The hum of the arrows, the screams of the struck, and the panicked cries and pleas for mercy are mixed together to form a concerto full of death and cruelty.

But after the panic and confusion, someone finally remembered the training on weekdays, and the improved military order system that was full of my personal color, began to work. The cacophony was gradually overwhelmed and replaced by the aggressive shouts of raising their hands to block and shouts for cover.

"Each team counts the casualties against the flag,"

"Shooters vs. Enemy ......"

"Scouts, release the ...... to seek the enemy"

"Auxiliaries cover the reloading ...... of the guncorps"

Although the formation transformed during the march was still a little chaotic, at least most of the soldiers already knew what they should do, and the rest of the new ones who came in did not know anything, but at least there was a person who could imitate them, and although they continued to produce new casualties in the arrows, they couldn't help but slowly settle down.

According to the re-erected team flags and fire chief flags in the front and rear vision, most of the establishment is basically intact, and the casualties of the sudden arrow attack this time are not as large as expected. It was a scout party on horseback, already rushing out

A few horse-beating movements accelerated, and they flashed the scattered flying arrows, approaching the condescending figures that appeared in the buildings and high walls, and then these old righteous from the formed cavalry, with agility, drew the thin spears from the saddle pockets, threw them diagonally, and heard several screams, and achieved the first results of the counterattack.

During this period, only one person was injured, and before he fell off the horse, my team couldn't help but burst into applause. Then the first counterattack of the shooting team also fell on the heads of those attackers in the sound of breaking through the air.

Because those thin spears nailed to the building, specially colored, and slightly tied with bright and conspicuous straps at the end, just for the crossbowmen of the archery team, to guide the initial direction and angle of shooting,

Therefore, no matter what the actual hit was, it was visible to the naked eye that those figures who were desperately firing arrows suddenly became much thinner, whether they were immediately evaded or shot on the spot, all of my team's containment and pressure suddenly disappeared mostly.

"Leave me alone,"

I slowly stood up and put back on the helmet I had picked up, and my heart gradually calmed down.

"Let's see if Yan Gongke is okay first......"

"Something ...... Nothing"

An old voice rang out behind another group of players,

But at the moment when he was killed by an arrow in Changling, he was dragged off the carriage by Yan's generals with his body, and he was protected for the first time.

Then I held an arrow that penetrated deep into the board of the car, and I wanted to fold it down to check but found that it could not be folded, so I had to use a knife to pry open the plank before pulling it out, and found that it was a long arrow of military standard, which looked quite delicate and sharp, and it was very heavy in my hand.

Moreover, this one was not the usual fine iron arrowhead that was easy to recover and repair, but a cone-headed arrow forged from white steel, which could easily shoot through the thick panels of the carriage. The shaft of the arrow is not an ordinary bamboo and wood material, but a hollow coil like an iron pipe, and there are small holes on the side that facilitate bloodletting, which looks very vicious and full of lethality.

Yan Gong let out a low sigh and asked me to turn my head and take a look.

"This is a soldier,"

Standing beside Yan Gong, the gray-clothed general whispered to me

"And it's a custom-made ......"

It turns out that there are four main types of arrows in the army: bamboo arrows, wooden arrows, soldier arrows, and crossbow arrows; Bamboo arrows are the lightest, generally used for hunting in the south, wooden arrows are the most common equipment in the army, and the arrows are the so-called armor-piercing arrows for killing and wounding soldiers, which are among the arrows, specially created for some special needs.

As the so-called southerners long boats, northerners are good at horses, and compared with the bow horses with a high popularity rate in the north, a major weapon that the regimes of the southern dynasties in the past dynasties can fight against the north, is the long-term existence of the large number of foot bows and crossbowmen in the zài army, so the manufacture and use of bows and crossbows by the big beam has reached the point of being quite at its peak.

In this arrow, it can be fully reflected, a variety of unique design and matching, in order to use limited materials to play the pursuit of maximum accuracy, range and lethality.

