Chapter Ninety-Three: The Colosseum (7)
"Big man!" Ying Guang took a few steps to Dian Jun's side, stretched out his finger and put his finger on Dian Jun's neck, and then Feng Zhuang, who arrived later, hurriedly stopped, held his breath, and stared at Ying Guang's expression motionlessly. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info
"It's fine, it's just that I'm exhausted and passed out." Ying Guang put down his mind and asked the two of them to carry the pawn down for treatment.
The third Legion Fighting Army is definitely absent, but fortunately, Fengzhuang is still there, as long as it wins one more game, it will be difficult for the Proton Mansion not to become famous in this Yue Clan's Royal City.
After arranging the armament, Ying Guang walked into the venue with Feng Zhuang and the eighteen old soldiers on the house, because he didn't know what kind of team the other party would send, Ying Guang and the others stopped not far away, leaving enough buffer zone for themselves.
"Woo-" Different from the first two, the third game had not yet started, and the wartime horn had already been sounded, and the atmosphere around it suddenly changed, as if people were on a bloody battlefield, and a thick murderous aura hovered over the Colosseum, pressing heavily on the Qin army's formation like a mountain, and a violent sense of suffocation filled the surroundings, making people feel desperate.
"Bang-bang-" Ying Guang took the lead in striking the shield, the solid rhythm soothed the restlessness of the heart, and the voices gradually became one, and the surrounding Qin troops gasped, and the blades slammed on the shield.
"I'm Daqin!"
"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Wansheng! ”
The Qin people have never lacked blood, as long as there is a little guidance, the hot emotions will erupt like a volcano, the pressure brought by the horn has long been gone, and the Qin army has climbed to the peak with the rhythm of percussion!
Mu Tu's face changed slightly, a small team of only twenty people could give birth to such momentum, and the Qin army's bravery really deserved its reputation. It's just that in this third game, you will definitely lose. For the most taboo of the general, close your eyes and listen, the enemy and I don't know, the Proton Mansion only has the infantry army, and the choice is only the military formation, but in my Yue's royal city, if you want to say that the combat power is the strongest, it is none other than the cavalry, I have never said that I want to use infantry to fight against you! Qin Jun's hand crossbow is a good thing, but in this royal city, if you dare to use it, I will dare to rob it!
When he heard the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, Ying Guang knew that he had put a lot of money in the picture, and he rode with steps, bows, crossbows, shields, and spears were indispensable, and there were crossbows in his hands, but those self-preservation weapons were the last resort, and if he let Grumu know that he had this thing in his hand, he would definitely be confiscated. There are only five sides of the big shield, and the rest are all round shields and war knives.
What's at the forefront? Ying Guang wants to scold at Timtu now, to deal with the twenty inadequately equipped foot soldiers, you actually sent two chariots! They were followed by twelve archers! The reserved buffer space became an excellent distance for the chariot to accelerate, and the twelve archers seemed to disdain to shoot, each with a burst of arrows, which did not leave the gaps in their shields.
"! These twelve are all marksmen! Feng Zhuang scolded bitterly with his shield on his head.
"Protection!" There was no need to win the shout, everyone gathered together, the five big shields were facing forward, and the round shield protected the wings and the top of the head, even so, the cold arrow that Leng Buding shot in along the gap still injured the Qin soldiers in the shield array, it should not have hurt the vital point, but after a few muffled snorts, no one fell.
The chariot in the distance has already brought up speed, and the spearman's spear tip is aimed at the edge of the big shield, such a small formation can't resist the heavy blow of the spearman at all, as long as the big shield falls, the Qin army that was scattered in the formation can only be shot one by one by the marksman on the horse!
"Lao Feng!" Ying Guang shouted sharply.
Feng Zhuang came to Yingguang's side with a shield: "What does the general command!" ”
"Your skills are the best here, I will try to maintain the formation for a while, after making contact with the chariot, I want you to seize the moment of intersection to grab a chariot, can you do it!"
"General rest assured!"
Seeing the chariot rushing in front of him, Ying Guang shouted: "Turn!" ”
The small formation quickly adjusted its direction, and the spears on the chariot did not hit the weak point of the edge of the large shield, but collided with the large shield head-on.
With a click, the spear shaft broke, and the huge momentum shook the face of the Qin soldiers behind the shield like gold paper, spitting blood, and one person behind him immediately held the big shield and kept the formation intact.
The chariot hit in vain, ready to come back in a circle to launch the next attack, but I didn't expect the shield array to suddenly open a gap, a big man grabbed the wheel with one hand, raised his leg and jumped up, the archer next to him immediately aimed the bow and arrow at the enemy, who thought that the big man grinned, his arm was forced, his body was tilted, and he smashed straight into the car, the archer hand shook, the arrow swished, and flew out with his shoulder armor, and the spearman immediately pounced, but was hit by a punch on the bridge of the nose, and fell under the car with a turn.
Seeing that Feng Zhuang had grabbed the chariot, Ying Guang was overjoyed, and turned around to deal with the second chariot, but found that the driver had learned to be obedient, adjusted his direction and crashed straight into the front of the shield. If it hits hard this time, it is inevitable that the chariot will overturn, but the Qin soldiers in front don't know how much damage they will have.
"Scatter! Fight for yourself! "The lesser of the two ends, since the formation is not guaranteed, there is no need to make unnecessary losses, Ying Guang gave an order, these old soldiers of the Molin battalion quickly rushed around, and when they were close to the protective wall of the Colosseum, they could only face attacks in one direction.
The remaining chariot cut into the butter like a hot knife, and rushed into the army formation without any barrier, and Ying Guang, who was in the middle, did not go too far, raised his hand and raised his shield to block the attack of the spearmen, and inserted the war knife into the wheel with his right hand.
The blade made of fine bronze twisted and deformed, but did not break, the wheel on one side suddenly stopped, the other side was still spinning rapidly, the entire chariot overturned in an instant, and the three people on it flew out with their hands dancing.
Before Ying Guang could breathe a sigh of relief, his keen battlefield intuition reminded him that danger was approaching, and he quickly lowered his body, and two feathered arrows grazed Ying Guang's helmet with the sound of breaking wind, and the sharp arrows cut a deep scar on the bronze helmet. The Qin soldiers, who were fighting separately, desperately brandished their swords and shields, blocking the arrows that pursued their lives, but there were still two people who were pierced through their thighs and fell to the ground. The two of them clenched their teeth, clasped their fingers to the ground, and tried to crawl towards the robe next to them, where a small shield formation had been formed against the wall, and although they were injured in the legs, they could still do the thing of holding the shield.
Unexpectedly, another feather arrow broke through the air and nailed the hand that was holding the ground into the soil, Qin Bing couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, and then forced the remaining sound deep in his throat. But then, one after another, feathered arrows followed, but they staggered the vital point, and shot deep into the arms and legs of the injured Qin soldiers. The two Qin soldiers' bodies were trembling, their lips were bitten by their teeth, and a muffled snort erupted from their throats.
The Qin soldiers in the shield array next to him couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed out to drag them into the formation, but unfortunately they didn't run two steps, and they were also shot in the thigh, and fell heavily to the ground.