Volume 10 Chapter 140

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Okay, what a loyal minister who served the country with loyalty, but it’s a pity that the scholar joined the war and harmed the country and the army TXT download! Yuan Tian looked at Han Zhong and said no more. He drew out the sword from his waist and ordered the generals on the left and right: "Order the whole army to prepare to fire arrows!"

Mo Jun was just about to release an arrow, but Hu Weijun's arrow formation had already shot over first. The predecessor of the Huwei Army was the New Army, and most of its soldiers were from Ning. However, it is no longer the original cannon fodder army, but a regular central army that is well-trained and has superior combat effectiveness.

Ning Ren was already good at shooting, and after training for such a long time, his archery skills improved by leaps and bounds. During the march, the soldiers with odd numbers in the rankings were the first to release arrows. After shooting the arrows, they immediately stopped and re-cocked their bows. At the same time, the soldiers with even numbers in rankings followed closely and fired arrows, alternating between odd and even numbers. Advance, alternately release arrows, so that the entire army camp keeps advancing while firing arrows continuously.

No wave of the Huwei Army's arrow formation is particularly strong, and no wave is particularly weak. It is always very stable, and it comes one after another, continuously, without giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

Under the arrow formation of the Huwei Army, the Mo army suffered heavy casualties from the beginning. People in the camp that was attacked by the arrow formation were shot to the ground in groups. Many of the fallen people were only injured by stray arrows, but they did not wait. After getting up from the ground, he was covered by the array of arrows that followed.

Suddenly, screams and wailings broke out in the front camp of the Huwei Army, which merged with the sound of arrows piercing armor and turned into a song of death.

Han Zhong, who was in charge of the Central Army, had never seen such a scene in his life, and his face was frighteningly pale. There are tens of thousands of arrows in each round of the Tiger Army's arrow array. Looking up, the dark side looks like a dark cloud covering the sky. When it falls, it is as dense as locusts. Wherever it passes, people and horses turn into hedgehogs.

In Han Zhong's eyes, such an arrow array was simply beyond human power. He yelled at Yuan Tian beside him: "Fire back with arrows! Why don't you fire back with arrows?"

Yuan Tian smiled bitterly. The distance between the two sides was now a hundred steps. The Feng Army's arrows could reach a hundred steps, but our own soldiers couldn't shoot that far at all. Shooting arrows now would be a waste of our few arrows. Arrow. He shook his head and said, "Master Han, wait a moment."

"Wait?" Han Zhong's eyes widened and he asked angrily: "How long do you have to wait? Do you want to wait until all the soldiers in the front army are dead before you order the arrows to be fired? Come on!"

"What are your orders, sir?" The ordering soldier hurriedly ran forward and stepped in to salute.

"Pass my general's order, and let the whole army shoot arrows to kill the wind thief!"

"yes!"

At this time, Han Zhong stopped paying attention to Yuan Tian and directly issued orders to command the entire army. Under his order, the Mo army launched a volley of fire.

These Mo soldiers are all local armies, and their training level is much weaker than that of the central army. Many of them are exposed to bows and arrows for the first time. Even if there are soldiers who can shoot arrows, their skills are uneven. They are either inaccurate or weak. Mo Jun's The arrows fired out by the array were simply ridiculous to Feng Jun on the opposite side. Not to mention the sparseness of the arrow array, some shot far away and some shot close. Even if some of the arrows hit Feng Jun, they were all powerful. Nothing, not even a mark was left on Feng Jun's leather armor, and most of the arrows fell into the open space between the two armies.

This kind of army is not here to fight, but more like it is here to play games. Not only did Mo Jun's counterattack not cause any blow or threat to Feng Jun, but it made Feng Jun more confident and more powerful. Every time the whole army advanced, the soldiers all shouted in unison: "Wind, wind, wind!"

Soon, the distance between the two sides changed from a hundred steps to fifty steps. It was only then that Mo Jun's arrows really posed a threat to Feng Jun, but Feng Jun's arrow array caused more damage to Mo Jun, piece by piece. The soldiers of the Mo army were overwhelmed by the rain of arrows. What was even worse was that the Huwei army also took out the broken crossbows hidden in the army and started shooting fiercely at the Mo army camp.

Under the impact of the crossbow arrows of the broken army crossbow, the heavy shield bearers who stood at the front of the Mo army camp and held down the position could not resist at all. Once hit by the crossbow arrows, they would often fly backwards with their shields, and their muscles and bones would be broken.

When the distance between the two sides was only ten steps, the generals of the Feng Army gave orders one after another, and the entire army drew back their bows and charged forward at full speed.

The mighty tiger army that was slowly advancing while releasing arrow formations instantly turned into fierce tigers descending the mountain. The death squads of each regiment rushed at the front, followed closely by the heavy shield bearers, and behind them were the main soldiers all holding spears.

