Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 208 Medicine kills Hu by the water (two in one, one update today)
With a distance of three 400 meters, the war horse arrived in a flash. The Persian brave general did not expect the thousand-mile steed under the bear's crotch to come so fast, let alone the bear's padded armor in minutes.

Caught off guard, it was too late to get on the horse. The heavy armor of forty to fifty catties limited his speed of getting on the horse.

'Snapped! With a crisp sound, the barbarian bear first used the long lance lying on the horse's back, and slammed it on the neck of the brave general of Persia.

This kind of thing uses whipping to attack, and its power is no less than that of a bone, and it still hits the target who has not worn the helmet. Immediately, the Persian brave general staggered on the spot, probably his brain was about to be smashed.

It's just a pity that the wild bear originally wanted to stab it with a gun, but it's a pity that this idiot is not suitable to be an immediate hero because of his weight, so he hasn't practiced the sniping method much.

And he didn't have a genuine horse in his hand, so he had to use whipping.

The war horse whizzed past the brave Persian general, and when the bear reined in, it had already run more than ten steps away.

He simply put the horse back on the spot slowly, then drew out the hard bow, and aimed it at the Persian who was still staggering and trying to get rid of the dizziness.

'Boom! 'The arrow shot from a strong bow with a stone hit the target accurately, and the Persian brave general stopped staggering suddenly, with a huge arrow shaft stuck in his head, and fell to the ground.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!" Cheers came from the mountains and the tsunami. This strong Persian man who was six feet tall, or almost 1.8 meters five, didn't even have a chance to fight back. He was directly knocked over while wearing heavy armor. up.

"Brother! I'm going to kill you!" A roar pierced through the cheers, and another strong Persian man of about the same size galloped towards the wild bear on a horse.

The wild bear has already dismounted, and he wanted to pick up his spoils, but he didn't want another one to die.

He sneered and moved his hands and feet, and then let out a loud shout. The second arrow shot out like a meteor, and the trembling shaft accurately hit the neck of the charging horse.

The war horse that was rushing towards the wild bear immediately gave up under the severe pain. He ignored the order of the knight on the horse, stopped his footsteps abruptly, turned around and wanted to run away!

"Where are you running!" the wild bear shouted, but rushed towards the horse instead.

With a loud bang, the heavily armored bear knocked the turning horse to the ground.

The knight on the horse wanted to stab the wild bear with his long spear, but he couldn't control it well, and the stab missed, and then he was crushed by the fallen horse's thigh.

The barbarian grinned cruelly, raised the giant ax in his hand, and smashed the Persian's head and pocket into a rotten watermelon. The bright red blood almost sprayed out directly from the bottom of the pocket.

After killing two brave Persian generals in a short period of time, the wild bear was extremely proud. He held a huge ax in his right hand, hammered his chest with his left hand, and howled loudly to demonstrate to the opposite side.

"Kill him! You must kill him!" A Persian head of a thousand families who was facing the wild bear shouted angrily. If he didn't kill the wild bear, the blow to morale would be too serious.

Following the order of the head of the thousand households, the four Persian cavalry generals on horses immediately left the infantry phalanx that was forming a formation, and rushed directly towards the barbarian bear.

How shameless!There was a wheel battle, and the Khotan army shouted and cursed soaring into the sky. Amidst the roar, Dunzhu rushed out of the formation with two throwing spears in hand.

"Shameless bastard! See how Yeye kills you!"

Dunzhu is best at throwing spears. The two spears in his hands and the two spears on his back are all made of fine iron. Coupled with the power emanating from his long hands and strong waist, the lethality is extremely astonishing.

'call!call!call!call! The four spears were thrown out within two breaths, and four Persian cavalry generals rushed out, and three fell down in an instant.

It doesn't matter if you wear armor or not for a spear-throwing weapon, it's a one-hit kill!

The last Persian cavalry general who was running was frightened by the roaring spears flying over his head. Frightened, he turned his horse's head and wanted to run.

As a result, just as he turned the horse's head, there was a huge thrust from behind. In the heart-piercing pain, he felt himself flying up, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This arrow was shot by a wild bear, and it killed him with one arrow!At this moment, the two killed six people in a row, majestic, like a demon god alive!

