Destroy the Front

The sound of war drums on the tower gradually stopped.

The magistrate of Song and Ming Dynasty, who was dressed in a red official robe, leather armor and military uniform, was exhausted and was almost lifted off the drum platform by his family members.

Seeing the heroic figure of Sun Jie leading his troops to counterattack with his horse and sword raised, Magistrate Song felt a fire burning in his chest, and suddenly he felt a surge of pride: If he could gallop alongside his brother, he could use his horse and sword to chase and annihilate him.

Stubborn enemy, what a joy! I lifted the hem of my official robe and was about to order my horse to be prepared. Suddenly I remembered that I couldn't ride a horse at all, so I walked angrily to the drummer and said, "Give me the drumstick. I will beat the drum for the soldiers myself."

Cheer!”

How dare the drummer disobey him? He looked at the team officer and handed over the drumstick respectfully.

Accompanied by the impassioned drumbeats that suddenly sounded, the Golden Drum Team Officer and the drummer were sweating profusely and trembling, almost paralyzed on the ground: What are you beating this for... The army is attacking, just banging it randomly is going to cut off your head.

Yes...

However, they all worried too much.

From Sun Jie to the auxiliary soldiers who were the most courageous and ambitious, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill someone with their first-level skills, they would be able to earn battle rations and then rush out. No one cared about the beat of the drums - the battle.

It had already turned into a one-sided chase, and there was no need to control the rhythm of the attack with drums at this time. Sun Jie laughed loudly afterwards and grabbed the flag and drum officer and drummer who were tremblingly asking for forgiveness: "No guilt, no guilt! Sound!"

If it’s big enough, it’s a good golden drum!”

Song Mingyi, who was almost exhausted, could not stop trembling with his arms holding on to the railing of the south gate gate tower. Magistrate Song was completely unaware of this. He was still in excitement, watching with ecstasy this scene without any warning, let alone without any warning.

A chaotic battle of principles.

Hearing that thieves from all walks of life were scurrying around, Song Mingyi asked his family members to walk around the wall. Everywhere he could see, in every direction, there were one thousand, two thousand, or even thousands of thieves. Yesterday, they were still unparalleled.

The enemies showing off their power were scurrying in front, followed by more than a hundred, two hundred, or at most no more than three hundred lunatics who seemed to be possessed by evil spirits and possessed by demons, howling and screaming as they chased and slashed wildly!

Song Mingyi saw with his own eyes that a thief was tripped by a piece of armor that was abandoned on the ground and fell to the ground. Before he could struggle to get up, the guy who was chasing after him was beheaded with a knife, followed by a series of perverted stabs.

The big head was cut to pieces...wait a minute, why was the guy who was doing the killing wearing a commoner? It turned out to be an auxiliary soldier! Oh my god, the auxiliary soldiers chased the soldiers away and chopped the armor to pieces!

If you don't see this with your own eyes, who can believe it?

"Although Mr. Song saw it with his own eyes, there is really no way to calculate the merit of the head after it was chopped like this!" Magistrate Song felt sorry for the head in his heart, and was thinking about how to come up with a clever name to give it to everyone.

When the reward was awarded to the head that failed to pass the court inspection, the auxiliary warrior had already taken the knife and ran on the road of pursuit again - the head that was almost chopped into pieces was treated like a pair of worn shoes by him.

Abandoned and ignored...

This, this, this is clearly the blessing of Buddha and the appearance of King Yue!

Magistrate Song's lips trembled like his arms, and he squirmed a few times, but he didn't say anything. His eyes were sore, and two lines of hot tears flowed down his cheeks.

Song Mingyi prayed silently and made a decision: Although he said nothing about the strange power and chaos, tomorrow, no matter what, he must give it to the Buddha in the West, the Jade Emperor, the Supreme Laojun, Guanyin Bodhisattva, the King of Yue, the City God...

Each one kowtows once and offers a few sticks of incense - didn't Zi also say "Sacrifice Ruzai"! It's all like this, where is "Ruzai", this is clearly "really here"!

Although the city wall blocked the view and could not see the battle situation in other directions, Guan Shengyun relied on his many years of military experience and judged from various signs such as momentum and dust. Although he did not know the reason, the whole line must have collapsed. There is an idiom called "

"Knowing the enemy by looking at the dust": Large plumes of smoke suddenly rose up on both sides of the north and south, indicating that a large number of people were running in these two places at the same time. The smoke on each side was divided into two groups a hundred feet apart, indicating that the people in front

The people running behind are chasing, the small group they saw first is behind, and then a larger group rises in front, indicating that the retreating troops discovered the pursuers and began to flee... It seems that, like Ximen, the separation

The dog officers and soldiers guarding each gate began to counterattack at the same time!

The siege of the city lasted so long. No matter judging from the flags or the number of battles, the Gou Guan army only had two thousand soldiers after it was pushed to death - but that was wrong! Not counting the less than a thousand infantry and cavalry in front of them, how many soldiers could be left?

How could there still be hundreds of people divided among each sect? How could we chase down the men who were several times the number of the enemy like this?

However, the urgent situation did not allow Guan Shengyun to think too much. Looking at the increasingly approaching crowd of defeated troops who turned a blind eye to the diversion order, Guan Shengyun knew that the situation was over: in the chaos, the command system no longer existed. The soldiers could not understand the flags.

Even if they can understand it, everyone is just running around without looking up at the order. The officers have already lost control of their subordinates and can only be carried away by the flow of people...

The rebel soldiers being chased by the enemy's cavalry were like a herd of wild horses being driven by wolves, running left and right, forming a torrent, more like a huge wave, rushing towards them!

At the moment, there are only two options:

Or run away immediately. Even so, he and his subordinates with horses only have about 30% to 40% chance of escaping - because everyone's power has not been restored after several reconnaissances in the morning.

