Zhao Min took a deep breath. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe most advanced soldiers of the Red Turban Army had crossed the ditch and began to try to move the antlers that stood in the way, although the roots of the antlers were deeply rooted in the soil, but after all, they were not fixed, and one or two people may not be able to move, but a few more can always be moved.

Of course, it is impossible for the guards to stand stupidly and let the other party succeed easily, so the warriors with long soldiers stepped forward one after another, stabbing the spears in their hands into the fragile flesh and blood that had no power to resist, and the rest of the soldiers could also increase the damage of the sharp crossbow arrows through the human slits. The antlers clinged to the edge of the ditch, and the place on the edge of the ditch was only one person. And if you want to move the heavy antlers with all your might, you must put down the blade in your hand and do it with all your might. And because of the existence of the chasm, there are no comrades behind him who can cover for themselves, so these red turban soldiers in the first row can only watch the spears whistling!

The battlefield chosen by Zhao Min is the narrowest section of this river beach, the width is only seven or eight zhang, and it only takes ten soldiers to stand on the road, and it is possible to wade through the water to fill the front, but there are turbulent rapids and icy river water, even the Red Turban Army, which has always been accustomed to filling with human lives, cannot issue such an obviously unwise order. At this time, Zhao Min began to be extremely happy, the establishment of the revised version of the Mandarin Duck Formation is that there are two pikemen for every ten people, and fifty guards are five standard formations of the Mandarin Duck Array, which happens to have ten pikemen, which is enough to block the enemy in front of them. If the terrain had been a little wider here, the outcome would probably have been different.

But it always takes time to get out and collect the gun, but the successors of the Red Turban Army on the opposite side don't need time at all, because the Red Turban position is full of people, and there is no way to retreat, even if you know that the front is a place of death, you can only rush forward this way! Therefore, the antlers only resisted half a pillar of incense, and they were lifted up and thrown aside amid the cheers of the Red Turban soldiers!

The moment Zhao Minjun's guards saw the antlers being raised, they knew that nothing could be done, and they did not feel a fight, and immediately retreated in an orderly manner. Naturally, the Red Army soldiers gave chase, but after only two steps, they had to stop. Because they found that a row of almost identical antlers was once again in front of everyone!

Now the Red Turban Army is facing a difficult choice: if you want to kill the opponent, you must rush in front of the opponent, if you want to rush in front of the opponent, you must remove the antlers, and if you want to remove the antlers, you must lay down your weapons, and the opponent can take advantage of the gap in the antlers and cause huge casualties to yourself!

The pause of the Red Turban Army was only short-lived, not short-lived, because the people in the rear squeezed up! So after a shout of unknown meaning, the Red Turban warriors rushed to the second row of antlers again. Similarly, Zhao Minjun also raised his spear and crossbow machine again, repeating the scene just now.

So, the red turban soldiers screamed and fell down before the spears and crossbow arrows shot the antlers, and someone stepped on the corpse of the former behind them, and finally, under the impact of the red turban army regardless of casualties, the second layer of the antler array was broken! However, not many of the Red Turbans cheered at this. Because, the third row of antlers appeared in front of him again!

Of course, there are more than one or two antlers made by Zhao Minjun. With the width of the defensive position, only four antlers could completely block one side, but they made twenty of the same antlers! Now there were four bodies in each row, leaving only a gap in the middle for one person to pass, through which the guards had just returned to the back row of antlers and waited for them. And such a deer antler formation, there are a full five rows!

A shot was stabbed, and what it brought up was inevitably a puff of excessively rich blood, accompanied by a scream before death, and a life was lost. There was the clever red-turbaned soldier, bent on his waist, using his antlers to dodge the attack of the spear, but often out of nowhere a crossbow bolt flew and shot at the door, and before he could scream, he fell in a pool of blood. And the soldier who relied on his agility screamed and jumped, and it was often the worst thing to try to jump over the antlers of a deer five feet high, because when he was about to surpass the antlers, there was always a knife less than five inches galloping towards him, staring at his throat accurately!

