Chapter 85: Knock

Everyone on the wall saw that the thieves fighting on the opposite side were still mainly armorless minions, and some armor were mixed in with them. Well, it was the thief chief who made a fight for the trapped beast and let the guards supervise the battle.

This battle was much bigger than the previous two. After the sound of the drums, the thieves beat their shields with their weapons and shouted in unison: "Kill, kill, kill!" ”。 Although it was seventy or eighty feet away, four or five thousand people roared together, and the momentum was still quite terrifying. The veterans who had just put up a shelf in front of the recruits on the wall couldn't help but put away their arrogance one by one - no wonder most of their so-called combat experience was limited to the first two thrilling defensive battles, and the most senior Qianzong was just a bandit who had followed Sun Fugui and was dying and unable to fight back. As for the recruits who had just been transferred, their faces were even more colorless, their knuckles clutching their weapons were white, their palms were numb, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

According to the predetermined plan, after the formation of intimidation, Guan Shengyun's troops began to press towards the wall in groups of three or five in the form of scattered soldiers, and at the front of each group was led by a veteran with a tall wooden shield near him.

"Whoosh".

A new reinforcement was really scared when he saw the thieves approaching with great momentum, and regardless of whether he could reach it or not, he shot the first arrow first.

"Whoosh", "Whoosh", "Whoosh......

With the first one, the other archers naturally followed suit, drawing their bows and throwing their feathered arrows out.

"Bang, bang", a few feathered arrows were inserted two or three feet away from the battle line, and the attacking soldiers let out a burst of laughter.

We've all heard of the sharpshooter walking through the Yang. In fact, in the vast majority of cases, this can only be described as an artistic exaggeration. Even with the blessing of modern technology, bows, strings, shock absorbers, crosshairs, carbon arrow shafts, how many years of targeted and hard training day after day...... All of these things are difficult for professional athletes to do, such as the horned bows made by the ancient hungry half-slave craftsmen completely by experience, the thick and thin bowstrings twisted from animal tendons, the shafts of arrows with a high probability of unstable center of gravity, and the guys who have gone through a severe lack of training (the arrows that are shot are almost useless, and few can be reused, so there is not so much money for you to waste...... How is it possible? Especially the role of wind - a sniper rifle with such a high initial velocity of the projectile also needs a secondary shooter to correct the wind deviation and assist in aiming.

Therefore, in the vast majority of cases, bows and arrows that are long-range suppressive weapons rely on probability to hit the enemy: everyone shoots probabilitably in the same direction, and there will always be some hits. The main role is mental deterrence, retardation and disruption of the rhythm of the enemy's offensive.

Of course, there must be sharpshooters, such as the flying general Li Guang. However, do not forget who his opponent is - the Huns. The Huns are unarmoured! The hard bow is against the unarmoured, and the natural prestige is far and wide. The Hun compatriots are not ignorant of this truth, but first, there is no place to get so much iron to wear, and second, the average weight of Mongolian horses is only five or six hundred pounds, and the people who carry more than 100 pounds are reluctant, plus dozens of pounds of iron? Then you can't really run!

Successive dynasties also had special armor-piercing arrows. However, the hard bow and iron arrow are not something that anyone can pull and shoot, and it requires a lot of physical fitness from the user, and it usually requires a lot of training costs, as well as ...... Iron arrows aren't usually expensive! Only high-ranking generals can afford it. So most of the time, these generals can only equip each of their three or five most reliable guards with ten or eight of them, and it is more cost-effective to exchange free lives called Hanako soldiers on ordinary battlefields.

