Mud water dripped from his eyes. Wang Zenglu stood up quickly and protected the water-soaked shield in front of him again. As a former field husband, the feeling of mud wrapped under his feet was not unfamiliar at all. The sword and shield soldiers around him had already stood firm.
Head towards the side of the rogue in the paddy field.
There were two screams on the official road, and the battle had broken out. Spears were stabbed quickly. The bandits in the front row who were caught off guard rushed to fight. There was nowhere to dodge on the narrow official road. Two bandits were stabbed in the torso by spears, and the spearheads were quickly withdrawn.
Blood mist spurted out from the wound, and the two men immediately fell to the ground. The fierce attack of the spearmen made the rogues panic, and they retreated back. However, the backs were crowded with mounts and newly arrived people, and the official road was crowded and chaotic.
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A fierce sword and shield hand was still resisting on the spot. He quickly raised the shield in his hand before the spear thrust. The two spears violently hit the shield. The wooden shield with two layers of cowhide shook violently, and the upper part was violently shaken.
It hit him on the shoulder blade, and a spearhead penetrated the wooden shield, revealing a sharp tip on the back.
The shield-wielding bandit immediately became the target of concentrated attacks. His shield was pierced by a spear. The spearman pulled back desperately, dragging his shield away from his body. He was unable to move flexibly. In his panic, he did not think of discarding it.
Shield escape.
"from the side!"
Wang Zenglu looked up at the official road and shouted anxiously. The longer the official road was exposed, the greater the casualties. He needed to attack quickly, but in the fierce battle, the seven garrison spearmen were already in extreme tension.
No one heard Wang Zenglu’s cry, and no one remembered the key points of the attack. The training of ten and five hundred times a day only allowed them to form the muscle memory of assassination, which was to repeat one action over and over again to assassinate the shield hand.
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Soon, two spears from the side pierced his shoulders and thighs. The rogue howled, and his left hand holding the shield tightened. The spear was still stuck in the shield, as if it was being dragged by the spearman.
The shield had lost its function, and a spear penetrated his abdomen from the side. The shield-hand raised his head and screamed, his left hand was released and he fell to the ground. Blood instantly poured onto the road.
"Continue the attack!"
In the paddy field, Wang Zenglu stepped on the mud and followed the spearman forward. The shield in his hand protected the side and directed the spearman to attack forward.
Seven spearmen formed the front, and more than 300 garrison soldiers were connected end to end on the official road. There were already more than a thousand rogues on the opposite side, but they only fought in this small front.
The people behind had already surged up, and the seven spearmen in the front row could only move forward regardless of whether they wanted to or not.
Several bows and arrows flew from the side and hit the outside spearman. Most of them hit the chain mail and fell. Two of them broke through the lock ring, but they exhausted their energy and hung on the body after a little penetration. The spearman was nervous.
Without realizing it.
With the time that the shield-bearer bought, the chaos of the rogue bandits behind them calmed down a bit, and under the command of a commander, three or four spearmen were discharged, holding spears of different lengths and line guns.
The attacking garrison soldiers received the threat of the opponent's spears, and their speed immediately slowed down. The two sides stabbed each other with spears from a distance. The rogue spearmen waved their spears and line guns, and slapped the garrison camp's spears horizontally, causing the garrison spearmen to
Unable to attack, the official road was filled with the sound of gun barrels snapping.
The bandits from the back row shouted several times, and two iron bones flew out from between the shoulders in front. After two muffled pops, a spearman from the front row garrison fell to the ground, and another spearman was hit in the shoulder.
, the attack capability was also greatly reduced, and both sides stopped at the battle line.
One person fell in the front row, and one person was added to the back. The fallen people were piled on top of each other, and the blood on the official road overflowed everywhere, with patches of red floating in the turbid muddy water.
The attack momentum of the garrison camp came to a halt, and some bandits holding line guns in the rear squeezed through the horses and rushed to the front for reinforcements.
Above Wang Zenglu's head, the arrows from both sides crisscrossed with the sound of wind. The archers in the garrison camp were farther away and lacked training. Most of them could only reach the level of long-range shooting, but they still contained the rogue bandits on the field ridge.
The number of arrows fired by the rogue bandits has been greatly reduced, but at this time the garrison battalion is crowded on the official road, and most of them have no armor. As long as they shoot casually over there, they will definitely hit the target. One after another, spearmen fall down.
On the official road, there was a large splash of water. In the second round, the outer queue suffered heavy casualties. The rear row was constantly replenished, and the queue was already a lot shorter.
At this time, if he paused for a moment longer, he would have to pay more casualties. Wang Zenglu was anxious. He could not see the three flag captains in his field of vision, and he could not effectively issue orders on the crowded and noisy official road.
"Javelin!"
Wang Zenglu howled loudly at the sword and shield soldiers around him. The sword and shield soldiers who heard this took off the javelins on their backs and threw them at the bandits on the official road.
The javelins flew toward the official road one after another, and several bandits fell down in response. There was no need to aim on the crowded official road. Just like bows and arrows, as long as they were thrown, they would definitely hit. The javelins had ferocious lethality against the bandits who were not protected by armor. The fallen bandits
The rogues were struggling on the ground. After throwing their javelins, the sword and shield soldiers came to the front of the official road and swung their swords at the rogues' legs. The rogues were condescending and chopped down the shields. The defense line was in chaos.
