The old battalion soldiers in the rear felt that their legs were weak and their bodies trembled, and no one was not afraid of death, especially this senseless death. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mr. Tabe's heart trembled, the picture in front of him was too terrible, and he couldn't help but secretly regret that he had come down to supervise the battle, but at this time, he could only bite the bullet, not to mention that he had to rectify the person who made him hate.

The first low wall of No. 5 was almost halfway up the slope, and everyone cautiously approached and stopped at about seventy paces. Lao Hu quickly arranged, and the soldiers scattered to the slopes on both sides of the road, while also using the terrain to cover themselves. The battalions that attacked the ditch were already very familiar with the troops, so they could try their best to disperse the troops, otherwise they would rush forward along the road, and it would be absolutely a dead and defeated.

The low wall was quiet, allowing the patrol battalion and others to move, and soon the patrol battalion soldiers dispersed on both sides of the road, and then lay on the slope as much as possible. The sword and shield hand and the cold weapon hand lie in the first row, the bird gun hand lies in the second row, which is divided into two layers, and the archer lies in the third row.

Lao Hu and his relatives gathered eight others on the slope, shouting and arranging from time to time, not far from him was the general manager of Tabe and some of the old battalion soldiers, he did not make a sound, only looked at Lao Hu with a cold gaze.

The hungry people crowded the road in a row, and the dense heads of the people were winding along the mountain road near the ravine, each with a nervous face, and many of them trembled all over, and everything in front of them was a nightmare for them.

In the end, the remaining part of the old battalion scattered behind the slope to supervise, watching the hungry people and the soldiers of the patrol camp.

Finally, when Lao Hu had made the arrangements, he ordered the bird soldiers to light the ropes, then took a deep breath and ordered the hungry people in the rear to come up, and listened to a terrible cry.

There were five teams of hungry people on the road, one for every hundred, and three teams in front of them carried dirt bags. The two teams in the back carried short ladder planks. Even if the war has been fought so far, even if the camp separates the hungry people who have fought from those who have not, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and everyone has heard of the tragedy of the war. Moreover, the cruel scene in front of him cannot be faked, this picture of dead bodies all over the ground and blood flowing all over the slope. Even in their deepest nightmares, they did not appear.

Seeing that it is about to be his turn, he is very likely to become a member of the corpse on the slope, how can it not make people tremble?

They wept and screamed, and were driven forward by the foot guards of the patrol battalion and the old battalion soldiers, and they followed in unison, like lambs about to be sent into the mouth of a tiger. But both the old battalion and the patrol battalion soldiers had no mercy at this time, and the hungry people who walked a little slower even cried louder. was cut down to the ground by them mercilessly. Listening to their terrible howls before they died, the terrible crying sounds, the rest of the hungry people trembled with fright, subconsciously quickened their pace, and even forgot to cry.

Lao Hu's face was expressionless, and he said loudly: "Don't say much, you can survive by throwing the dirt bag into the trench, and those who dare to retreat." Kill! ”

With a wave of his hand, he urged the hungry people to quicken their pace. Those hungry people had no way to retreat, and after listening to Lao Hu's words, their expressions were distorted like those of their predecessors.

They came to the middle of the sword and shield bearers, and listened to the orders of the officers, and suddenly shouted. The first group rushed forward.

Lao Hu watched the movement on the side of the low wall and shouted, "One more team." ”

and rushed a group of hungry people carrying dirt bags.

The tightening sound of the bowstring suddenly came from behind the low wall, and the hungry people in front were knocked over, and the remnant continued to charge with a howl.

Lao Hu shouted: "Go up, go up!" ”

He ordered his own archers to shoot and suppress. At the same time, the last group of hungry people carrying dirt bags rushed forward.

Arrows kept shooting at the low wall, and the same rain of arrows passed here.

Arrows whizzed in the air, and from time to time hungry people were shot and rolled down, but others rushed to the front and successfully threw the bags of dirt into the trench and returned safely. They can simply leave the battlefield and return to the camp to rest, and after three times they can be selected as foot soldiers.