Either go all out and fight with all your might: transform into a wedge-shaped triangle formation to separate the flow of people. But if you do this, you will be trapped in a tight siege.

The camp guards are composed of new recruits with little experience. There is no hope at this time. The view from the camp wall is better. Seeing how the battle situation has developed, I estimate that at least half of them have escaped by now, even though there are still others around me.

There is a barracks, but with these hundreds of people, they will definitely not be able to stop this large group of defeated troops. Accept your fate and take a gamble!

Guerrilla officer Guan Jianlin from the pro-barracks camp picked up the reins of his horse and leaned over and said hurriedly: "Commander, please get out of the way! Leave the green hills behind..."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Shengyun shouted: "I won't leave! I will die here today! Stop me!"

Guan Youyi turned around and looked at the approaching torrent of defeated troops. He said nothing and his eyes gradually turned from anxious to determined. Having followed the commander for twenty years, he knew Guan Shengyun's temper.

With a wink, several personal guards could not help but move their horses to clamp Guan Shengyun from both sides. Someone reached out and grabbed the reins of the horse.

Guan Shengyun was furious: "You are a dog! You are so brave!"

Guan Jianlin clasped his fists on the horse and smiled miserably: "Father, take care, you can punish me again in the next life."

He turned over and dismounted, and handed the reins to a guard: "My horsepower is not bad, let the commander take him away and ride instead."

Then he shouted sternly at the guards: "If you don't have a horse, follow me, and if you have a horse, protect me, commander, and move quickly!"

The roar is as shrill as an owl's.

Watching dozens of cavalrymen forcefully embrace Guan Shengyun and go away, Guan Youyi straightened his iron helmet, turned around and ordered: "The spearmen come out! Take fifteen steps forward, form a spear formation, stop the retreating troops, and those who rush into the formation will be killed without mercy."

! Form a circular formation with swords and shields to protect the general’s flag!”

The large shield was driven deep into the ground.

There are thirty people in each row. The first row of spearmen is standing on the ground, with his left shoulder firmly against the shield wall. He holds a gun in his right hand. The tip of the gun is at a forty-degree angle to the ground and sticks out of the shield wall. The rear end of the gun is pressed against the ground.

The platoon kneeling down on one knee holding the gun, stepping on the tail of the front row's spear with their feet, placing the gun body on the front row's large shield, the back row lunging, keeping the spear flat and pointing in the direction of the broken troops.

Behind the three-layered gun forest, surrounding the general's flag, guarding the guerrillas and more than a dozen thousand soldiers, with a total of more than a hundred cooks and miscellaneous soldiers in the center, hundreds of sword and shield soldiers formed a small three-layered hollow circular formation - the closer the formation, the more dense the formation.

Easy to defend.

But - it's also easier to be surrounded.

The chance of escape was cut off.

Everyone knows that Guan Guoqi wanted to protect the commander.

The enemy's army is like a stream of iron, and the general's flag is a magnet.

The commander's flag raised high will attract the attention of all enemies. The longer you hold on, the commander will be closer to safety.

The mass of broken troops was getting closer and closer.

The people running in front suddenly looked up and discovered that there was a shield wall not far away. The white spear points protruded from the gap, as if they were sharp teeth trying to choose and bite people! So they all tried their best to get around to both sides. There were also some brave ones.

, trying to stop and turn around to join the resistance again.

However, there were too many defeated troops, and these people were immediately submerged in the torrent: the bravest died first!

The people behind could not see the situation in front at all. They were just instinctive and involuntarily pushed forward by the crowd. Once they fell, countless pairs of big feet would immediately trample on their bodies, and the dust would choke their cries for help in their throats.

inside.

The life that disappeared did not even have time to let out a whimper.

In troubled times, the lives of ordinary people are like dust.

boom!

Pushed by the back row, the crowd finally hit the shield wall and the gun forest.

The sound of flesh hitting the shield, the pop of the gun blade piercing the flesh, the sound of the gun barrel breaking, screams, and cries...are endless.

Although the spear formation only had three levels, the spear formation of over a hundred people still held back the crowd for a while before being swallowed up. Because of this lag, most of the defeated troops behind were able to bypass it.

The outer arc of the front of the circular formation was squeezed deeply inward. The armored soldiers in the formation used small bucklers to hold back their companions in front of them. As they staggered back, the front of the same three-layer defense line was stretched into

The sparse thin thread seems to be about to break...

After all, it is a well-trained soldier battalion. The Poxiao battalion finally withstood the impact before the line broke and collapsed, and gradually restored its formation. The large group of defeated soldiers who had exhausted their kinetic energy by the gun array finally dispersed, and never returned.

Without direction, he ran all over the mountains and plains.

Sun Jie led the charge on the left wing with his cavalry, and his field of vision was slightly wider than that of the infantry.

It was soon concluded that although the small circular formation in front of them could defend itself for a moment, it no longer posed a threat: even if the general's flag was still there, such a small circle would not be able to create a counterattack momentum anyway. The pursuit must continue.

, we must not allow the enemy to gather, we must take advantage of the situation to capture the camp - success or failure depends on this, failure means success.

He waved his sword to signal the cavalry on the right to complete the encirclement of the circular formation. After they stabilized the encirclement, his personal camp almost arrived. The two to one advantage of the infantry and cavalry combined, especially Ruhong's morale, was enough to crush any enemy.

resistance.

The sword was raised high, and after stagnating for a moment, he made a powerful stroke in a semicircle towards the front of the enemy star - which was also the enemy's camp!

After receiving the order, the left-wing cavalry shouted in unison like thunder: "Kill!"

In an instant, the left column fanned out in all directions, rushing towards the broken troops that filled the mountains and plains.

Kill all around!

*First level skill
To be continued...