This is generally true. Taking Tiejia as an example, the unit price that Xu Guangqi reported to the imperial court was twenty taels of silver - and recruiting a soldier named Huazi was enough to give one or two halves of the settlement fee! Therefore, the adults of the military department, the household department, and the engineering department naturally calculated an account: a pair of silver can recruit more than a dozen soldiers. A, if you don't know if you will be robbed by the enemy, more than a dozen people called Hanako will rush up, even if more than half of them die, in the end, the court will earn it! On the surface, this seems to be the case, but unfortunately the masters missed a point: of course the court doesn't care about the lives of the Hanakos - but they themselves care! You don't care if I live or die, why should I die for you? When facing the enemy, they scattered in a hurry, and even defected...... So Da Ming is finished.

Probabilistic shots, sporadic arrows that shoot out have little to no effect on the enemy. Sun Fugui was so anxious that he scolded: "Straight thief! Stop, stop! Wait for me to order a salvo! Far away, the turtle grandson shoots a mile! Which one will shoot and kill and throw it down! Stop for Lao Tzu! Hearing this, the thousands of commanders beat the archers with their backs to the archers, and cursed in their mouths: "Kill the material, tell you to put ...... indiscriminately" After a lot of pain and noise, the archers finally stopped their unorganized diffusion, and one by one put their hands wet and full of cold sweat on the strings, licked their dry lips, looked nervously at the approaching enemy, and peeked at the officers and companions beside them from time to time.

At this time, Guan Shengyun's troops approached twenty or thirty zhang: completely different from imagination or film and television dramas, in this era, even if it is a strong attack, there is rarely a situation of running and charging, but striding forward - because it is necessary to conserve physical strength! Even well-nourished modern people can only gasp on their knees after sprinting 100 meters at full speed, and there is no energy left to protect themselves within a few minutes. The arrows that had been fired were sparse when they were closed would stop, and a short whistle sounded in the slowly advancing skirmishers—the officer's command to his subordinates to "speed up." The soldiers who raised their shields first changed from slow to fast, and in the blink of an eye, they advanced more than ten zhang.

When the enemy's striker was about forty zhang away from the wall, Sun Fugui roared: "Release the arrow"! The archers drew their bows and fired their arrows at a 45-degree elevation angle. The feather arrow flew diagonally for half a day, and after exhausting its kinetic energy to reach the apex, it changed its flight trajectory, and the arrow cluster was pointing downward, drawing a parabola and falling downward. Under the effect of gravitational acceleration, it is getting faster and faster, and rushes towards the attacking crowd.

The leader of the charge was Zhang Ding. Suddenly, a flying locust rose up on the wall, and the whistle in its mouth began to roar sharply. Hearing the order, the shield soldiers in the front row immediately raised the large shield at an angle above their heads, and the few people behind hurriedly followed, half-squatting and trying to shrink their upper bodies as much as possible under the cover.

Tuk, tuk, ah......

Most of the arrows were only inserted into the open space in the middle of the formation, and a small number were nailed to the large shield, and four or five of the arrows were violently knocked to the ground, one was killed on the spot, and the others who could still move wailed and struggled back towards their own camp.

As soon as the last feather arrow fell, short whistles sounded one after another in the array, and the soldiers hunched over and followed the shield soldiers and hurried a few steps towards the wall, until Zhang Ding's long whistle sounded again......

Qi Xiaoguang looked at the enemy worriedly: this round of shooting was extremely poor, the sides of the ladder were well protected by the enemy's shield soldiers, and the feather arrow hedge car had no effect - they didn't even stop in the rain of arrows, slowly but firmly pushed all the way, like this, it wouldn't be long before the enemy would approach the wall!

"Two rows, two rows! Shoot alternately! Sun Fugui's roar exploded not far away. Although he didn't have much experience in facing the enemy, Sun Fugui was a military family after all, and he was exposed to the influence of the camp since he was a child, so he immediately had countermeasures.

"Forward Row Arrows"!

"The front row retreats, the back row steps forward, put"!

"Stand back, back row, put"!

"Change to flat shooting!"

