Attack for half an hour!
This is an order from above.
More than 6,000 men from Xiangcheng were divided into three groups, waiting cautiously to go into battle.
The first wave of two thousand people had already rushed forward.
The front row holds a large shield and holds a sword, followed by archers, and there are archers on both sides.
Sword, shield, and archers mostly come from the powerful tribes.
There are not many nobles in Xiangcheng, but there are still many powerful ones.
A group of people were lost during the melee among the kings, and another group was lost during Wang Mi's rebellion. Now these people are the last powerful people in Xiangcheng.
They don't want to fight and waste their capital.
The vacated fields and houses of powerful men who had died or migrated south were given to the Silver Spear soldiers.
These trackers and coolies suddenly became property owners from being penniless, so they rallied closely around Chen Hou and used force to coerce them into sending out their private troops, Qu Zhuangke, to fight for Chen Hou.
What do you feel? Nothing but sadness and anger!
This world is really not how people live!
Of course, they selectively forgot that it was Chen Hou who fought many battles on both sides of the Ru River and saved Xiangcheng from Wang Mi's poison.
People are forgetful, especially when it comes to their own fundamental interests.
The first batch of 2,000 people marched in despite the rain of arrows and clamoring.
Li Chong climbed onto a high platform and observed carefully.
"The arrows shot by the rebel army are a bit strange, as if they are out of strength." Qin San, the leader of the Yamen Army Building, said.
"What's weird?" Gao Yi chuckled and said, "At first glance, he is a new archer who has not been practicing for a long time. Maybe he used a hunting bow before and is not used to the hard bows in the army."
"Master Gao is right." Li Zhong said with a smile: "Wancheng is an important town in the country, and there are a lot of weapons in the arsenal. After they were captured by the thieves, they must have been distributed to each camp. The thieves don't have that many archers.
Even if you have a good bow, you don’t know how to use it. Just look at the training of the Silver Spear Army and you will know how difficult it is to become an archer."
Everyone nodded.
In fact, Chen Hou relied most on the imperial court for two reasons: money, food, and weapons.
Among the ordnance, the most in demand are various consumables, especially arrows and bowstrings.
Practicing foot bows consumes a lot of money, and the production of the craftsman camp in Guangchengze alone is completely insufficient and far from enough. In addition to the seizures on the battlefield, they mainly rely on the supplies from the court.
Without these daily expenses and a few years, you cannot produce a qualified archer.
The Silver Spear sergeant carries with him a bow tip, three sets of strings, and a quiver containing thirty arrows. The huge expenditure of the archer can be seen from this.
The thieves in front of them have obtained Wancheng's arsenal, but cannot effectively use those good things. They are really wasting natural resources.
While several people were talking, the first wave of men who rushed forward had already reached the outside of the camp, climbed over simple antlers made of branches, crossed the shallow ditch, and then put up a long ladder on the camp wall.
On the other side, there were people filling in the trench in front of the camp gate, setting up hooks, tying ropes, and starting to pull hard.
Casualties are inevitable during the entire process.
With such a dense crowd, the enemy could still gain something even if they didn't know how to shoot arrows.
The young people in Xiangcheng fell to the ground one after another, with blood flowing into rivers.
The first wave of two thousand people quickly retreated.
The Yamen Army quickly dispatched, captured the dozens of fastest runners, and beheaded them on the spot regardless of their identity.
The remaining young men were taken in and reorganized.
The second batch of 2,000 people followed soon after.
This time they pulled the camp gate to the ground, some of them climbed up the camp wall, fought with the enemy several times, and then collapsed again.
Then came the third batch.
They focused on attacking the camp gate that was broken, and once fought their way in, they were soon pushed back out by the enemy.
This group of people was not bad. After regrouping outside, they rushed over again, moved away the obstacles piled up by the enemy in front of the camp gate, and fought repeatedly. After a long time, their morale collapsed and they fled away - this wave of powerful people
It has a high level of organization, so it’s not surprising that it’s like this.
Half an hour had already passed, and with the sound of the trumpet, Xiangcheng Dingzhuang, who had suffered heavy losses, retreated to rest.
No more fighting today.
Those who survived cried with joy. For them, this might be the longest half hour in their lives. They could hear the sound of arrows piercing the air or the screams of their fellow villagers.
During the fighting at the camp gate, many people were fighting, their bodies were weak and weak, and they subconsciously wanted to escape. As a result, they were pushed forward. When they reached the enemy, they could not even lift their swords, and they were stabbed to death.
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The only meaning of their existence may be to consume some of the enemy's energy.
The faces of the Yamen Army generals on the high platform did not change, and they still watched calmly.
With almost no pause, the auxiliary soldiers from Luyang's field army began to charge and kill.
The first batch invested a total of 3,000 people.
They have a relatively strong will to fight and have certain rules. Officers above the rank of corps commander have leather armor, and they even have a small group of professional infantry archers.
When he rushed to the camp gate, he withstood the dense arrows and charged fiercely regardless of casualties.
There were piles of corpses inside and outside the camp gate, as well as many baggage carts, deer antlers and other obstacles. Both sides were unable to form a formation, and they were fighting with their own personal courage.
The screams were endless, and corpses were piled up at a staggering speed.
The battle lines keep moving inward.