The ten-step distance was just a matter of a moment for the lightly-armed death squad. Amid a series of roars, the Fengjun death squad members rushed forward and crashed into the shields of the Mojun army. Some were pierced on the spot by the spears sticking out from behind the shields and died tragically under the shields, while others avoided the opponent's sharp edge and held the opponent's shields with their shoulders, stabbing and stabbing the steel knives in their hands along the gaps between the shields. With the muffled sound of puffing, a stream of blood spurted out from the gaps of the shields. The death squad of the Huwei Army was like a demon with red eyes. After stabbing the heavy shieldman behind the shield to death, they didn't wait for the opponent's body to fall to the ground. With a knife in their mouths, they used their hands and feet to climb above the crowd along the shields, and then pulled out the steel knife in their mouths and chopped down frantically. While they were hacking and killing the enemy, their bodies were stabbed and picked open by Mo Jun's weapons from time to time. Some members of the death squad had their bellies cut open, and their intestines and blood were all over Mo Jun's face and body, but they were still waving their swords, roaring and howling as they hacked at Mo Jun's head. The suicidal charge of the Tiger Power Army's death squad, which was almost like a madman, was also *ed out. In the dictionary of the Feng Army, once the charge was launched, there was no word "stop". If the death squad could not hold up, then the enemy did not need to kill them, and the main battle formation of the Feng Army behind them would have to pierce and crush them.

So for the death squad, there was only forward movement, no retreat, either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy. From a certain perspective, the strong combat effectiveness of a legion was also *ed out.

The main force of the Tiger Power Army had not yet come up, and the attack of the death squad alone had caused chaos in the front army of the Mo Army. Many soldiers of the Mo Army were still far away from the Tiger Power Army's death squad, but seeing the Feng Army soldiers who were covered in blood and whose internal organs were about to flow out of their bodies but were still fighting frantically, they were already frightened to the point that their legs were trembling, their hands holding their weapons were shaking, and they could not help but retreat.

Disrupting the enemy's formation was the only meaning of the suicide charge of the death squad. While the Mo Army's camp was in chaos, someone in the Tiger Power Army suddenly shouted: "Kill--" Then, the heavy shieldmen split to the left and right, and a team of cavalry rushed out of the Feng Army. The leader was a Feng general, riding a red horse, wearing a golden spiritual armor, and holding a golden spiritual sword in his hand. This sword was famous, flying dragons and flying phoenixes. This Feng general was none other than Nan Ye, the commander of the Tiger Power Army.

Among the commanders of the Feng Army, Nan Ye's strategy was definitely not the best, but his spiritual martial arts were definitely the strongest. Even if he was placed among the many fierce generals of the Feng Kingdom, his strength was definitely among the best.

Nan Ye didn't take the Mo army in front of him seriously. He not only rushed out first, but also didn't hide his own attributes. He told the Mo army with a golden spiritual armor that his attribute was gold. Whoever had the courage could come out and fight him.

Nan Ye rushed into the enemy camp and used the golden spiritual martial arts skill, Spirit Illusion·Destruction! As the golden light flashed, the spiritual knife in his hand shot out golden spiritual thorns, which hit the Mo army and pierced his body directly. Then, the momentum did not decrease, and it pierced the second and third people in succession...

The Mo army soldiers who blocked his warhorse were killed and cried for their parents, and fled backwards like a tide. There were Mo generals who came up to resist him, but under Nan Ye's Tenglong Feifeng knife, Mo generals were killed one by one, and a pair of them fell off the horse. The fierce battle didn't last long, and Mo generals were killed by Nan Ye and led the way to flee downwards. The cavalrymen who followed Nanye were also not vague. Although there were not many of them, they followed Nanye closely, swung their weapons, and hacked at the Mo army who were still resisting on the left and right.

This was a contest with a huge difference in strength between the two sides. The Mo army had more soldiers and the Huwei army had fewer soldiers, but the combat power of the two sides was completely not on the same level. The gap was so big that it could not be made up by the number of people.

As soon as the two sides started fighting, the front army was killed and defeated by the Feng army. Han Zhong was also dumbfounded. He sat on the horse, panting heavily, and beads of sweat kept dripping down his cheeks. He was far away from the center of the battle between the two sides, but looking at his appearance at this time, it seemed that he was also fighting desperately on the battlefield.

It was true! Yuan Tian sighed in his heart. Before the battle, he had expected such a situation to happen, but he did not expect the Feng army to fight so fiercely and fiercely, and his defeat was so messed up. He clenched his fists, bowed to Han Zhong and said, "Master Han, the Feng army is strong and our army cannot defeat them!"

Han Zhong, who was frightened, finally came to his senses. He swallowed hard, turned his head with a stiff neck, and asked stutteringly, "Then...then, what should our army do now?"

"Retreat!" Yuan Tian said weakly.

"Retreat? Where to retreat?" Han Zhong was stunned for a moment, nodded repeatedly, and said in a hurry: "Yes, yes, yes! We must retreat! Retreat to Zheng'an City!"

"Master Han, we can't go back to Zheng'an now." Yuan Tian reminded.

If the two sides had not fought, the Mo army could still rely on Zheng'an's city defense to resist the Feng army, but now, the Mo army has been frightened by the Feng army and has lost all fighting spirit. Even if they retreat to Zheng'an, they will not resist and will only die. Moreover, Yuan Tian has already sent people to escort the people of Zheng'an away. Now Zheng'an is only an empty city with no food and grass. Retreating to the city is a way to death.

"No... if we don't retreat to Zheng'an, then... where else can we retreat? We can't retreat to the south, right?" Han Zhong looked at Yuan Tian eagerly. Retreating to the south is equivalent to leading the Feng army into the heart of the Mo country.