Someone was commanding on the road, and the chaos in the rogues' defense line allowed the spearmen of the garrison battalion to fight with more and fewer, killing two people in one attack. The hastily organized defense of the rogues collapsed again, and the remaining three rows of rogues were in a mess, crowded.
After retreating, the horses blocked the retreat, and the bandits pushed each other to grab the passage to squeeze into the horses.
Wang Zenglu breathed a sigh of relief, removed his shield and looked over the edge. The rogue archers on the field ridge also discovered that the front line was disintegrating, and fled back to the official road. However, due to the retreat of the front line, the horses were frightened and retreated. The official road was already very crowded.
Those archers could not escape for a while and blocked the junction between the field ridge and the official road. Some of them jumped off the paddy field and fled north, while the fierce ones drew their weapons and went forward to fight the sword and shield soldiers.
These archers from the north had little experience in paddy fields. They moved slowly, but had more fighting experience. They fought hard with the sword and shield soldiers, and water splashed everywhere.
More bandits from behind came down the official road and moved forward with difficulty from the paddy fields. Without Wang Zenglu's order, soldiers from the rear garrison camp also kept leaving their troops and jumping into the paddy fields. The battlefield gradually expanded to both sides of the official road.
But Wang Zenglu remembered Pang Yu's order. The most important thing was still the official road. As long as the resistance on the official road was broken, the bandits in the paddy fields would be cut off from their retreat. Wang Zenglu shouted to the spearmen on the official road, "Continue the attack!"
The spearmen already had the upper hand on the road, using their spears to stab the bandits who were unable to escape. The official road was filled with screams and blood, and the corpses of the bandits were already covered with that section of the road.
Screams resounded through the official road, and the crowded horses began to stir. This smart and timid animal had already sensed the danger. Horses neighed one after another. A gray horse was squeezed to the point where it could not stand steadily and fell with a crash.
Entering the paddy field, I stood unsteadily in the mud, struggling in panic and splashing with large splashes of water.
At this moment, Wang Zenglu saw on the official road ahead, a bandit in blue arrow-jacket stood up in his stirrup and looked around, then howled a few times, and knives and axes were waved behind the horses, and then blood drops flew into the air.
The herd of horses exploded in an instant, and the docile horses turned into frightened horses and fled southward desperately.
Chaos spread among the horses, and dozens of horses collided in panic. The bandits who were preparing to reinforce the front line were instantly swallowed up. More horses on the outside were squeezed out of the official road and fell into the paddy fields to struggle desperately.
The crowded horses trampled over the bodies of the bandits and stumbled towards the spear formation. Facing these five to six hundred kilogram animals, the soldiers in the front row retreated in panic. Facing the spears in front of them, the horses in front
He desperately tried to dodge to the side, but was pushed wildly by the horses behind him, and finally ran into the spear array.
The tip of the spear penetrated the horse's body, and the spear shaft snapped. The horses screamed fiercely and crashed into the crowd. There was a continuous sound of impact and fracture. The powerful kinetic energy of the horses was released on the contact line, and the horses and men stacked up into chaos.
In a group, the horses and people behind them were pushed and fell into the paddy field.
Wang Zenglu was stunned. He had no experience with horses. He didn't expect that the bandits could come up with such an idea. Faced with the chaos in front of him, he couldn't think of any way.
In the second game, there were only about thirty people left on the official road. There were heavy casualties in the front, mixed with the horses, and they could collapse at any time. In the rear were the pacification team supervising the battle and the remaining people in the first game. Their spears had been released.
Wang Zenglu had no doubt that they would kill all the defeated troops and the second game would be over.
At this moment, a voice sounded from the official road, "Stay on the official road, or those who retreat will die!"
...The tragic sound of horses neighing kept coming. Wu Tat Choi's mouth was dry and his back was soaked with sweat. He didn't know how long he had been waiting. The sound of killing not far away was loud, and there were chaotic shouts on the official road outside.
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Guancheng must have sent troops to rescue. The fighting place was not far away, but Wu Dacai's angle was blocked by the opposite house and he could not see the situation to the south. Yao Dongshan in the opposite room had been looking southward in the crack in the wall, and this time he finally raised his hand
three fingers.
This was the gesture they used during their daily drills. When it was finally time to attack, Wu Tak Choi's mind went blank, his eyes only staring at those three fingers. He would rather rush in and kill earlier than waiting and thinking like this. He stood up a little and came.
After reaching Dong Ming's far side, he was ready to rush out.
Just as Yao Dongshan put away his finger, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the door. He was dressed in red and walking towards the horse, cursing. When he reached the door, he noticed something was wrong and stopped to look into the house.
, saw the garrison camp full of white short coats.
Neither side reacted. The bandit was barefoot and walked silently, and the ambush soldier in the garrison camp did not wear a fat jacket. He thought he was from his side, and looked back and forth at the faces of Wu Dacai and Dong Mingyuan with doubtful eyes.
"You..." After being stunned for a moment, the gangster subconsciously stretched out his hand and pointed at Wu Tac Choi in front of him.
There was a buzzing sound in Wu Tak Choi's head, and he suddenly shouted loudly. He rushed out of the door and attacked the bandit crazily with the shortened seven-foot spear in his hand.