Li Zhong, who was on the high platform, saw this and decisively threw in the second batch of 2,000 men. Following the gap created by the first batch of auxiliary soldiers, he rushed in with shouts.
The enemy also continued to mobilize troops to reinforce where the fighting was fiercest. For this reason, the defensive forces in other directions inevitably weakened.
At least, there aren't many reinforcements behind the camp walls.
Li Chongcai took advantage of the time and directly ordered Gao Yi and Zheng Dong, the leaders of the Yamen Army Building, to lead a thousand troops each to attack the east side of the bandit stronghold.
Qin San, the leader of the building, led a thousand soldiers to attack the west side of the bandit stronghold.
In this way, the east, north, and west sides were besieged, leaving only one place on the south side for the enemy to escape. The so-called "three towers and one tower" were surrounded.
The battle is getting more intense.
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Peng Ling, as the second batch of auxiliary soldiers to reinforce the past, followed the chaotic crowd and moved forward mechanically and numbly.
Corpses lay everywhere inside and outside the camp gate, it was too horrible to see.
Especially near several baggage trucks, the concentration of corpses was astonishing.
It seemed that some people wanted to remove these obstacles, but others tried desperately to stop them. The two sides fought repeatedly and continued to add human lives, and finally ended with the bandit army collapsing and giving up.
The shouts of death from the front suddenly became louder.
Peng Ling took a closer look and saw that it was the enemy general leading the elite soldiers who made a counterattack.
This group of people was ferocious and cruel, and well-equipped. Wherever they passed, they screamed and screamed in pain.
Blood splattered everywhere.
A human head rolled under his feet.
Arrows were flying around overhead, densely packed.
Peng Ling's expression didn't change much. He didn't want to live for a long time, and he didn't know why he came to fight this battle.
Forget it, for the sake of eating from Chen Hou for a few days, give him this life.
An arrow flew from ahead.
He didn't even blink and moved forward bravely.
The arrow passed through his ear, and a scream sounded from behind.
Peng Ling took the ring-headed knife and chopped it off the neck of an enemy soldier who was killing his own soldier.
Blood spurted out, and the enemy soldiers fell down without a word.
He stepped forward, found another target, and slashed it with the ring-headed sword.
To an outsider, his movements were unstructured, with huge gaps all over his body, and flaws everywhere. If an experienced player came over and calmed down, he could be killed with one move.
But on the battlefield, where is the chance for you to display your skills calmly and calmly?
Thousands of people were fighting together, everyone was shouting, their faces were twisted and full of ferocity, and they couldn't display their abilities even if they had the ability.
You have to be the kind of person who has gone through countless battles and has no regard for life and death, in order to calmly use his hard-earned skills to kill people in the most effortless and precise way.
Peng Ling has managed to ignore life and death, but he has no ability and only knows how to chop and kill.
Chop chop chop!
Kill kill kill!
Just treat this man as a dog officer, cut him down, and blood will cover his head and face. It's so happy, so happy!
Peng Ling even licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and the "sweet" taste made him laugh uncontrollably.
Cut your fucking ass off!
With another slash, the enemy's arm was broken off at the elbow.
Peng Ling frowned, not killing this dog official.
One more cut!
There seemed to be a stabbing pain in his lower abdomen, but he didn't bother to care. He chased after the enemy soldier who had broken his elbow, grabbed his head, and slashed with the knife, and more blood spurted out.
Peng Ling bathed in the blood intoxicatedly, feeling that the pores all over his body were opened, and he wanted to moan in comfort.
Killed another dog officer, so happy!
Not enough, not enough!
He pushed the corpse away and rushed towards the place where the enemy soldiers were most densely packed, laughing loudly.
Looking at Peng Ling who was covered in blood but still smiling, the enemy soldiers were as horrified as if they had seen a ghost.
Some people were so frightened that they peed and their bodies were so weak that they were about to fall to the ground.
"Poof!" The Huanshou knife struck his neck mercilessly.
The enemy troops not far away were in a commotion when they saw it.
When his troops saw him, their morale was greatly boosted. They followed Peng Ling one after another and marched in noisily.
"Ghost!" An enemy soldier threw away his equipment, turned around and ran away.
More people followed suit and dispersed to the rear and sides.
The morale of the soldiers of the field army reached its peak, and they swarmed up and chased the enemy and slashed at them.
At this moment, high-pitched killing sounds rang out from both the east and west sides of the camp.
The Yamen army, which had been recharging its strength for a long time, fought bravely.
The battle line only lasted for a stick of incense, and soon moved into the village.
The Yamen sergeants jumped off the camp wall one by one, then killed the enemy troops at the camp gate, opened the camp door, and allowed the robes from outside to come in.
At this point in the battle, there is no longer any suspense.
The thieves, who were attacked from many directions, had their morale plummeted, their fighting spirit dropped sharply, and they were at a loss.
After a while, the camp gate on the south side burst open, and a group of cavalry guards Hou Tuo and fled in a hurry.
"Hou Tuo is gone!"
"Don't leave, Hou Tuo!"
"Hou Tuo has left, why don't you surrender?"
The officers and soldiers shouted in unison while chasing down the enemy whose morale had collapsed.
Some people refused to listen and fled for their lives.
Someone abandoned his weapon and knelt down, begging for his life.
More people were running around and falling into hysterics.
But no matter what, the organic resistance is gone and the battle has entered its final stage.
Chapter completed!