Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 177

Blood flowed at the gap in the east city, forming glaring red streams on the chaotic loess.

The jumping soldiers under the spears and pistols fell to the ground, but most of them were Saman Persians.

Because although they are the elite frontier troops on the border of the Saman country, since their humiliating defeat to Saktu four years ago, most of the main force has been lost, especially the loss of officers.

The current ones are all trained and promoted in the past few years, and their strength and morale cannot be compared with those of four years ago.

On the contrary, the strength of Khotan Palace Guards can be said to be quite good.

They have been in small-scale dog fights with the Kara Khanate all these years, and some of them are poor Tibetans from the plateau. They came up from the snow-capped mountains to fight for the king of Khotan and live a rich life.

What's more, quite a few of them are the elite who followed Zhang Zhao in successive battles in Shule and Polu Prefecture.

Soldiers raging and generals raging, under the leadership of Duke Zhang Dajun, these Khotan palace guards, who were no weaker than Zhang Zhao's soldiers in Regret Mountain Capital, received the blessings of the two BUFFs of consecutive victories and lonely bravery, and their combat effectiveness increased. Even more terrifying.

At the same time, the archers arranged by Ma Jirong also played a big role. They kept pouring heavy arrows on the heads of the rear of the Persian army, which caused the casualty rate of the rear of the Persian army to be higher than that of the front row. Su Di had no choice.

He either made the back team retreat the whole team, or beat the drums forward, and let the two sides melee together to offset the advantage of the opponent's archers.

However, the gap was finally blasted, and the front is still facing. Now you retreat to the whole team, not to mention whether the army will collapse because of this, even the commander-in-chief Ali Dulav will definitely not tolerate this kind of behavior.

"Beat the drums! Let the front row go up! Continue to follow up, draw [-] archers, and make sure to suppress the opponent! Yusuf, you lead my personal guards and go up in person." Masudi quickly made a choice, The drumbeat sounded.

"Forward! Forward!" The Persian heavy armored spearmen in the front row had no choice but to go forward. As soon as they moved forward, the Persian jumping soldiers in front of their legs were also forced to move forward.

It's a pity that they were almost unable to hold back and were about to collapse. They were still being pushed forward, and their hearts sank instantly. Only a few dared to go up and fight desperately, and most of them were thinking about how to save their lives.

As soon as Ma Jirong saw this situation, he knew he had won, because when stabbing with a long spear, you always have to draw back first, and then stab out, and in order to strengthen the ability to penetrate the armor, the arc of the backward draw is not small.

But tapping is different, just swing it up and hit it. In this way, there is an extra output distance for no reason.

Sure enough, before the Persian spearman stabbed the Khotan palace guard in the neck and chest, he was severely beaten.

The three-to-four-meter long spear was raised high and knocked down violently. There was a huge lump of fine iron at the end of the spear. The effect of hitting people was no worse than Gu Duo.

Under the violent beating, the heavy armored spearmen in the front row of Persia were beaten to pieces, even bleeding.

However, they were considered elite, and they continued to stab forward, but the effect was not very good. Even with long spears, when facing two or three layers of armor, their armor-piercing ability was not as good as imagined.

"Stab!" Seeing the enemy approaching, Ma Jirong flexibly adjusted his tactics and disrupted the enemy's front row. Now it's time to kill.

"Wind!" Everyone roared and stabbed together, which was much more lethal than scattered Persian spears. The collective stabbing of the ten people in the front row knocked down three Persian spearmen at once.

"Wind!" There was another roar, and another seven or eight Persian spearmen fell down.

Many fell down this time, not all because of being stabbed by the spearmen, but because the Persian jumping soldiers who were fighting rats under the spears collapsed.

And as soon as they ran, Khotan's jumping soldiers could directly hold a short knife and stab the Persian spearman's thigh that was not covered by the nail leaf, or insert it specifically into the gap of the nail leaf.

Who can bear this?
Amid the miserable howls, the four rows of Persian spearmen in the front phalanx collapsed in an instant, but then, the Persian spearmen in the second phalanx came forward.

But just now they were specially targeted by the archers in the most ruthless phalanx. When they came up, they were not full of people, and their morale was not very high. They only persisted for less than three or four minutes. It crashed.

The drums sounded again, and the Persian spearmen in the third phalanx were ordered by the military order to rush in through the gap. They were behind and didn't see the situation inside clearly, but they were dumbfounded as soon as they entered.

What about the promised spearman to stab?Why are there all crossbowmen on the opposite side?
Thirty well-stringed horned crossbows aimed at these unlucky guys. At such a short distance, no matter what kind of armor you have, you will definitely not be able to withstand the shooting of a horned crossbow with a strength of nearly three stones.

The Khotan palace guards, who put down their spears and held their bows and crossbows, gave out immediately, and the third phalanx came up within 2 minutes, leaving behind more than a dozen corpses and retreating.

"Kill!" As soon as the enemy retreated, the Khotan palace guard rushed out immediately.

The Persians in the fourth wave of the phalanx were rushed by their own people and then by the Khotan palace guards. They collapsed without touching the enemy, which also caused the collapse of the troops behind.

Six or seven hundred soldiers were kicked and beaten by dozens of Khotan palace guards, and their helmets and armor were thrown all over the floor.

'Ding ding ding! 'The sharp sound of gold and iron sounded, and the red flag indicating danger was also desperately shaken.

The fire chiefs and deputy fire chiefs began to restrain their soldiers, and summoned these hot-headed soldiers back.

