Spring and Autumn I Am King

The drums stopped, and the Bank of China Heigou looked ahead in disbelief. Just now, his disciples finally broke through the wall and swarmed in. network

He was ready to meet the victory full of joy, but because of the desperate resistance of the villagers within the wall, the momentum of the attackers was vented, and the offensive weakened. But after a while, they were driven out, and a few armored soldiers covered in blood even turned around and ran away.

The blow to the Bank of China Heihum was extremely huge. Xiaoyi’s attack and defense, which he thought was extremely simple, cost him a huge price. After a hundred, in just a few short breaths, another hundred was explained.

Inside that wall, what kind of strong army was in ambush?

At this point, there are only 600 warriors left under his command. Do you still want to fight?

"Battle!" Fan Jia, who was maddened by the consecutive defeats, roared angrily.

Fan Jia cheered for the Bank of China Heixiu: "Zhong Xingzi, the wall has been opened, and it is time to attack at this time. If the clan soldiers can't fight to the death, this battle will be over."

Bank of China Heigo gritted his teeth. He and Fan Jia applied for this battle with all their strength. He thought he would win, and he could take revenge on Zhao Wuxi in the name of robbers.

"Shan, leave one or two people here, and the rest will wait and go over to guard the formation."

After receiving the order, the military officers of the Fan and Zhongxing clans showed no mercy, killed two retreating soldiers in a row, cut off their heads, stabbed them on their spears, raised them high, and shouted sharply: " The gentleman's order, those who do not obey orders, will not retreat, they will be killed in the society, and the whole family will be relocated to the city!"

If you retreat, you will die, and your family will be implicated. The disciples of the two families had no way to retreat, but to move forward bravely.

But this time, BOC Heihum learned a lesson. Not daring to rush in again, he asked several experienced **** commanders to come forward to command.

Fan's archers are running out of arrows. However, it is still projecting sporadically, suppressing the city.

Fan and Bank of China's **** commanders, after inquiring about the situation inside, took the time to organize the pawns and re-arrange the formation. The messy skirmishers who had lost their organization were also organized and carried the ramming stakes, or threw them against the wall with flying claws, and a group of people began to pull.

"Tear down all the walls, so that we have room to play. Only by taking advantage of the number of people!"

By the time Bank of China Heigou realized this, Fan and Bank of China's disciples had suffered nearly 40% casualties and were on the verge of collapse. However, under the threat of heavy reward and severe punishment, they were still trying to persevere. They were encouraged by the **** commander, and they felt a little more stable when they looked at the crowd of comrades around them.

That's right, Fang was the one who suffered from the loss of not knowing what was going on inside, and was guarded by others, so he was beaten more and less. But this time is different. The phalanx of the soldiers of the Zhongxing clan is the most famous in the state of Jin, especially when fighting in the mountains.

They formed the "five formations" first used by Muzi and Wei Xianzi of the Bank of China, among which a horizontal formation of 100 people at the front was called "Qianreu". The rear body is four square formations, which are prepared according to the striker, the defender, the left wing and the right wing.

Once this formation is overwhelmed, confront the opponent head-on and see who can beat who!

Looking at the Jin state, the soldiers of Wei were invincible in foot combat, while the soldiers of the Zhongxing clan were invincible in battle in the mountains!

However, after half an hour, the wall finally fell down. Fan and Zhongxing's soldiers, who were waiting in line, strode forward, and after the dust had dissipated. But I saw this scene.

...

Zhao Wuxi raised his copper arm guarded hand high, holding the top feather ying that fell off during violent movements in his palm.

night wind. It was humming from south to north, and the red pheasant tail hair was constantly low and low to the north.

It was also the direction that Zhao Wuxi's soldiers were facing outwards.

There was a mess in front of him. From the beginning of the battle to the present, at the back door of Chengxiang alone, he also suffered heavy casualties of more than 100 people. Although it was mainly the people of the country and the wild who were not well equipped and were shot by arrows.

One of the watchtowers collapsed, and the other two were also crumbling. Outside the mutilated walls, the enemy was lining up, and the footsteps were rustling, becoming more and more orderly. What they plan to do, Zhao Wuxi naturally knows, but there is no way to stop it.

Once the enemy is properly prepared, and the Jin army's normal state of "organizing and relaxing" is used, and there are half-pawn archers to assist, the remaining 300 people will be at an absolute disadvantage in the confrontation.

In this short period of time, Zhao Wuxi decided to try the method he had come up with.

He asked everyone to quickly search for the undead, and all helped them to the houses behind, away from the battle site.

Xing Ao was also found. For stability and easy climbing, the observation tower had to be built in layers. He fell down the stairs in the huge shock of hitting the wall, and was pressed by a wooden board. His lungs were injured and his face was pale, but he was not in danger of life. He was quickly sent to the village temple for rescue.

At the same time, Zhao Wuxi also ordered the well-headed baggage liang, and the people of the country to stack the big bags of wheat flour that had been prepared in the various gaps in the front door.

As if it was really God who helped him, at this time the south wind began to blow again, making Zhao Wuxi overjoyed. If it wasn't for the wrong situation, he would have wanted to stop and sing a song "Xunxi of the South Wind, which can relieve the sullenness of my people".

"Cut open the ge cloth bag, empty all the wheat flour, and spill it on the corner!"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and they were very puzzled that the gentleman did not lead them to rush out to defend against the remnant enemy, but he did this seemingly useless act. But no one asked much. In the past year, Chengxiang has become accustomed to the whimsy of gentlemen. Anyway, every time, he can create miracles and benefits for the people of the country.

