Regardless of that dynasty or generation, it was basically forbidden to use crossbows but not bows and feathers, and it was forbidden to use armor but not swords and spears.

The reason is that the crossbow is strung in advance, has good accuracy, is powerful, and is difficult to defend against.

Armor, on the other hand, is more powerful. A soldier wearing armor is almost like a humanoid tank running rampant compared to a person without armor.

In this battle tonight, ten heavily armed Song soldiers faced off against nearly two hundred bandits from Zhao. At the cost of killing two people, they killed dozens of bandits on the spot. The killing made the other party scared. The most direct reason is that

The Song troops were all covered in armor.

You cut me with a knife, and there will be a spark, I will cut you with a knife, and send you to the underworld immediately.

If a person's family owns more than five pairs of armor, it would not be unfair at all to convict you of treason.

Although the opponent gritted his teeth, he was helpless.

I originally wanted to do one thing to strengthen my strength, but I didn't expect that in one battle, most of my strength would be lost. In the future, the bandits who carry this flag in Zhao will not be able to be called upon.

But I can only blame myself. I thought that the Song Army's combat effectiveness was about the same as that of the Zhao Army, and they only sent ten men to garrison in the wilderness of Huangxiao, so they wanted to take advantage.

Zhao Jun did not dare to do this. They would only huddle in the city. Even if they came out, they would come out in groups and vote in large numbers. There was no chance to take advantage of them.

The combat effectiveness of the Song Army is really very different from that of the Zhao Army.

In fact, what these bandits don't know is that in addition to their equipment, there are many institutional reasons hidden behind why these Song people are so powerful in combat.

This is beyond the comprehension of these bandits who cannot read a word of Chinese characters.

The bandits retreated slowly.

Bodies were left on the ground.

The sun has come out, and the flowing blood is slowly solidifying, and is slowly turning purple-black under the sunlight. Many mosquitoes fly from nowhere, buzzing on the purple-black, black mosquitoes.

There are lumps and lumps of water.

Watching the bandit walk away, the eight people standing back to back finally felt their legs weaken and sat down on the ground in unison.

Not only physically, but also mentally, they have reached a limit.

In the face of a formidable enemy, he was still able to support himself, but as soon as the enemy left, he completely relaxed.

At this time, Zhang Ren felt that there was no pain anywhere in his body.

The damage caused by the guns, knives, and sticks that had just been stabbed into the body finally became apparent.

Lao Shi was lying sprawled on the ground, not caring that the place where he was was prickly with blood, and he didn't even bother to notice that the headrest of a bandit was the headless corpse of a bandit. By Zhang Ren's ears, he could only hear Lao Shi.

A long wheezing sound.

After all, he is thirty-six or seventeen years old, which is much younger than someone in his early twenties.

"Zhang Xiucai, can you still crawl?" asked the old man.

"Okay!" Zhang Ren gritted his teeth and stood up.

"If they can still crawl, drag Wang Qinian and Zhou Yi into the house." Lao Shi said.

"Okay!" Zhang Ren got up and realized that except for himself, several other people seemed to be seriously injured.

"What are you looking at!" Lao Shi seemed a little angry, "If I had your physique, I would have killed all those guys long ago."

Indeed, Lao Shi is a full head shorter than Zhang Ren.

Zhang Ren, who is more than eight feet tall, is an outstanding presence in the entire battle camp, not to mention this.

Zhang Ren chuckled and felt that Lao Shichang seemed to be right.

"But you're not bad." Lao Shizhang lay there and looked at Zhang Rendao: "This is the first battle. Although the opponents are some unworthy bandits, you have exceeded my expectations. Lu Hedi

After a battle and killing people, my legs were like noodles, so I dragged them back."

"Boss, you can't hit someone in the face!" Lu He, who was also lying on the ground, said dissatisfiedly.

Wang Qinian died, and so did Zhou Yi.

But Lao Shichang, Lu He and the others did not feel too sad.

Over the years, there have been welcomes and farewells, and in every war, familiar brothers will leave.

To them, these things are too ordinary.

People are always going to die.

It just depends on whether death is worth it.

There is nothing to be sad about,

Maybe, next time, I will be the one who dies.

If a person dies, he will look up to the sky, but he will not die for tens of thousands of years.

Zhang Ren dragged Wang Qinian's body into the house.

