Chapter 407: What a Ghostly Slogan!
"Brother, the situation at Ximen has changed."
Not long after Feng Yongcai returned to the camp, Zhao Guang hurriedly followed him back, and said this to Feng Yong directly as soon as he came back.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Yong felt a "thump" in his heart, didn't he just say that there was nothing wrong?
"Brother Zhang's family wanted to rush into the city with people, but they were surrounded by barbarians ambushing at the west gate. The situation is not very good now."
Zhao Guang said hurriedly, "I'm afraid we have to find a way to help."
"Brother Zhang Family... Zhang Xingwu?"
"right."
Isn't that Zhang Bao? Feng Yong's heart sank at first, and then he felt as if he had caught something, but the thought just passed by in a flash, but he didn't catch it easily.
"Yiwen, what do you think we should do?"
He doesn't understand war, so it's best to ask Zhao Guang for his opinion.
"That depends on whether brother intends to stay outside the city or enter the city."
"How to say?"
"If the elder brother wants to stay outside, then the younger brother will lead people and rush in to rescue Xing Wu before the barbarians surround him. I think there should be no problem."
"But in this way, we will be known by Meng Huo, and he will definitely be wary of us then."
"If brother wants to enter the city, this is the best time. The ambush soldiers in the west city have been led to surround Xingwu, and now it is empty and deserted. Brother can lead people directly into the city. The younger brother put Xingwu Wu responded, and then followed into the city."
Zhao Guang said without hesitation.
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang slightly in surprise, this guy is indeed talented in military affairs.
In a short period of time, I can not only consider my own thoughts, but also respond differently to different thoughts.
"Of course it's going to the city."
Zhao Guang's quick response is a talent, Feng Yong does not have this talent, but he has already made various plans, and he is not too flustered at this time, "You go to prepare the troops immediately, and let Wenxuan put All militia stewards are called."
"clear."
Li Yi and the steward of the militia arrived soon.
"The situation has changed, and I plan to go to the city immediately."
Feng Yong didn't talk nonsense, and explained the situation to them directly, "In the west city, Zhang Xingwu is now charging, and all the ambushes in the west have been attracted. Now is the best time to enter the city."
Feng Yong looked around at everyone, and what he wanted to say next was the key point, "If you enter the city, everyone has seen it just now, maybe you will be surrounded by Meng Huo in the city."
"At that time, we can only defend the city together, and life and death are beyond our control. Therefore, such a major event must be voluntary. I will not force others to make things difficult. If anyone is willing to follow into the city, tell them right now."
"As for those who have old and young at home and have concerns, I suggest not to go to the city. I will ask Wenxuan to leave dry food for the return journey, and let you return on your own."
Feng Yong's words were very polite, giving enough face and leaving enough leeway.
Everyone listened, looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one spoke for a while.
"Those who enter the city count as villains and those below."
Mi Shishilang, the militia steward of the Mi family, was the first to speak, and he smiled nonchalantly, "Feng Langjun treats people too kindly. After I do this job, the family has already arranged it. How can there be any more?" What concern?"
"Yeah, besides, since you decided to follow Feng Langjun out of Pingyi and worked so hard to reach Wei County, how can you regret it at the last moment?"
As soon as Mi Shishilang finished speaking, someone immediately spoke up.
"That's right, Feng Langjun, isn't it true that the villain followed me here? Isn't it sincere? Feng Langjun is going to enter the city, how can we stay?"
...
Although Feng Yong's words were very euphemistic, but in the ears of these militia stewards, it made them think differently: Did Feng Langjun regret it? Don't want to sell that labor to them?
These old fritters are used to life and death, how could they be intimidated by this little thing in front of them?
So for a while, they were competing to declare that they must follow into the city, for fear that Feng Yong would leave them behind.
Feng Yong wanted to think about them, but he didn't know that none of these old killers appreciated him, so he felt very boring at the moment: he really doesn't know good people.
