Chapter 315: The Yellow River Fu (Part 14)

A jungle of steel. Gently push down the hillside.

The commander of the Third Army made Xu Da stride in front of the team. On the left and right sides are five carefully selected guards. Join him as the blade of the entire team. Dressed in plate armor. The spear in his hand sparkled.

More brethren. Then follow the habits developed during normal training. Behind the guards, they increased in a row. On the move. Slowly pull out a complete iron triangle.

No one is looking around. Each pair of eyes shines through the gaps in the visor. Keep your eyes straight ahead. Albeit. Most of them can see it clearly. Directly ahead, the enemy troops were hastily forming a group. It is less than a third of the previous total strength.

And two-thirds of the enemy army. It was in ambush in the woods on both sides of the hillside. It could come out at any time. Block everyone's way out.

But. The first update didn't slow down. Look left and right. They are all carefully selected veterans. Most of the training takes place for more than eight months. A small part of them even back in Xuzhou. It is already under the command of Zhu Chongjiu.

Long hours of hard training. Discipline has been carved into everyone's bones.

As long as the battle flag that followed closely behind Xu Da did not fall. They will follow the direction of the flag. Until the last breath of life.

They don't have a distinguished family lineage. There is no chance to learn any martial arts. The vast majority of them. A year ago. Or a professional farmer through and through.

And yet now. They are the most professional soldiers of this era.

They don't go very fast. But all the time the same rhythm was maintained. Shoulder to shoulder. Arm to arm. Push down the hillside. It's like a sophisticated machine.

"Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. ”。 The monotonous sound of the brass whistle continued in the ranks. Just like when you train normally. Always with the footsteps of everyone.

It was the company commander's command post. It is used to coordinate the movements of the whole company. Each sound represents a movement of the thighs. Three tones are a set of beats. Not as uplifting as the traditional sound of war drums. Listen to it in people's ears. But it was far clearer than the sound of war drums.

A lot of veterans. I can't help but think of the scene when I first enlisted in the army and was trained.

To distinguish between left and right. The instructors at the time took a myriad of approaches. Wear shoes on one foot. Tether the head of the left arm. Poke your ass with a wooden stick. There are many tricks.

No one thought of being a soldier and eating food. It's so much trouble. After being cleaned up, it is inevitable that there will be complaints. But for the broth every night and two full dry meals a day. Everyone gritted their teeth and endured

And then the crowd slowly appeared. Keep your chest up and your head up. Walk to the rhythm of a whistle. Actually, it's quite energetic.

Then raise your chest and head up. It slowly became a habit.

Then straighten up the waist bar. I can't bend anymore. Even if it's a bloody butcher's knife.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, three hundred steps, two hundred steps. They walked slowly down the hill. No stagnation. Soon. Distance from enemy forces. It was shortened to less than a hundred steps. 、

"Woo. Whining. Whining. Woo woo "Exploring the main formation of the Red Army. The wolf's howl sounded suddenly. Low and long. The north wind from the river suddenly became bitter.

"Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. ”。 The monotonous sound of a brass whistle. Emerge from the howl of the wolf. Like the first glimmer of light before the dawn of a winter night.

Weak alone. but unruly.

Wang Baobao was sounded by the copper whistle from the opposite side. Upset. With a sneer, he swung the steel knife in his hand down.

The sky darkened suddenly. Thousands of feathered arrows fell from the sky. Dense as hail.

Layers of steel "hail" smashed on the side of the Huai'an army. Thick clouds of smoke and dust. A strong river wind blew. Lift the smoke into the air. Turns into a dark yellow cloud.

Behind the dark yellow clouds. More than 1,000 Huai'an soldiers are stepping on the same pace. Forward. Forward. Be duty-bound not to turn back.

"Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. ”。 The rhythm of the brass whistle remains the same. Even in the face of a raging storm.

The Khitan archers behind Wang Baobao. Suddenly, I felt a chill in my heart. Pull the horn bow as fast as possible. More and faster chapters are here. Shoot the second round of feathered arrows into the sky in front of you at an angle of forty degrees diagonally.

The sky instantly became extremely dark. But the sunset reflected on the spear edge of the Red Turban Army. But it is more and more dazzling.

"Spear." Xu Da, who was walking in the forefront, suddenly let out a snort. Hold the spear in your hand straight up.

"Spear." "Spear." "Spear." "Spear."

A series of rich male voices. Repeat mechanically. From pro-soldier to brigade commander and regiment commander. From the regiment commander, battalion commander, company commander to the captain in the team.

More than 1,000 rods are long. Cocked up at the same angle.

"Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. ”。 In the monotonous sound of the brass whistle. The spear was like a strip. At the same pace. Swing from side to side.

A second wave of feathered arrows swept a distance of eighty paces. Come to the top of the Huai'an army. Whistling and falling.

"Smack." "Smack." "Smack." "Smack." "Smack." "Smack." A series of strange noises. Bombs continued to blow up above the heads of the Huai'an army.

Feathered arrows flying high. Filtered by layers of erected spears. It can land in the target area last. It's less than a fifth of the total.

However. Just one fifth of the arrows. More than half of it was shot on the plate armor on the chest of the Huai'an army. "Ding." "Ding." "Ding." Splashed several sparks. Then fall weakly.

The soldiers of the Huai'an Army who walked in the first two rows. The feather arrows suffered the most. But cold-forged face armor, plate armor, and shin guards. but they were covered from the air.

Even an armor-piercing cone shoots head-on at thirty paces. It may not be able to chisel through sturdy cold-wrought iron armor. What's more, it's an ordinary carved feather arrow.

