Chapter 126: Strike Halfway Across the Yellow River with an Arrow

Seeing that the Salvation Army shot and killed dozens of people without saying a word, the rest of the people were immediately shocked and froze on the spot, not daring to move at all.

I'm afraid that if I don't pay attention, the People's Liberation Army will think it's evil and shoot me like a hedgehog.

The next thing is naturally simple. Some of the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the Ming army are sent as civilians and arranged to divide the fields for farming in the surrounding areas, or rent the fields for farming.

Those who are strong and healthy will naturally be classified as recruits. After this battle is over, they will all be sent to the recruit camp for training.

As for those who wanted to leave, Wang Dahu didn't stop them. He just waited for the battle to end before letting them leave.

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"hey-hey."

Thinking of the National Salvation Army's ultimate goal this time, Wang Dahu couldn't help but smile meaningfully.

After dealing with the National Salvation Army outside Xining Acropolis, Wang Dahu left more than a thousand people to garrison, in order to intimidate the Ming army who returned to the Ming Dynasty.

Although they said they had surrendered, Wang Dahu could not guarantee that they would not rebel again.

Wang Dahu himself led 2,000 men and rushed to Lanzhou along Yang Jiamo's marching route, preparing to attack Yang Jiamo from front to back with the dynasty.

On the other side, Yang Jiamo has also arrived at the Sumulian River, Zhuanglang River, and the area where they meet the Yellow River.

As long as they cross the Yellow River, they can enter Lanzhou's territory.

At the Yellow River ferry, Yang Jiamo looked at the roaring Yellow River in front of him, and couldn't help but feel uncertain in his heart. He didn't know whether the thieves' leader dynasty would set up defenses on the other side of the Yellow River.

However, from what we can see now, there is no Salvation Army on the other side.

However, it is still necessary to send someone to check the details.

Looking at the dozen or so small boats on the Yellow River, Yang Jiamo's eyes were deep.

Time flows like the mighty water of the Yellow River, and the dozen or so small boats quickly reached the other side.

Dozens of officers and soldiers spread out to check the surrounding situation.

In the end, they naturally found nothing, and soon they set up flags by the river to indicate that there was no one on the other side.

Seeing this, Yang Jiamo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end, they were just a group of peasants forming an army. They only knew how to attack cities and seize territory. They had no strategic goals and plans at all, and they did not know that defense was equally important.

It's completely an attack with a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west.

Xining Guard and Nian Bosuo attacked Zhuang Lang Guard along the Great Wall, and then they were still besieging Lanzhou. This was a bit too big.

But suddenly, Yang Jiamo's body trembled slightly. He once again thought about the cities attacked by the People's Salvation Army, and began to feel a faint bad feeling in his heart.

However, thinking about his arrangements in the rear, he couldn't help but feel relieved secretly, even if the leader of the Salvation Army had some tricks up his sleeve.

But with the military garrison and restraint left behind, there shouldn't be any big problems.

"Huh~!"

Yang Jiamo took a deep breath and secretly suppressed the ominous premonition in his heart.

"Cross the river!"

After confirming that there were no enemy troops on the other side of the Yellow River, Yang Jiamo immediately ordered to cross the river.

Looking at the ships of various sizes on the river, Yang Jiamo's breathing became lighter and he secretly prayed for safety.

But, the less I think about something, the more I think about it.

More than half an hour passed, and most of the Ming army had already boarded the ferry, and many of them had even crossed the Yellow River.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jiamo breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the army has crossed the river, it is impossible for the People's Salvation Army to attack halfway across the river.

However, the next moment, in the empty area opposite, there was a sudden distortion and change, and countless Salvation Army soldiers wearing gray clothes quietly emerged.

Seeing this, Yang Jiamo couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

How did those Salvation Army troops suddenly appear?

Is it possible that this thieves leader of the National Salvation Army really knows magic?

Otherwise, how can we explain the scene before us?

In fact, that was exactly the magical power that the dynasty cast, and it was a combination of three magical powers, invisibility, formation, and scene-shifting, that had just blocked everyone's traces.

However, at this moment, it is no longer important whether the Salvation Army knows magic or not.

What's important is that the People's Salvation Army suddenly appeared across the Yellow River.

After reacting, Yang Jiamo immediately ordered an army reorganization.

Even the generals who had already crossed the river were quickly preparing to organize their troops to fight.

However, all this was too late.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"Kill kill kill"

As the Salvation Army shouted louder and louder to kill, everyone felt an overwhelming murderous aura coming towards their faces.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to see a dark red blood cloud above the heads of the self-rescue militia, quickly spreading to the surroundings, and coming under negative pressure in their direction.

For a moment, everyone felt their livers and gallbladders trembling, their bodies stiff and unable to control themselves.

The next moment, another loud shout was heard from the Salvation Army on the opposite side.

"shoot!"

"boom!"

In an instant, there was a fine iron long arrow, like a long dragon cutting through the space, exploding a series of sonic booms, shooting straight towards Yang Jiamo at high speed.

For the dynasty that mastered the magical power of archery, it was never about how many people were shot with bows and arrows, but about sniping the enemy generals.

Although they are now separated by the Yellow River, as long as there are no accidents, it is still very easy to kill an ordinary person with one arrow.

After Wang Dynasty shot an arrow, the rest of the Salvation Army also shot arrows in their hands.

And you have to know that the bows and arrows in the hands of the people's rescue army are all strong bows, at least three to four stones, and the effective range is at least three hundred meters.

And this kind of large-scale volley, coupled with the blessing of the magical power and evil spirit in everyone's body, the effective killing distance will at least increase by dozens or hundreds of meters.