Then the wild bear put down his hard bow, picked up the giant axe, and Dun Zhu, side by side, began to retreat slowly to his own camp behind.

The Persians became silent, no one came out, but the infantry phalanx began to move forward slowly under the urging of the officer.

"Good kill!" Zhang Zhao rode a war horse and stood on the highest point of the hill. He clapped his hands again and again, his heart fluttering, and he wished he could rush up and challenge someone one-on-one.

"Command! March with drums! Overthrow them!"

Boom boom boom!The rumbling drum sounded first from under Zhang Zhao's command hill, where several huge drum chariots stood.

Immediately after that came the big drums of each army, then each battalion, each capital, and when they reached the generals, there was no drum sound. Instead, the generals heard the drums clearly and gave orders after seeing the flags clearly.

"Let's go with three drums!" Joan Redokin shouted loudly.

Zhang Zhao followed the meaning of the drums of the Guiyi Army here, walking ten steps with one drum, and stopping the sound of horns, so as to control the distance of each square and the strictness of the formation, three drums means walking thirty steps.

Regardless of whether it is the era of hot or cold weapons, a reliable indicator for judging the strength of an army is to see who can maintain formation better when the two armies are approaching for a decisive battle

Because it takes tens of thousands of people to maintain a good formation at such a moment, without impulsiveness or collapse, it requires a lot of training.

"Get ready for the divine arm bow! Squat down! Shoot the arrow!" About sixty steps away, both sides stopped advancing almost at the same time.

At this moment, arrows all over the sky flew towards each other like locusts, and it was time for bows and crossbows to shoot each other.

In this regard, the Khotan army has a great advantage, because they have dozens of god-arm bows in regret mountain, and they also have a large number of horn bows and crossbows.

The Persians are rarely equipped with crossbows, and almost always shoot with Persian recurve bows.

There were screams one after another, bows and crossbows shot at each other, and pieces of the Persian army fell to the ground.

Their Persian bows are basically around seven to eight dou, but the horned crossbow of the Khotan army has at least two stones.

Even if the rate of fire is slower, the latter is probably more suitable for the lethality of the armored person. As for the bow of the god arm, it is not only powerful, but also has a fast rate of fire.

The sound of the drums was thunderous and non-stop, and it was not for urging them to come forward, but for boosting morale. The two sides shot and approached, and soon there were four rounds of shooting.

The ground was filled with the seriously injured who could only twitch slightly and the slightly injured who screamed mournfully. Blood gushed out from all over the place, and the disgusting smell of blood began to waft around.

"Woooo!" The horn blew suddenly. It turned out that the distance between the two armies was less than twenty steps. At this distance, the two sides could already see each other's face clearly.

With the sound of the horn, the archers whose arms were already sore retracted their step bows one after another, and took the long-handled weapons in their hands, and the more cruel and decisive hand-to-hand combat was about to begin.

"Into your mother's beard, I will grab your monkey hair and chop off your monkey head!"

"Things like pigs and dogs, if you dare to use a knife and a gun in front of Yeye, you will definitely kill your whole family!"

This is a normal person's insult.

"XX your XX! If you dare to stare at me again, I will pull out your eyeballs and crush them!"

This is obviously a grumpy old man.

"Fuck into your old lady! Fuck into your old lady!"

This is too tense, and it will only mechanically repeat non-technical insults.

"All Kafirs will feel the wrath of Allah, you must die!"

"Kill them! Spread God's will far away!"

The Persian on the opposite side also began to curse loudly. It was obvious that there were only twenty steps, that is, a distance of almost 30 meters, but both sides walked very slowly.

There is no such thing as a bang, and such a heroic and fearless super macho will not participate in the excellent matching mechanism in the river area here.

They only exist among fierce people like Wei Bo's silver gun effect festival capital, Zhu Liang's Luoyan capital, and Yang Xingmi's black cloud and long sword capital.

Perhaps King Zhang's Regret Mountain can also achieve this effect, but the number of people is too small.

A drop of sweat fell from Wang Tongtong's face and fell into your mother's. The atmosphere was too tense. Even he, who had experienced many battles, was infected. He never felt this way when he was fighting.

Ten steps, nine steps, getting closer, Wang Tongtong even saw a Persian's beard opposite him through the Dunxiang.

