Chapter 42: Zhang Miao who escaped
After finding a good cover, Fang Fan led people to wait quietly, without long-range firepower, there was no way to fight with them in an open place.
can only be carried with shield soldiers, passively beaten, if you dare to rush, people put a few skills, maybe these people will be worn.
The archer's skill is still fresh in Fang Fan's memory, the reinforced concrete upstairs is worn to you, if it is shot on a person, it will not be worn three at a time.
So, decisively obscene.
Stomping, Bingping, Bang!
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Fang Fan to hear chaotic footsteps, the sound of weapons colliding, and noisy whispers.
Fang Fan was stunned when he heard this, this, this discipline is not as good as the spearmen I trained for two days, right?
Although the tacit discipline of my spearmen has a bonus of exercises, it is not so different, this is an army, it is simply a group of rabble, a group of bandits.
Fang Fan suspected that those archers had united to fool themselves before, this was Zhang Miao's soldiers??
It's a well-known figure in history, but now, it's a genius or a genius, how can his soldiers be so low?
Suddenly, a rumor flashed through Fang Fan's mind.
Legend has it that during the Three Kingdoms period, the general army trained once a month was a regular army, and those who trained it every week were all elites, if this was true, then their concept would not have been reversed, right?
"Search, search in the village, kill all the people inside, transport the grain away, hahahaha."
Fang Fan heard an arrogant laugh inside, and then he heard a strange laugh, and the soldiers scattered one by one.
"A small head is so murderous, no wonder these princes in the Three Kingdoms slaughter and loot the city at every turn." Hearing his words, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Fang Fan's eyes, but his heart became even more urgent.
"Separate searches, though? Do you really think I'm meat on the board? Look for death! ”
Hiding behind the wall, visualizing the true shape of the Blue Emperor, perceiving their positions one by one.
Scatter, scatter, scatter a point.
Eh, is there a team coming, let's get started.
A gleam flashed in Fang Fan's eyes.
"Spear squad, stab, kill!
Shield squad, rush out, aim your shields at the east, protect your comrades, kill! ”
"Kill!"
In an instant, everyone came out of the bunker, and the spearmen charged and stabbed, and the squad that came over was already dead and wounded.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With a sound of gold and iron colliding, Fang Fan looked fixedly, one by one the feathered arrows were blocked by the heavily armored shield soldiers, and even a few fish that slipped through the net were picked up by the team leader who comprehended the battle vision.
It's not a skill, Fang Fan concluded that the consumption of the skill released just far away is definitely very large, and it is impossible to release it frequently, and it is even difficult to say whether there is a second chance to release it.
"Shield soldiers, spearmen, form a spear formation, charge with me!!"
"Kill!"
Trample! Trample! Trample! Trample!
One by one, they stepped neatly, and under the cover of the shield soldiers, the phalanx of spearmen led by Fang Fan directly burst into the opposite face.
On the opposite side, the formation can be listed, with the sword and shield soldiers in front and the archers in the back.
The sword and shield soldiers in front stepped forward, and the archers behind them threw together, forming a rain of careful arrows, suppressing the momentum of Fang Fan and the others.
Fang Fan was not afraid at all, and looked at the other side with a sneer.
Yes, there are two brushes, but one will be incompetent and exhaust the three armies.
You're too close to me.
"Rush, rush, there are too few of them, it is impossible to form a continuous rain of arrows, rush up and kill them all!!"
"Kill!"
Tightly after two waves of arrow rain, Fang Fan had already rushed in front of the sword and shield soldiers, and a trace of bloodlust appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Boom!!
The sword and shield soldier's knife struck twice on the shield, making a sonorous sound.
"Hmph, die!" The big gun in Fang Fan's hand was shrouded in golden light, sweeping in all directions!
In the frightened eyes of the sword and shield soldiers, this spear with golden light was like a hot knife cutting butter, and the shield and the people were divided into two sections, and in an instant, a gap was opened in the battle, and the spear squad leader who followed closely behind also lost the attack, and the gap continued to expand, and the last spearman followed.
A battle formation is broken like this, this is the role of the fierce general in the era of cold weapons, breaking the formation, with the courage of a husband, breaking the formation of ten thousand armies, and breaking the surface with points.
This is where the personal charm of the fierce general lies, no beauty, no matter ugliness, no matter birth, no matter whether rich or poor, only about force! It's just about breaking the formation!
"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”
Rushing into the formation, Fang Fan was indomitable, and instantly broke through the sword and shield soldier camp and came to the side of the archer, shooting one shot at a time, killing freely.
If you look at it from a high altitude, you can clearly see that the two armies are in contact with each other, like a hot knife cutting into butter, instantly breaking Zhang Miao's army.
And Fang Fan was the tip of that knife, breaking through the beginning of the enemy army.
In fact, they have inadvertently used the war of the cone formation, in which the most elite troops break through the enemy's defenses, break through the surface from the point, and finally deal with the collapse of the entire battle formation.
"Hmph, if you want to run, leave me behind!" Fang Fan's armor was already covered with blood, and his blood-red eyes stared at the back of the enemy general who fled, and a shot with a bloody light was projected out, piercing through his heart.
Burst!
Looking at the corpses in the ground, a pool of blood, Fang Fan calmed down.
"Stop, don't chase, lightly casualties!"
Fang Fan's shouting resounded on the battlefield, and the people who heard it stopped instantly, even those who had already killed madness also calmed down in an instant and returned.
"Six teams of spearmen, report the number!"
"One, two....."
"Seven teams of spearmen, report the number!"
"One, two......"
.........
"Village chief, five people were killed, ten were slightly injured, and there were no serious injuries." Wang Hui suppressed his voice and reported.
Fang Fan was silent for a long time: "Help them collect the corpses and take them home." ”
"Yes!"
Place one corpse after another on the cart, neatly, seriously, and meticulously.
Suddenly, Fang Fan turned his head to look to the east, where several gray wolves were swimming in the bushes, his eyes staring at the pool of blood on the ground.
For some reason, Fang Fan's anger came from his heart.
"Get out!"
With a loud shout, the murderous machine bloomed all over his body, and several batches of gray wolves whimpered and ran away with their tails between their legs.
"Village chief, the battlefield is cleaned up, and the carts are full." Wang Hui came over and reported.
Fang Fan looked back and saw that there were more than twenty full carts, one carrying the corpses of his comrades, several of them were piled with leather armor, leather shields, long knives, bows and arrows and other trophies, and then the rest were loaded with the collected materials.
"Well, the return trip."
"Return!"
On the way back, there were no waves, and the beasts along the way seemed to be afraid of the murderous opportunity and did not dare to approach, but after taking Fang Fan away, there were waves of beasts approaching, converging, and even fighting for food.
Returning to the village and delivering the bodies of his comrades, Fang Fan did not stop.
"Dian Wei, order fifty spearmen to follow me and take revenge!" Fang Fan roared angrily, and there was murder in his voice.
"Yes!"