Encouraged by this, the last two groups of hungry people carrying short ladder planks also stepped forward, and the sword and shield bearers and cold weapon hands lying on the slope also got up, and they used the hungry people as meat shields, and raised their shields to protect the vital points on their bodies, and tiptoed up.

They are the main fighting force, and some of them also have long ropes and iron hooks in their hands, so they can climb the wall and fight without relying on short ladders.

Suddenly, there was a series of explosions on the low wall, and a large white smoke rose up, and the patrolling battalion that charged in front of them all brushed down a large area.

The fire was so fierce that not to mention that the short ladder planks carried by the hungry people overturned more than a dozen, and even the hungry people who threw dirt bags were also knocked over several times. There were also sword and shield men who followed behind, and some of them had their shields shattered, and their bodies were staggered and fell to the ground.

They howled bitterly, and the pain was indescribable. They fell to the ground, and in the end, they were among the dead and wounded on the slope, they were not the new army, and no one was going to save them.

Lao Hu shouted: "Bird hand, beat them down!" ”

The bird-stricken-handers lying on their stomachs in two layers immediately stood up in the back floor, and they launched a salvo, a thunderous roar, and there was a scream on the low wall, and Lao Hu estimated that he had hit more than a dozen people, and he didn't know how many new troops and battalion soldiers there were.

"Fight again!"

The bird-sturgeon in the back floor also stood up, and fifty arquebuses spewed out loud smoke, and the screams on the low wall were even louder. Lao Hu noticed that a soldier on the low wall was shot in the chest, he covered the position where he was shot in pain, his body shook a few times, and then he rolled down from the low wall.

"Cover up close!"

Old Hu roared and shouted, and the archers and bird gunners of the patrol camp all got up from the slope and began to approach the low wall.

There were two more platoons of guns, and more of the Patrol Battalion soldiers and hungry people fell to the ground, becoming part of the cascading corpses. However, they were immediately returned fire by the archers of the patrol battalion, and from time to time some of them fell from the arrows, and some of the bird gunners of the patrol battalion who were loaded with ammunition also fired one after another, also posing a threat to the defenders of the low wall.

The arrows whistled sharply in the air, mostly from the bottom of the slope to the low wall, and the archers of the defending army were not as numerous as the patrol battalions, and the rockets rationed to them had long since run out, and they were powerless to suppress their archers.

Although the rocket is profitable, the speed of consumption is too fast, and dozens of them will be sent out in a blink of an eye, and no matter how much inventory there is, it won't take long. Due to the fierce fighting, not only have the big rockets run out of the defense line, but the rockets of the battalions and rocketeers have long been exhausted.

The bird gun has a natural shortcoming in terms of rate of fire, not to mention that there are also many bird guns here.

- Although their bird guns, like those of the battalion behind the low wall, are mostly of questionable quality, and the thickness of the pipe walls varies. The guns are of different sizes, and they can only be loaded with a lead bag of a fire cup. But after all, it is a firearm, and there is a certain threat, especially some of the birds under Lao Hu's command are still supported from Kaifeng and other places, which is quite good.

Under their fire, the defenders on the low wall suffered more and more casualties.

Arrows roared. There were casualties on both sides, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the battalion guards of the brigade approached the low wall, and the dense short ladder planks were about to be erected. Lao Hu looked nervously, he didn't know what it was like in his heart, but he knew that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, as soon as he approached, he heard a series of continuous explosions, and large puffs of thick white smoke burst out on the low wall, and the fierce flames formed a line. Dozens of three-eyed guns were fired at the low wall. It was still a three-pronged salvo, and the charging mountain patrol battalion soldiers fell in a large area, and a dense blood mist rose from them.

