"Yes, when I was in the academy, I had a duel with a scholar from Eastern Xia and obtained the method of setting up a strange formation called House of Flying Daggers. After I improved this formation, as long as it is activated, it can be
If you use the essence and blood of a person with dragon energy, you will not be afraid of the very strong blood evil energy on the battlefield, but it will still take effect, but it must be used at night."
"Once this strange formation is put into operation, it will be able to continuously create tireless and painful earthen puppets when it gets dark. With such a new force at the front to bear the pressure, why not worry about not being able to hold on until dawn?"
Lu Yu looked at the deputy commander of the army, Shi, and said calmly:
"Yu Qi, how much strength do we have left to fight now?"
Yu Qi can be regarded as Lu Yu's confidant. Hearing this, he said:
"Returning to the king, we now have one hundred and thirty-seven elite snake-eating soldiers under our command who are capable of fighting. They all have venomous fangs... Because the generals who attacked are so fierce, we can only rely on their venomous fangs.
They all came to resist, so there were only 26 people left, 51 cavalry, 86 Mr. Lin's elite archer guards, and 381 strong men who could be mobilized to fight.
There are still 834 women, children, old and sick people in the auxiliary army."
Lu Yu was silent, but the knuckles holding the handle of the chair were already turning white! This is enough to show that his mood is definitely not as calm as it seems on the surface. Yes! His hard work has actually withered.
Such an extent! Prince, Queen, you two bitches, when I board the David, your life will be worse than death to relieve the hatred in my heart!
Lin Fengjin suddenly said at this time:
"Where are the wounded?"
Yu Qi seemed to be an old man from the Military Affairs Office, and he answered eloquently:
"Replying to Mr. Lin, we still have 534 wounded snake-eating elites, and there are only 11 wounded in the Venomous Fang City. They often choose to die with the enemy. Very few can be saved, and yours
There are thirty-four wounded in the guard, and one hundred and thirty-eight among the able-bodied men. And thanks to the magic that Mr. Lin used before, it is expected that if it can be delayed until dark, the injured who can return to the team with some recovery of combat strength will probably be recovered.
About fifty people."
Lin Fengjin nodded and sighed:
"These more than 500 wounded people from the Snake-Eating Army, plus the more than 2,000 wounded people I left behind in the supply camp, and the partial division that went to assist the Imperial Tomb, they are the seeds of future reconstruction!
Lu Yu stood up at this time and said:
"If we persist until dark, there will have to be at least two more cavalry countercharges. I can still insist on leading the charge once... ugh."
Lu Yu's long sigh really felt a bit like a tiger being bullied by a dog in Pingyang, or being tricked by a shrimp in the shallows of Longyou. At this time, the Xirong side was also at the end of its war effort, and each organized offensive only had six or seven hundred people.
In normal times, how could six to seven hundred people be seen in Lu Yu's eyes? He rode a sweat-blooded demon horse and easily dispersed with thirty or forty riders. How could he be as calculating as he is now?
Lin Fengjin shook his head at this time, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes:
"The king's charge should be reserved as a last resort to prepare for any emergencies."
Lu Yu muttered:
"you mean?"
Lin Fengjin said coldly:
"As long as we act tougher, the enemy will be frustrated when they encounter a huge counterattack. Thinking about poor visibility at night, the power of my guards' archery will inevitably be greatly reduced. And when it comes to night,
, with the earthen and wooden puppets standing in front as bait, then the strong men in our hands at this time can naturally use them as consumables, and let them climb up in the next time regardless of casualties!
"
As the saying goes, kindness does not control the army. Although Lin Fengjin's words were harsh, no one present felt anything was wrong. It was Lu Yu who exchanged the lives of a hundred civilians for a snake-eating elite.
I'm afraid everyone is willing!
***
The ensuing battle was indeed extremely fierce. The Northern Qi army, which had originally been repelled, suddenly changed its temper and instead clung to the fortress wall. It seemed that every inch of land must be fought for. However, in this case, the front
If someone resists, it will naturally be the turn of the archers who have the advantageous position on the archery towers and crenels to show off their power.
The remaining dozens of archers from the Sanli Division are all elites who were eliminated from the waves and fought for the rest of their lives. However, the effect of Lin Fengjin's Fierce Mountain Sacrifice lasted for twenty-four hours, and among them was the rapid
Restoring this item, and before leaving, these archers were equipped with standard bows made by the Northern Qi Ordnance Supervisor. It can be said that they are high-quality weapons allocated to officers, so the damage rate is extremely low. These factors
Taken together, once they occupy the advantageous terrain from a high position, arrows will rain down like rain, and the casualties will be extremely heavy.