Although from the fourth row. The brethren had only a visor and a cuirass for their body. The thighs are no longer covered with any protection.

However, except for one or two really unlucky guys who were hit by stray arrows. More than nine out of nine brothers. All in this round of feathered arrows. No injuries.

Wounded brothers. Immediately follow the instructions of the training. He poked his spear into the ground. Firmly grasped the shaft of the spear. Leave your body in place.

The robe in the back row immediately sped up. Filled the place he had vacated. Then the spear continued to be raised high. Swaying from side to side with the sound of a brass whistle.

"Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. ”。 Copper whistle. Sharp as a knife.

A sunset reflected on the edge of a gun. Ignite the entire river beach. Ignite everyone's eyes.

The rain of arrows continues. More and faster chapters are here. Endlessly.

The veterans of the Huai'an Third Army continued to advance under the rain of arrows. Not in a hurry. The large triangular array looked like a dragon waking up from a sleep in the rain of arrows. The bearded claws are flamboyant. The scales shimmer.

Behind it is Mangdang Mountain. More than 1,500 years ago. The one who shouted, "The prince will be a kind of Xiangning." Chen Sheng. In the end, the bones are buried here.

In front of it is the rolling Yellow River. More than 4,000 years ago. The Xuanyuan clan used to cast a plough on the riverside. Sow grains.

It is left and right. It is the capital of Yao. It's the soil of Shun. It is the seal of Yu. Generations of ancient sages of the Chinese people. Here to develop, protect, create zào, inheritance.

This is its land. its homeland.

For thousands of years. There are always some savage robbers. Trying to take advantage of its slumber. Enter here. Steal its wealth. Defile its spirit.

However. More and faster chapters are here. Whenever there is a dark hour. But it can always be awakened by blood. In the cold wind of the hunt. Flap the two huge wings again.

Soar through the sky.

The left wing carries history. The right wing carries hope.

Eighty steps, seventy steps, sixty steps, fifty steps

I saw the army formation pushing down from the hillside getting closer and closer. Closer and closer. On the tip of Wang Baobao's nose. Slowly roll down a few drops of cold sweat.

It's not the first time I've fought the Red Turbans. But a red turban army like the Huai'an Third Army. It was the first time in his life that he had seen him.

His scimitar swung with all his might. The feathered arrows that were shot out of the army's formation. More and more urgent.

Hurried like a raging storm.

According to his previous experience. If it's a Yingzhou red scarf. Under such a dense attack of feathered arrows. Even if it doesn't collapse. It will also be suppressed to the point that it will not be able to move forward by half a step. Be the first to update

But. The red turban army in front of him was covered in mud. But it is still slowly pushing forward. Always keep the same rhythm.

The dense rain of arrows not only failed to make the large array of the Huai'an Third Army fall apart. The sky is flickering and dark. On the contrary, it added a bit of mystery and majesty to the already murderous military formation.

"Change the armor-piercing cone. Replace the armor-piercing cone. "Cai Ziying is by Wang Baobao's side. Hoarse reminder.

Archers with sore arms. Immediately replaced with a sharp armor-piercing cone. Draw a full horned bow. Shoot it flat out.

"Ding Dong Dong" and "Ding Ding Dong Dong" walked on the front row of the Huai'an Army soldiers. There was a constant screeching sound of metal crashing. Mars in the evening glow. Twinkle like a star in the morning light.

Someone because of bad luck. Pierced by an armor-piercing cone shot through the seam of the armor. Painfully grasping the shaft of the spear. Slowly circle in place.

The vacancies they set aside. Xun was filled by the second row of robes. The whole triangular array. Still as sharp as ever.

They're still pushing. Not sick. No, no.

"Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. "Squeak...... Chirping...... Chirping. The sound of the brass whistle pierced through the drums of war. Drilled deep into the ears of archers. Make them scalp chap. Weak legs.

Forty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps.

As the distance approaches. Casualties are mounting. But the rhythm of the whistle. But it never changes.

The soldiers of the Huai'an army followed the whistle. Take a neat step. Take one's time. It's like going to enjoy a long-promised feast.

In the shrill whistle. Wang Baobao suddenly felt that his heart was sinking rapidly. The forces around him were two and a half times that of the other side. But he was no longer sure. You can block your opponent.

"Blow the horn. Ordered an ambush attack. "Raise the scimitar high. He made a decisive decision.

"Woo. Whining. Whining. Woooooo Whining. Whining. Woohoo" The sound of the horn suddenly became desolate. It's as if the beast is summoning a lost companion.

"Woo. Whining. Whining. Woo."

"Woo. Whining. Whining. Woo."

In the woods on the left and right. There is an angry trumpet sound in response. Timur and He Zongzhe, who were already anxious and had fire in their eyes. Each with three thousand volts of soldiers. Whistling out.

They rushed to the Huai'an army from the flanks and rear.

They're going to take this dragon that has just woken up. Push into the darkness again.

However. Battle flags in the Third Army of Huai'an. But suddenly he raised his head and provoked it. In the oncoming river breeze. Hunt Swing.

"Flatten the spear." Xu Da slammed his spear straight ahead. Break off loudly.

"Squeak...... Squeak......" The whistle changed suddenly. From three beats to two beats.

"Squeak...... Squeak......" "Squeak...... Squeak......" "Squeak...... Squeak......" in the mournful brass whistle. A spear that was originally raised high. Like blooming flowers. Layer by layer blooms forward.

layer 1. Two floors. Three floors

"Squeak......" all whistles. Converged into a long dragon groan.

All the spears stabbed forward in unison. Like the polished teeth of a dragon.

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