arrows crossed the shield wall composed of foot soldiers in the first two rows and covered their heads. The Lingju County soldiers, who were caught off guard, were unable to respond effectively at all, and they were shot down by this sudden rain of arrows. The wails of those who were hit by the arrows began to permeate the array, and many people suddenly felt a sense of fear and cowardice when they saw the robe beside them being shot by the arrows and fell to the ground.

In Wei Xu's crossbowman array, at least thirty or forty people were shot and fell to the ground, including him standing in the front row. An arrow was struck in the shoulder blade of his right shoulder, and the arrow entered through the gap between the shoulder armor and the body armor, penetrating the weak leather armor worn by Wei Xu and nailing it firmly to his shoulder socket. It was as if an arrow had been nailed to his bones, and he felt a pain in his heart that was unusual.

Wei Xuqiang gritted his teeth and tried several times to pull the arrow out of his shoulder socket, but he felt a pain in his heart after a little effort. However, what worried him even more was that the crossbowman team he led had already shown signs of panic and fear. Under the attack of the rain of arrows on the opposite side, some soldiers had already appeared in the back row, either lying on the ground, or turning around and trying to retreat.

Wei Xu pulled the bamboo whistle hanging on his chest with his left hand, put it to his mouth, and blew out a long whistle with all his strength. When the soldiers in the back row heard the whistle, they were all excited, and then looked at the hundred-man captain who was standing in the front row, with arrows in the shoulder blades but still glaring at them.

"Sima Shang is in the front row, how can you have the face to escape!"

Wei Xu's rebuke penetrated the surrounding noise and reached the ears of those soldiers in the rear, which couldn't help but make them feel slightly ashamed. Then he stopped his actions. However, immediately after that, another wave of arrows from the Zhao army followed.

"Royal!" With the shouts and dispatch of the auxiliary generals on the left and right, the auxiliary soldiers on both sides raised their shields one after another, and then protected the crossbowmen in the back layers. Form a phalanx, with three layers inside and outside, all of which are auxiliaries holding shields.

Although the auxiliary generals discovered the problem, they also responded in a timely manner. But it was too late. The number of people who fell to the ground with arrows in the crossbow array was nearly 100 at this time. Almost a third of the way has gone. The rain of arrows of the Zhao army was still covering this side, and the soldiers who fell to the ground with arrows could not carry them to the rear. In desperation, the robes who were still standing could only try their best not to step on them, and the rest was to let them ask for more blessings.

The auxiliaries raised their shields, and the arrows they shot were blocked by their shields. However, in the gaps between the shields, arrows were shot into them from time to time. The crossbowmen, who were protected by the shield array, were still screaming miserably. One after another, people fell to the ground, wailing.

After a while, the crossbowmen had already noticed the shooting pattern of the crossbowmen of the Zhao army on the opposite side, and while they were shooting, more than a hundred soldiers quickly carried the wounded and surviving robes to the rear. In the circle guarded by the auxiliaries, there were only a hundred crossbowmen left.

The defenses arranged by both sides after reacting were exemplary, so in the subsequent slow approach, long-range attacks such as bows and crossbows did not cause large-scale casualties on both sides. However, judging from the results, it is undoubtedly a big loss to the crossbowmen on the side of the county soldiers. The Zhao army's crossbowmen, on the other hand, consumed almost twice as much of the enemy's vital force as their own through long-range shooting.

However, no matter what, the war of this era must be seen in hand-to-hand combat after all. Li Yanzhi looked at the Zhao Jun's foot soldiers who had rushed dozens of steps away, clenched the bladed long knives in his hands with both hands, and swung them forward with all his might. He waited silently in his heart, waiting for this battle that had been predestined for a long time.

The infantry of the Zhao army held shields and spears horizontally, and after a long advance of half a century, they finally arrived at the periphery of the position arranged by the soldiers of Lingju County. Facing dozens of tall and long rejection horses, these Zhao soldiers were a little hesitant. However, before they could make an effective response, the huge number of thistles that had been scattered in front of the horses by the Juxian soldiers had already caused the Zhao army to howl miserably and catch them off guard.

Seeing that the soldiers in front of them who raised their shields and approached stepped on the thistles and fell down in response, they howled miserably, but the generals of the Zhao army were a little panicked. They roared and organized the soldiers around them, trying to make them forget the pain coming from the soles of their feet. But it was in vain. The soldiers in front of them were afraid of stepping on the terrible thistle terrestris again, so they held back. The soldiers in the rear were also happy to enjoy this moment of purity, and stopped with the pause of the footsteps of the soldiers in front.

The soldiers in front of them began to stop and clear the thistles in front of the rejecting horses. And Li Yanzhi led these foot soldiers, but it was impossible for them to sit back and watch them achieve their goals so calmly. In the process of cleaning up the thistles, dozens of short-rod spears were projected in the formation of the soldiers, but most of them accurately nailed the Zhao army's foot soldiers who cleaned up the thistles in front of the formation to the ground. For a while, Zhao Jun's array was silent about this kind of work, and no one was willing to come to his death first.