Because a large number of archers have been transferred from the opposite side, especially the catapults have also been prepared.

A rain of arrows poured down, and several hot-headed Khotan jumping soldiers were shot into hedgehogs and fell to the outside of the city. Most of them still followed the instructions and slowly retreated into the gap.

As soon as they came in, the whistling stones came crashing down. Ma Jirong smiled triumphantly, and while beckoning the soldiers to avoid the stones, he sent someone to inform Guo Guangsheng and Guo Dalang.

This is just the Persians venting their anger. When the trebuchets are 'tired', they can continue to repair the East City!
"Pass my military order! All officers above the captain of the third and fourth phalanxes will be killed! Let Masudi prepare elite soldiers again. If he can't attack this time, I will let him go!"

There was a trace of murderous intent in Ali Dulav's eyes, he blasted through the city wall and couldn't get in, so why attack the city?Just retreat!
However, he was also a little puzzled, where did so many elite soldiers come from this Bala Sagon?

Ali Dulav is very familiar with this kind of tribal alliance-style city-state, they can't get it, and they can't afford to support so many elite soldiers.

Even if the armor was left after Saktu retreated last time, what about the people?It can't be that people are also from Saktu, right?
A soldier cannot be called a soldier just by wearing armor. From ancient times to the present, a soldier has been passed down, and needs to be taught by precepts and deeds, and trained since childhood.

For example, how to distinguish the sound of horn drum, gold and iron?How to queue up?How should the phalanx fight?How should Yanyue Formation stand?How to cooperate with multiple people?These are things that need to be taught.

Those who have mastered these, honed their martial arts skills, and trained their bodies with unlimited rice noodles and a lot of lean meat every day can only be called armored soldiers when they put on armor.

The most elite among them are those who wear several layers of iron armor and can fight intermittently for several hours. They are the elite iron armor warriors.

This is an extremely precious existence in any country. It can be called a strategic weapon, and its status is almost equal to the current intercontinental missiles and heavy bombers.

At present, in this world, except for the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, there is no other country that can use martial arts and a large military aristocratic class to raise 300,000 soldiers, and then match them with iron armor.

Being able to recruit and fight, this is a very high standard!
The farmer who pulls up in the field can't distinguish left and right, can't advance and retreat, and panics when there is a turmoil. He fights for three to five minutes and breathes like a bellows. You put ten layers of armor on him, and he is not called a soldier.

That's why the peasant rebels in history were so miserable when they faced professional officers and soldiers.

Only when the elite of the official army can't survive, or join in with the idea of ​​fighting for wealth and honor, can the peasant uprising army succeed.

This is also the reason why Goguryeo was worthy of the continuous conquest by the monarchs of the Sui and Tang dynasties, and also the reason why Wu Yi’s descendants worry about it.

It's because they have at least thousands of such strategic weapons, which makes them stronger, so what's the matter?

Goguryeo must be uprooted from the country to the nation.

So Ali Dulav should be puzzled, because behind these soldiers must represent a country.

A combination of religious people like Balasagun and tribal chiefs, big and small, can't train this kind of soldiers at all.

Could it be?Could it be that the defeat of Saktu was false news released by the Karakhans?Or was the Kingdom of Jin, which he didn't know much about, involved in the war?

However, Ali Dulav was in no mood to think about it right away. As soon as the guards who sent the order walked away, thick smoke rose from the southwest of the army station, and there were noisy people shouting and neighing.

Ali Dulav seemed to have been punched in the chest. That was where his army was hoarding food and grass. There must be no loss!
"Quickly, raise my flag, Amira, and take my guard Jingqi with me to have a look!"

Ali Dulav panicked. The grain road from Ashbulei City to here was constantly being harassed. Several grain storage points and transfer points on the way were breached and burned.

If this largest granary is lost, it will be over, and the whole army will starve.

Bai Congxin was laughing wildly. He had never expected that the cavalry of Saman Persia would be so weak.

It looks like the equipment is pretty good, but they are all fake, and they can't even run out of a slightly square formation.

The horses are also all big-ass horses. They look mighty, but they are boring after a few dashes.

When I first started shooting at myself, I was quite arrogant, but when I rushed in, I immediately became flustered.

"Captain Li, another cavalry force is here. I will lead the tiger general and two hundred sons to fight for you. Charge them and disperse them, so that the Nestorian light cavalry can burn this granary."

Now Bai Congxin was finally able to command the three hundred Yueqi led by the Hu family, because Zhang Zhao mercilessly drove away Huwei and the thirty or so people who were close to him.

Huwei still got three beautiful girls who are as beautiful as flowers and jade, but the others are miserable.

All the property worth more than [-] guan was deprived. After returning, it may be how Queen Cao will deal with them. In this way, all the remaining people will be honest.

Hu Guang is more honest, because he knows what his father Hucile means.

What my father wanted most was to return to the Rebel Army with Mr. Zhang Erlang, because Hucile felt that Zhang Zhao had the ability to return to the Rebel Army, and he wanted to follow Zhang Zhao back to be a "conglong hero", and in the future get a certain place to suppress and even A high-ranking official like the governor of Suzhou should be a good one.

As for Hu Guang himself, of course he has no objection, and he wished that his elder brother would suffer.

Because they were not born to the same mother, they fought a lot since they were young, especially when they were young, their elder brother Huwei bullied him a lot.

Getting kicked out now was just what he wanted.

(End of this chapter)