Amidst the deafening shouts of killing, the enemy was approaching within 200 steps.
Yan Liang pointed his sword and shouted: "Crossbowman, fire the arrow!"
At the command, the flag waved, and the three hundred crossbowmen gathered behind the camp fence quickly fired the crossbow arrows that had been held high for a long time.
Three hundred sharp arrows shot up into the air, crossed arcs, and fell towards the charging enemy.
The manufacturing process of crossbows is far more complicated than that of ordinary weapons. There are only a few thousand crossbowmen in Yan Liang's army. In this camp, Yan Liang can only draw several hundred crossbowmen.
With only two hundred crossbowmen, the strike surface formed by them is really limited.
As expected, most of the arrows and crossbows falling down missed, and only a few were able to hit the enemy.
However, the Xiliang army was all elite soldiers who were skilled in bows and horses. Although they were charging on horseback, they were still able to dodge incoming arrows keenly. After this round of arrow attacks, less than a dozen of their horsemen were hit by arrows.
After a round of crossbow arrows, the Xiliang cavalry had reached the hundred paces.
Yan Liang shouted loudly and ordered the archers to release arrows.
Four hundred feathered arrows soared into the sky again, roaring towards the enemy with the sound of a thousand birds flapping their wings.
Arrows rained down like rain, and dozens of riders were shot to the ground on the spot, but they still could not stop the Xiliang cavalry from advancing.
Without a large number of strong bows and crossbows, it would be impossible to withstand the impact of the Xiliang cavalry.
Yan Liang frowned secretly, but without any trace of panic, he shouted loudly: "The crossbowmen are free to fire, and the spear and shield men are ready to meet the enemy."
Amidst the thunderous roar, large pillars were erected layer by layer, forming an iron wall within the camp fence. The spearmen behind them poked out their large spears, which were nearly two people long, from the gaps in the shields.
A forest of sharp blades was formed, shining like the fangs of the god of death.
In an instant, the first wave of enemy cavalry had already reached the front.
When the enemy rider who rushed in first was about to collide with the sharp antlers, he suddenly turned his horse's head and ran sideways close to the outer antlers.
At the same time, these Xiliang knights quickly opened their bows and fired arrows. In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand sharp arrows came like raindrops.
The Xiliang army was good at riding and shooting, and Yan Liang had heard about it a long time ago, so he was prepared for it.
The densely packed arrows bounced off the big shield with a clanging sound, and only a few of them penetrated the defense of the shield formation. This round of arrows was easily blocked.
The ensuing enemy cavalry, faced with heavy antlers, did not dare to charge again, and could only use their swords to slash wildly, trying to tear through the outer defense line.
The enemy cavalry that had passed by the camp before quickly turned back and fired arrows back and forth at the camp, hoping to suppress the counterattack of the crossbowmen in the camp.
The Xiliang army's tactics were indeed brilliant.
Facing the rain of arrows that kept falling like raindrops, Yan Liang's crossbowmen could only hide under the cover of the big shield, find a gap, and try their best to show their heads and shoot one or two arrows. In this way, the effect would be more effective.
Can be ignored.
Seeing that he had the upper hand and was holding the line, Li Kan was overjoyed, so he led his rear army to rush forward to help the battle, urging his soldiers to cut down the antlers desperately.
In a short time, two of the three layers of antlers were broken, but Yan Liangjun was still suppressed by the enemy's bows and could not lift his head.
Yan Liang used his sword to block the incoming arrows, but his mood became more and more solemn.
The reason why he dared to fight tens of thousands of enemies with only five thousand soldiers and horses was because the camp was strong. But now that the antlers were destroyed, the seemingly indestructible camp fortifications would soon be torn apart.
Yan Liang knew that as long as a hole was torn open and tens of thousands of other Xiliang troops rushed in, his defeat would be irreversible.
If the camp is defeated and the power of the horns is lost, how can Wancheng be able to defend it alone?
The situation has deteriorated to a critical point, and Yan Liang has to make a decision.
"Brother, I think we can't hold the camp any longer. Why don't we lead the army to retreat to Wancheng." Wen Chou, who was galloping towards us, shouted anxiously.