In the cold air of six to seven degrees, white mist rose from Dayton's neck pocket tightly wrapped around his head.

It was tense breathing, getting closer and closer, the air seemed to freeze, and even the shouting and scolding stopped.

"Kill!" In the quiet atmosphere where only each other's footsteps and even heartbeats could be heard, someone suddenly howled, and the crowd seemed like monsters that were suddenly awakened.

In an instant, the battle erupted like a volcano on the front that stretched for more than a mile.

Amidst the deafening sound of killing, Yang Shouli, who was wearing double armor, howled and raised his spear, and slammed it at a Persian.

He asked to be on the front line by himself. Anyone who has endured his pain will cherish the present and have a motherland that can be relied on.

Yang Shouli understood why he was fighting. If King Zhang was defeated, he would go back to the miserable situation when he was surrounded by miscellaneous beards on the mountain and constantly robbed of his wealth and even his closest relatives.

But with King Zhang, at least there is no need to worry about Cai Niang being taken away by some miscellaneous hu, no need to worry about her gray-haired father being beheaded, and no need to worry about a little girl who can already read hundreds of characters being treated as a beast A tool to express desire.

"Kill you! Kill your whole family!" The more he thought about it, the more determined he became, Yang Shouli howled and tried harder and faster.

Furiously, he slammed his spear at the Persian facing him like a storm. Even though he himself was hit several times, he didn't feel any pain at all.

The Persian was beaten to the point of bleeding, and the simple helmet was quickly crooked, and blood flowed everywhere along the neck made of wire.

The people around him also howled, there was no way, Yang Shouli was the captain of Yidu, he stepped forward, and the rest had to step forward too.

According to Zhang Zhao's military law, the captain died in battle, and those who retired without success would have their heads executed and their families enslaved.

If the head is killed in battle, the captain or fire leader who retreats without success will be cut in half.

Captain Huo Chang died in battle, and all soldiers who retreated without success will be executed!

"Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother!" A soldier next to Yang Shouli howled and started to stab, not knowing whether he was scolding the other side or Yang Shouli.

Gradually, under the bravery of everyone, the Persians on the opposite side began to retreat slowly.

However, Yang Shouli and others were on the fringe of the formation. They were not the main force of this battle. The main force of this battle was Zhang Zhao's Fengtian Army and the five elite main regiments of Khotan Palace Guards.

In particular, Regret Shandu of the Fengtian Army, as Zhang Zhao's confidant, undertook the most difficult task of this war.

And the one facing them was also the elite of the Persian army, who was wearing blue and black cotton armor on the outside, ring armor on the inside, and a cotton jacket next to the body.

The Persians on the opposite side also wore mirror armor on the outside and chain mail on the inside. Both sides were heavy infantry with more than two layers of armor.

However, what the Persians were holding was a three-meter-long spear, while Regret Shandu was holding a three-meter-long Mo Dao.

Soon the Persians felt the difference in this army. When the two sides approached to fifteen steps, the rest of the people were all nervous, but Yu Shandu took out a small hand crossbow from his waist collectively.

'Dole!Dole! A piercing voice sounded. This kind of hand crossbow is small in size and quick to reload, but its power is also very small. It is not as good as ordinary hard bows. It is only about seven buckets, so it must be launched at a very short distance.

Fifteen steps, this is a good distance, enough to unleash the full power of the hand crossbow.

Dozens of Persian heavy armored soldiers in the front row seemed to be struck by lightning. The strength of the seven fights was at a distance of fifteen steps. Although the armor was not deep, it could be broken.

And even if it can't break the armor, the impact force brought by the heavy blow of the arrow is terrible.

What's more, the soldiers of Regret Mountain Capital also aimed at the enemy's face and shot them. As long as they were hit, they would be dizzy and bloody.

After shooting the hand crossbows, the soldiers of Regret Shandu immediately pulled out the mo knives stuck on the ground, and those in the front row even threw the hand crossbows on the ground directly. It was so capricious that King Zhang could bear the loss of dozens of hand crossbows. rise.

Taking advantage of the chaotic opportunity of the Persian heavy armored soldiers on the opposite side, the Mo Dao, which was as bright as a forest of swords, was raised high. It was still the same fighting method.