Of course, compared with the archers' annihilation of the enemy, the pressure of defending the fortress wall is much greater. The enemy has attacked and defended so many times, and it is clear where there are gaps and where it is convenient to deploy troops. Many times, they are completely
Taking human lives to fill it.
Around a gap, extremely bloody situations often occur, and both sides are actually losing blood quickly. The difference is that the Northern Qi side suffered heavy casualties in the tug-of-war at the crenel, while the Xirong side suffered heavy casualties from the archers.
The shooting left a mess of casualties.
This meat grinder-like battle lasted for about a cup of tea, and the Xirong people finally withdrew first.
Shen Can's heart was bleeding! He was a bystander. At this time, the Northern Qi side pushed the strong men and auxiliary soldiers to the front line to carry them to death, and these strong men were originally rescued from the death row, and they knew very well what was waiting for him.
What is their fate! Living for so long is already a profit, not to mention that now there is a chance to get someone to accompany you on the road? So most of them are brave and not afraid of death, and can withstand the attack.
However, in this stalemate, those archers who fired recklessly at the archery towers and crenels only took the lives of their elite subordinates!
The other party is equivalent to exchanging the lives of strong men who have not received any training as sergeants for the lives of the elites under their command. Not to mention one for one, even one for ten is a big loss!
Shen Can is not pitiful, but because he is not Lu Yu and is a prince. Even if he wants to rebuild the Snake-Eating Army, the Ministry of War dares to neglect him in the slightest? Does it dare not to respond to every request?
Although Xirong seems to be a feudal country, its system is not as tight as that of Northern Qi. There are many hills inside, and at least half of the army is private. It is also quite similar to the intrigues between the Eight Banners leaders in the early Jurchen period.
Once Shen Can is here and even his personal soldiers are disabled, his strength will be reduced by more than half. His voice will even become mute when he speaks in the family, and his orders will no longer work. These personal soldiers of Shen Can will not work.
, he has to bear at least half of the expenses. In this case, no matter how stressed Shen Can is, he can't help but think about his future.
In short, Shen Can is no longer looking for a quick victory. He can win after a one-day siege, and he can win after a ten-day siege. What's more, as long as it gets dark, the current situation will inevitably be reversed. Is it possible that just one person in this area will win?
When the time comes, the cooked duck will fly away?
However, Shen Can was also cunning. Although he had already made up his mind, he still called back the three remaining warriors who were fighting bloody battles in the front and asked for their opinions.
He threw the two tattered maces, grabbed the wine jar in front of him and drank heavily. He farted a few more times, the stench was overwhelming, but he said in his mouth that he could do as he was told.
Faced with the wild boar's heroic performance, Tuo Tuomu and Xavili were very embarrassed and stayed away. They are both prudent people. They witnessed the tragic death of Baili and Tan Fengsha, and they all agreed on Shen Can's mature decision.
I applauded, so the matter was settled.
Little did they know that this decision really played into Lin Fengjin's hands!
***
In the air filled with the rich smell of blood and gunpowder smoke, Lin Fengjin suddenly smelled a hint of cooking smoke. He couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and then he walked out and whistled.
Soon, a member of the Sanli tribe came to Lin Fengjin, knelt down devoutly, kissed the back of Lin Fengjin's feet and said:
"What orders do you have, Master?"
At this time, both Lang Tu and Chi Bili were seriously injured and sent to the wounded barracks at the back. Lang Tu brazenly killed three of the thirteen thieves around Tuo Tuo Mu, but this revealed a unique trait.
The big flaw was caused by Tuo Tuomu's knife-throwing technique. An ear was chopped off and he was stabbed in the face. Fortunately, it was not fatal and his eyes were not hurt.
Chibili set a trap to assassinate Xavili, but after being discovered, he just killed a seductress next to Xavili, ate two thunderbolts, and burned all his hair and beard.
, there were burns all over his body, and what was even more horrifying was that the little finger and ring finger on his right hand were completely burned and probably could not be saved.
At this time, the clansman kneeling in front of Lin Fengjin was called Wangxi. He was the man who succeeded Langtu and Chibili to command the remaining three miles of personal guards. Although his strength was average, Lin Fengjin was interested in nothing else.
His loyalty.
Lin Fengjin said to Wangxi:
"What changes ahead?"
Wangxi said:
"Before a pack of cigarettes, the enemy retreated, and then they just sent out some archers to shoot at us. They are probably gathering energy to prepare for the next wave of battles."
Lin Fengjin waved his hand and strode forward. He walked up to the fortress wall and took a look. He couldn't help but sigh slightly: In the short half hour, only a hundred or so of those strong men died.
It can be seen that the previous battle was brutal, and it was Lin Fengjin's decision that pushed them into the abyss of death. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!