Although the power and range of the Three-Eyed Gun are not as good as those of the Elite Bird, the close-range wave is quite terrifying. Each tube was filled with three or four leads, and the primers were connected together with a lead, and nine lead bullets could be exploded with a single three-eyed gun. Dozens of three-eyed guns were fired at once, and the power was comparable to several tiger squat guns.

This is also the moment when the battalion firearms are at their most intense, when they inflict damage on the enemy. It's not going to be worse than the new gunners who wield the Finest Bird's Guns.

The front was instantly emptied, and the rest of the patrol battalion soldiers howled hoarsely. Many people were also aroused by the sound of the three-eyed gun at close range.

In the panic, there was another shouting sound from behind the low wall, and then a large black oppression, heavy things were thrown outside.

The things were round, and even fell and rolled on the slope, and the panicked crowd screamed again. Of course, they knew what it was, the 10,000-strong enemy of the defending army, powerful and easy to use, had long been famous everywhere in the camp. It's a lot of smell.

Sure enough, these black and heavy things quickly exploded, and with a loud bang, bursts of thick smoke burst out, and all kinds of broken iron fragments flew in all directions, causing everyone around them to cry wolf.

Some of them were even blown to the ground, and their stomachs were rotten, and they rolled to the ground, howling terribly.

Lao Hu saw a foot soldier desperately holding his lower abdomen, where a pile of colorful intestines hung down, he screamed, scurrying down the slope like a headless fly, and finally tripped over a corpse, rolled down a pile of corpses and did not move.

Not only this kind of ordinary 10,000 enemies, but also some of the 10,000 enemies exploded, strands of white powder diffused, and some soldiers were shrouded in white mist, and immediately covered their eyes and howled loudly.

There were also 10,000 enemies who exploded, and bursts of strange smoke spread, and those who accidentally inhaled immediately felt a splitting headache, dizziness, and even difficulty breathing.

This made them frightened and panicked, compared to ordinary ten thousand enemies, this kind of gray bullet and poison bomb is more powerful.

"Death to those who retreat!"

Suddenly, some old battalion soldiers rushed up and slashed at the soldiers of the patrol battalion who fled in a panic, and Lao Hu saw that those soldiers were screaming miserably, and they were cut to the ground like killing pigs, and the rest were forced forward as if they were driving sheep. His eyes were cracking, and he subconsciously glanced at Mr. Tabe, but saw him sneering and looking at himself proudly.

He gritted his teeth, hated in his heart, and suddenly roared: "Step forward!" ”

Drink to order your own archers and bird gunners to step up cover, and the battle has reached this point, and it is no longer a matter of retreat.

The archers of the patrol battalion shot arrows desperately, and waves of arrows roared and poured down towards the low wall, and the bird gunners also stepped up their ammunition and bombarded the direction of the wall.

Arrows and bullets whizzed in the air, and the shouts were incessant, and at last some short ladders were erected in front of the low wall, and wooden planks were erected one after another.

There were also some patrolling swordsmen and shields who threw out their iron hooks and grabbed the ropes and climbed up the low wall.

……

An iron hook was thrown up, and it hooked the earthen wall like that, and as soon as a thief with a knife biting his waist in his mouth probed, the long knife in the hand of the commander of the Jingbian army who supervised the battle was stabbed at his head.

"Poof!"

A sharp blade made of steel pierced through his forehead and out of the back of his head, piercing his entire head in an instant. He pumped harder, like a fountain, and blood beads immediately spurted out along with yellow-white brains, spilling on his face and body.

The long knife in the hand of the commander of the Jingbian army drew a graceful arc in the air, and slashed heavily into the neck of a step thief who poked out his head from the short ladder, a large pool of blood splashed, and the headless body of the step thief slowly fell down from the short ladder.

Then he swept his gaze, shouted angrily, and slashed a fleeing battalion soldier to the ground.

"Death to those who retreat!"

He shouted.

Behind the first cliff stood a number of officers. Seeing the head of the battalion soldier flying into the sky, several people inside looked embarrassed, they looked down, and peeked at Han Kaihui beside him.