Moreover, according to the other side, this kind of arrow is generally only used in small quantities by the cruising envoys and catchers in the army. I couldn't help but take a slight breath of cold air.

Compared with the commanders and jumping subordinates who are known as warriors in the army, the cruising envoys and catchers have fewer staff, but they are more elite and brave, because their functions are more similar to the nature of the sharp knife platoon or armed reconnaissance brigade in later generations.

The cruising envoy is also known as the wanderer, and the army is in defense of the main patrol camp and prevention and containment matters; When the army goes out, it is the first to go out to patrol the enemy to chase the enemy, and there is a cloud in "The Divine Mechanism of the Enemy Taibai Yin Sutra and Listening to the Wandering Ground": "My plot, don't let the wanderers know", the rangers are those who go deep into the enemy camp or key points to spy on confidential military information.

Compared with armed reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance cruisers, the capture of life generals is more focused on the high-intensity combat side, and is mainly responsible for the task of killing sentry and traveling horses in front of the army or going deep into the enemy territory to capture and capture the enemy chieftain, and capture and torture them.

Therefore, the people who can hold these two positions are all skilled in bows and horses, strong in martial arts, and courageous.

For example, the famous generals of the Tang Dynasty in history, Ge Shuhan, Gao Xianzhi and others all came up step by step from the cruising envoys, and even the culprits who set off the Anshi Rebellion back then, An Lushan and Shi Siming, in their early years, were also in the lower echelons of the border army in Lulong Town, Youbei, and worked as a catch-on general, and the exploits of crossing the border to hunt and kill the leaders of the Khitan tribe were valued and appreciated by the festival, and Zhang Shougui was appreciated by the festival and obtained the opportunity to be promoted.

This inference can't help but make me a little afraid, and then think about the dented and cracked piece on the helmet, if it is a little bit higher, or if my helmet is not so strong, I am afraid it will be explained here.

Seeing that the Shooters had gained the upper hand, I was about to order the White Soldiers to come forward with shields in hand, to meet the horses, and clear the hiding places of the attackers, when the shouts of the scouts who were running and harassing suddenly stopped, and as if they were frightened, they suddenly turned their horses and ran back to their own formation.

Then I heard the screeching of some large metal striking object, and the middle street, which was half a mile wide, like a disturbed beehive, suddenly poured out countless enemy soldiers with blades and armor, and in the already dark sky, the torches held high illuminated their dark armor and resolute faces.

The heart-rending sound of the horn represents the rhythm of the drumbeat of the enemy turning to the defense, and the elongated shadows along the buildings of the street are sounded one after another.

"Queue ......"

"Prepare for ......"

"Don't mess ......"

"Brothers who believe in the spears and the white soldiers......"

"Gun Team Batch Preparation ......"

Expand three rows horizontally

"Spearmen lined up in ......"

"The White Soldiers defend the ...... on both wings"

"The first team, diagonally in the corners...... Put"

It seemed that the confidence that had been initially built up in the previous battle, under the cover of the front team, the first group of gunners had quickly formed a formation, and with the light of the sparkling fire, they spewed a row of gray smoke and grunting lead at the enemy

In the smoke blown away by the evening breeze, the closest wave of enemies seemed to become much thinner, and some of their bodies shook, but they became sluggish, and then continued to trot, as if they were squeezed left and right, and slowly fell to the ground.

At this moment, I could no longer see the battle at the forefront, and I could only hear the moanings, screams, and shouts of the human body slamming against the spears, the metal that slipped away, and piercing the flesh, followed by the dull tearing sound of the flesh being chopped and chopped open, mixed with the harsh tones of countless weapons clashing and shaping.

The strong fishy sweet smell quickly filled the air, and he could only judge the advance and retreat of the troops by the various flag changes in front of him, and then put the remaining strength in his hands into it little by little. In a certain way, I am in a situation where I can release but not retract, and what I can really command directly is the few teams around me that have not yet been put into battle.

