Attack for half an hour!

This is an order from above.

More than 6,000 Ding Zhuang from Xiangcheng were divided into three groups and waited for the battle with trepidation.

The first two thousand men had already rushed up.

In the front row there is a large shield and a sword, followed by archers, and on either side there are archers.

Swordsmen, shields, and archers are proud of their strengths.

There are no scholars in Xiangcheng, and there are still a lot of heroes.

The kings lost a group during the scuffle, and another group was lost during the Wang Mi rebellion, and now this group of people is the last strong in Xiangcheng.

They don't want to fight, they don't want to consume their own capital.

Haoqiang, who had died or crossed to the south before, had his vacated farmhouse assigned to the silver spear sergeant.

These slender men and coolies went from being penniless to suddenly becoming propertied people, so they rallied closely around Chen Hou and coerced them by force to coerce them to send their private troops to fight for Chen Hou.

What does it feel like? Nothing but grief and indignation!

This world is really not a human life!

Of course, they selectively forgot that it was Chen Hou who won several battles on both sides of the Rushui River, so that Xiangcheng could be protected from Wang Mi's poison.

People are forgetful, especially when it comes to their own fundamental interests.

The first group of 2,000 people braved the rain of arrows and marched noisily.

Li Zhong climbed a high platform and took a closer look.

"The thief's arrow is a little strange, as if it is out of strength." Qin San, the master of the Yamen Military Building, said.

"What's so strange?" Gao Yi laughed and said, "At first glance, it looks like an archer who has not been practicing for a long time." Or they used to use hunting bows and were not suitable for the hard bows in the army. ”

"The lord of the tall building is right." Li Chong smiled and said: "Wancheng is an important town of the country, and there are a lot of weapons in the arsenal, and after being seized by the thieves, it must have been distributed to all battalions." The thieves didn't have so many archers, and they didn't know how to use a good bow. Just look at the training of the Silver Lancers, how hard it is to train an archer. ”

Everyone nodded.

In fact, Chen Hou relied most on the imperial court in two places: money, food, and ordnance.

The most demanded in ordnance are all kinds of consumables, especially arrows and bowstrings.

The consumption of practicing the foot bow is extremely high, and the production of Guang Chengze's craftsman camp alone is completely insufficient, and it is far from it. In addition to battlefield captures, they mainly relied on the imperial court to provide them.

Without these daily consumptions, without a few years, you can't feed a qualified archer.

The silver-speared sergeant carried with him a bow with three strings, an quiver, and thirty arrows. The huge consumption of archers can be seen in this.

These thieves in front of them have obtained the Wancheng arsenal, but they can't effectively use those good things, which is really a tyrannical thing.

While the people were talking, Ding Zhuang, who rushed up in the first wave, had already attacked the perimeter of the camp, climbed over the simple antlers made of tree branches, crossed the shallow trench, and then set up the long ladder to the camp wall.

On the other side, there were people who filled the trench in front of the camp gate, put hooks and ropes, and began to pull hard.

Casualties are inevitable.

With such a dense crowd, the enemy can no longer shoot arrows, but can also make a gain.

Xiangcheng Ding Zhuang fell to the ground one after another, bleeding like a river.

The first wave of 2,000 men quickly retreated.

The Yamen Army quickly dispatched and captured the dozens of people who were running the fastest, regardless of their identities, and beheaded them on the spot.

The remaining Ding Zhuang was contained and reorganized.

A second group of 2,000 followed.

This time they dragged the camp gate to the ground, and some of them climbed the camp wall, engaged the enemy several times, and then broke down again.

This was followed by the third batch.

They focused on attacking the broken camp gate, and at one point they killed it, and soon the enemy pushed it back.

This group of people was not bad, and after reorganizing outside, they rushed over again, moved away the obstacles that the enemy had piled up in front of the camp gate, and fought repeatedly, only after a long time did their morale collapse and flee away - this wave of Duohao strong troops, with a high degree of organization, is not surprising to fight like this.

Half an hour had already passed, and with the sound of cymbals, Ding Zhuang of Xiangcheng, who had suffered a lot of losses, retreated to rest.

There is no need to fight anymore today.

Those who survived wept with joy. For them, it was probably the longest half hour of their lives, and they heard either the sound of arrows breaking through the air or the screams of their fellow villagers.

When fighting at the camp gate, many people were trembling, sore and weak, and subconsciously wanted to escape. As a result, he was pushed forward, and when he reached the enemy, he could not even raise his knife and was stabbed to death.

The only reason for their existence may be that it consumes a little physical strength from the enemy.

The faces of the generals of the Yamen Army on the high platform remained unchanged, and they still looked at them calmly.

There was almost no pause, and the auxiliaries filled by the Luyang Tuntian Army began to charge.

The first batch threw a full three thousand people.

They have a relatively strong will to fight, have a certain discipline, and officers above the rank of captain have leather armor, and even have a small scale of professional foot archers.

When he rushed to the front of the camp gate, he was hard against a dense number of arrows, regardless of casualties, and rushed and beat fiercely.

There were piles of corpses inside and outside the camp gate, as well as many obstacles such as baggage carts and antlers.

The screams were incessant, and the corpses piled up at an astonishing speed.

The front is constantly moving inward.

