The knights who shot the bolts quickly reloaded, and the knights who had not yet fired the bolts sat on their camels, ready to smash the bolts at any moment.

The Anxi army dominates the western region with infantry, and the most terrifying weapon is the Tang crossbow, these sharp weapons with different ranges are the biggest nightmare of the enemy of the Anxi army.

The Anxi New Army under the command of Ma Xuan has an outrageous number of crossbow and arrow equipment. These nearly 1,000 Tang crossbows mounted on the backs of camels are the means that Ma Lan has the greatest expectations.

The three-stage firing method ensured the continuity of this attack, and under the cover of this terrible rain of arrows, the enemy's cavalry could not resist it at all. What's more, today we are not facing cavalry, but 20,000 Persian infantry in tattered armor.

"Quick! Rush inside! They're running out of bolts! The Persian general stopped where he was, turned back and shouted loudly in Persian.

Running out? The corners of Ma Lan's mouth curled slightly.

His army was piled up with copper coins. In the past month or so, the Ma family workshop has not known how many steel giant arrows have been made, even if they have shot these Persians to death three or five times, there are still left.

Crossbow arrows are enough, so naturally there is no need to be stingy. Tian Mingyuan waved the flag again on the hunchback, and the third group of Mo Dao knights shot out the crossbow arrows in front of him, knocking down a large area again. And at this time, the knights who were the first to launch were already wound and ready to be launched at any time.

"Mingyuan, don't be in a hurry, pay attention to the rhythm!" Ma Lan said in a deep voice.

Tian Mingyuan replied and clenched the flag in his hand tightly.

Winding is a physical job, and if it's too fast, it won't work. In the past, when the eight-ox crossbow was mounted on the ox cart, it could be wound by the rotation of the wheel during the journey, but now in order to improve mobility and increase the density of the crossbow arrow coverage, the giant crossbow is installed on the camel's back, and it can only be wound by manpower. It was precisely because of this that Ma Lan let the strongest Modao knights control these treasures, because they were the most powerful.

There were still a large number of infantry on standby in the camp, which could have allowed them to help with the winding, but Ma Lan did not let them do so. After all, what he wants to do is an elite strategy, and the two thousand infantry on the battlefield in Japan have their own tasks, and it still depends on these Modao knights themselves. Now that it's a real battle, it's time for them to practice.

Just after one round of three-stage shooting, more than two thousand Persian soldiers were crucified to the ground. The terrifying lethality of the Tang crossbow's concentrated use is completely reflected here.

The Persians howled desperately to embolden themselves, and at last they rushed beyond the first trench. In the darkness of the night, they did not notice the existence of the trench, although they carried torches. The Persian soldiers who rushed to the front immediately fell down and landed heavily on the thistles, and suddenly a terrible howl rang out from the trench.

Tribulus terrestris has three spikes up to two inches long, no matter how it falls to the ground, one of which will be obliquely above the finger, and the Persian soldiers who fall are pierced through the foot board by several or even a dozen spikes, such an injury is not fatal, but extremely painful.

Hindered by this trench, the formation of the Persian soldiers immediately became chaotic, and those in front tried to stop their steps, while those behind continued to rush forward, with the result that more fell into the trench and trampled on each other.

The trench was one foot wide and six feet deep, and all the earth was piled up on the side of the camp to form a slope, over which the barbed wire was firmly anchored and held firmly in place by stakes.

The Persian general roared angrily, urging the soldiers to rush through the trench, and the soldiers who fell in the trench tried desperately to climb up, but they were faced with a hedgehog-like barbed wire fence several feet high, and they were pierced with blood, and they did not know what to do.

Barbed wire may seem simple, but it can't be built without steel that is flexible enough. This kind of thing should not have appeared on the battlefields of this era, and the Persian soldiers had never encountered it at all, and they did not know how to deal with it.

Tian Mingyuan finished counting in his heart, and waved the order flag in his hand again. There was another piercing whistling sound, and the Knights of the Sword, who were the first to fire their crossbow arrows, attacked a second time.

The Persian general was also brave, and surrounded by hundreds of guards, rushed along the passage to the middle gate of the camp, while constantly roaring and urging the soldiers to attack. This road was deliberately set aside to cross three trenches, but the width was only two zhang, which could not accommodate too many Persian soldiers, and each row of soldiers was at most a dozen or so, and a team of hundreds of people had to be stretched into a long line.

There were three such passages, all of which became the main direction of attack by the Persian soldiers. The gate at the end of the passage had long since been closed, and crossbow arrows continued to shoot into the crowd behind the fence. When the guards escorted the Persian general to the outermost trench and the middle trench, Ma Ling gave an order, and several arrow towers on both sides of the camp gate suddenly shot a shower of arrows, and at the same time dozens of camels turned around, and the crossbow arrows on them shot at the position of the Persian general at the same time.