I had no choice but to nod in response, "Okay, then everyone will follow me into the city. But when entering the city, you must restrain your subordinates, so as not to mess up your own position."
Everyone laughed on the spot when they heard this, "Don't worry, Feng Lang-jun, among you present, which one didn't come down from the battlefield? His subordinate Erlang also fought with barbarians many times in Nanzhong, so he knows the rules."
Alright, you are all great, I'm just a rookie.
Feng Yong was speechless.
After arriving in Wei County, everyone knew that they were always ready to fight, so as long as they communicated, the preparations would be completed soon.
At this time, the battle in Xicheng had begun to heat up.
Wang Ping in the city wanted to find an opportunity to organize his men to rush out several times, but Meng Huo was also determined to eat the Han army outside the city and give the people in the city a blow.
Not only did Eshun entangle Zhang Bao tightly, but at the same time, he did not hesitate to expose Ximen's ambushes, who were slowly circling around in an arc at this time. Once the siege was completed, the Han army inside would be doomed.
At the same time, a part of the troops were also separated to stand in front of the city gate. The people in the city charged several times, but failed to rush through, and could only return in vain.
The ambush soldiers were from Meng Huo's headquarters, and they were different from the peripheral tribes that were besieging the city at this time. The quality of their personnel was much better.
Moreover, this was not the time when Meng Huo had first arrived in Wei County and was unprepared. As long as he was prepared, another surprise attack would be impossible.
At the same time, Meng Huo didn't care about it, and directly let the rear push out all the hidden ladders, and intensified the attack on the city, so that the people in the city could not tell too many people to rescue.
"Don't go too deep, guard the city gate and wait for them to come over!"
Wang Ping gritted his teeth and ruthlessly passed on the order.
While defending the city, he wanted to suppress the prisoners of war in the city. If he recklessly sent troops to go deep into the city to rescue the people outside the city, there would only be one result, the city would be destroyed and people would die.
Zhang Bao already had some regrets in his heart.
If he enters the city on time, doesn't show his prestige, and rushes so deep into the enemy's formation, how can he put the soldiers in danger?
Thinking like this, my heart has already started to become chaotic, and my hands have also slowed down.
Fighting in front of the battle, how can you be distracted?
Eshun spotted an empty door in the opponent, and immediately made a pick.
Zhang Bao instinctively blocked, but he was a step too slow, he didn't block, only heard a "chi la", if he hadn't been lined with fine armor, he might have been pierced right now.
Even so, being picked up by Eshun in such a way, there was also a huge pain in the abdomen and chest, and he almost couldn't breathe.
The surrounding barbarians are coming up wave after wave, desperately trying to entangle the Han army that is too deep, but the weapons of the Han army are made of iron, but some of the barbarian soldiers' hands are made of bamboo and wood. system.
Therefore, although the speed of the Han army moving towards the city gate was slow, it was unstoppable.
Now it depends on whether the barbarians formed a siege first, or the Han army arrived at the city gate first.
"Enter!"
The chief of the Han army shouted.
I saw a row of Han soldiers stabbing with their spears up, and then took a big step forward at the same time.
"Hey!"
"puff……"
Many of the barbarians with crude weapons had their sternum directly broken and pierced through, and they could only hear the sound of "uh uh", but they couldn't even make a pitiful scream. Die wide open.
While the shield soldiers guarding both sides took advantage of the time when the same team was retracting their spears, they raised their round shields, clenched the ring-swords in their hands, and slashed forward at once. Wherever they went, the barbarians rushed up again. Most of the bamboo and wood weapons in his hands were cut off a lot.
Of course, there were also unlucky Han soldiers who were directly pierced through the leather armor by sharpened bamboo spears because of insufficient protection, and then pierced into the body.
"Fuck your mother..."
The injured Han soldier gritted his teeth, exerted his last bit of strength, cursed, swung his knife regardless, and directly wiped the neck of the lucky man opposite him.
Hot blood immediately sprayed all around.
