Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 120
"Shoot!" Zhang Zhao roared angrily!
"Shoot!" Hundreds of soldiers holding bows and crossbows shouted at the same time!
Arrows are like locusts!With anger, contempt, and even the brilliance of civilization, they shot at the God Warrior on the opposite side!
When Zhang Zhao drew his bow to shoot, the god fighters on the opposite side also drew their bows to shoot, but their movements were not so neat. There were only a few hundred bows among the three 4000 people, and they shot out sparsely!

In the rain of arrows all over the sky, the god warriors screamed one after another, the front row was shot by the god arm bow, their chest and abdomen were pierced, screaming and struggling on the ground, the back row was pierced by the thrown arrows, the left Rolling to the right, screaming all over the floor.

It has to be said that the bow and crossbow hit each other, and the god-arm bow that was relied on as a powerful weapon by the Song Dynasty in history is indeed too perverted. There are no more than two layers of iron armor within [-] steps, so it can't be defended at all!
On Zhang Zhao's side, two or even three layers of heavy armor are common, and the arrows shot by a few step bows have almost no armor-piercing arrows, which can cause very limited damage to them.

"Draw the bow!"

"lead the bow"

"shoot!"

"shoot!"

The second round of arrow rain covered, 600 people against three 4000 people, but the 600 people actually shot [-] arrows.

Among the three or four thousand god warriors, there are three hundred who can shoot at each other with bows.

If the degree of armor and the number of large shields held by both sides are counted, this is not like shooting at each other, it is almost like a massacre.

Ma Yaozi roared excitedly, a wave of excitement and anger that he had never experienced dominated him. He used to rely on ferocity and cruelty on the battlefield, but today, in the ferocity, he seemed to have a little more sense of justice !
right!It is justice!

Ma Yaozi suddenly felt as if he was standing on the top of a high mountain, and a group of hideous ants were standing at his feet, making all kinds of disgusting movements towards him!
Pooh!Ma Yaozi spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, things that are not as good as pigs and dogs, let Yeye teach you how to be a human being!
Qiongre Duojin also had this feeling, he was a slave who lost Dongdai, but for a piece of coarse wheat that Tang Gu survived, he became a dog for Ge Duo, and since then he has killed and robbed, even women and children.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a shame he had never felt before.

And precisely because he had been a dog for Ge Duo, even though he was number one in martial arts in Regret Mountain Capital, there were not many people who regarded him as his own except Mr. Erlang, and Qiong Re Duojin always felt that he was Not really into the past.

But at this moment, a sense of pride of belonging to the collective rushed to the top of Qiong Re Duojin's head.

He glanced at Yin Yaozi, who was also excited, and the other party gave him a positive look. It was such a simple look, and Qiong Re Duojin suddenly seemed to find a feeling of being called home.

He hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time!

In the strong emotional impact, Qiong Re Duojin drew the bow and shot the arrow faster and faster, and he didn't feel sore arms or tired at all!

The bearded Abdu was stunned as he rode on a tall horse, and then his face turned pale immediately. He realized that something was wrong. He thought differently!

In the imagination, three or four thousand fighters should be able to exhaust the Khotanese on the opposite side. Although these cannon fodder certainly cannot shake the formation of the Khotanese, they can greatly consume the energy of the Khotanese.

But!Just for a while, he suddenly realized that he didn't know how much energy the people of Khotan had consumed. He only knew that if his warriors continued to shoot at each other like this, they might collapse!

It is impossible for these guys who came to the east to gain benefits to suffer a large number of casualties in such a short period of time.

This... Damn it, if the Chinese army collapses, it will be outflanked by both sides!
"Blow the trumpet! Blow the trumpet!" Let the god warriors go up to fight hand-to-hand, with two hundred households on the left and right flanks to supplement them. I chisel into the soldiers of the Khotanites!

Just when Abdu issued the order, General Adumu curled his lips gloatingly on the top of the wall.

He kind of wanted to suggest to the governor of Ittihad to withdraw the army as soon as possible. The army on the opposite side was not something they could fight at all.

But well!Thinking back on Abdu's proud face, Adumu decided not to say anything.

