Shooting Sound

Author: Crazy Chen

Shooting Sound

While the Zhongshan soldiers were still hesitating, a huge cavalry regiment had already moved to the battlefield from the rear of the Han army.

The gorgeous scroll, canopy, and scepter all herald the arrival of a high-ranking commander.

The person who came was none other than Cui Jun, the acting commander of the Youzhou Assault Cavalry. He rushed to the battlefield with the assembled 1,400 Youzhou Assault Cavalry.

Among them, Cui Jun's front is at the front, Gongsun Zan's white horse is on the left, Gai Tong's cavalry is on the right, and Lu Jun's Yuyang cavalry is at the back.

On the galloping war horses, more than 1,400 Youzhou horsemen raised their swords and swords, and their horses shone brightly under the sunlight.

The soldiers from the three counties of Hebei on their left were sitting or lying down chatting, looking curiously at this mighty warrior.

At this moment, the follow-up troops of the Han army also continued to join the battlefield.

Among them, there were about a thousand Yue cavalry. Wei Jie, the captain of Changshui, led 800 Hu cavalry, and the fifth commander of Shesheng led 1,000 crossbowmen. There were also densely fluttering Han army flags, fluttering in the wind.

Obviously, the Han army commander Lu Zhi rushed to the front line.

As soon as he arrived at the front line, Lu Zhi discovered the predicament of the 2,000-foot Military Academy Lieutenant Division. However, he did not immediately order other troops to rescue them. Instead, he put aside all emotions and carefully observed the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans on the opposite side.

At this time, there were more than 4,000 cavalry troops in the front line of the Han army. It was really like thousands of horses roaring together. But strangely, in Lu Zhi's ears, there was silence, and everything held its breath at this moment.

So he just looked at the Qingzhou Yellow Turban opposite.

About a mile away, the Qingzhou Yellow Turban formed two long yellow strips. Looking over, the entire horizon was covered in yellow.

Beside these two crowds of people, Lu Zhi also saw some simple fences and trenches, which extended to the horizon along both sides of the Qingzhou Yellow Turban. At this moment, Lu Zhi also saw a moth wrapped in a yellow turban. The thieves continued to dig trenches there.

Obviously, the Qingzhou Yellow Turban knew very well that the Han army's advantage was the cavalry, and these fences and trenches were used to counter his cavalry troops.

But Lu Zhi didn't take it seriously and continued to watch the formation.

He also saw smoke from the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans coming from behind. It seemed that these Qingzhou Yellow Turbans were very courageous. They knew that they had a numerical advantage and used their excess manpower to arrange supplies in the rear.

Lu Zhi nodded and secretly thought that the Qingzhou Yellow Turban had improved a lot this time than before. He was also secretly wary that the other party could also grow from the war.

But just doing this is far from enough. I, Lu Zhi, will make them understand why the only armed forces in the world are the Northern and Southern armies.

Finally, Lu Zhi glanced at the battlefield in the distance.

I saw groups of humans scattered on the frozen soil under the dark sky. In the northwest wind, yellow had surrounded a part of the crimson. But the crimson still stood there proudly, despite the yellow tide. It slapped but remained motionless.

And outside the yellow and red, there are countless corpses lying, some in yellow clothes, some in red clothes, some of humans, some of horses, and some of elk.

Lu Zhi took another look at the apricot-yellow flag of the Chinese army on the opposite side, as well as the staff that appeared and disappeared in the crowd, and finally let out a cold snort.

These two are probably the spiritual pillars of this gang of moth thieves.

After keeping this scene firmly in his mind, Lu Zhi ordered:

"Order, the Zhongshan soldiers move forward and flank the enemy on the right who is besieging the infantry school captain's headquarters."

"Order, Wei Jun soldiers move forward to meet Qingzhou Yellow Turban Zhang Rao's formation."

"Order, Zhao Guobing does not move. Wait for the follow-up order."

"Order, shoot the commander's troops forward and throw the thieves Zhang Rao's troops."

"Order, ride on a thousand men and attack the rear of the thieves Xu He's tribe."

Lu Zhi issued five military orders in an instant, and as the soldiers sent these five military orders to the generals of each department, the entire Han army's front line was boiling.

Afterwards, all the military flags and clan flags were raised high, and then first the soldiers of Zhongshan Kingdom and Wei County stood up, followed by a thousand archers with big yellow crossbows and hard bows moving in neat steps to Zhangrao

Opposite the department.

During the match, Zhang Rao reacted immediately when he saw the opponent's dispatch.

After that, the robes behind the Bu Shi held the big robes high, so that the robes in front could block the arrows of the Han army that followed.

The wind picked up.

That was not the natural wind, but the arrows fired by the thousands of Han army archers. They penetrated the air and scattered directly on Zhang Rao's formation.

The dense and powerful arrows directly bloomed blood flowers on Zhang Rao's formation.

With just one blow, hundreds of people in the Yellow Turbans of Pingyuan screamed.

It’s so terrifying. The bows fired by these Han army archers are not ordinary crossbows at all. Most of them are big yellow crossbows. This kind of military weapon can be distributed on a large scale to ordinary soldiers of the Han army. It is really amazing.

The elite shooting battalion of the Northern Army.

With that blow just now, the Yellow Turban Formation in Pingyuan fell into chaos. Because many grassroots military officers were directly killed by this round of arrows, no one stopped the chaos of the formation.

The Qingzhou Yellow Turbans are heroes, but they are also human beings. Just now, many robes were chatting and laughing with them, but the enemy died tragically in front of them under a round of arrows.