Seeing this, Li Chong, who was on the high platform, decisively threw in the second batch of 2,000 people, and rushed in with a shout along the gap torn by the first batch of auxiliaries.

The enemy also continued to mobilize troops to reinforce the fiercest fighting. For this reason, the defensive forces in other directions inevitably weakened.

At least, there weren't many reinforcements behind the camp wall.

Li reestimated the time, and directly ordered Gao Yi and Zheng Dong, the lords of the Yamen military building, to lead 1,000 soldiers each to attack the east side of the thief village.

Qin San, the lord of the building, led a thousand soldiers to attack the west side of the thief village.

As a result, the eastern, northern, and western sides besieged, leaving only one on the south side for the enemy to escape.

The battle is heating up.

******

Peng Ling, as the second batch of auxiliaries to reinforce the past, followed the chaotic crowd and moved forward mechanically numbly.

The corpses inside and outside the camp gate were all over the field, and it was unbearable to see.

Especially in the vicinity of several baggage trucks, the corpses were densely packed to the point of jaw-dropping.

It seems that someone wants to remove these obstacles, someone desperately tries to stop them, and the two sides fight repeatedly, constantly filling in human lives, and finally end up with the thief army breaking down and giving up.

The shouts of killing in front of him suddenly became louder.

Peng Ling looked at it, but it was the enemy general who led the elite armor soldiers to make a counterattack.

These people were fierce and cruel, well-equipped, and the screams and screams never stopped wherever they passed.

Blood splattered everywhere.

There was also a human head rolling under his feet.

Arrows flew around overhead, densely packed.

Peng Ling's complexion hadn't changed much, he didn't want to live for a long time, and he didn't know why he came to fight this battle.

Well, for the sake of eating Chen Hou for a few days, give him back this life.

An arrow flew in front of you.

He didn't blink an eye, and he moved forward.

The arrow passed through his ears, and a scream rang out behind him.

Peng Ling took the ring head knife and chopped it at the neck of an enemy soldier who was slashing his robe.

Blood gushed out, and the enemy soldiers fell without a word.

He stepped forward, found another target, and slashed with a ring-headed knife.

In the eyes of outsiders, his movements are undisciplined, his whole body is extremely empty, and there are flaws everywhere. Change to a veteran, calm down, and one move can kill him.

But on the battlefield, how can you have the opportunity to show your skills calmly?

Thousands of people are fighting in a group, everyone is shouting, their faces are distorted, full of hideousness, and they can't show their abilities.

It has to be the kind of person who has experienced countless wars and has disregarded life and death to calmly give full play to his hard-earned skills and kill people in the most labor-saving and accurate way.

Peng Ling has already done it to ignore life and death, but he has no ability, he only knows how to cut and kill indiscriminately.

Chop, chop, chop!

Kill, kill, kill!

Just assume that this person is a dog official, and with a knife, the blood is all over his face, happy, happy!

Peng Ling even licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the "luscious" taste made him laugh uncontrollably.

Fuck you!

Another blow fell, and the enemy's arm was broken at elbows.

Peng Ling frowned, he didn't kill this dog official.

One more slash!

There seemed to be a tingling pain in his lower abdomen, and he didn't bother to care, he caught up with the enemy soldier with a broken elbow, grabbed his head, and slashed horizontally, and more blood gushed out.

Peng Ling was intoxicated with blood, feeling all the pores open all over his body, and he wanted to moan comfortably.

Killed another dog officer, happy!

It's not enough, it's not enough!

He pushed the corpse away and rushed towards the place where the enemy soldiers were most dense, laughing.

Looking at Peng Ling, who was covered in blood and still smiling, the enemy army was as creepy as if he had seen a ghost.

Some people were so frightened that they peed out, and their bodies were about to fall to the ground.

"Poof!" The ringhead knife slashed at his neck mercilessly.

The enemy troops not far away saw it and were in a commotion.

When his robe saw it, his morale was greatly boosted, and they followed Peng Ling's side one after another, clamoring to advance.

"Hell!" Some of the enemy soldiers threw their weapons and turned and fled.

Many more followed suit and scattered to the rear and sides.

The morale of the soldiers of the Tuntian Army climbed to the peak, and they swarmed up, chasing the enemy and slashing hard.

At this moment, high-pitched killing sounds sounded on the east and west sides of the camp at the same time.

The Yamen Army, which had been recuperating for a long time, fought bravely.

The battle line was only stalemate for a stick of incense, and soon moved to the village.

One by one, the Yamen sergeants jumped off the camp wall, then scattered the enemy troops at the camp gate, opened the camp gate, and received the robes from the outside.

At this point in the battle, there was no longer any suspense.

The morale of the thieves who were attacked from many directions plummeted, their fighting spirit plummeted, and they were at a loss for what to do.

A moment later, the gate of the camp on the south side was opened, and a group of cavalry escorted Hou Tuo, and fled in a hurry.

"Hou took off!"

"Hugh is gone!"

"Hou took off and left, will you wait for it to come down?"

The officers and soldiers shouted in unison as they chased down the demoralized enemy troops.

Some people did not listen and ran for their lives.

Someone threw up his weapon and fell to his knees, begging for mercy.

Many more ran around and fell into hysteria.

Either way, the resistance of the establishment is gone, and the battle has entered its final stage.