All the thieves let out strange screams of "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!" This is called taking the lead and shocking the opponent with their momentum before the fight begins.
If you meet a timid person, just hearing this strange scream will scare you out of your wits.
The thieves clutched the weapons in their hands. The long-range weapon was naturally the hunting bow, while the three main types of melee weapons were the sword, the whistle stick and the sap.
The Song Dynasty banned martial arts and strictly restricted civilian weapons.
Unless bandits rob the county's weapons storehouse, the only weapons they can get are these types of weapons.
The famous "Pu Dao" is actually a hatchet plus a long stick.
After all, the hatchet is necessary for daily life and is not included in the list of forbidden weapons, so the hatchet is the weapon of choice when traveling in the world.
If you need to pass a customs, you will carry the hatchet on your back. When questioned, you will say that it is used to chop firewood.
When fighting is needed, the hatchet is fixed on a long stick, and it becomes a long weapon in an instant, greatly increasing its power.
Compared with the simple knives that were exploited by exploiting legal loopholes, whistle sticks are even more popular folk weapons.
The so-called whistle stick is a hole drilled in the top of a long stick, which will "whir" when waved to prevent sneak attacks from behind and give the victim time to react with early warning.
The sap is not so kind. A stick without holes is a sap. It makes no sound when you swing it. If you swing it down, it will kill someone.
In addition, most bandits have varying degrees of armor.
However, because the craftsmanship of armor is extremely complex, the bandits' "armor" can only rely on their imagination.
Tying a few wooden boards to the body is also considered armor, hanging a piece of broken iron is also armor. What's more, I invented "paper armor" by referring to "Wu Jing Zong Yao". Unfortunately, there is a lack of technical support. Is it armor or a "shroud"?
The benevolent sees benevolence and the wise see wisdom.
None of this matters!
From the perspective of the thieves and bandits, they could easily kill Zhao Huan just by relying on their huge numerical advantage.
The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred steps. Wang Ben, who had been lazily slouching, finally put on his helmet, gripped the long-handled ax with both hands, and assumed a fighting stance.
It's actually very simple, just stand still and don't move.
After all, wearing heavy armor, any unnecessary movements will cause unnecessary waste of physical strength.
The shouts of the thieves were clearly audible.
"Go to hell!"
"We have accepted Zhao Huan's head."
"Whoever kills Zhao Huan will be rewarded fifty taels of silver."
"When I marry a wife and have children, it all depends on your head."
Looking at the Wuyangyang bandits, Sun He's palms began to sweat. The moment the two sides came into contact, the situation became clear instantly, and Sun He's expression froze.
Wang Ben raised his long-handled ax and slashed down, killing a bandit on the spot.
The thirty brave warriors around were mostly repeating mechanical monotonous movements, not dodging or dodging, allowing weapons from all directions to attack them, relying on heavy armor to resist, and then the long and heavy weapons in their hands would strike every time they slashed.
There was a thief whose blood was spattered on the spot.
In just one breather, more than fifty thieves were killed on the spot.
A large number of thieves swarmed towards the daredevils like a wave, and were harvested like grass.
Arrows shot out one after another, hitting the brave warriors with a clanging sound. They were either bounced off the armor or drilled into small holes, leaving no harm to the brave warriors at all.
The simple sword came down from the top and struck hard on the brave warrior's head. There was only a "click" sound. The helmet only left some marks, and the inferior simple sword handle broke directly.
Compared with the simple sword, the whistle stick and the sap pose a greater threat to the warriors.
Just a little bit.
After all, as long as you are strong enough, whistle sticks and sap can be used as blunt weapons, but in the face of the long-handled axe, Yanyue knife, Phoenix mouth knife, eyebrow knife, mace, halberd...
There is a big question mark as to how many thieves can withstand the attack of long and heavy weapons and hit the brave warriors with sticks.
Both sides firmly believed that this battle would end quickly, and that was exactly the case.
There were more than a thousand thieves and bandits, but before they understood what was going on, they were attacked by the brave warriors and killed hundreds of them.
The speed at which the bandits' morale collapses is always worthy of trust.
From a fearless charge to an instant collapse and escape, it was just a few moments of breathing, not even an intermediate transition.
"This...this is a slap in the face!"
"Run!"
"I hit the iron plate. There is no need to fight. It is important to save my life."
Thirty brave warriors stood there, shoulder to shoulder, holding long and heavy weapons, like armored hedgehogs. Unless they were smashed directly with siege equipment, they were almost immune to any attack.
Even if they are the same heavily armored troops, if they want to defeat the Dare Warriors, they have to cut and consume each other face to face.
As for the various types of guerrilla cavalry that can be called the "art of war", forget it. Facing the formation of heavily armored soldiers, they just go up to deliver food.
Zhang Erhe stood not far away, listening to the shouts coming from the front, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.
"There are only so many people on the other side, how could they make such a loud wailing sound?"
"What's going on ahead?"
Facing Zhang Erhe's questioning, the tough bandit who reluctantly acted as a supervisor was so frightened that his legs became weak.
"Boss...Boss, withdraw. Although the other party has a small number of people, they can kill a hundred of us in one encounter..."
Zhang Erhe thought there was something wrong with his ears: "Are you talking nonsense to me?"
"How can I defeat a mere thirty people if I have thousands of people?!"
The gangster almost burst into tears: "If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"
At this moment, the mighty bandit army began to flee in all directions.
Zhang Erhe finally saw clearly the tragic situation in the battle area. Thirty brave warriors stood on the same spot without even moving their feet, while there were large bodies of corpses lying around.
A chill ran directly along Zhang Erhe's heels to Tian Qingqing.
"This...this..."
Because he was too shocked, Zhang Erhe stammered and was speechless for a long time.
If the morale of the bandits hadn't collapsed so quickly, Zhang Erhe had no doubt that these thirty people could easily kill the army of bandits that he was so proud of.
Sun He was equally shocked. Although he had been busy writing various military books recently, the shock of witnessing actual combat still caused Sun He's mentality to undergo earth-shaking changes.
He now finally understands why there are so many examples in history of defeating more with less.
The general Xiao led a group of elite soldiers to the extreme, and faced several times or even dozens of times the number of servants, he was really able to fight from start to finish...
Just when Sun He was in a daze, Wang Ben's shout suddenly came.
"Sun He, quickly bring the bow and arrows."
Only then did Sun He come back to his senses, and hurriedly took the soldiers with equally shocked faces to remove his bow and arrows and gave them to the brave warriors.
The next moment, Sun He saw what it means... to cross the Yang with a hundred steps.