Then the soldiers of the Han army fell down unwillingly.
None of the comrades around looked at the fallen person, they could only look ahead, they couldn't think about anything, they could only follow Qu Chang's long footsteps.
At their feet and behind them, there were corpses and wounded soldiers who fell to the ground and howled.
The colorful intestines spread out, and there was a dying wounded soldier whose stomach had been ripped open. He didn't know whether it was a barbarian soldier or a Han army. He subconsciously stuffed his intestines back into his stomach, regardless of whether it was his own or someone else's...
The soil is gradually soaked by blood stains...
Although the Han army was more organized than the barbarians, their numbers were ultimately much smaller. As the barbarians attacked wave after wave, the Han army's formation began to become partially chaotic.
Where the army formation cannot be maintained, it becomes a melee.
Ding!
"kill!"
"puff!"
A head flew up.
There were also iron weapons among the barbarians, and when the sword flashed, a Han soldier was left with only a headless body.
"Zhang Silang..."
"Ahhh...Zhang Silang..."
In the melee, a soldier of the Han army suddenly jumped up and slashed at him. Before the barbarian who beheaded the soldier of the Han army had time to react, his head was cut off, and the barbarians around him were scratched. .
The soldiers of the Han army had tears in their eyes, they looked like crazy tigers, and they roared, "Kill..."
"Boom..."
There was a muffled thunder from the sky.
I don't know when, the sky began to become gloomy, and the dark clouds gradually piled up in the sky.
In June, the child's face can change as soon as it is said, let alone Nanzhong in summer.
The red-eyed two sides did not notice that a team had quietly assembled not far from them.
"Brother, it's going to rain soon."
Li Yi looked up at the sky and said.
Feng Yong nodded, looked at Zhao Guang and the others who had already put on their armor, walked over and said, "Yiwen, be careful, remember, get out as soon as you meet someone, don't love to fight. "
"Brother, little brother understands."
Zhao Guang, whose whole body was protected under the iron plate armor, was full of spirits, as if going here was not a life-and-death fight, but a very interesting thing to do.
Beside him is Wang Xun who is dressed in the same way as him.
Behind the two of them, there were dozens of men in iron armor, holding sabers in their hands, waiting to charge.
As far as the barbarians currently have these weapons, as long as they are not hit by heavy weapons or lose their strength due to too long a battle, ordinary barbarians can't break through their defenses.
The reason why Fu Qian's father, Fu Shen, died in a fierce battle is because most of the ancient generals wore iron armor, which could block most of the weapon damage.
If you want to hurt them, you can only find the unprotected places on their bodies.
For example, face door, legs and hands, etc.
The armor Feng Yong made for them was based on the experience of later generations. In addition to protecting the chest and back, he also added sleeve armor and leg armor. The pocket on the head also added ear protectors to protect the neck.
Although the improved armor is different from the current mainstream armor, it may be a bit strange in the eyes of others, but the protection has been improved a lot.
If it is said that with such strict protection, it can still be injured by the outdated weapons of the barbarians, then it is really unlucky.
They can't be hurt by the opponent, and the saber in their hands must be a head.
"Brother, don't worry about us."
Wang Xun who was next to him said, "Brother, after we charge later, remember to enter the city immediately, don't delay."
"okay, I get it."
Feng Yong said resentfully, thinking that being an assistant is really weak, "I won't bother you."
Said and retreated to the back.
Yang Wanwan followed closely.
Li Yi saw that Feng Yong had come to the back, then walked over and said a few words to Zhao Guang quietly.
Zhao Guang was taken aback when he heard this, "Is it okay?"
Li Yi nodded, turned his head to look at Feng Yong again, and then said affirmatively, "You can just listen to me later."
Zhao Guang thought about it, and it didn't affect anything anyway, so he agreed immediately.
"Brother, let's go."
Li Yi and Yang Wanwan protected Feng Yong and began to move towards the city gate with the militia members.