In the midst of all kinds of entanglements and difficult prevarications, in the end, dozens of lives were paid, and the thistles in front of the horse were finally cleaned up. The soldiers of the Zhao army crossed the area where the thistle was arranged, and with their knives and guns, they killed the area guarded by the soldiers of Lingju County.

"Ready!" As Li Yanzhi roared, the soldiers of Lingju County raised their shields one after another, moved the tips of their guns forward, and waited for the impact of the Zhao army's foot soldiers. In the blink of an eye, those Zhao army foot soldiers each passed through the gap of rejecting the horse, and rushed towards the position guarded by the Lingju County soldiers like a tide.

"Forced!" While Li Yanzhi waved his knife and gave the order, the auxiliaries in the front row were already holding their shields and advancing towards the gaps that refused to resist the horses. The spears in their hands poked out like poisonous snakes spitting letters, stabbing the unprepared Zhao soldiers.

The auxiliaries in the front row pierced the spears in their hands into the body of the Zhao soldier without mercy, but the resistance they encountered was extremely weak. Seeing that the robes in front of them fell to the ground one after another, the Zhao soldiers in the rear team reacted, and they began to form a close formation, relying on the shield cover of the front row of soldiers to continue to attack the Liangzhou army.

The Liangzhou auxiliaries in the front row, and the Diqiang warriors in the Zhao army soon fought together with their weapons. In this life-and-death battlefield, the existence and efforts of individuals are suppressed to a minimum. However, the two sides are surprisingly in the same mind, and that is to kill the opponent who is facing each other. Only in this way can you survive this bloody and brutal battlefield.

Li Yanzhi ordered the sharp soldiers to retreat, and ordered the auxiliaries to step forward, and it was not without the intention of letting the auxiliaries step forward to consume the Zhao army's Diqiang warriors who were cannon fodder. He knew that if the soldiers were thrown into battle too early, they would probably lose a lot of physical strength and fighting spirit in the process of eliminating the enemy's cannon fodder soldiers. If this is the case, then when the enemy's elite is pressed on all fronts, there will be no capital on his side to fight against it.

At the moment, the sharp soldiers retreated, and the front auxiliaries faced the Diqiang warriors, which not only consumed the opponent's cannon fodder troops, but also allowed those auxiliaries who had undergone a short period of training to understand the war as soon as possible. If some of these soldiers survive this outnumbered battle, they will be reborn!

However, the price to be paid for this transformation is extremely cruel. These auxiliaries not only have to face the impact and fight of the enemy, but the ironclad soldiers behind them also play the role of a supervising team. Most of these sharp soldiers have participated in the fight on the north bank of Jincheng in the eleventh year. In that brutal battle, many proved themselves. When facing the battle formation again, Li Yanzhi obviously felt that among these people, there was not much timidity at all. And the auxiliaries in the front row are not so optimistic.

In the process of fighting in the front row, as the spear was stabbed out and withdrawn, the knife was raised and fell, and the smell of blood on the front line quickly spread. It was only at this time that those auxiliaries really felt that this life-and-death struggle was far from the weapon fight between the Lifang tribes they had experienced before. Watching the hideous-looking Qiang warriors rush up and stab the weapons in their hands into the bodies of the robes beside them, and when they watched the robes fall helplessly and splash blood on their faces, their mood changed from nervousness at the beginning to deep fear.

The auxiliaries, who did not have much actual combat experience, gradually lost their support in the fighting. Li Yanzhi saw a young auxiliary soldier in the second row, watching Tong Ze in front of him being pierced in the chest by the enemy on the opposite side, and the blood splattered all over his face. After a moment of great fear, the young auxiliary soldier shouted and turned to flee.

The auxiliary soldier panicked and crashed headlong into Li Yanzhi, who was dispatching in the center. Li Yanzhi was already worried when he saw that the front line was loose, but at this moment, he saw that someone had escaped, so without saying a word, he picked up the bladed long knife in his hand and cut the soldier to the ground.

"Escapees, slash!" As Li Yanzhi shouted loudly, the ironclad soldiers beside him repeated this sentence loudly. Many soldiers in front witnessed the scene of Li Sima beheading the deserters, and knew that this sentence was by no means a lie, so they didn't dare to do anything else at the moment.

"Repel the enemy army, promote the adjutant to one level, and reward the non-commissioned officer with five hundred!" After strictly understanding the military discipline, Li Yanzhi shouted out the reward he offered, and said: "Escape from the battle and have no peace, fight with me to break the enemy, Li will be rewarded!" ”

Hearing this, the auxiliaries who were in the battle formation at the front knew that they had no other way to survive than to fight and break the enemy this time. Having lost their way out, they shifted their anger to the Qiang warriors on the opposite side after witnessing the sacrifice of the robes around them.