readx;? Chapter 4: The Tiger Chick (8)

Dig the roots, desperately!

Han Chongyun and Yang Guangyi's two brows instantly locked, and their faces became extremely solemn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Ning Ziming's analysis is not simple, it captures the crux of the whole thing. Whether the government does things fairly or not, what it represents is a kind of order. The existence of the green forest road is inseparable from chaos. Therefore, no matter what, it is impossible for the heroes of Taihang Mountain to let Chang Si send people to take over Zezhou without resistance. They will definitely do their best to resist, even if Chang Si leads his men and horses to the nest, they are not willing to avoid Feng Ying temporarily, not to mention that this time Chang Si only sent 3,000 recruits?

If that's the case, I'm afraid it will be difficult for tonight's battle to end easily. It is undoubtedly much easier to completely annihilate the 3,000 recruits in the camp than to resist the entire Wusheng army under Chang Si. And it was enough to achieve a shocking effect, which greatly delayed Chang Si's pace of controlling Zezhou. And if you can't even take these 3,000 recruits, the Taihang heroes don't have to think about dominating one side anymore. Not only will the Wu Shengjun after being awakened take crazy revenge on them, but the local heroes who are in cahoots with them are bound to take the initiative to cut them off.

"When the next enemy army attacks, I will take the brothers to charge and kill again! No matter what, we can't let the bandits lose their morale!" Yang Guangyi's reaction speed was fast, and he was the first to think clearly about the context and severity of the matter, and immediately put aside the personal grievances between himself and Ning Ziming, and took the initiative to ask for help again.

"The second capital lost too much just now!" Han Chongyun first shook his head, and then nodded lightly, "Next, change to a reserve team." Just fill the gaps in the camp wall at any time. The art of war has clouds, one drum of energy, then decline, three and exhaustion. Let's hold on for a while to drain the enemy's spirit. Then look at the opportunity and fight back decisively!"

Although it is the first time to stand alone, his family history and calm temperament have made him faintly reveal a general in his gestures. Even if he knew that he was in a desperate situation, he still behaved slowly and logically, and he couldn't find half a minute of panic from head to toe.

Looking at Ning Ziming again, he still looked a little wooden. Neither as thick as Han Chongyun nor as sharp as Yang Guangyi, but just looking at the continuous torches not far from the camp, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes showed a sense of confusion.

As soon as Yang Guangyi saw him like this, he couldn't wait to repay the old fist. However, in my heart, I haven't forgotten the life-saving grace just now, and the fist that has been raised pauses in mid-air, turns into a palm, and slowly falls on Ning Ziming's shoulder, "There's nothing to be afraid of, bandits are bullying the soft and afraid of the hard." The one you just went in and out of has scared a lot of people. Next, as long as you are still the same as you were just now, most of the thieves will hide when they see you. ”

"I'm not afraid, I think this matter is still strange!" Ning Ziming quickly retracted his gaze from a distance, shook his head, and said in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Yang Guangyi didn't believe his ears a little, was stunned, and protested loudly, "Didn't you say it just now, didn't they fight with us endlessly? Why are you strange now? Dare to say it alone, no matter what, you have foresight!"

Ning Ziming continued to shake his head, "I mean Chang Jiedu shouldn't ......"

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo woo-" An earth-shattering sound of horns completely engulfed his words. The second offensive of the enemy troops began, and not only in the direction of the camp gate. Directly on the left, right, and behind the camp, there were large groups of enemy troops holding torches and quickly approaching the camp wall. Swarms, overwhelming, like fireflies during the breeding period, no one can count how many there are.

Han Chongyun and Yang Guangyi could no longer care about being verbose with Ning Ziming, and went separately to command the brothers to block the enemy army. The torches in the camp were extinguished one by one. The pikemen, under the command of the commander and the hundred generals, hid their bodies behind the makeshift camp wall, and exposed half a foot of their spears against the top of the wall. The archers hid in the shadows, firing rows and rows of carved feathers at the approaching torches.

"Whoosh whoosh-" With the whistling sound of the air being torn, hundreds of wolf fangs were quickly lowered above the heads of the running enemy soldiers. Blood surged up in the firelight, and screams quickly replaced muffled horns. The bandits who ran at the front, with the highest torches, fell to the ground one after another.

