On the battlefield of Chongxiao Town. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhong Ziang couldn't believe his eyes, he gathered a thousand men and horses, and he couldn't bite the baggage team of only one hundred people of the Sizhou army.

He first concentrated all his forces and used the tactics of crowds to rush forward, but the cunning enemy actually lined up the carts and defended behind them. Now, the enemy's chariot formation suddenly opened, and a tall general suddenly led the dead to kill.

This enemy can be said to be armed to the teeth, his whole body is wrapped in steel, and his hands are made of rare bones. The black light swept by, invincible. These damn northerners are amazingly powerful. The hands used are all such unreasonable blunt objects, which are injured when rubbed and killed when hit. Compared to them, his soldiers were as weak as chickens.

In the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed, and the malnourished Manichaeans collapsed.

One by one, the soldiers shouted and turned and fled, and the boat, which had already docked, immediately turned around and rowed desperately into the reeds. Because it was so crowded, soldiers were constantly being squeezed into the water. Suddenly, the surface of the water was densely covered with a layer of black heads.

Fortunately, they were excellent in water, and they all threw away their weapons, tore off their rudimentary armor, and swam desperately when they stepped on water.

On the shore, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, there was not a single living soldier.

"How is it possible to be repulsed by the enemy so easily?" Zhong Ziang was so angry that his chest was about to explode: "What the hell is going on/"

"Woohoo!"

The tall enemy general, having driven the Manichaeans into the water, retreated into the cart formation, and the archers began to fire.

A rain of arrows poured into the water, and the poor Manichaeans in the water had no shelter but to close their eyes and wait for death. Suddenly, the surface of the water was like a pot, and there was a turbid river gushing up with red human blood, mixed with screams for the sky.

The battle was only a pot of tea, and it was estimated that Zhong Ziang had already paid for thirty or forty lives.

This tragic casualty was unbearable, and such a defeat was unacceptable to him. His Royal Highness the Prince, who had concentrated ten times the enemy's strength, was defeated by the enemy's 100 heavy soldiers, and if he fled back in such a disgraced manner, what would he have to say.

Thinking of Yang Mi's smiling face full of sarcasm, Zhong Ziang snatched a spear and shouted: "The guards come with me!" ”

Several of his generals were so shocked that they stopped him and shouted, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, the thief is too fierce and relies on the cart." The terrain on the shore is too narrow, even if you go to many people, you can't spread it, this is a tactic to add fuel! Who are you, and how can you move forward? ”

"What is my identity, can't I be the first to go into battle?" Zhong Ziang's eyes were blood-red and he struggled. However, the words of his subordinates did warn.

Yes, the thieves are so hateful, those ten carts lined up on the shore are simply a low wall. After his soldiers went ashore, they had to climb into the cart before they could come into contact with the enemy, and the enemy was not passively beaten, and the tall enemy general would suddenly kill with the dead.

If you rush over like this, it is undoubtedly a refueling tactic that is not intended to send you to death.

No matter how many soldiers die, he will not frown, anyway, there are many soldiers in my God Sect, and there are many important people. When it is gone, it is a big deal to catch a group of civilians to enrich the army.

However, if the enemy is defeated like this a few more times, the morale of his soldiers will be lost, and he may disperse at some point. At that time, no matter how you march, you can't kill it.

At this moment, his body suddenly froze, as if he had been hit with a fist.

When he looked down, he saw an arrow stuck right in his lower abdomen.

"Oh my God, I've been shot!" Zhong Ziang looked at the trembling feather arrow in surprise, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Protect His Highness the Crown Prince!" There was a great chaos under his hands, and at the same time he came to protect him in the heart. Some held their shields alof, others reached out and ripped the feathered arrow from him.

The order was so chaotic that the boat kept shaking and almost capsized.

Fortunately, Zhong Ziang was wearing iron armor, and ordinary feather arrows could not even break the oily skin when they shot at him. But the arrows on the battlefield have no eyes, and they probably recognize him by seeing the handsome flag in the middle roll, and the archers on the shore shoot at this side at the same time. One of the guards was so unlucky that he was shot in the throat with an arrow, and his entire neck was completely pierced.

He lowered his head abruptly, gurgling in his throat, blood gushing out of his mouth and nostrils like a fountain. He slowly stretched out his hand to try to pull out the long arrow, but as soon as he touched the shaft of the arrow, he completely lost his strength and fell off the boat with a thud.

The sound of "Ding Dong" was endless, and in the blink of an eye, almost everyone on the boat, including Zhong Ziang, was carrying arrows.

Zhong Ziang looked through the chaos of people, and the row of swarthy carts on the shore was so tall that it was like a strong city wall.

At the same time, the Manichaeans on the water also drew their bows and fired back, but this blow was almost negligible to the enemy.

Although Zhong Ziang's chest was completely filled with anger, his heart suddenly moved at this time. He jerked away the guards in front of him, took out a rocket, put it on the torch in the bow of the ship, lit it with a "boom", and shot it back, shouting: "Fellow parishioners, burn that damned cart with a rocket." Don't seize it, Lao Tzu only needs their lives! ”

The Manichaeans were skilled in water warfare, and archers always had rockets in their hands to burn enemy ships.

These rockets are also easy to make, nothing more than to wrap a bamboo hemp soaked in tung oil around the arrowhead.

Hearing his order, the Manichaeans woke up from a dream, drew their bows and shot at the enemy's cart.

For a moment, the air was full of fire points flying with long trails of smoke.

Although the Sizhou military townsmen on the shore worked hard to put out the fire, how could they be busy. Gradually, one after another flames rose, and in the blink of an eye, they burned into a piece.

The morning sun had risen, and the surroundings were red, but the color of the flames was redder and brighter.

The Sizhou military and township army could no longer resist, and at the same time shouted at the same time, threw away all their baggage, and ran towards the south in a disorderly manner.

"Chase, chase, kill, kill them all!" Zhong Ziang had already hit the real fire, he pulled out the long knife in his hand, and shouted: "Everyone go ashore to avenge the dead parishioners!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill all the Sizhou dogs, and leave no one!"

A thousand men roared at the same time, carrying rudimentary weapons and chasing after them barefoot in the mud.

After being busy for half an hour, so many parishioners died without saying anything, but they didn't grab anything at all. At the moment, they just want to kill.

Without Zhong Ziang's urging, they ran faster than one another.

Stepping on the war horse, Zhong Ziang still kept shouting: "Hurry up, hurry up, in front of you is the messenger sent by the Dark Demon King, kill them, kill all these demons, Da Ming Zun will bless us!" ”