This is why Wang Chao still decisively ordered to shoot even though everyone was still hundreds of meters away from the Ming army.

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by a series of bowstring vibrations, a rain of arrows shot out like a black cloud, instantly covering the Ming army hundreds of meters away.

"Puff puff puff"

In just a moment, countless Ming soldiers fell to the ground and died tragically.

On the other side of the Yellow River, Yang Jiamo was also at the critical moment of life and death.

When Wang Chao pulled the bow, Yang Jiamo felt an extreme danger.

Before he could find the source of the danger, he saw a white dragon rushing across the Yellow River.

That was the sonic boom cloud produced by Wang Chao's fine iron arrow that was shot at too high a speed.

In an instant, Yang Jiamo's eyes were fixed on it.

He felt that it was the source of his life-and-death crisis.

If he couldn't stop it, he would die!

And he could only resist it, but he could never avoid it.

Without any hesitation, Yang Jiamo turned around and thrust out the spear in his hand instantly.

At this moment, Yang Jiamo's entire spirit and energy were instantly highly condensed and united. A stream of warm air was born in his body, following his spiritual will, and merged into the spear in his hand through his palm as a medium.

"Buzz~!"

In between, Yang Jiamo felt that the spear in his hand seemed to have a glimmer of light.

The next moment, the spear in Yang Jiamo's hand had already pierced the fine iron arrow that was shooting at him.

"Dang~!"

"Bang!"

"Swish!"

In just a moment, Yang Jiamo was knocked out, and the spear in his hand flew out of his hand instantly, flying backwards and piercing the ground, leaving only the spear head exposed on the ground.

Yang Jiamo's palm was instantly worn away by a layer of flesh and blood, and even some fingers were exposed.

And this is not the end. The arrow that was shot and should have been deflected suddenly turned and shot at him again.

Although this time, it was far less violent than before, at most it was the speed and power of a normal arrow.

However, if Yang Jiamo was hit, he would definitely die.

Therefore, although Yang Jiamo felt weak and powerless after the previous attack, he still forced himself to stretch out his hand to grab it.

"Puff!"

Yang Jiamo grabbed the fine iron arrow in a dangerous situation.

However, Yang Jiamo, who had grabbed the arrow, felt the arrow in his hand tremble before he could breathe a sigh of relief, and a bad thought arose in his heart.

"Not good!"

However, just as Yang Jiamo's thought arose, the arrow in his hand exploded.

"Bang!"

"Ugh!"

Yang Jiamo suppressed a cry of pain and looked at his right arm, which had been blown off at the elbow.

However, although it was very painful, Yang Jiamo still did not relax, but hugged the broken arm, rolled violently, and quickly moved away from the original place.

On the other side of the Yellow River, Wang Chao raised his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, this did not kill Yang Jiamo with one arrow.

It seems that Yang Jiamo seems to have figured out something like Chen Zhengyang's master Shouxuzi.

However, with the little power they have practiced, they have no resistance at all when facing magical powers.

Just like now, even though they were separated by more than a thousand meters on both sides of the Yellow River, Wang Chao's random arrow was enough to completely block the power of Yang Jiamo even if he tried his best.

So, after shooting another arrow, Wang Chao did not care too much when he saw that Yang Jiamo was seriously injured but not dead, but turned over and hid. Instead, he gave the order again.

"Shoot!"

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Buzz!"

Without any hesitation, many rescue soldiers shot arrows one after another, covering a large area again.

Then, there was a rain of arrows.

At the same time, Wang Chao and his men were also approaching the river bank step by step.

In the vast Yellow River, many Ming soldiers looked at the waves of arrows on the other side of the Yellow River, and they couldn't help but feel timid.

Some people bravely continued to row to the other side of the Yellow River, and then were shot to death by the dense rain of arrows.

But more people began to turn the bow and wanted to return.

Some people simply rowed downstream along the Yellow River.

As for these, Wang Chao and the people's rescue army completely ignored them and just fired wave after wave of showers.

From the banks of the Yellow River, it spread towards the Yellow River.

The most important thing is that later on, the arrows shot by everyone had turned into rockets.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"

Countless fire rain arrows were shot down, and many large and small ships on the Yellow River were soon set on fire.

Seeing this scene, Wang Chao suddenly uttered a word.

"Wind!"

In an instant, the surrounding spiritual power was slightly shaken, instantly swallowing up a large amount of national destiny, and a violent wind was lifted up, instantly blowing across the entire river surface.

At this moment, the fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind helped the fire. With the wind and fire connected, the fire spread instantly, and one ship after another was set on fire.

Seeing this scene, Wang Chao and others did not stop at all, and shot arrows one after another, harvesting lives one by one.

When Wang Chao and others arrived at the Yellow River, there were no living Ming soldiers on the riverside.

The blood flowed and soaked the earth, dyed a large area of ​​the river red, and was flowing downstream, dyeing the turbid Yellow River into a bloody river.

And above the Yellow River, there was a sea of ​​fire.

Across the Yellow River, Yang Jiamo looked at the fire in front of him and gritted his teeth.

"So cruel!"

In this battle, at least two-thirds of the Ming army, more than 10,000 soldiers, were buried.

And the remaining less than 10,000 soldiers were also panicked and had no intention of fighting.

"Retreat!"

Gritting his teeth and squeezing out a word, Yang Jiamo quickly retreated to the rear with the help of his personal soldiers.

He felt that Wang Chao, the leader of the Salvation Army, had thought of attacking halfway across the river, so he might not have set up other ambushes.

Therefore, his best option now is to retreat quickly and then reorganize the army.

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