The rhythm of the enemy's attack was immediately interrupted, and some of the young minions, who had just joined the gang for a few days, instinctively dropped their torches and squatted on the ground shivering. More of the old bandits hunched up, hiding their bodies under the improvised shields, or behind the robe closest to them, kept moving their legs, but they didn't shorten the distance between themselves and their targets for a long time.

"Rush up, rush up, no one is allowed to stop! There are few of them, and there are only three arrows in the battle!" A few heroes of the green forest, who were riding war horses and covered with iron armor, chased forward from behind, shouting and shouting, and pumping the back of their knives around.

The minions who had been beaten screamed loudly, and had to regain their courage and hesitate forward at the risk of being swept away by the arrows. Some of them ran and fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a spring from the arrow. Some people accidentally stepped on the thistle terrestris that was deliberately sprinkled around when the Han army was camping, and jumped up on one foot screaming, stumbling. Then he was rolled up by the torches that came one after another, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The only ones who are not affected by feathered arrows and thistles are the leaders who ride on tall horses. Feathered arrows from within the camp walls clanged and smashed on their iron armor, to no avail. The thistle sprinkled in the dirt is also very lethal to the horse's hooves nailed with iron palms. People are divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the higher the level, the more valuable the life. In this regard, there is actually no difference between the green forest and the government.

Under the coercion of these ironclad leaders, the minions had to brave the rain of arrows to continue their advance, and every step cost dozens of lives. The battlefield that had just been "cleaned" was full of wounds in the blink of an eye. The mournful cries for help, the cries of pain, and the ** sound of despair before death came and went one after another in the night. However, none of the heroes and minions of the green forest refused to tilt their heads in the direction from which the sound came, and they had no time to help.

Green Forest Road has the rules of Green Forest Road, the strong survive and have the most wealth, the most women. The weak die as fast as they can, stubble after stubble. If there are a few fierce battles, those who remain are all elites of a hundred battles. There's no need for big and small masters to do the training. It saves both food and energy, and it is simply a bird with one stone!

Life suddenly becomes extremely humble at this moment, and all the compassion and conscience of human beings are gone. The minions glared red like wolves, and under the persecution of the head wolf, they struggled to surround their prey. They do not expect any help or mercy from their robes, nor do they help and pity their own robes. They wielded shields and weapons, forward, forward, hesitant forward, leaving dozens of corpses behind with each step forward.

There is a cruel law in nature that when the number of the whole is large enough to counteract the destruction of the individual. The same is true of the Green Forest Road, where their ranks are getting closer and closer to the camp wall, twenty paces, fifteen steps, ten steps, five steps, even though hundreds of minions have fallen in the middle of the road......

"Ah——!" The more than 100 bandits who rushed to the front suddenly let out a terrible wolf howl from their mouths. Pick up your pace and pounce on the camp wall. As long as they climb over the wall, they completely seal the victory. There are less than 3,000 Han troops in the camp, and they will be like the sand in the waves, and they will be swallowed up in a blink of an eye.

"Up, poke!" Han Chongyun waved the treasure knife vigorously and ordered decisively.

The Han soldiers who were clinging to the inside of the camp wall stabbed their spears in unison, and blood splattered like a waterfall. The bandits who were trying to climb over the wall were pierced through their chests by sharp spears, screaming and dropping their weapons, dancing in mid-air. Another row of Green Forest accomplices swarmed up, holding their still dead bodies with their hands, and their feet on their backs as they continued to climb inward. Everyone had red eyes, and each one had an unusually hideous face.

"Don't panic, don't panic, withdraw your guns, keep poking, poke them to death!" Yang Guangyi rode his horse along the inside of the camp wall, stabbing the fish that had already jumped over the camp wall while loudly boosting morale.

"Don't panic, don't panic, withdraw your gun, keep poking, and hand it over to us in the back!" The surviving cavalry on the left followed closely behind Yang Guangyi, circling around the camp wall like a comb. When encountering enemy soldiers who have already rushed into the camp, a wave of the hand is a knife. When encountering his own people who dared to disobey orders and turn around and flee for their lives, they also waved a knife.