Who is not panicking? Who doesn’t want to retreat out of the opponent’s range?

But just when most of the Yellow Turbans were still hesitating, the second round of arrows from the opposite side had already been fired.

The sound archers opposite are all from the Han army's young warrior families, and they all have family fortunes.

Because the average family cannot support a yellow crossbow warrior. Only when there is no shortage of millet, vegetables and meat can one have the strength to pull the big yellow crossbow.

Precisely because archers all come from the family of little samurai, many of them have their own bad tastes. For example, some people like to engrave their names on arrows, and some like to hang bone flutes on arrows.

Especially the latter, after being shot out, when it penetrates the air, it will emit bursts of ghost-like howling sounds, which can greatly damage the morale of the enemy.

At this time, these arrows hung with bone flutes screamed like ghosts, and they hit the plain yellow turban's head like an iron-colored rainstorm, whose morale was declining. In an instant, another burst of blood bloomed.

Under the rain of arrows, most of the Yellow Turbans on the plains had already huddled on the ground by instinct. But there were still many Yellow Turban soldiers standing on the battlefield dumbfounded, looking at the continuous rain of arrows. It was the last scene they saw in their lives.

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On the side of the Han army, three thousand Weijun soldiers stood on their feet and looked up at the legendary Northern Army archers who were killing the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans. They raised their weapons and cheered loudly.

They hate these Yellow Turbans so much.

It is precisely because of them that these Weijun soldiers have no home and cannot return. Of course, the culprits are still those Taishan bandits, but as the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans from the same side, are they not guilty?

It’s no wonder that the three thousand Weijun soldiers were hateful. They had been informed by Handan authorities long ago that all their fields, houses, and houses in their hometown had been confiscated by Taishan bandits.

Some Wei Jun soldiers said that they had neither land nor houses, so the Taishan bandits could not take them.

Handan laughed at them, "Aren't the wives of your clan members property? Now they have been confiscated by the Taishan bandits. In short, they want to make these Weijun soldiers understand that the Taishan bandits are the enemies of all property owners."

With this kind of indoctrination, how can the soldiers of Wei Jun not hate the Taishan bandits and the Yellow Turban bandits to the core?

Now, with the support of friendly arrows, three thousand Wei Jun soldiers put on iron armor, lined up in a neat formation amidst the loud drums and horns in front of the formation, and pressed towards the broken Yellow Turban front formation in the plains.

The shooting of the Han army's archers lasted for about ten rounds, and more than ten thousand arrows were scattered on the yellow turban array in the plain, causing a cry of mourning.

In fact, these archers of the Han army can still shoot. These martial arts disciples have been practicing bowing since childhood, practicing countless days and nights just for this moment on the battlefield.

On average, they can fire a hundred arrows. The big yellow crossbow is laborious, but it can also fire fifty times. As for some more powerful top archers, they can fire a thousand arrows in a war. Of course, the bows they use are also much weaker.

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Although they could fire fifty rounds and the Han army had enough arrow vectors in reserve, the archers still stopped after ten rounds.

Because, these thousand archers are the decisive force in this war. But they can only fight for fifty rounds, and then their arms will bleed and they will lose their combat effectiveness.

Therefore, how to use these fifty rounds of shooting is what Lu Zhi wants to plan.

After ten rounds of covering fire, Zhang Rao's front line collapsed.

Zhang Rao's 8,000-man formation included 3,000 people in the front line alone. But most of these 3,000 people were unarmored and suffered heavy casualties from more than 10,000 arrows. The rest also lost heart and abandoned them.

The positions and weapons were running towards the rear.

But fortunately they still had sense and did not collide with the Jinan Yellow Turban formation behind them.

Seeing the tragic death of his hometown brothers in front of him, Zhang Rao was in agony, but he did not dare to move because the Han army's swordsmen and soldiers on the opposite side were pressing forward.

Those who pressed up were naturally three thousand soldiers from Wei County.

Under the banner with the word "Wei", they fiercely rushed towards Zhang Rao's troops whose formation collapsed.

These 3,000 soldiers of Wei County are very powerful in combat. They are elites trained by Zhang Ze, the former prefect of Wei County.

Zhang Ze selected the sons of good families in the county and trained them into an army using his tactics in Liangzhou. It was precisely with these three thousand tiger warriors that Yecheng was able to withstand the fierce attack of more than 100,000 Hebei Yellow Turbans that day.

If Lu Zhi had not misjudged the situation that day and transferred these three thousand elite soldiers to Handan, leaving Yecheng empty. It would not have been so easy for our Soaring General to capture Yecheng.

At this time, three thousand tigers and swords, with swords on the left and right, directly crashed into the chaotic Zhang Rao tribe.

Zhang Rao's formation was no longer in line, and the two sides immediately fell into a melee.

Generally speaking, the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans have always been good at single-player martial arts. Logically speaking, the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans are not afraid of such a melee.

But unfortunately, they were fighting alone, but Wei Jun's soldiers were in chaos.

They often formed a group of five people, either in a circular formation or in two formations, surrounding the Qingzhou Yellow Turban, using the larger number to fight against the smaller number.

Soon, the more Zhang Rao's men killed, the more chilled they became. The more chilled they were, the more they ran back.

Zhang Rao, who was in the middle army, gritted his teeth and ordered the thousands of yellow turban warriors and armored soldiers of the middle army to be sent up.

The yellow scarf warriors who had been resting since the beginning of the battlefield got up from Commander Qu's order and got up one after another.
To be continued...