Feng Yong took a last look at Zhao Guang's side, and saw Zhao Guang took out a ferocious ghost mask and put it on his face, drew out his long sword, and shouted loudly, "All troops, follow me to charge! Kill!"
"kill!"
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun rushed towards the battlefield where the battle was raging.
Putting on a ghost mask was Feng Yong's inspiration from Di Qing.
Legend has it that in order to cover up the tattoos on his face, Di Qing often disheveled his hair and wore a copper mask when he went into battle. Whenever he charged into battle, the enemy was terrified.
But Feng Yong felt that Zhao Guang's face was too beautiful to deter the enemy, so he suggested that he wear a mask.
Zhao Guang always obeyed his elder brother's words. From the beginning of the Southern Expedition, he put on a mask every time before charging, which really scared many enemies.
It made him feel that his brother's words were very reasonable, and he couldn't put it down because of this ghost mask.
As expected of Zhao Yun's seed!
Feng Yong sighed, looked at Zhao Guangchong's back, and thought that he still had a certain demeanor of a famous general.
Unexpectedly, after a while, the shouts of killing in front began to change, and I don't know who led the way, but the shouts of killing began to change into: "The ghost king is coming! The ghost king is coming!"
Then the voice became louder and louder, and the shouts of the soldiers of the Dudu Mansion who charged gradually became: "The ghost king is coming..."
Feng Yong, who was running towards the city gate, staggered.
Fuck!
What the hell is this shouting?
Why is the ancient charge slogan so ghostly?
He looked at Li Yi suspiciously, and before he could speak, Li Yi shouted at the surrounding militia, "Hurry up! Shout!"
Then I saw Li Yi shouting first, "The ghost king is coming!"
The members of the militia had already received their orders, and now that Li Yi had started, everyone hurriedly shouted, "The ghost king is here..."
The soldiers who were charging ahead and the militiamen who were behind cheering and cheering shouted together, and the momentum was extremely huge.
"The ghost king is coming!"
"The ghost king is coming!"
"The ghost king is coming!"
...
All of a sudden, it resounded throughout the battlefield.
Feng Yong was a little dizzy on the spot.
Seeing everyone like this, he thought it was the rallying cry of this era, and immediately followed suit, "The ghost king is coming..."
At the same time, I thought in my heart, why do I feel a sense of shame? The ancients are so fucking secondary!
Thinking of Zhao Guang's ghost mask, I couldn't help but be surprised. This Zhao Guang, I just suggested that he wear a ghost mask. I didn't expect it to be so long before he got such a title? Awesome!
The barbarians who were besieging the Han army did not expect that there would be people rushing from the side suddenly. They were caught off guard for a while, and the outermost periphery began to become chaotic.
Dozens of people led by Zhao Guang in the front rushed into the barbarians, like a red-hot iron inserted into solidified ointment, which melted at the touch.
Not to mention the weapons made of bamboo and wood in the hands of the barbarians, even if they were cut with iron weapons, they would never be able to hurt them at all, but when they backhanded their swords, no matter where they hit, they would be like cutting vegetables with a single swipe. .
The soldiers of the Governor's Mansion who followed closely behind them began to work hard to widen the gap on both sides.
The barbarians didn't know what they were yelling at the beginning, but after some of them could understand Chinese, or the Han soldiers among them heard it clearly, they looked at Zhao Guang's hideous ghost mask, and their eyes were frightened immediately. Legs go weak.
Could it be that the legendary man-eating ghost king really came?
This person is so terrifying, could it be that he is really the ghost king?
"I am the ghost general under the ghost throne! Who dares to stop me?!"
Zhao Guang shouted violently, and the voice from behind the mask became dull and strange, scaring the barbarians in front of him back again.
It turned out that he was the ghost general under the ghost throne who was ten feet tall, five feet in circumference, and could swallow a person in one bite!
Those invulnerable and strange-looking things behind this ghost general are probably ghost soldiers!