Of course, it was Zhao Min himself who shot the flying knife. This time he didn't activate the "Concentration" trait, because he knew that the real moment of crisis was not yet coming. According to the experience summarized in the early stage, the time for "concentrating" to be maintained is only one hour at most, which is still under normal circumstances, if the consumption is more intense, it may even be shortened to less than half an hour! The cooldown time after using a single "Focus" is up to 12 hours, so don't use the perk lightly unless you have to, lest you be caught off guard when you really need it. For this reason, he had to force himself to be calm, even if he saw the fresh lives being terminated by himself, he had to pretend to be calm, and to maintain a stable state in front of the soldiers was just to put his hands in his sleeves and not let people see his violently trembling hands!

Fortunately, the battle around him was fierce, and the energetic attitude of the soldiers more or less infected him. You must know that man is a social creature, and once the surrounding crowd is in a state of euphoria, it is difficult for anyone to continue to remain completely awake. This is exactly the case now, the hoarse shouts and the bloody battles all stimulate Zhao Min from the auditory and visual senses, making his adrenaline secrete sharply, and because of it, his blood is swelling, and at the same time, the guilt caused by causing death has also been alleviated a lot.

With the onslaught of the Red Turban warriors one after another, there were about forty or fifty Red Turban warriors lying in a pool of blood in front of each layer of antler formation. But after all, people are not machines, and the guards will also get tired and tired, and the effective damage they give to the enemy will gradually decrease over time. When Zhao Minjun retreated to the front of the fifth-layer antler array, the ten pro-guard soldiers with spears were so tired that they could barely hold the steel spears in their hands.

On the other hand, the Red Turban Army is still menacing, and those who are not tired and tired have all died in front of the first four layers of antler formations, and the rest are latecomers, so naturally they are not tired. Zhao Min sighed secretly, the spearmen at this time had reached the end of the crossbow, and if they didn't get the opportunity to repair, the next time would basically be equivalent to losing their combat effectiveness. So he gave an order, and led all the soldiers to retreat, and before retreating, the soldiers had already lit the hay piled up in front of the fifth layer of antlers. The weather was dry, and soon the flames jumped up, and Zhao Min also led the soldiers to retreat straight to twenty paces away.

The Red Turban Army naturally refused to look at the enemy's retreat, and hurriedly rushed up to put out the fire, but was shot down by Zhao Minjun's seven or eight arrows in a shower of arrows, and had no choice but to distance himself and wait for the fire to be extinguished. Fortunately, it can be seen through the raging fire, and Zhao Min and the others on the opposite side did not take the opportunity to escape, but only repaired on the spot twenty steps away, so everyone had to sit and look at each other across the fire.

Zhao Minjun repaired, but the Red Turban Army had nothing to repair. If it was a regular positional battle, a thousand-man army lost nearly 300 soldiers, and it would be good to be able to keep the team from collapsing. But now, due to the particularity of the terrain, the place is too narrow, and the soldiers in the rear team cannot see what is happening in front, and the front team is pushed and shoved by the rear team and forced to move forward, even if they know that they will be killed, they can only send it to the muzzle of the other party without hesitation.

Prior to this, the Red Turban Army had not even been lined up in a swarm of slaughter. On the one hand, it is useless to line up because of terrain factors, and it is impossible to spread the formation at all, on the other hand, it is also because the leader of the red turban sees that the number of enemies is too small, he is too lazy to spend that effort, and feels that he is dozens of times the opponent, as long as he charges, he can drown the other party with a sea of people, which is why Zhao Minjun was able to kill and injure a large number of red turban troops with many obstacles. If we advance according to the normal layers, although from the perspective of the strategic situation, it may not be much better than now, but at least it will not pay such a heavy price!

After this pause, the Red Turbans finally had time to count the number of people. When Wu Damu learned of the casualties, his heart was so painful that his nose and eyebrows were wrinkled. These are his own team, more than half of them are the team he pulled down from Mount Tai, and now a small half of them have died here inexplicably, how can he not let his heart cut like a knife? In the environment where Taishan red scarves and bandits gather, strength is the last word. He brought down hundreds of people from Mount Tai, plus the 1,000 people that General Tianpeng had gathered for himself, as long as he took them to grab a few Zhuangzi, raise some tyrannical nature, and then subdue the recruits step by step, over time, his strength in this part of Mount Tai can be regarded as well-deserved! But it's only been a few days, and a lot of manpower has been damaged, which makes him want to take a bite of Zhao Min and others in addition to heartache!