I made a quick decision, put together the few wagons I had, and then climbed to the top, and then surrounded a makeshift lookout and field command structure with a series of shields, and on the roof of another carriage, erected an exclusive flag, a large "pink seal meat ball cat's paw flag", which was guarded by a group of chasseurs to fight the attempts, while the flag officer and the drummer stood by the carriage to make some kind of change of formation or mobilize the flags and drums.

Then I saw the horror of being besieged on all sides, and the armoured and sword-wielding enemies, like rivers returning to the sea, were emerging from the streets and alleys and behind the walls, and my troops, after being cut into several sections in the streets, were trying to get as close as possible to the nearest friendly troops

Under the threat of the enemy, the spearmen were spontaneously placed in the outermost position, and the white soldiers were the second in the rear to cover and slash those enemy soldiers who rushed into the gaps, and the licensed auxiliaries surrounded the remaining guns and archery teams into small formations and war groups of various specifications. From time to time, arrows flew into the crowd, splashing blood and screams, and there were also guns that shot past them, stirring up clouds of dust and smoke debris on the buildings, and shooters who withered like fallen leaves.

Among them, the group I was in was the largest, and the attack was also the most intense, and almost every moment I could see the front of the fierce battle of guns, there were fountains of blood and limbs flying and splashing on the heads of both sides, and the archers mixed in the crowd were also using the limited space, taking turns to send arrows that curled overhead, constantly confronting and suppressing those condescending enemy archers.

Then soon the archery team ran out of arrows with them, and used their tired arms to pick up blades and spare lamp forehead spears to join the battle to support the front, and then the opponent's arrow rain also sparsely fell, I don't know if it was the strength exhausted, or for other reasons, at this time, only those who lived behind the human wall continued to fire,

With the slight security of their comrades as a shield against the enemy, they held their guns on the shoulders of their allies, or over their heads, or out of the gap in the crowd, almost non-stop, with their hands and feet, according to their trained habits and instincts, to hold their guns on the shoulders of their allies, or to reach out into the gaps of the crowd, in the direction of any enemy, with the small flags and commands, mechanically and numbly clasping.

Occasionally, someone was hit by the suddenly red and explosive body, and his face was covered with blood and charred black, and someone was hit by the arrows that came in, and fell down with a muffled snort, and he would be dragged aside to see if there was still a possibility of treatment, and then someone took his fire gun and continued to load and fire.

Under their fierce fire, the first to be unable to support the enemy shooters, in the dust and smoke that could not be dispersed, groups of falling or overturned figures, the rest of the people almost disappeared behind the buildings in pieces, never to show their heads again, and then more firepower was thrown into the flat shooting of those enemies.

The small group of hunters I arranged on the roof of the car played a considerable role at this time, although they only had a dozen bars in total, but under the concentrated support fire in a certain direction, they would be knocked down almost every time, and if the enemy's vanguard or suspected leader was saved, the friendly troops who were tired and overwhelmed by the front line would get a little respite and substitution.

But the fierceness and stoicism of the enemy were still beyond our imagination, and the baggage team surrounded by a group of spearmen was the first to collapse, and they almost scattered in a hurry, breaking the thin defense line formed by their own men from behind, handing over the scattered spearmen to the close enemy, and cutting them down one by one helplessly,

Then I even entangled a small group of people standing in the nearest place, and they couldn't stop retreating, until I personally led the huntsman team, and in front of this group of black sheep, a volley of flesh and blood flew sideways, crying father and mother, and scattered in all directions, and then I regained my footing.

The blood flowed down the middle street, turning the ditches on both sides into a kind of dark red hue, but the rest of the people became more and more determined, and even the auxiliaries threw themselves into the battle, and they almost bent their bodies in fear, facing the enemy's slashing and stabbing head-on, and then creating some kind of opportunity for the guns that were fired in turn behind them.