The tick-tock of a tubular instrument was blown, loud and penetrating.

This thing is the predecessor of a wind instrument called Xiaomu in later generations. It was used in the Ottoman army, and its sound is slightly similar to the Chinese suona.

"Rush up! Rush up! Heretics know how to shoot arrows, melee combat is not enough!"

"God bless us! Infidels shall be defeated!"

"This is a holy battle, we must spread the voice of Allah to all peach blossom stones!"

Xiao Mu's sharp voice sounded, and the junior officers among the God Warriors shouted loudly.

In fact, they didn't lose too many people in the previous rounds of confrontation, at most 200 people.

But most of the people were frightened by Zhang Zhao's aura. Under the roar of the officer, fanatical religious emotions began to pervade their bodies again.

Amidst Xiao Mu's voice, the warlords gradually gathered together, shoulder to shoulder, leaning on each other and began to run.

It's just that the formation of armored men and shields in front that was just formed has become chaotic, and many god warriors wearing torn leather armor and without armor have already rushed to the front.

"Draw the sword! The god-armed archer shoots the last round!" Zhang Zhao drew out his rifle and gave the last order!
'Buzz! 'The last round of the divine arm bow was shot, and the powerful thrust of two stones and one fight produced great lethality at a distance of sixty or seventy steps. Some crossbow arrows even penetrated the human body and pierced into the chest of the person behind.

Such a terrifying lethality caused the god warriors who were advancing closely to fall down again, and the morale that had just been boosted began to drop rapidly again!

Zhang Zhao raised his rifle high and then flattened it abruptly, waiting for the arrival of the warrior.

The god warriors howled, and all kinds of obscenities and vicious curses continued to sound.

'boom! The two sides slammed into each other, to be precise, their spears slammed into each other, and the two rows of spear forests facing each other stretched for hundreds of meters like two rows of teeth emerging from the ground out of thin air.

With a roar, Zhang Zhao pierced a god warrior's neck. The god warrior also wanted to stab him in the neck, but the spear was too short and failed.

Qiong Reduojin also howled and stabbed a God Warrior. The guy on the opposite side was like a bag full of blood in his hands, and the blood gushed out from the dark blood hole.

"Forward! Forward! Forward!" After stabbing the enemy to death, the fanatical Joan Radokin howled and called his comrades to step forward.

Zhang Zhao looked at Qiong Re Duojin in surprise, and he found a kind of excitement burst out from this Tubo slave.

The spear forest is facing each other!The more you step forward.The danger will increase exponentially, but whoever dares to take a step forward and can resist the huge casualties will completely overwhelm the opponent in terms of morale.

Originally, the two sides were not at the same level from equipment to training, and encouraged by Zhang Zhao's four arrows and four kills, the soldiers in Regret Mountain City became more and more courageous in the battle. They only used more than [-] people to kill hundreds of people on the opposite side. step back.

The sky did not know when there was a drizzle of drizzle, and the ground on the ground was quickly soaked in drizzle and blood, and it would make a disgusting gurgling sound when stepped on.

"Wind!" The soldiers of Regret Shandu yelled after Zhang Zhao. At the same time, they took a step forward and thrust out their spears. They were so consistent, as if they were being stabbed by the same person.

And with the 'wind!wind! 'The ones who drank loudly were the screams and howls of the collapsed God Warrior on the opposite side!
. . . .

Barbarian Xiong was eating a flax cake in his hand, and a thin man was feeding him chicken soup, and several people around him were putting on armor for him, and his giant ax was at his feet.

On the other side of the formation, Dunzhu also got the same treatment, but he didn't drink chicken soup, but Zhang Zhao brewed it, and he ate a big roast chicken instead of the little black millet wine left.

'Hoo hoo! 'A command flag kept shaking, and the monk Zhitong on the hillside chanted the Buddha's name.

From the corner of his squinted eyes, the world was gloomy, and he seemed to see his master who was burned alive in the main hall of Kaiyuan Temple, and his brothers who were hacked to death at the door!

"Shenjidu! Throwing stones!" The mage, who was forced to become a monk, yelled in pain.

(End of this chapter)