Under Chengwu's deliberate propaganda, they believe that a gentleman is a sage, protected by ghosts and gods, and able to "think what the wise think of the unseen", and see the unseen.

Jing has always been loyal to his duties, running around under Zhao Wuxi's orders.

Tian Ben, who had always been in a hostile state with Jing, made great achievements in escorting tonight, and also completed the ten-person beheading. After the war, he will definitely be promoted by a gentleman. Therefore, the heavy soldiers asked Jing not to be at a disadvantage, and came to ask the gentleman to fight, so as to make meritorious deeds to restore the two Sima.

But Well refused.

"What a gentleman asks me to do, I will do what I do, and I can't go beyond my job."

At this time, he was carrying the wheat flour sweating profusely, picked it up, put it down, piled it in the gap, and cut it open with a sword.

Are these things going to be used to block the enemy? It doesn't seem to work. What's more, the wheat flour is extremely precious, and these dozens of bags are just like using meat to beat a vicious dog.

The blade slashed open the Gebu bag one by one. The pale yellow wheat flour that was as fine as clay flowed out slowly and sprinkled all over the ground. Splashed all over the corner.

"Everyone backs up to twenty paces... No, gather at thirty paces away, Chinese and savages, stay farther away!"

Mucha stared at the enemy behind the wall, and across the screen, he pleaded angrily: "The minister is willing to stay here!"

Zhao Wuxi tapped him with a bow and said, "Confused! Quickly retreat with me, this gentleman has his own way to retreat from the enemy!"

so. When Fan and Zhongxing's pawns smashed the dozens of steps on the left and collapsed, they found that the inside was actually empty. After the dust cleared, it was discovered that the enemies were standing at a distance thirty paces away, and the queue was quite orderly.

"Go ahead!" The other party didn't force them to stop them. This was a good opportunity. The military officials of the two families quickly drove everyone into the wall.

As soon as the soldiers of the first phalanx "Front Rejection" entered here, they felt that something was wrong around them: a layer of delicate pale yellow powder was spread under their feet, as if it were snowing.

"This is... wheat flour?" The reputation of Chengxiang wheat flour has spread throughout the Jin Kingdom. It is said that this item has created countless wealth for the Zhao family. If the soldiers are rich, they are also fortunate to have tasted powdered food.

"In Jiangshi, a bucket of wheat flour can be exchanged for a stone of corn..."

As a result, some disciples from poor families began to bend over to pick up wheat flour secretly, stuffed it into their belts or cuffs, and even threw a handful into their mouths to chew, even the military officials couldn’t stop berating them.

In fact, the military officers were also puzzled: "What is Zhao's son doing to help the enemy? Or do you want to use these wheat flour to bribe us and make our formation scattered?"

Fan's 100 people are at the back, and the Bank of China's five formations are at the front, and more than 200 "Front Rejection" and "Frontier" people have poured in.

Blown by the south wind that swept through Chengxiang. Part of the wheat flour that was everywhere was rolled up and filled with them and the walls, watchtowers, and doorways. Drifting. Finally, it was raised to everyone's body, and the eyebrows and buns suddenly dyed a layer of light yellow. Many people accidentally inhaled, choked and coughed, and some people were squinted.

"So that's what it is for! Want to obstruct our sight?" Fan's military officer covered his mouth and thought it was funny. He was about to direct everyone to move forward, but he saw a man wearing a black paint () patent leather armor in the crowd of people on the opposite side. The gentleman, holding a bow, aimed this way.

It was Zhao Wuxi, the arrow in his hand was a special "smoke arrow rocket" wrapped in animal ointment, and just now a panicked Fan's archer shot in without lighting it, but Wu Xie took the material on the spot. Picked up to use.

"Fire." Wu Xie said one word lightly.

Jing Yingsheng came over, holding a bamboo torch 15 feet long.

Zhao Wuxi lit the rocket, put on the bowstring, aimed at the opposite side, and then issued another confusing order.

"Get down!"

The Chengxiang soldiers in front and behind were extremely nervous, and the doubts in their hearts became heavier and heavier, but they did so quickly. This made Fan and Zhong Xing's pawns, who had become increasingly deep in the horizontal formation on the opposite side, utterly amused.

"Why did they fall to the ground, are they surrendering and begging for mercy?"

At the same time, the south wind was blowing more and more fiercely, and all the wheat flour on the ground had been swept up, as if the catkins on the banks of the Fen Shui were flying, and the fine snow that fluttered in the twelfth lunar month, and finally poured into the relatively airtight remnant buildings. , doorway.

In order to make room for the people coming from behind, dozens of soldiers from the Zhongxing clan got into it. They were all shrouded in a dense whirlwind of wheat flour, but they didn't seem to be any threat except to be fascinated by the eyes.

And what Zhao Wuyu thought about was: At that position, the density of powder particles in the air should be enough, right?

So ~www.wuxiahere.com~ he secretly prayed to God for protection, and then let go of the bowstring, and the rocket flew towards the target with a swoosh.

Almost everyone stared at the arrow with contempt and confusion. A soldier stepped forward with a shield, trying to block it.

But how to stop it!

The faint light blue flame on the arrow cluster suddenly burst into flames after entering the doorway filled with wheat flour. The sparks bloomed, turned into a colorful, and quickly spread out in all directions, triggering a more violent reaction!

"Boom!"

After the violent combustion, there was a loud noise that shook the sky and earth! Like a thunderbolt descending to the world!

ps: This is a plot that has been set a long time ago, and has nothing to do with what happened the day before yesterday. Pray for Tianjin. (To be continued)

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