It's just that when I looked down on the battlefield again, I couldn't help but pause, with the enemies pouring out from all directions, our formation did not know when, and it had become some kind of irregular hollow phalanx. The spearmen were placed diagonally outward, the white soldiers were filled, and the gunners were inside, constantly turning and firing in batches, although only the first two rows could at a time, but forming some kind of continuous barrage with little interruption.

What is this, the Spanish Grand Phalanx? , or the Swiss phalanx, or a few more cannons, a bunch of cavalry, it is the Swedish Gustav phalanx.

Although I had anticipated this possibility, and carried out the corresponding basic training, but I didn't expect that they would be on the battlefield, so naturally they practiced it for a while, although it was still very jerky, and the cohesion and coordination were not smooth enough, but in addition to the casualties of the initial pick-up station, they finally stubbornly blocked this kind of repeated attacks that appeared from all directions.

There was even room to move slightly, so that there were spare shooters and auxiliaries to drag the wounded back to the battle for medical care.

Wave after wave of the enemy rushed out in groups, after losing the cover of the shooter, but also slowly showed some signs of fatigue and decline, the space of this middle street is really limited, after my army wargroup occupies more than half of the central position, the forces they can gather are also limited to the remaining space, and they have to be dispersed into a circular surface like a siege.

And the piled up corpses greatly hinder the attacker's side, they must spend more time and attention to overcome these "obstacles", as the defender's headquarters, they can even use local materials to use the time between the attack batches, with corpses piled up a layer of low wall-like cover,

Obviously, this was only a premeditated surprise attack after all, not a frontal battle on the battlefield, and many of the cluster advantages of formal training could not be brought into play.

Therefore, when the sound of guns gradually overpowered the shouts of close hand-to-hand combat, and then became the only tone of the battlefield, the enemy troops that poured out, almost before they could get closer, were knocked down, and then the sparse head-on crashed against the human wall of spearmen and white soldiers, like a weak tide of the wind, and a little blood-red wave faded in vain.

In the end, when the gunfire gradually fell silent and the smoke completely dissipated, only some kind of irregular circular corpses were left in one place, which were layered and intertwined in front and back, showing a sense of cruelty that made people not vomit or feel unhappy.

At some point, the enemy had disappeared, and they were even outside our field of vision, killing all the wounded who could not be taken away.

After this inexplicable battle, I stepped off the roof of the car with some interest, but I saw that Yan Gong's face was calm and calm no matter where he was, and the group of generals around him had a very uncalm look.

Yan Gong suddenly turned straight and saluted me and the soldiers behind me, and I was startled and hurriedly stopped him

"What is the origin of this...... I'm just doing my duty."

"It's just a crippled old man who has been in the army, and it's just a little respect and common salute to all the brave soldiers."

Yan Gong smiled,

"And don't be particularly careful......"

"This is your new method of warfare and the use of firearms......"

Then I saw the undisguised emotion, appreciation, and approval in his eyes.

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, but you never imagined it, you would still be able to reach this point......"

"Introducing you into the army is not a blessing for the country......"

"Although you may have your own chances,"

"But I'm still looking forward to it, you can have a future and a future that goes further than me......"

"This is praise from Yan Gong himself,"

Then Xin Jiaxuan, who limped over, hugged his bleeding waist, and sighed to me with some excitement,

"The people who can get public evaluation of the dynasty are all characters who are chosen for a while, let alone praise them"

"Over the years, I have cherished jade like gold, and others have asked for it but have not been able to ......"

Although I still don't think so, the bad guy has not yet received the hand, so he made such a mess, and he worked hard to pay so much effort and price to protect the whole, and it is reasonable to say some good words of thanks.

But the group of martial arts officers around me already had a proud expression, as if they were hurt and tired, and they were gone for a while, and I didn't bother to deliberately dampen their enthusiasm and enthusiasm.