However, the initial anger passed, and Wu Damu slowly calmed down. The opponent's combat strength was mentally prepared, but I didn't expect it to be so strong! At this time, calm down and think again, counting the 300 people he threw here, plus the 200 personal guards of General Tianpeng in front, there were 500 people in the hands of the other party unconsciously! So far, there have been no casualties on the other side. In this way, the opposite side is a hard idea of hitting ten! After thinking about it again, there are only 700 people left under his command, is it really necessary to throw them all in a meaningless place?

Well, even if you can clean up the fifty people on the other side without any damage, and then what? The consequence of this incident must be due to the loss of troops and the inability to defend the pavilion, and the Red Turban Formation will definitely recall itself to the camp. And in the face of his own weakened strength, will the Taishan bandits take the opportunity to seize power and win over their subordinates? Not to mention that if he suffered further losses here, Wu Damu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind his back, and his heart involuntarily sprouted a retreat.

However, it is definitely not possible to retreat directly. A direct retreat will make people think that they are a failed retreat, which is a huge blow to their morale, and the other is in case the other side does not know what to do, take advantage of their retreat, chase and kill, and the corporal is already depressed, and it will evolve from retreat to rout if it is not good, then it is really a tragedy!

How can we retreat in a grand manner without damaging our own face, and at the same time make the other party retreat in the face of difficulties without obstructing it? Wu Damu scratched the needle-like beard on his chin, rolled his eyes, and thought about it.

Zhao Min was actually gloomy in his heart at this time. The Red Turban Army only saw the surface of their own side, and there were indeed no casualties. However, at this time, Zhao Minjun's combat power may be less than thirty percent of what it was at its peak!

This is not an exaggeration at all, in order to build fortifications, the guards have already paid a lot of physical strength and the two hundred red turban elites attacked before, although they did not cause too much trouble to their side, but it is an indisputable fact that they wasted a lot of time. And the time wasted is actually a waste of the guards' opportunity to rest and recover their strength! And from the beginning of the battle of the Red Turban Army, the pro-guard soldiers had no respite. Not to mention the ten pikemen, who were almost difficult to stand up, were the rest of the soldiers who had filled in the crossbows, and due to repeated string pulling and filling arrows, their fingers were more or less flesh and blood, and all of them were trembling involuntarily with their right hands at this moment! Even if the fire ignited by the last layer of antler arrays won a moment of respite, this time was far from enough for the soldiers of Zhao Minjun, who were already seriously overdrawn!

In a geographically advantageous environment, with the posture of a strong crossbow, he faced the hundreds of Red Turban troops on the opposite side, and there were no more mechanisms or schemes, and the final result almost did not need to be guessed. However, these fifty warriors could not retreat, once they retreated, they would inevitably expose the fishermen and boatmen who were repairing the boats behind them, Zhao Min was not a saint, and he would not pay for his life for these people who had little to do with him. But once the Red Turban Army is killed by the side of the ship, the survival of more than 50 people will be completely cut off! Without the ship, he couldn't imagine how his people could escape! Therefore, guarding those fishermen and boatmen is not only to protect those dozens of lives, but also to protect a glimmer of hope!

Just when Zhao Min had already begun to be fierce, he saw a gap in the handsome banner on the opposite side from a distance, and an eight-foot man wearing armor and shoulders stepped out of it. But seeing that this person was full of beard, a hideous scar at the corner of his left eye was pulled obliquely to the corner of his mouth, almost splitting the whole face in two, which seemed to perfectly interpret the origin of the word "fierce and evil".

This person walked out alone, until he was one hundred and twenty steps away from Zhao Min and the others, and through the antler array that had not yet burned out, he suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled: "Bah! Commander of the Dog, you have hurt the lives of many of my brothers, but you dare to fight with me! ”

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