Wang Tongxun hacked to death the Persian heavy armor soldier in front of him with a single knife. His black chain armor was powerless to stop the Mo knife from the head.

The sharp blade easily cut through the chain of the chain mail, and cut out a huge blood groove along with the flesh inside.

If it hadn't been blocked by the iron plate of the mirror armor on the parapet, this knife could even cut from the left shoulder to the lower abdomen.

After the knife was cut, Wang Tongtong retreated, and Qiong Re Duojin in the second row had already moved forward with the knife.

After the Persian heavy armored soldier on the opposite side fell down, before the Persian spears who squeezed into the front row had time to stab, Qiong Re Duojin's Mo Dao slashed down again.

Unlike the last person, Qiong Re Duojin's Mo Dao directly slashed on the opposite pocket, and the cowhide inlaid with iron pieces also couldn't block this blow.

The sharp blade of the Mo Dao easily sliced ​​through the Persian's pocket, then cut through the visor, and then chopped off his eyeballs, cut off his nose, cut off half of his yellow teeth, lost a third of his tongue, and cut off his jaw. The whole is lost.

The inhuman howling came from the broken organ that the Persians could no longer call the mouth, and this unlucky guy didn't die for a while.

He turned around abruptly, crying, hoping to stay away from the devil in front of him, but there were too many people around him, except for blocking the progress of his comrades behind and causing confusion, it was completely futile.

Wang Tong came forward again, and the third round of Mo Dao slashing began. This time, the destructive power caused by Ru Lin Chang Dao was even more astonishing.

As if it had added a mental blow to the Persian army, many people who had not been hit by the Mo Dao even uttered the same screams.

The fourth round, the fifth round, the sixth round!
In a very short time, Regret Shandu's Mo Dao made six rounds, as easy as slaughtering a pig and a dog.

Blood was flying, stumps and broken arms were flying around, and Wang Tongtong suddenly felt that his eyes were empty. It turned out that they had already penetrated the first line of the Persian army.

In the distance, the strange musical instruments of the Persians rang again, and the second group of Persians slowly began to approach Wang Xun and them under the command of the officer.

Without the slightest hesitation, under the stimulation of blood, adrenaline was secreted in large quantities and quickly, and the soldiers in Regret Mountain City became more and more brave as they fought.

Looking into the distance, Zhang Zhao saw that the war had reached a fever pitch, and the Persian army, which had a relatively large number, was being suppressed by his own side.

They have been compressed back from the original ⌒ formation, and are about to become a ○ formation. The two wings have been completely shrunk, which is a prelude to the obvious unsustainability.

"My lord, it's been a quarter of an hour!" Guo Tiance, who was beside him, stared at Kelou and reminded Zhang Zhao that the battle had been going on for a quarter of an hour since the end of the battle.

This is a relatively sensitive time, even for a well-trained warrior, a quarter of an hour is a long time to fight in armor.

Those who often watch videos of fights in later generations will find that ordinary people can hold on for two or three minutes with only fists, and they will be out of breath.

"Blow the horn, the whole army will stop!" It seemed that the Persians on the opposite side could not be defeated at once, and the advance speed of the forward also slowed down, so Zhang Zhao simply suspended the battle.

The horns of the Khotan Army sounded, and the horns of the Persians on the opposite side also sounded. The soldiers on both sides who were fighting just now suddenly seemed to be immobilized.

They kept stopping, and the two sides gradually broke away from contact. Then the second horn sounded, and everyone began to retreat slowly for a short distance, out of the range of the bows and crossbows of both sides.

Of course, the process was not that harmonious. Some tried to pounce, but were beaten back by the opponent, and some tried to launch a wave of charges but failed.

There are more people like Wang Communication and Shan Zhuer who still have physical strength. They have already drawn their longbows and started shooting towards the opposite side. The Persians who retreated slowly left a lot of corpses under the bows and arrows.

The battlefield fell into a brief pause, and the soldiers in the back row who did not step forward quickly acted as auxiliary soldiers.

They took the round-grained rice balls with cheese and honey, warm water, and supports for the soldiers to lean on, and began to serve the heavy soldiers in the front row to eat, drink and rest in order to recover their strength as soon as possible.