He was a little better, but his face was frighteningly white.

Zhou Yi was a bit miserable, his head was completely invisible.

Putting the two of them on the Datongpu, Zhang Ren bowed. When he walked out, he suddenly found that the faces of the brothers outside seemed ugly.

The old man had turned over and put one ear on the ground.

"What's the matter?"

The old chief looked at Zhang Ren, suddenly smiled and said: "Zhang Xiucai, I will give you a task."

"What?"

"Get on your horse and rush back to the station as fast as possible. Tell General Zhong that the enemy is coming." The old commander pointed to the only horse under the hay shed on one side.

"Where did the enemy come from?" Zhang Ren was stunned.

"It's coming soon, no, it's already here!" Lao Shichang shouted angrily: "Go quickly, get on the horse, run back as fast as you can, don't look back."

Zhang Ren also felt that the ground was shaking, and then he saw that where the sun was rising in the distance, a black line appeared on the horizon, blocking the red sun that had just revealed an arc.

That's the enemy's cavalry.

"Let's go together!" he shouted: "Get up quickly and run together!"

"Run away!" Lao Shi sighed deeply: "If we are not injured and have enough strength, of course we will run. There is a river less than ten miles away from us. You can escape by jumping into the river.

Oh my God, how can we run away now? I have been in the army for ten years and have killed many people. I have suffered many injuries on my body, but there is not a single part of me that was slashed from behind when I was escaping."

"What an old man!"

"Get out!" Old Chief shouted angrily: "When you become a high official in the future, don't forget to take care of the descendants of our old brothers. Get out of here, do you want to die with us?"

Zhang Ren raised his head and looked at the cavalry rolling in from a distance. Not only were there the Zhao army, but there were also the flags of the Liao army. The bandits who had just escaped from them were now running for their lives, but they were seized by those people.

When they caught up, they killed them one by one. Some of them were thrown into rope nooses by the Liao people, and then their horses galloped. The people in the ropes were released into the sky like kites.

Zhang Renyi gritted his teeth, ran over to untie his horse, got on his horse, and turned around again, only to see Lao Shichang and the others supporting each other and walking toward the earthen house.

"While running, take off your armor at the same time, so that the horse can run faster!" Lao Shichang shouted loudly.

"I know!" Zhang Ren responded loudly with a cry in his voice.

In the earthen house, Lao Shichang patted the bodies of Wang Qinian and Zhou Yi lying on the bunk, and said with a smile: "We came out in one place, and we have to be buried here in the same place today."

He turned back and looked at the people around him and said, "You don't have any objections to me asking Zhang Xiucai to run, right? There is only one horse, and whoever can ride it and run has the greatest chance of surviving."

"No objection!" Lu He said with a smile: "We are just such a rough man, it would be a pity that the scholar is dead."

The old chief nodded and said: "I am also particular about this. Although Zhang Xiucai is of high birth, he has no airs. He gets along well with us and does not look down on us. This guy started fighting and is now a good fighter.

"As long as people like this don't die, they will be promoted sooner or later. We are all just idiots. What can we do if we escape? Can we help other brothers farm their families?"

Several people in the room laughed.

"Xiu Cai Gong has escaped. When he becomes a high official in the future, he will not forget that it was our brothers who gave him the chance to live today. When the time comes, he only needs a little help, and our descendants will become prosperous.

At least you have enough food and clothing! Do you understand what I mean?"

"Boss, we have listened to you for so many years, and of course we will listen to you now."

"It's okay if you don't listen, the enemy is coming." He came to the window and took a look, and Lao Shi cursed: "Ge Laozi's and the Liao people. Damn them, brothers, fight with them!"

The rumble of horse hoofs was heard, and a flying catch flew out and landed on the adobe roof. Then with laughter, the thatch on the roof disappeared, and soon even the beams were torn away.

Lao Shichang remained unmoved, raised the divine arm crossbow in his hand, raised it, and fired.

There was a crash, and a cavalryman fell off his horse.

The sound of Liao Qi's shouts and curses could be heard outside.

"Damn it, do you really think that I'm a fool? I'm also responsible for Xiao Bo's beheading!" Mr. Lao Shi said proudly. He stretched out his hand, and someone behind him handed him a well-strung divine arm.

crossbow.

Aim and shoot.

Another horse fell off the horse.

Then came a storm-like counterattack.
To be continued...