Spring and Autumn I Am King

"Boom!"

Xing Ao, who was instructed by Zhao Wuxi, accurately woke up the alarm of death after the other party entered eighty steps.

Wu Xie stood on the watchtower and shouted to both sides: "All talents, after getting up and firing a salvo, immediately bow your head to avoid!"

After he finished speaking, he also shot the last arrow from the pot on his left waist.

In the three watchtowers in the city, there are a total of sixteen talents, all of whom have been strictly trained under the guidance of Wang Sunqi on weekdays. Before that, the gentleman and their two corps commanders had already released seven or eight arrows each, killing and injuring nearly ten people.

They listened to the tense sound of the bowstrings beside their ears, and the corporal's refreshing shouts after suppressing his colleagues at a distance, and their fingers were already itchy. After hearing the sound, he immediately got up and opened his bow, and shot at the bright torch eighty paces away. Those flames that originally wanted to bring panic to Chengyi have now become the best targets for attracting firepower.

So, at the moment when Fan's archers raised their bows and pulled the strings in unison, ready to release the rocket, they only heard the sound of breaking the air in the dark night: this time, it was no longer three or two sporadic arrows, but Dozens of dense salvos! Every arrow is a death letter from the darkness!

Even though there was a row of armored soldiers with dry shields in front of them to help resist, there were still archers who subconsciously retracted their strings and threw their bows to hide their heads. There was even a direct release in a panic, shooting the armored soldier in front of him.

Puff puff!

This time - ± salvo, there are a total of ten arrows, most of them landed on the heads of the three ranks accurately, and the others were missed. Another half was blocked by the armored soldiers with dry shields, and the real damage caused was only three or five lives. But the more important effect is to completely disrupt the formation of the salvo.

"put!"

Only half of Fan's archers remained. Still steady the bow in his hand, facing the night. Dozens of flickering rockets were thrown towards the back door of Chengyi!

They were burning and glowing, and after flying against the wind to the highest point, they were hampered in vain, and fell obliquely towards Wanglou and Yimen!

Like a bolide piercing the night sky!

...

"Lower your head to avoid!"

On the top of the tower, after Zhao Wuxi shot an arrow first, he immediately fell to the ground, with a thick wooden block behind him. To be on the safe side, I also touched the poplar shield prepared on the watchtower. Buckled upside down on the top of his head, the corners of his mouth were full of smiles.

When he was just shooting arrows, he felt the wind direction and found that the wind was blowing from the south, which was beneficial to Chengxiang.

Although the wind is not big, it will still have some impact on the lighter arrows, and the opponent is far away, which can be expected. These coming arrows will greatly reduce the threat to Chengxiang.

The clerks on the watchtower followed suit. After shooting an arrow, they immediately lowered their bodies, and also sought out wooden shields or blind spots to avoid them.

After a moment. A roaring sound rang out, and dozens of rockets covered in ointment and ignited pierced the sky and fell staggeringly toward this side. Because of the headwind at night. Coupled with the interference caused by Chengxiang Caishi's preemptive shooting of arrows, most of those arrows missed their positions. Disorganized inserted in the road, or on the wall.

Only a dozen or so successfully crossed the wall. Tossed down into the city, the towers, open spaces, and tiled roofs were scattered.

But they still caused death or injury to several places in the city who had not been able to hide. Painful cries occasionally sounded, and a house that was too late to be cleaned also caught fire.

The anxious Chinese got out of the tiled house and wanted to go to put out the fire with a bucket in their arms. Mucha and the others hurriedly shouted: "Come back quickly!"

But it was too late. The second wave of arrows had already arrived, flying everywhere like locusts. Two arrows pierced through the internal organs and thighs of the countryman on the spot, nailing him directly to the ground, and it seemed that he was dead.

This time, without the interference of the senior staff on the watchtower, the number of arrows rained a lot more, and the quality of aiming also increased a lot. Zhao Wuxi also inserted an arrow into the wooden shield in his hand with a ding, causing his arm to go numb, but luckily it didn't penetrate.

Fortunately, the headwind weather helped Zhao Wuxi again. Many rockets were extinguished in mid-air, and only a few were still burning. It fell on the walls and tiles that had been wiped with wet dung and soil, and on the roof of the watchtower, it soon became a plume of blue smoke.

When the third wave of arrows fell, the soldiers in Chengxiang already had experience of evading, and they all huddled in a safe place honestly. Although some people were injured this time and there were several screams of pain, they were quickly covered by the people next to them. In the end, no death was caused.

Thanks to the wind direction, most of the arrows remained outside the wall, and the sporadically ignited flames were not the key point. After being poured a ladle of water in the kettle by the people next to them, they went out. fear.

"A gentleman has his own help!" Holding the pamphlet to record the meritorious deeds, while temporarily serving as a judge, supervising the success of everyone, he subconsciously shouted this after being taught by Wu Zhu's father for many years.

Unexpectedly, this sentence resonated for a while, and the villagers and the people of the country nodded in unison, feeling that this statement was true.

Zhao Wuxi was secretly happy, and at the same time silently calculated that if the opponent's archer still stood eighty paces away to shoot, although the threat to the city was not big for the time being. But in the long run, his odds of winning will be getting smaller and smaller.

In the eyes of Chinese people, the newly built rammed earth wall in Chengxiang looks very thick and tall. But such walls and fortifications are only stronger than the walls of their respective houses, and they can stop sporadic pirates, but under the siege of thousands of Fan and Bank of China's family soldiers, they really can't do much.

He thought to himself: "The archers suffered a careless loss just now, and they were taken away by me at a distance of 90 paces. In addition, it happened to be against the wind tonight, so they haven't caused much damage so far.

