"Dajing." Liu Qishi saw Guo Dajing and waved his hand vigorously.
Although he was busy fighting, he could not find Guo Dajing's hiding place. But Liu Qishi knew that he was responsible for those explosions, and that it should be Guo Dajing who shot the prisoners.
Guo Dajing waved his hand as a greeting. Before Liu Qishi came over, he pointed to the battlefield in the city, bent down to pick up a "Tribulus Pottery Bomb", and ran down the city from the other side of the footpath as fast as flying.
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This was the "Tribulus Pottery Bullet" that was deliberately shown to Liu Qishi. It was originally owned by Longchuan City and was a weapon used to defend the city.
The so-called "Tribulus bombs" are throw-type landmines. The outer shell is made of rough pottery and has many bald thorns on it, like tribulus. When it explodes, it can increase the lethality and is generally used when defending a city.
Obviously, this is a city defense weapon that North Korea imitated from the Ming Dynasty. It is not in large quantity and is relatively old.
Because of North Korea's lax armament, it's hard to say whether this thing can explode or not. It can be thrown casually on top of the city and become a waste, or it can be used as a stone to hit the enemy.
When Liu Qishi saw the caltrop pottery bullet, he understood clearly and knew that Guo Dajing had used it to cause chaos in the Jianlu cavalry.
Believe it or not, this is the only explanation.
As for you to experiment with tribulus clay bombs, who would have the leisure to do so?
Besides, whether it explodes or not can also be attributed to luck. If you are unlucky, who can blame you?
Guo Dajing's meaning is very clear. Anyway, even if he confesses that he has any personal space, others will not understand.
In fact, there are still some tribulus pottery bombs in the city, which were put away by Guo Dajing and planned to be modified when he had time. The material of these things is much better than bottles and cans.
Liu Qishi cleared up his doubts and understood what Guo Dajing meant. He shouted to his men: "Come on, follow me to kill the enemy."
Everyone shouted in response, feeling that it was only a matter of time to capture Longchuan, and their confidence soared.
Guo Dajing acted alone and did not want people to see the hunting crossbow he was using. As for the clay bombs he was carrying, he put them into his space when he got out of the city, just to hide them from others.
The main street should be where the fiercest fighting takes place. If our troops attack successfully, they can rush to the north gate, which is equivalent to cutting off the enemy in the city from escaping to Yizhou north.
As for escaping from the east and west gates, the Dongjiang Army had limited strength and did not have the arrangements to completely annihilate the enemy, so they could only let it be.
On the city, Guo Dajing made a judgment, so he hurriedly put on the uniform of the Dongjiang Army while running, and went straight to the main street battlefield.
Swords and guns were scattered on the streets, and blood spread on the snow, all black in the dim night. Corpses fell miserably on the ground, and wounded soldiers were screaming.
In front of them was the battle group, with bows and arrows flying back and forth, and the occasional roar of muskets, shouts of killing, and shouts mixed together.
Guo Dajing ran to grab the wall and climbed up from a broken wall. Then he jumped on the roof, stepped on the tiles, and moved forward along the uneven roof ridge and eaves.
On the house, there was snow on the top of the wall, so Guo Dajing had to be careful. After zigzagging for dozens of meters, he finally saw the battlefield more than fifty meters away.
There were two to three hundred Jianlu, shaved men, and more than 500 Dongjiang troops fighting in the main street. Arrows were flying, guns and knives were clashing, and every moment someone fell, was injured, or died.
Guo Dajing crouched behind the roof, quickly took out the crossbow and arrows, loaded the arrows, and aimed at the enemy in the distance.
"Kill, kill!" A Jianlu leader was fully armored, holding a shield in his left hand and a bloody scimitar in his right hand, roaring like a bear, "Those who retreat will be killed without mercy!"
The shaved man could no longer hold on any longer, but there were vicious Jianlu who urged him to kill him, so he could only resist with all his strength.
The roar suddenly stopped, and the Jianlu's head jerked back, with half an arrow cluster appearing on his face, and he suddenly fell off his horse.
Guo Dajing drew the arrow as quickly as possible, aimed at the enemy again, and pulled the trigger.
If you kill one more Jianlu, your side may have fewer casualties. Standing high, with a powerful crossbow, and the blessing of a night vision scope, Guo Dajing can almost always hit the mark at this distance.
Ah! A Jianlu on horseback screamed, clutching the cluster of arrows on his chest, and fell down.
Arrow after arrow, seven or eight captives were shot down by cold arrows. They were all the ones who shouted loudest and most ferociously.
The enemy's momentum was curbed, and the morale of the Dongjiang Army was boosted.
Liu Qishi came to support from behind with one hundred and eighty men, and other Ming troops also began to intersperse and outflank the city, taking advantage of their strength.
Guo Dajing stopped and took aim at the Jianlu leader who was surrounded by soldiers behind the enemy.
As the defender of Longchuan, Garhuji had realized that the fall was a foregone conclusion.
Although they were still able to resist the enemy's attack on the main street, the shouts of killing in the city were extending from the side and developing behind it.
Obviously, the defenders in other places are being defeated and retreated by the enemy due to their lack of strength. In other words, the main force led by him will soon be surrounded and face attacks from all directions.
The opponent should also be the main force of the enemy, and Gar Pager still has some hesitation and luck. If he puts all his strength into a desperate blow and defeats the enemy on the opposite side, is it possible to turn the tide of the battle?
He raised his horse's head forward and wanted to observe the battle situation carefully in order to make a final decision. If he wanted to retreat, he could still escape from the north gate that had not been occupied by the enemy with his war horse and riding skills.
Guo Dajing did not know the generals of Jianlu. They were all wearing armor, so it was not easy to recognize them.
But killing and beheading on the battlefield generally does not depend on conspicuous clothing. It depends on the person's demeanor, the commanding officer's command, and the respectful salute of the people around him.
Gar Huji stands out among the Jianlu because of his behavior. If you don't pretend, you won't die. The more you pretend, the faster you will die.
In the scope, with the cross fixed on the head of the Gar pager, Guo Dajing gently pulled the trigger.
The cold arrow flew through the night sky like lightning, piercing the air, and shot hard into Gar Pager's cheek, and then emerged from the other side with a pointed tip.
Garhuji didn't even say a word before he was hit by the arrow and died. In vain of his experience in hundreds of battles and his superb martial arts skills. He didn't even know who the enemy was, so he went to see the King of Hell.
The soldiers were shocked, shouted in panic, helped the general up, and retreated.
Guo Dajing sneered and continued shooting, carrying out his sniper attack.
With the general's life and death unknown, and casualties increasing, the strongest defenders finally broke the last string and began to retreat.
The retreat was unstoppable from the beginning, and soon turned into a rout, a rout, and finally a desperate escape.
The Dongjiang Army pursued the enemy with increasing momentum and louder shouts. Small groups of Ming troops continued to come from the streets and alleys, defeating the enemy from the side, and then joined the pursuit.