The Holy Han Empire, April 28, the 29th year of Taiqian, in the wilderness of Saibei, Tucheng.
"Huhuhu——"
"Huhuhu——"
The spring breeze in the wilderness is as sharp as a hairbrush and scraping people's faces. If you put the iron armor on your body at this time, the skin and armor will stick to each other in a short time, and then you will tear it off and you will be left with bloody flesh.
Several Han soldiers couldn't bear the cold, so they looked around to see if there were any officers patrolling, and took the time to squat behind the wall stacks to take shelter from the wind. After a while, a burly man climbed up the city wall and saw the few veterans who were taking shelter from the wind. Running over in two or three steps, several soldiers were so frightened that they stood up quickly, only to be kicked to the ground.
This person is Wang Jian, the commander of the fourth formation of Yizi Camp, the 27th Regiment of the Holy Han Forbidden Army. He holds two purple gold hammers, clamped under his armpits, and looks around with a pair of big copper bell eyes. He stares at the low morale The soldiers couldn't help but cursed: "The dog barbarians are just outside the city. If you don't quickly open your eyes and stare at them, are you willing to sacrifice your heads to the enemy?"
The sergeants didn't dare to speak. They all lowered their heads, but felt quite dissatisfied in their hearts. Tucheng had been besieged by the foreign army for nineteen days. There were layers of corpses under the city. No matter how strong the people were, they couldn't help it at this moment. I was exhausted physically and mentally, not to mention that the 27th Regiment was just a temporarily expanded unit of the Forbidden Army, and many of them were rural soldiers or civilians a year ago.
Wang Jian looked around, but saw that the soldiers were still indifferent and ashen-faced. He suppressed his anger and turned to look into the distance. Three miles away, flags were fluttering in the wind, and tents were stretched one after another. They were the Wuhuan people. The camp of the foreign coalition led by Wang Jian. Naturally, Wang Jian understands the hard work of the soldiers, and he also knows the pressure on them. After all, no one can watch Paoze dying on the city for days with no hope of reinforcements. How can he face it calmly? But Wang Jian is even more aware of it. He understands that with just a little negligence, Tucheng will be conquered by foreigners, so he must be stricter with his men.
"Woo-wu-wu-"
Two miles outside the city, rhinoceros horn horns suddenly sounded in the alien coalition camp, and soon after, tens of thousands of alien soldiers rushed out of the camp.
Wang Jian shouted: "The dog barbarians are attacking the city, and the soldiers are ready to fight! I believe you, send an order to the army to report to your lord!"
"Here!"
"Ready for battle!"
"Come on!"
"Fight after fight..."
The Han soldiers greeted each other, set up round shields and spears, and some took the opportunity to eat two mouthfuls of cooking cakes and swallowed them with cold water.
"Uuuuuuuu——"
The three-foot-long rhinoceros horn issued a low and loud command again. This was an order for the aliens to attack. In an instant, thousands of alien sergeants in front of the city on all sides came to kill them. Their military uniforms were different, and even The weapons and blades are all different, and if you look closely, even the words on the flags are very different.
To the left and right of the enemy's main camp in the north are strong Wuhuan soldiers wearing leather armor. They are the leaders of this foreign coalition. However, tens of thousands of Wuhuan elites are standing still at this time, coldly supervising the movements of the servant armies of all races. Siege the city.
During the nineteen-day siege of the city, the leader of the alliance, the Wuhuan people, never sent a single soldier. However, as servants of the Wuhuan people, including the Yuezhi people, the Beiyi people, the Qiuci people, the Tartar people, and the Shengfan people, The Gaochang people and other servant armies of various ethnic groups consumed the energy and lives of the Han army one after another. The corpses under the Tucheng were bloody and smelly, and tens of thousands of people died.
The marshal of the Wuhuan army, Wuhuan Xiaowang Wu Liteng, was sitting on the throne of the bullock cart at this time, eating raisins leisurely while cold-bloodedly watching the servant army and the Han army fight to the death.
"Woo-wu-wu-"
At the sound of the attack horn, the Yuezhi people, one of the servants, carried a long ladder and a wooden shield and rushed towards the Tucheng. They screamed like ghosts and howls, and their eyes were full of determination and madness. They did not know that they were attacking the city this time.
, can I still return to my hometown, the Moon River?
In charge of the defense of the city wall on the west side, the military commander Ding Yi was in his forties. His long beard fluttered in the wind as he walked. He was known as the beard among the best in the army. Ding Yi immediately led the archers and the second formation.
When reinforcements arrived at the city, Wang Jian hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and Ding Yi nodded to express his understanding.
Wang Jian stood behind Ding Yi. Ding Yi took off his helmet and threw it to the soldiers. He looked out of the city with a sneer and blurted out: "Oh, it's the Yuezhi bastards this time! They haven't attacked Tucheng for several days.
Well, why do you have the courage today? Speaking of which, I have only seen them these days, so I miss them a bit."
The rest of the people chuckled. In the cold spring, "white mist" appeared on the slightly curly hair of the military commander Ding Yi. The generals around him watched with admiration as the military commander puffed up...
