After a brief screening, a total of 15,000 Beiyan civilians were confirmed to participate in tonight's battle. In order to effectively command them, Jiang Du divided these civilians into 15 brigades in units www.biquge.info of 1,000 people, and then scattered the veterans into each brigade and appointed them as brigade commanders, responsible for temporary dispatch and command.

Jiang Du's appointment is of little significance to veterans, in their eyes, Jiang Du at this time is like a bandit leader who is constantly recruiting troops and buying horses, wantonly sealing officials, and is about to take the "elite soldiers" and grab territory all over the world.

After a short discussion, the plan of action was decided, and everyone was ordered to leave the camp and go to the ambush site.

Jiang Du himself took a few recruits and two brigades of civilians in ambush in the hard labor camp. These civilian soldiers had no armor or weapons, but they carried in their hands all the tools of ploughing, hoes, sickles, guillotines, rakes, and wooden sticks.

After waiting for half an hour, estimating that the others had arrived at the designated place, he gestured to the civilians who were standing in the camp and had not passed the screening.

There were five or six thousand of these civilians, and when they saw Jiang Dao's gesture, they crossed their hands on their waists one by one, looked up at the sky, and began to scold the street with their throats.

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For a time, the inside and outside of the camp were filled with all kinds of foul language, which was particularly clear in the silence of the night......

At the same time, two Assyrian soldiers in disheveled hats fled to the barracks at Farm 17 and shouted at the captain who was on duty at the camp gate:

"Oh no, no!"

"The hard labor camp is bombing the camp!"

"Come and help!" After speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to ask, turned around and ran back.

"Hey, don't run yet, make your words clear before leaving!" The squad leader on duty shouted twice, but saw that the two soldiers had already fled, so he scolded angrily: "Really special, scared and dizzy?" ”

He walked to the front of the barracks, his ears were in the direction of the penal labor camp, and he listened attentively, and sure enough, he heard the chaotic shouting and scolding.

"Oh no, something is wrong!" He didn't dare to slack off, and hurried back to the camp to report to the brigade commander Qu Zhiqing.

When Qu Zhiqing heard that the camp was bombed by hard labor, he was also shocked. There are 30,000 hard laborers on the No. 17 farm, and they are usually disciplined, but once the camp is bombed, if it is not well controlled, the situation will become very serious.

Ring the bell and assemble the whole camp!

The jingle bell rings quickly......

Groups of well-trained Assyrian soldiers lined up in the barracks.

"Zhao Gang took the second and third battalions to stay and garrison, take precautions, and send people to the No. 19 and No. 20 farms for help."

"The rest of the battalions will follow me to the hard labor camp!"

"Yes!"

Qu Zhiqing took 800 soldiers to trot, a distance of 100 meters, and arrived in the blink of an eye, and saw that there was no one outside the forced labor camp, the gate was not closed, and the ghosts inside were crying wolves and howling, and the scolding was shocking. He hurriedly ordered someone to push open the door, and he saw a very spectacular scene.

I saw that in the open space in the camp, thousands of hard laborers hugged each other, rolling all over the ground, scuffling together, and dozens of Assyrian soldiers were mixed in, at this time they were also disheveled, gray-headed, and completely unable to see their original appearance.

"Oh my God! Now it's in trouble. Qu Zhiqing was stunned and shouted in distraction.

He knew that with this little person in his hands, he was no longer able to control the situation at the scene, so he could only temporarily hold the gate of the village and wait for reinforcements from other farms to arrive before he could solve the problem.

"Crossbowmen in formation!" He hurriedly gave the order and laid out the defensive line.

It was also the first time that 500 Assyrian crossbowmen saw such a sight, and they quickly lined up in three lines to guard the gate of the wall, while the other 300 light infantrymen, armed with scimitars, were tightly guarded on Qu Zhiqing's sides.

"Brigade commander, help!"

"Brigade commander, help!"

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Suddenly, more than a dozen soldiers broke free from the crowd, crying, shouting and rushing towards Qu Zhiqing's side.

"Damn it, don't come here!" Qu Zhiqing cursed in a low voice, these hard laborers have lost their minds, if they notice themselves at this time, who knows what they will do?!

But the dozen or so soldiers seemed to be frightened, shouting and rushing towards the gate of the fortress without their lives.

Sure enough, some of the scuffling laborers, attracted by their cries, turned their heads to look at the gate, and then got up from the ground and followed the deserters, in hot pursuit.

Within 100 meters, there was a world of crossbowmen, but the positions of these fleeing soldiers were very scattered, which happened to block the figures of the hard laborers, so that the crossbowmen on the opposite side could not successfully aim and attack.

", get out of the way!" The crossbowmen were so angry that they yelled at their stupid comrades, hoping that they would get out of the way so that they could keep their shots accurate.

The momentary hesitation made the fighter fleeting. Before they knew it, the hard laborers had followed the rout, quickly passing a distance of fifty meters.

"Attack! Indiscriminate Attack! As the distance between the two sides approached, Qu Zhiqing could already see the hideous smiling faces of the laborers, and he shivered all over his body, and frantically gave the order to fight.

Originally, at a distance of 100 meters, 500 crossbowmen could fire at least three rounds of crossbow arrows, and in such a dense crowd, they could kill and injure at least more than a thousand hard laborers, plus the combat effectiveness of 800 Assyrian soldiers, they could also solve two or three thousand hard laborers, and then the situation would be greatly improved, but now because of these stupid soldiers, they have lost the best attack distance.

"Grandma's, hurry up and shoot!" Seeing that the crossbowmen were hesitant for a moment, he hurriedly shouted and urged.

"When they rush over, we're all going to die. Attack! Attack! ”

The crossbowmen also knew that if they were rushed to their side by tens of thousands of hard laborers, it would be a disaster for their hundreds of people. So they raised their crossbows and began to shoot—

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Hundreds of bolts came out of the string and struck the frenzied laborers, many of whom fell to the ground in an instant, and the laborers' offensive was thwarted, and the scene became chaotic.

Qu Zhiqing's expression was relieved when he saw this, and he looked at several Assyrian soldiers who had fled to the front of the battle, and his heart was full of contempt.

"Guts rats, they were scared like this by a group of hard laborers!" But he didn't know that his own expression just now was no better than these routs.

Suddenly, a shout suddenly sounded in front of him, and then a muffled sound was heard, and the two crossbowmen in the front row flew out in an instant, smashing seven or eight crossbowmen lying behind them, only to see a tall rout soldier rushing into the crossbowman camp, picking up a fist with a sand bowl, and it was a smash.

His arms were like heavy iron bolts, flying up and down, his body like electricity, constantly shuttling between the crossbowmen, who were like scarecrows in front of him, constantly being blasted in all directions.

Taking advantage of the confusion of the crossbowmen, the slaves also followed, and these men who ran at the front, without weapons in their hands, each held two lumps of dirt, and when there were less than five or six meters left, they roared and threw out the lumps in their hands.

For a time, the eyes of the Assyrian soldiers were full of fist-sized lumps, densely turned, covering the sky and the moon, and the accuracy of the head was excellent.

It slammed on their bodies and heads, and there was a thud.

"Stop, stop him!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Qu Zhiqing commanded with a pale face, turned around and ran out. (To be continued.) )