……

At a distance of more than ten or twenty zhang, the interval between the rain of arrows poured down at the juncture became shorter and shorter, the rhythm of the thieves' attack was obviously disrupted, the long and short whistles no longer sounded, and more thieves in the field of vision fell, Qi Xiaoguang roughly calculated in his heart, there were nearly 100 results, and the ladder was also turned over two. If this continues, there will be a few more rounds, and the thieves will fall even more. If only you had been more bold earlier, it would have been nice to organize people to cut the road in front of the gate......

"Hahaha, good! Shoot this turtle grandson! Shoot arrows, shoot arrows! Qi Xiaoguang, who was engrossed in staring at the wall, was startled by the roar in his ears, and looked sideways, Kou Zhizhang, who was still far behind just now, came to the wall at some point, and saw that the thief was shot down by a bow and arrow, and his courage increased sharply, and he vigorously patted the battlements and danced and shouted. Qi Xiaoguang moved half of the battlement to the side in disgust, and before he could stand still, he suddenly heard a shout under the wall, only to see the thieves shouting, no longer walking together, and rushing to the wall at full speed.

"Archers, shoot autonomously! On the slinger, smash Lao Tzu! ”

With a "snap", the grappling hook of the first ladder finally buckled the wall.

"Slap", "Slap"...... The rest of the ladders were pushed up one after another, and in the blink of an eye, forty or fifty ladders were erected outside the wall.

"Pour the oil!"

"Pour gold juice!"

"Burn the thief!"

"Lean out and throw stones!"

The roars of the chiefs and the generals of the various battlements began one after another along the wall.

Sun Fugui half-leaned over and looked at the rushing cars. Five rushing hedgehogs were riddled with arrows, the most recent of which was just over two feet away from closing. "What do you think about this class of killers, shooting arrows at the rushing car? What a waste of arrows! Sun Fugui thought angrily, while pointing to the rushing car and ordering loudly: "Throw the fire canister and release the rocket!" "You can't wait for it to crash into the door before igniting it - the main body of the door is also wooden, and it really does the thief a great favor when it really ignites, and it must be ignited from a safe distance!

"Bang, bang!" A number of clay pots filled with oil and sulfur smashed to pieces on the ground in the rush and nearby, and several lit rockets were fired over, and they ......

A few small flames lit in the rushing car.

Damn it!

The cart was the largest of the five, and the top was much wider than normal, almost at the same level as the two closed doors, shielding and protecting most of the thieves who were pushing the cart. The top of the car was covered with a lot of wet mud and weeds by the thieves, and under the mud and grass was a quilt soaked with water, and there was more than one layer! It seems that it won't be able to burn up for a while! The other four were parked in two rows five or six feet away, and it was clear that the thieves were preparing to destroy one and push one up to ram in turn.

"Tom, tom".

There was a dull thud, and the thieves began to bang and shut the door.

But there is no need to worry too much: the heavy closing door is wrapped with a layer of iron, and the back is also firmly withstood - of course Sun Fugui will not be stupid enough to completely block the closed door with a big stone like Ma Wensheng, Sun Fugui of the Jiangmen family has long heard the elders say that only cowards and hopeless fools will put themselves in a passive situation of being completely beaten. If there is no way to put some soldiers at the city gate, then the city gate must be arranged so that it can withstand the impact and be opened at any time to launch a counterattack, which is called ability! The method Sun Fugui learned from his grandfather was very practical: several ox carts full of masonry were held behind the city gates inside and out, and wedge-shaped wooden blocks were fastened under the wheels. Not only can it greatly increase the impact resistance of the city gate, but when you need to counterattack, you only need to pull off the wedge and let the oxen drag the cart away, and the soldiers can attack quickly!

Sun Fugui was most worried about thieves burning the door with a train. Although there are sand pools to deal with all kinds of fire attacks, they are all one-time use, and it will be a headache if they encounter continuous attacks by thieves. At this moment, when I heard the real impact, I settled down. Since the door was closed for a while, Sun Fugui decided to put this place first, explained a few words to the door guard, and turned around to patrol along the wall.