Yan Liang said categorically: "Once we retreat into Wancheng, the enemy will besiege the city on all sides, and our army will fall into a completely passive situation. The camp must not abandon its defense."
"That's the truth, but our army lacks strong bows and crossbows, so it is impossible to suppress the enemy's attack."
Although Wen Chou is unparalleled in bravery, he also knows that the enemy is strong and we are weak.
Yan Liang raised his eyes and took a quick look, but saw that all the athletes in the army were suppressed under the big shield and struggling to support themselves, while the enemies outside the camp were acting arrogantly and wantonly, as if they were in a deserted land.
Looking further into the distance, the main force of Xiliang commanded by Ma Chao, although the drums were beating loudly, there was no sign of launching a full-scale attack.
A bold idea suddenly flashed through Yan Liang's mind.
Fight back!
It's a counterattack. We can no longer defend so passively. We must counterattack!
With his thoughts moved, Yan Liang did not hesitate and said with a deep eyebrow: "Ziqin, lead your army to guard the camp. For my brother, lead the Shenxing cavalry out and kill these Xiliang beasts."
Wen Chou was shocked when he heard this.
At this time, it is difficult to defend the capital. How can we fight back? Isn't it true that he has actively opened a gap for the enemy? What if Ma Chao takes advantage of the situation to cover up the attack?
Wen Chou opened his mouth to object, but Yan Liang said: "The situation is now critical. We have no other choice. We must fight back."
Wen Chou was stunned for a moment, and then he understood Yan Liang's intention.
This brother of his is going to fight back desperately and fight for the last glimmer of hope to hold on to the camp.
Wen Chou figured it out, his blood was burning, and he shouted resolutely: "Brother, you sit in the camp, I will lead the army to fight out."
Wen Chou didn't want Yan Liang to put himself in danger, so he wanted to take the risk for Yan Liang.
Yan Liang felt pleased, but shook his head and said: "The morale of the soldiers has been reduced. This counterattack must be completed by me personally, otherwise how can we boost morale."
In the eyes of his subordinates, Yan Liang was like a god general. At many critical moments, it was Yan Liang's angry display of power that boosted their morale and gave them the confidence to turn defeat into victory.
At this critical moment, Yan Liang must personally take action and use his power to inspire their fighting spirit.
Wen Chou understood Yan Liang's intention and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Ziqin, just guard the camp. As a brother, I will show them how powerful I am Yan Liang."
With a bold word, Yan Liang rode up on his horse and galloped through the camp, summoning the warriors of the Shenxing Cavalry to form an array.
More than a thousand knights, who had been preparing for a long time, quickly completed their assembly, their bloodshot eyes bursting with hunting pride.
Yan Liang glanced at them, his voice was like a bell, and he shouted loudly: "Athletes of Shenxing Riding, the people of Xiliang dare to look down on us. If you are a man, hold on to your weapons and follow me to kill. Let the people of Xiliang know
The reputation of our Shenxingqi, kill——"
With a powerful roar, Yan Liang whipped his horse and wielded his sword, and charged towards the camp gate.
"kill--"
"kill--"
The blood of more than a thousand knights was boiling, their roars rose into the sky, and their iron cavalry rushed out like flying.
The infantry at the camp gate braved the rain of arrows and struggled to open the gate of the camp.
Yan Liang took the lead, danced his sword like an iron curtain, deflected the incoming arrows, and roared out as he killed.
At this time, the Xiliang army outside the camp had cut off the third layer of antlers, and the first dozen enemies had rushed to the camp gate, intending to leap over the trench and crash into the enemy camp.
At this moment, the Xiliang people were surprised to find that the closed gate of the enemy camp suddenly opened wide.
An enemy general wearing black armor and wielding a long sword, towering like an iron tower, came towards him without any fear and counterattacked.
That majestic and fearless momentum immediately frightened the Xiliang soldiers.
Yan Liang galloped his horse like the wind, and shot out like black lightning in the eyes of countless horrified eyes. The sword with the cold light flowing ruthlessly slashed at the unprepared enemies.