A line of rockets with tail flames fell from mid-air, knocking the cavalrymen over seven or eight. Yang Guangyi was so distressed that he screamed, and the gun in his hand danced like a wheel. Another row of rockets with tail flames whizzed, most of them stirred up by the air currents of the horses, and disappeared in the darkness. However, several stray arrows pierced the spear's defenses, two hitting him in the back and four in his crotch.

The poor horse continued to run forward a few steps, and slowly fell to his knees with a mournful scream. A good horse with human nature, even to death, he will not fall and hurt his master. In the next moment, Yang Guangyi jumped up from a pool of blood with two carved arrows on his back and rushed to the camp wall on foot. The spear in his hand slammed forward, poking a bandit leader who had just jumped in. Then he twisted around and poked another bandit minion, roaring and throwing the body out of the camp.

"Rush here, Grandpa is here!" he brandished his rifle and rushed along the camp wall like a mad tiger. There is no one enemy under his command. A bandit who had just entered the camp was frightened by his crazy appearance, and turned around and tried to climb over the wall again. Yang Guangyi quickly chased after him and stabbed the person in the back with a single shot. Then press down with your right hand, raise your left hand, and exert force on both legs and limbs at the same time, "Ah——!"

The corpse was directly lifted into the air by the riding spear, flying four or five steps upside down, and smashing down the other three bandits who were trying to get close to the camp wall at the same time.

The bandits who were facing Yang Guangyi's location decisively avoided his sharp cherry blossoms. The dangerous situation around it has been greatly alleviated. "Get on your horse, General Yang get on your horse!" the two horsemen led a horse that had lost its owner, and flew up. The horse still had the blood of its former master, dripping along the saddle and stirrups. Yang Guangyi jumped up without hesitation, brandished his rifle and continued to circle around the camp wall. When you see a tight spot somewhere, or find a fish that has slipped through the net, you will roar and rush up to fight. It doesn't matter if the other party is a boss or a minion, they will never die.

Thanks to the efforts of him and the soldiers around him, the thin camp wall has always been impregnable. However, the situation at the main gate, which was not protected by the camp wall, became more and more critical. With the absolute superiority in numbers, the bandits rushed forward like a tide, wave after wave. Each wave of people receded, leaving behind dozens of blood-drenched corpses. At the end of each attack, the defending team's team is rubbed off a thick layer.

If this continues, there are only 3,000 soldiers in the interior of the camp, which means that the number of soldiers will increase by five times, and it will not be enough to fill the flesh mill in front of him. Han Chongyun quickly realized the crisis and gritted his teeth to adjust his tactics. "Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo!" With three short horn sounds, the archers fired a wave of dense feathered arrows towards the area within ten paces of the camp gate.

A new wave of enemy offensive was stopped prematurely, and the bosses and minions had to retreat in panic. Taking advantage of the moment when the two armies disengaged, the Han infantry soldiers blocking the entrance of the camp quickly gave way from the center of the phalanx. Two hundred cavalry from the third capital on the left gushed out under the leadership of Li Jing. Form a sharp spear edge in the acceleration and stab the enemy right in the middle!

"That's not the same tactic as me just now, in the end, we have to risk death to save each other surnamed Ning!" Yang Guangyi's brows quickly furrowed, and he was very confused by Han Chongyun's refusal to eat a trench and grow wise. Soon, however, the confusion on his face was replaced by astonishment, and he grabbed his mount and stood with his gun in hand, staring at the battlefield outside the camp gate, dumbfounded.

Not only were the three lefts ordered to take the initiative to attack, but their combat effectiveness was the weakest, and most of the mounts were replaced by the short and stupid second left, who actually rushed out of the camp gate. The latter did not follow the former to accelerate the impact on the enemy formation, and it is estimated that it will not be able to catch up. The latter was at the gate of the camp, in front of the team of their own foot soldiers, slowly gathered and slowly formed a phalanx. Ning Ziming's broad back, like a stone covered with moss, was at the forefront of the entire team, towering and straight, the wind could not blow, and the rain could not do anything about it.

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