"If their brigade commander remained patient and waited until the wind stopped, or let the archers take turns to shoot, they would use ordinary arrows to throw them desperately without playing with rockets, and we would be shot and would not dare to look up at all. At that time. The armored soldier protects his disciples and rushes through the wall, and he can directly kill the general and enter!"

Anticipating what would happen, Zhao Wuxi's heart suddenly became heavy. If that were the case, the wall would be breached in the blink of an eye. In the melee, it is difficult to predict who will win and who will lose.

But if they can't hold their breath, stop shooting arrows, and venture forward...

Xing Ao also buckled a small shield on his head. Under the rain of arrows, he couldn't stand up to check the enemy's situation. But it doesn't matter. When designing the watchtower, Zhao Wuxi asked the carpenter to open a movable eyelet on the wooden wall. Xing Ao was looking out from there.

"Gentleman, their arrows stopped and started to move forward!"

Sure enough, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Wuxi's mouth. The other party's brigade commander, although he knows a little about the method of marching and battle formation, is not sophisticated, especially his patience is poor, and it seems that he is also a first-time brother on the battlefield.

It turned out that Fan Jia, who was a little impatient, was dissatisfied with the effect of these three salvos. Force the archers to continue to approach some more arrows. When he wanted to come, the archers on the opposite watchtower had been completely suppressed. Maybe they would have been shot to death by arrow rain long ago, and they would not pose a threat.

Although he had some doubts about this proposal, he did not object to it. After all, he was posing as a pirate to attack tonight, and he was still on Zhao's territory. The longer it drags on, the worse it is for them. What's more, their Zhongxing clan provided soldiers and armored soldiers who were good at mountain combat this time, and the archers in front. But it is Fan's family soldier.

This quick-tempered chaos was in the middle of Zhao Wuxi's arms.

His voice resounded through the back door again: "Second or third son, you have been forced to be suffocated three times by such a small child. Are you resentful in your heart?"

After all, Wu Xie got up first. To stop shooting arrows, the three columns of enemies who were marching forward shot another arrow.

"It's my turn to fight back!"

This time he aimed. It was the **** of Fan, who specially issued orders under the light of the torch and was responsible for correcting the distance of archery!

The **** chief was biting his head, persuading the archers whose morale had improved slightly to move their legs again and move forward for a while. But after only taking two or three steps, he saw a flower in front of him, and saw a sharp arrow whistling and flying. Even though the armored soldier in front held up his shield, the arrow still got into the gap from a tricky angle, piercing deeply. On the shoulders of the pawn! Knock him to the ground.

Just now, there was a deadly silence on the watchtower, as if all the villagers were shot to death. In fact, they all huddled in the watchtower, protecting themselves with shields, and only two people were slightly injured. There will be a gentleman taking the lead, the morale will be boosted, and a group of people will stand up in unison, throwing arrows of revenge on the marching archers.

Immediately, within these short ten or twenty steps, Fan's archers and soldiers paid a price of ten or twenty lives.

Although the **** leader was injured, there were still two Sima and the corporal leader who maintained order, and actually managed to hold a distance of more than 60 paces.

The number base is here, and the talented people in Chengxiang were once again suppressed, but the casualty rate of Fan's archers was already as high as 20%. They became more and more anxious and casual in their bowing, and their accuracy became worse and worse. The armored soldiers holding shields also fell from time to time, and the column of disciples holding torches behind them did not dare to approach.

After Fan Jia on the chariot saw the order just now, the effect was even less satisfactory, and he became a little impatient. His own hundred archers were countered three times by more than a dozen opponents. He thought he could easily flatten this town today, but there was no reason to feel embarrassed. He hastily issued a new order without discussing it with the Bank of China Heihui.

"The archer stepped back, and the disciples held up the bumper and began to charge to break through the wall!"

"Wait a minute, the archers can't retreat. Instead, they have to approach step by step. They are divided into two groups, left and right, to suppress the arrows in the city from the two wings, and leave the middle road for the soldiers to charge! Don't go to the pile first, send a wave of people first. Go fill in the ravines, remove the fences, and the moths will attract attention."

Bank of China Heihum hurriedly spoke out to stop him, and immediately felt that two commanders of equal status would be troublesome.

However, Fan Jia just frowned and agreed. At the same time, the Bank of China Heixi was dissatisfied with the weak attack of the fox baby at the front door, and sent someone over to urge him!

On Zhao Wuxi's side, he also said to Cheng Tuan: "The situation in the city can only be roughly guessed from outside, so they have been shooting aimlessly. When they want to come, hundreds of people are facing the enemy inside, and the formation must be dense. , the rain of arrows can kill hundreds of people and cause chaos. In fact, because we were well prepared, the rockets did not have much effect, and there were many bunkers at the back door, so the casualties were only more than ten people, and the wounded had already been along the way. The wall was sent to the village temple for treatment."

"However, if the opponent's pawns and moths attack next, this short village wall will have to fight each other!"

At that time, the villagers and guards will become the main force of resistance~www.wuxiahere.com~ Zhao Wuxi was an ordinary person in his previous life. Although he likes military history, he is only talking about soldiers on paper. But after coming to the Spring and Autumn Period, he was very diligent and eager to learn. From the words and deeds of Wang Sunqi, Yang Tongrong, You Wuzheng and others, as well as the concise "Sima Law", he learned the war laws of this era.

Combining the experience of later generations, and training the soldiers himself, he gradually found out some ways, and according to different situations, he can basically guess some of the actions on the other side.

So now Zhao Wuxi can barely be called a "good soldier".

Before he finished speaking, Xing Ao announced loudly, saying that the archers gradually walked while shooting, dividing into two wings to the left and right, and on the side of the chariot, a drummer began to beat the drums. (To be continued..)

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