The military formation was settled, and the knights stood up to watch the fight.
Shamoko claimed to be the King of Wuxi Barbarians, and his strength was indeed not weak. He used no less than two thousand troops just to destroy a mountain barbarian tribe. At this moment, two thousand ferocious warriors had already attacked from multiple directions around the camp. The offensives in both directions were particularly fierce, and many barbarian warriors had rushed into the camp. This was obviously a carefully planned action plan, and the grasp of the time nodes of each department was accurate. However, the things that could be recognized by Lei Yuan ended here.
Most of the barbarians with broken hair and faces were thin and looked like ghosts, and their clothes were ragged and dirty, which was no different from what Li Zhen described yesterday. The hard labor in the county town can be understood as the miserable situation of the loser. However, the soldiers under the Barbarian King were the same, which made people shake their heads.
The barbarians shouted to the sky in the barbarian words that Lei Yuan and others could not understand, flocking to the sky, fighting wildly with fearsome courage.
They had no queues, no order, and they could not see who was the commander. The weapons they held were all kinds of and strange. Once the hostile sides contacted, they immediately tangled and mixed together. Inside the group, everyone was slashing and slashing wildly in the scattered state, and everyone was fighting alone. Lei Yuan didn't even understand what they rely on to distinguish the enemy and me.
When the battle continued a little, their crude weapons were quickly damaged; Lei Yuan saw someone waving a wooden stick and fighting with bamboo poles, and then squeezed out the strength from his thin body, constantly swinging fists, flying legs, biting, and then dying. So many people fighting wildly, giving people the feeling of being like a big pot of strange porridge cooked until boiling, constantly churning, rolling up the broken limbs, broken arms and blood deposited at the bottom of the pot, making the viewer feel dizzy.
Lei Cheng showed an incredible expression: "This Shamoke is known as the Barbarian King, and he has such subordinates under his command? Is this the way to fight?"
Lei Cheng wanted to laugh a little. He looked at Ren Hui and Shen Zhen, but found that their faces were a little heavy. Such an army and such combat method were very familiar to the eyes of these two people.
Shen Zhen shook his head, looking bitter: "Xiang Ming, you don't understand... You have never seen it. When the great wise and good teachers first started to fight, the Yellow Turban Army was like this. When human lives have no value and people have no expectations for living, they are like this. Do you think they are fighting? Each of them is just asking for death. These people are no longer humans, they are... real dead soldiers."
Ren Hui glanced at Shen Zhen and sneered, "It would be great if the Han people can't survive. And even if these Jing Man can't survive, they have to work hard for the coach Qu and the head man. They will die to death and become a pile of meat... What kind of death soldiers are they? They are not even as good as dogs!"
Lei Yuan sighed: "When I was a young man, I read the travel notes of the great scholars, saying that in the barbarian world, there are places where Han people can live in seclusion, including the traffic of the fields, the chickens and dogs, the yellow hair and the drooping hair, and the joy of being happy... In short, life is very comfortable. Now it seems that it is just a mess."
Li Zhen laughed loudly and said, "Little Langjun, where did you see such a ridiculous thing...comfortable? Yesterday we saw Shamoke and others, and they were decorated with gold and jade, and life was pleasant."
While the few people were talking, the barbarians who were trying to resist in the camp could no longer hold on. The weaker of them, including some of the elderly and women who were obviously temporarily armed, gradually gave up on the resistance and sat directly on the ground, allowing the enemy to saw their heads and necks back and forth with a rough knife, occasionally making a few miserable screams.
Only a few particularly tenacious people are still fighting. There are two or three hundred people, generally wearing leather armor or animal skins, holding iron blades, which should be the leader's close warriors. These people gathered together and repeatedly rushed outside the encirclement to try to break through the encirclement.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the encirclement circle was facing Lei Yuan's headquarters, and a small gap suddenly appeared.
So they rushed out.
The ecstasy of successfully breaking through has not yet subsided, and they then discovered the orderly queue of Lei Yuan's troops. This queue was blocking the necessary path to the east valley.
The dense military formation created by this strict discipline has a far more intimidating force than the chaotic large forces, but their pace only slowed down slightly, and they called out desperate calls and continued to rush forward.
"This gap appeared very timely. The Wuxi Barbarian King still wanted to test us." Lei Yuan smiled.
Last night, Lei Yuan thought that Shamoko would almost certainly initiate a temptation; and this deliberately relaxed gap may be just the beginning of a series of temptations.
The leader of the barbarian was both reckless and cunning. Like other barbarians, he regarded force as all his strength. The reason why his tribe left his hometown was due to the force of the Wuling Prefect Huang Gai, so he tried his best to find allies with the same force, and wanted to rely on the power of his allies to support his tribe. Now he placed his hope on Xuande Gong; but Lei Yuan could confirm that if Shamoke discovered that Xuande Gong was not as powerful as he imagined, he would bow to the Wuling Prefect without hesitation and be a good dog for flesh and bones.
Fortunately, Lei Yuan has sufficient confidence in the force of his clan tribe.
He even had the time to discuss with his subordinates: "Although it looks chaotic, in fact, the barbarians have their own way of command, perhaps from those who are wearing gorgeous belts? I saw them dancing repeatedly on the edge of the battlefield, and seemed to hear the matching whistle."
"That's right, if there is a large-scale battle with Jing Man, you must be careful with the archers and kill these people first." Ren Hui replied.
At the same time, the barbarians who broke through continued to approach.
They were delighted to find that the Han people's queue had not moved, and seemed to intercept them unintentionally, so they felt ecstatic. A leader shouted in panting and led the team to a slightly slash line, trying to pass through a passage below the slope.
Unfortunately, they were too happy too early. Lei Yuan only led 200 subordinates here because he believed that the importance of soldiers was the essence, not the number. Two hundred elite soldiers with complete military equipment and rich experience were the power of lions fighting against rabbits for barbarians. There were too many ways to solve the enemy in front of him. Lei Yuan not only wanted to win, but also wanted to win frankly, win beautifully, and convince Shamoko.
Lei Yuan raised his left arm and opened his five instructions. In the array of two hundred people, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded, and the soldiers immediately made corresponding adjustments according to his order.
When the barbarians approached a certain level, Lei Yuan waved his arm and fell: "Shoot."
After the order was issued, the sword, shield and spearmen in the front row squatted down together, revealing the hundreds of crossbow soldiers in three rows behind.
Chapter completed!