The defenders of No. 5 are no longer the original batch, but it is still Han Kaihui and others who supervise the battle, after all, there are so many Jingbian troops. It's impossible to tune around.

At this time, in addition to the praise and painting of the headquarters, comfort, and pacification, Han Kaihui was the newly exchanged former battalion and new army Sun Qianzong, as well as the guerrilla surnamed Li under Gao Jie.

Li Guerrilla looked at the battle situation below, his face was ugly, it was okay for his subordinates to fight from afar, but they fought at close range, but they showed their original form, and they were far inferior to those new troops who had not been trained for a long time, how could it not be embarrassing? He looked at Han Kaihui and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Han Kaihui didn't care about the expressions of the battalion officers. He looked down with a cold expression, he recognized these thieves below, two days ago, they broke through their two low wall defense lines one after another, and Yang Qian, the new army of the left battalion who was befriended with him, was killed on the spot, and the battalion soldiers ran fast and escaped with their lives.

At that time, he was at the top of the hill, and after learning of the battle situation, he ordered the Jingbian Army reserves to attack to recapture the defensive line, and finally counted. The defenders of No. 5 can be said to have suffered heavy casualties, so they are also interested in this gang of thieves.

Today, I found the banner of this gang of thieves again. Seeing that they were fighting again, he personally rushed to the side to supervise, and sure enough, at this time they exerted their strength.

It seems that some of the new troops below have closed the gap in Fangcai, but there are still more and more thieves climbing up and engaging in white-knuckle combat with the defending new army battalion soldiers. Those battalion soldiers relied on the strong pressure of the war team, and the will to fight was not high. The new troops were in high spirits and fought bravely.

They desperately reloaded the ammunition and then fired, and the spearmen stabbed desperately, or overturned the short ladder that the thief had leaned on with a battering rod. Others find it inconvenient to use spears at close range. He lost his spear and drew his sword to fight.

There was a shout at the low wall, blood was rushing, and from time to time there was the hoarse howl of the soldiers on both sides before they died.

However, the more thieves climbed up, although the new army was brave, after all, there were few people, excluding the dead and wounded, at this time there were less than 100 spearmen, and their gun formation had no advantage in the melee. Those battalions were not forced by the warlords, and they were already defeated.

There is an element of fear of death in this, but Han Kaihui also got information that the brutal fighting these days has made the battalions very angry, and rumors have spread among the battalion soldiers, saying that Sun Duchen intends to secretly weaken the strength of the battalions, so as to achieve the goal of quietly letting the new army replace them.

Reflecting on the battle, they are quite passive in close combat.

Seeing that the defense line below was crumbling, all relying on those Jingbian military superintendent teams, everyone around Han Kaihui looked anxious, and the headquarters praised the painting and said anxiously: "General Han, the battle situation is critical, can you order the soldiers to retreat into the second low wall defense line?" ”

"Han General ......"

Those battalion officers also looked at Han Kaihui anxiously.

Han Kaihui's expression was cold, he looked down for a while, and finally shook his head, although the second low wall defense line is dangerous, but the surface of the wall is very narrow, there are not many people and horses that can be arranged, and there are only dozens of soldiers to defend it in normal times. If you retreat here, you are afraid that you will retreat again and again, and in the end you can only retreat to the third line of defense against the low wall.

He shouted: "Stick to the line of defense, dare to retreat and behead!" Order, the Jingbian Army reserve attacked, flanking their waist from the clamp! ”

No. 5 had two teams of Jingbian Army, one team to supervise the battle and the other team to prepare, for the purpose of cultivating the combat strength of the new army, the reserve team would only attack in critical situations, and now the time has come.

Then he pointed his hand and pointed to a ghostly figure in the slope, seeing that he was hiding in the crowd and protecting himself well, but it was Lao Hu who was looming in the smoke of gunpowder.

He snapped, "Let the marksman shoot this fang!" (To be continued.) )

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