Wang Yong, who has experienced several moments of life and death, knows that even if a person's strength is strong, he is only a little more powerful in the army of ten thousand, as long as he is surrounded by a large number of enemy troops, even if he is a high-level combat professional powerhouse, he will definitely die or die, so Wang Yong's current principle is that he would rather consume a large number of crossbow arrows, materials and money, but also try to avoid danger, so that more people can go home alive.

In this unit of Tours, after the two Thunderhawks swooped down for the fourth time to kill the officers who took over the command, none of the remaining senior officers dared to step forward again, and they all avoided the banner of the Chinese army that was still standing.

Without a unified command, each officer fought separately, and in an instant, the defense circle, which was originally a whole as a whole, became a mess, some with subordinates who swore to stick to it, some who planned to move away from the obstacles in front of them to prepare for a breakthrough, and more who were calling their subordinates to gather their defense, but no matter what intentions and decisions these officers had, what awaited them was ruthless crossbow arrows and magic.

Half an hour passed, and after Wang Yong and Reagan released more than a dozen group killing magic, their magic power was almost consumed, and there were not many enemy troops left in the original dense camp at this time, only more than 2,000 people gathered in the middle of the camp and hugged together, looking at the enemies around them vigilantly.

Between the two sides, apart from a dense defensive circle formed by the gathered rejecting horses and barricades, the most numerous were the dead bodies lying on the ground and the wounded soldiers who were wailing incessantly.

At this time, if Wang Yong stood up to persuade him to surrender, I believe that these enemy troops who knew that they would be defeated would definitely lay down their arms. However, Wang Yong had no intention of surrendering, because there were too many enemies, and so many surrendered troops really couldn't be taken care of, especially at this critical moment, if one didn't get it right, he left with most of the troops, and those surrendered troops made something happen, which was likely to lead to the loss of the entire battle plan. Therefore, Wang Yong did not intend to risk for the sake of such a little mercy and mercy, which would be an irresponsible manifestation of the entire seaside province.

Order the troops to stop attacking, because the enemy is already hiding out of the range of the crossbow, and continuing to design is just a waste of crossbow arrows.

Wang Yong, who had the chance to win, did not forget to train the recruits, and after surrounding the enemy legions, he ordered all the archers and arrows in the East Acropolis to go out of the city and line up, showing their training results in front of everyone, and at the same time letting these recruits see blood and familiarize themselves with the cruelty and oppressive atmosphere of the battlefield.

When the 5,000 archers with all kinds of longbows and short arrows arrived, the soldiers of the Eternal Empire, who had tried to break through the barrier several times but were shot back by the dense crossbow arrows, felt that great danger was approaching.

Wang Yong didn't know. Why does the world pay so little attention to the long-range bow and arrow, so that the bow and arrow establishment in the armies of various countries has become extinct, and the only long-range means of striking is the hand crossbow with a lower range and rate of fire than the bow. Wang Yong didn't know and didn't want to ask, as long as he felt that the bow and arrow still had room and function for survival, then he would show the power of the bow and arrow again on the mainland without hesitation.

After two long-range suppression and annihilation of the enemy, Wang Yong had a new idea, planning to merge the two archery corps, equip the war horses to form a 10,000-strong archery corps, and specialize in long-range consumption of the enemy in the form of rangers. If the idea comes to fruition. Moreover, the soldiers were sufficiently trained, and Wang Yong believed that this archery army would be an absolute nightmare for the enemy, whether against infantry or cavalry. Archers all have an advantage in speed and range. Even Wang Yong couldn't help but think: "What should I do if I encounter such an enemy army that is fighting like rice cakes?"

When the recruits of the Archery Regiment came to the defensive circle that they could leave behind under the command of the officer, and scattered to surround the remaining enemy troops, the recruits looked at the layers of corpses and the wails of the wounded enemy soldiers. Most of them had trembling legs and could not pull away from their bows and arrows.

Wang Yong was not in a hurry, and ordered the archery corps to shoot at will. As long as the soldiers were able to pull their bowstrings and shoot feathered arrows, the delay was not in vain.

Under the shouts of officers at all levels, when the first feather arrow fell crookedly on the ground a hundred meters away from the enemy, one by one the feather arrows also shot and fell in a graceful arc, although the strength and accuracy were not satisfactory, almost none of the feather arrows hit the target, but those recruits gradually got used to this oppressive and solemn atmosphere.

Wang Yong didn't just look at it, but stood on horseback to lift his true qi, and sang the seaside war song in a loud and extremely infectious voice: "Let the weak know how to be cruel, face every danger in life, and my relatives who are reluctant to give up, will be happy and stable in the future." Wang Yong's voice permeated the entire battlefield, and Gibbon, Harvey, George, and others sang aloud when they heard the battle song, strengthening their determination and encouraging these recruits of the archery legion.

As the thick and passionate chorus of thousands of people lingered in the sky, the soldiers of the Archery Legion also roared a blood-boiling battle song, and before they knew it, they shot more and more feathered arrows, and they were getting farther and farther away. It wasn't until the first feathered arrow shot down an enemy soldier in a perfect parabola that all the recruits let go, and their powerful arms and hook-like fingers pulled the war bow in their hands into a full moon, and according to their personal feelings and experience, they shot the feathered arrows at a suitable angle, and after the continuous sound of 'whoosh, whoosh' broke through the air, there was a scream and wail from the enemy.

Of course, because everyone has not undergone systematic and long-term training, although the strength of the feather arrows shot under the stimulation of the war song is enough, the accuracy is still miserable.

It can be said that if five thousand archers shoot a salvo, it would be good to be able to shoot five hundred targets, and the others were either missed or the angle was not calculated, and the target this time was still stupid The enemy standing in place, if the enemy is really moving and transferring, Wang Yong feels that it would be good to be able to destroy two hundred people in one salvo.

The group of enemy troops outside the Eastern Acropolis was desperate at this time, and under the command of the surviving legions, they broke through to the east with a sea of feathered arrows and crossbow arrows.

After being ravaged by the archers from the heart to the body, the remaining less than two thousand men left five or six hundred men again as they rushed through the defensive line, and rushed at the retreating archers with the remnants of a wing, intending to break the net and lose both.

However, the wolf cavalry, who had long been unable to hold back and wait for the opportunity, did not give them a chance, and the special combat cavalry led by the wolf head rushed head-on, first with crossbow arrows, then with the cross slash of the wolf head and the little ash, and then the sharp swords of the soldiers, and the sharp teeth and claws of the giant wolves, just a hedge, more than a thousand enemy troops fell most of them, and the guys who survived could no longer bear the pressure of death and dropped their weapons and surrendered. (To be continued......)