Da Wei Chun

Chapter 25 Battle ([-])

"Gluck cluck cluck..."

The sour voice kept ringing, but there was no sign that the fort gate was about to be opened.

Winch broken?

Song Chang was thinking about it when a flower suddenly appeared in front of him...

The light that came from nowhere, reflected on the ice wall and dazzled his eyes.

Why is it so bright all of a sudden?

Song Chang subconsciously raised his head and looked at the dock.

Somehow, dozens of torches suddenly lit up on the wall...

No, there are dozens of people standing behind the torches, holding what looks like a bow... The archer has put the arrow on the bow, and is lighting the torch...

Counted?
Song Chang's face turned pale, as if he had been hit in the head, and there was a buzzing sound in his head.

Before he could react, he heard Monk Yinguang roar: "Back... back..."

Back now, I'm afraid it's too late!
Li Song sneered and waved his hand fiercely: "Let it go!"

What the archers shot was not people, but the more than 30 carriages.

On the top of the carriage was a layer of straw mats, with a few sacks on the sides to hide people's eyes and ears. They were full of hay, and people were hidden in the middle.

The rockets, wrapped in sackcloth and soaked in grease, fell onto the carriage like rain. Many arrows penetrated the straw mat and hit people. There was a scream from the carriage.

Immediately, the rocket attracted the straw mat and the sack, and immediately caught fire.

There was no way the people inside could hide. There was no arrow, or the point was missed. They all jumped out of the carriage like cats with their tails stepped on.

As a result, just jumped off the carriage, and ushered in the second round of arrow rain.

Many horses were also hit by arrows, but the carriages followed closely one after another, unable to move forward at all, and could only rush towards the ice beaches on the left and right sides.

As soon as they hit the ice beach, the four hooves slipped and the horse fell down, and several of them rolled over directly.

The person who didn't come and jumped out of the car was thrown seven or eight meters away, and fell heavily on the ice beach. Just after screaming, the third round of arrows shot over again...

Fortunately, he didn't get hit by the arrow and struggled to get up. He didn't run two steps forward, his foot slipped again, and he fell down with a somersault.

Originally close to each other, the nearly [-] archers who shot carriages slowly spread out along the city wall along with the scurrying enemies.

Behind every archer, there are two old men or women, one holding an arrow and the other holding a torch.

While moving, the arrow shoots down methodically.

Fourth round, fifth round, sixth round...

With a small amount of effort, a short section of the city wall has become purgatory, the flames are flickering, people are howling and horses are neighing...

From the moment when the torches were lit on the wall to the scene of ghosts crying and wolves howling and people turning their backs, the whole process took less than 3 minutes, and most of the thieves lost their lives before they could react.

Monk Yinguang had kept an eye out and hid in the back, and when he saw a torch suddenly light up on the wall, he was also the quickest to react.

At this time, he had turned his horse's head and ran to the river more than 20 feet away, screaming: "Don't run, take the weapon, take the bow and arrow, shoot back..."

But except for a few monks, who quickly grabbed a few bows and guns from the car, most of the remaining people only had one thought in their minds: escape.

The four hundred thieves are like headless flies, bumping around, falling down, getting up, falling down, getting up again...

In a panic, someone even got under the carriage.

Li Chengzhi almost couldn't help reminding: Brother, the car is on fire...

The rocket planted on the ground and the burning carriage illuminated the wall as if it were daylight, and Yinguang could see it very clearly.

He has already thought about it flawlessly, how exactly this scene happened, and he has no time to investigate, why this battle is completely different from what he imagined?
He even couldn't figure out why the more than 400 subordinates who were screaming murderously before setting off to kill people and set fire to them, and after capturing Lijiabao, wanted to eat meat, drink alcohol and sleep with women, why were they like pigs and sheep at the mercy of others? ...

Infinite fear poured into his mind, Yinguang trembled all over, and even his horse was almost unsteady.

No, I haven't lost yet, as long as the men who didn't hit the arrow can run out, I may not have the chance to counterattack...

The Li family can use rockets, can't they?

He heard very clearly before that the door of the dock was not filled in, as long as the door was opened, he could rush in...

Yinguang gritted his teeth hard, tried hard to dispel the fear in his heart, and made the last struggle: "Don't go to the ice beach... Retreat, go back along the straight road, and retreat out of range..."

But unfortunately, amid the miserable howls of hundreds of people, his screams were no different from mosquitoes...

All shouting, all shouting, just wanting to stay as far away from the torches on the wall as possible.

But the more anxious it is, the more unstable it will be, and the more somersaults will be thrown...

In the eyes of the archer on the wall, these thieves under the wall are like living targets...

Finished!

This was the only thought left in Yinguang's mind.

If the shooting continues like this, the strong men of the Li family can kill all his [-] men without even leaving the fort...

If you don't run now, when will you wait?
I still have seven hundred monks and strong men, plus the three hundred villagers of the Song family, there are still thousands of people, and there may not be a chance to make a comeback...

As soon as the idea of ​​​​running came out, like wild grass, it filled his heart in an instant.

Yinguang pulled the reins and used the back of the knife to forcefully draw the horse's butt...

As soon as the horse started to run, it ran three or four feet when Yin Guang suddenly heard a strange sound.

"bang bang bang bang..."

The voice was neat and powerful, as if more than ten people were knocking on the table at the same time.

He followed the sound and looked up, half of his frightened soul flew away.

A crowd of black people, lined up in neat formations, pushed from west to east.

The spears are like forests, the tips of the spears and the armor of the old soldiers in the front row reflect a frightening cold light under the illumination of the moonlight.

Apart from walking, these people have no extra movement or noise, like a wall, pushing forward inexorably.

There were not many people, more than a hundred at most, but with these more than 100 people, they lined up in three rows and blocked the ten-foot open space from the ice beach to the river bank.

There is a gap, it is quite wide, it is the ice beach nearly ten feet wide under the wall of the village.

But there are already archers who have moved to this position. If they want to rush from there, at least they have to calculate first, how many arrows can they hold on their own?
Whether it's riding a horse or walking, Yinguang has already seen what happens when you walk on this ice beach.

There is another road, the Jinghe River in the north...

Not to mention that he is wearing armor, if he jumps down, he will sink to the bottom. The weather alone has destroyed the last hope in Yinguang's heart.

Even if you don't drown, you will freeze to death.

I can only run east...

Yinguang pulled the reins and prepared to turn around.

But when he turned around and saw the same black wall pushing from the east, he suddenly felt a deep despair.

(End of this chapter)