Such a dense blow made these hundreds of fierce guards unbearable. After all, it is flesh and blood, how can it fight against a strong bow and a crossbow. Two waves of arrows rained down, and soon the guards around the Persian general became sparse, and before they could rush to the camp gate, there were only a few dozen people left.

By this time, the first layer of trenches was already full of Persian soldiers, some of whom had been stabbed and trampled to death, and many more had been trampled and wounded by their companions.

Under the order of the Persian general, a large number of soldiers stood in the trench in layers, the lowest people let out a howl of pain, and the people above screamed and threw themselves on the barbed wire, and were immediately pierced with blood by sharp spikes, and their bodies were instantly stained red with blood.

However, this is a way to cross the barbed wire after all, and to be able to think of a way in such a short time, this Persian general can be regarded as admirable. The Persian soldiers crossed the trench and rushed up the slope with the bodies of their companions, crushing their bodies against the barbed wire, which was soon filled with people. The Persian soldiers howled and rushed to the barbed wire with the bodies of their corpses and living companions in the trenches, and then crawled over their comrades lying on the barbed wire, but before they had taken a few steps, they found in despair that there was a wider trench behind them!

"Collapse collapse! ……”

They were still greeted by the steel crossbows of the Anxi army, a three-arrow eight-ox crossbow and other small crossbow arrows that flew out of the camp one after another, and fell on the desperate Persians. The Persians were dense enough that each giant arrow would take a few lives.

The Persian general was still very strong in the middle of the road, and Ma Lan had always worried that he would be killed by the volley of the Modao knights, but this guy was as tenacious as Xiaoqiang. There was no ditch on the way in and out of the camp gate, and soon he rushed to the camp gate with his guards, and slashed at the wooden gate with his scimitar.

The infantry behind the gate shouted, and dozens of spears stabbed through the camp gate, stabbing all the remaining guards to death. The Persian general roared and retreated, and Li Zhengde finally couldn't help but shoot an arrow, which happened to be nailed to his knee.

Li Zhengde is now using a seven-stone bow, which is extremely powerful, and Persia is close at hand, so there is no reason to miss it. The long arrow smashed directly into the Persian general's knee, and his head emerged from behind the crook of the leg. The Persian general shouted, and without hesitation, rolled on the spot, and actually rolled into the last trench.

After falling, the Persian general screamed again. This trench was deeper, and there were more thistles buried in it, and it was extremely painful to be pierced by several iron thorns on the soles of the feet, but for the time being, the small life was saved.

Falling into the trench, the Persian general was not idle, still yelling desperately. Listen to what he meant, it was to let the follow-up troops pass through the trench quickly.

The three avenues leading to the camp gate were crowded with Persian soldiers, all of whom laboriously approached the camp gate, while the rest of the soldiers were directly attacking the trench, half of whom had already climbed over the barbed wire fence behind the first trench from the robe, and were using their bodies to fill the second trench.

In the face of the crossbow fire, the Persians had no other way, and the only way to fill the trench with human life was to do so. However, if they look back at this time, they will find that their number has decreased too much.

The Anxi army stayed in the camp, firing with a seemingly endless stream of crossbow arrows, and each wave of arrows rained down would take the lives of nearly a thousand Persians. Before the second trench, the Persian soldiers crowded together in vain, and the blood flowed out of the trench, and the smell was disgusting.

All the Persians who approached the camp gate through three passages, the infantry behind the fence would shoot a rain of arrows. The Persian soldiers were crowded on three roads two feet wide, and the infantry did not need to look for a target at all, and they could accurately shoot their crossbow arrows at the enemy.

The trench is wider, the pile is higher, and the barbed wire is high, so it is not easy to climb over. Before the second trench, the Persian warriors who wanted to cross the trench were blocked here.

Those who fall into the trenches are better, as long as they are not trampled to death by the robes, they can still save their lives, and those who stand between the trenches or on the bodies of their companions with their heads exposed can only wait for death in despair.

The Persian general curled up against the pit wall, curling loudly in Persian. What this inexplicable was, he didn't know at all. This thing looks simple, but it has such an effect, easily blocking the warriors under him.

Ma Lan stood on top of the wooden building, and Li Zhengde beside him was eager to try, ready to shoot an arrow at any time to defeat the Persian general. Looking at the Persian general's angry roar, Ma Lu's heart was extremely relieved.

As I thought when I read history in my previous life, Tang crossbow still has the greatest effect of concentrated use. It looks like these guys won't be able to attack the third trench at all, and they're all going to die outside of this hastily built camp.

"Crash! ……”

There was another loud bang, and another large number of Persian warriors fell.

Feng Changqing looked at this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and he muttered: "Renjie, where is this battle, this is simply slaughter!" ”