Military Marquis Ding Yi has been in charge of Yizi Camp for nine years. He has a beautiful beard, leopard head, and tiger eyes. He is tall and tall, wearing fish scale armor and a red cloak. He holds a mace and stands on the tower like a god of war. The sergeants saw the Marquis.
So calm and relaxed, they were immediately confident, and each of them grasped their swords, spears and spears and prepared for battle.
The messenger came forward and reported: "Sir, the dog barbarian still has nine hundred steps."
Ding Yi nodded again and put one foot on the wall. He looked at the Yuezhi people who were rushing towards him from afar with a slight frivolous and disdainful smile.
The nearby captain Luo Zhen sneered: "The Yuezhi people are too small to climb." Several other captains also laughed. The Yuezhi people live in the desert oases of the Western Regions and often marry within the same clan.
It is despised by the Han people in the Central Plains for sisters and nieces to marry their uncles. Marriages of the same race often give birth to children with deformities. Therefore, many Yuezhi people enjoy themselves with their deformities, and their troupes travel around the world.
Han Zhong, who recorded the march, was a thoughtful person and said: "The Yueshi are cruel and treacherous, and they have not attacked for ten days. We should be more careful this time because they are suddenly the ones to attack."
Ding Yi raised his hand and ordered: "Arrow formation, long shot!"
"Here!" the Gongzhen Colonel took the order and left.
Immediately, the Han army archers put down their shields, stood up and drew their bows. They took out long arrows from various arrows in the quiver and placed them on the bow strings. Then they raised their arrows and aimed at the running Yuezhi dog barbarians.
Ding Yi looked at the archers who were preparing to shoot, frowned, and reprimanded: "Do you know how to use a bow? Didn't the guys in the archery have a meal today? Give me a full bow!"
The sergeants of the bow formation became serious, and then the captain of the bow formation ordered: "Shoot!"
"Whoosh——"
"Whoosh——"
"Whoosh——"
Arrows shot out like flying fireballs. The Yuezhi warriors on the road kept falling to the ground, some got up and continued running, and some died directly on the ground. They could not look back and did not dare to look back. They knew very well that if
They exposed their backs to the Han army, fearing that they would die faster. They tried their best to arch their bodies and covered their heads with round shields, but the Han army's archers' shooting skills were really exquisite, and people kept being shot and fell to the ground.
"ah--"
"Mom——"
The Yuezhi man was shot in the thigh, and then he staggered and fell to the ground. Soon three arrows penetrated his chest. The Yuezhi man groaned and wailed in pain, and he was eager to catch a companion.
Help him, save him, but no one will stop, they jump over him and let his shouts die down.
The enemy's screams and groans did not waver the Han troops on the city wall in the slightest. Not to mention the death of the enemy, the death of Pao Ze next to them could no longer shock them at this time.
There are just dead people on the left and right, so why not die first and die first?
The archers of the Han army stood high and shot far away, but their numbers were few. However, when the foreign army approached the city, the archers of the Yuezhi people began to fight back. The archers of the two sides began to shoot at each other, and the archers of the Han army continued to fall.
After shooting for a while, although there were casualties on both sides, the Han army lost one dead and one less, but the foreign troops made up for the dead one by one. Seeing this, the captain of the Gong Formation shouted: "Gong Formation, avoid the arrows!"
"roar!"
The archers squatted down and put their shields on their heads. The Yuezhi people also breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling that they had won for a while, they howled loudly and ran over even more crazily.
The Yueshi people cried like ghosts and howled, and the ground made a rumbling vibration when their feet hit the ground. Among the soldiers hiding behind the wall to avoid the rain of arrows, Zhang Xiaowu sat on the ground with a wooden board on his head. He was breathing heavily, and the arrows were like rain.
Continuously hitting the wooden board, he gritted his teeth and withstood the rain of arrows. He could hear the sound of arrows piercing the air, the screams of his colleague Pao Ze, and even the sound of his own heavy breathing.
My heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of my throat.
This is the second battle that Zhang Xiaowu has traveled here. Two days ago, Zhang Xiaowu resisted the Tartars from the Dog-Barbarian coalition on the city wall for the first time. He was almost killed by arrows. Fortunately, he was lucky, although he did not kill anyone.
Even though he was an enemy, he was not killed. It was only today that he gradually adapted to this cold world and the body of a young man with the same name.
As the 34-year-old technical section chief of a city library, a system maintenance guy actually time-traveled into an 18-year-old boy. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or depressed.
He is happy that the rebirth that is impossible for anyone to meet has been realized in him, but the depression is that his current status is too humble. He is not a noble son, not a rich second generation, not a talented scholar, or even a top servant.
No, he is - surrounded by tens of thousands of alien troops outside the city, ready to die generously at any time - an ordinary soldier in the fourth formation of Yiziying, the 27th regiment of the Qinglong Legion of the Holy Han Empire.
"Am I the only one who traveled through time because of garbage sorting?" Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help sighing.