At this time, the benefits of the cotton armor are even more reflected. After a short rest, when the body temperature drops, the cotton armor is quickly taken off from the body.

The soldiers could eat, drink and rest more easily, but the heavy Persian soldiers on the opposite side did not dare to remove their armor at all.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the wounded on the battlefield began to be transported away. In silence, the second storm began to brew.

For everyone, this is a common scene. In this era, the battle between heavy armored infantry can even go through two or three days at the most brutal time, and the winner will be determined after more than seven or eight battles.

But Zhang Zhao reckons that he won't be able to take that long, because neither of the two sides is the kind of fighter who is extremely powerful in the Five Dynasties of the Central Plains, so strong that he can be called a martial maniac, a fierce man with a mental illness on the battlefield.

There will be two more rounds at most, or even the next round, and the moment to decide the outcome will come. It depends on which side can't hold on first. Zhang Zhao feels that it must not be him.

Zhang Zhao was very confident, but Adulal was not so confident, because the battle reports he received were not optimistic.

The most elite Qianhu in front of him has already lost nearly [-]% of the battle, and the Modao army that defeated them can be said to have not fallen many people, and defeated them very easily.

"Change the [-]th household from the rear right of the reserve to the front. Just now, everyone fought very bravely. Pass it on. Each person will be rewarded with three silver dollars. After the victory, the most heroic officers and soldiers will also have a gift from Bukhara." Blessed by the beauty!"

After thinking about it again and again, Adulal is still planning to change the formation, and then the heroic Qianhu, after losing [-]%, their combat effectiveness will definitely continue to decline, and if they are allowed to step forward, it may cause collapse.

'Boom!Boom!Boom! 'Among the blood on the ground, the war drum that had been silent for about a quarter of an hour sounded again.

Both sides have no camps to rely on, so it can be said that it is an encounter battle, so it is not like the army that has settled down and feels that they can't fight but can still defend the camp.

In this kind of wilderness, there is no room for retreat, and neither side has any. When one side initiates a battle, the other side must respond, so the offensive drums of both sides sounded again.

This time they approached, the distance was much greater than last time, and the crossbow shooting almost came to a standstill.

After all, it has been a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, and those who can still shoot at this time are basically soldiers who have not stepped forward.

But because of the distance, it is inconvenient to adjust the formation, so the arrows appear sparse.

Wang Tongtong found that the opponent had changed. He and the boar next to him looked at each other in a tacit understanding and smiled at each other. This meant that the opponent had been scared by them just now, so they had to change people to fight.

"Hold!" Wang Tongtong shouted, and the two hundred Modao in the front row were raised high.

'Shua! 'The bright knife light looks particularly dazzling against the sun that is about to noon.

The boar even saw the Persian soldier's Adam's apple twitched, obviously swallowing in fear, which also meant that he didn't pause.

Zheng Shouli had a sullen face, but that didn't mean he was nervous, but that he was extremely angry now.

The city where he lives has already lost nearly [-]% of its people. These are all descendants of Anxi Tang'er. Every time he loses one, he feels very heartbroken. Killing ten Persian Hu'er can't make up for it.

"Second brother, kill Hu! Kill Hu! Leave me alone, our Zheng family can no longer be bullied by these bastards!"

The howling of the second brother Zheng Sili seemed to be still ringing in his ears, Zheng Shouli suddenly felt his eyes turn red, and a teardrop the size of a bean rolled out of his eyes. Sili was stabbed in the lower abdomen, wondering if he could survive?
As an older brother, I must not embarrass my younger brother. If his life is on the line and he wants me to kill Hu, then Zheng Shouli will kill Hu'er in front of him even if he dies in battle.

'Boom! '

The two sides approached, and Zheng Shouli was hit hard on the head, dizzy, he became fierce, and kept calling the soldiers around him to fight harder and braver.

Both sides became ruthless, and without any evasion, they began to stab each other frantically, and blood gushed out along the pierced nail leaf.

People around Yang Shouli kept screaming and fell to the ground, but the ones behind him immediately stepped up, extremely determined.

On the other hand, the Persians, seeing how brave the Khotan army was, almost hesitated to make up for it, and it was this moment of hesitation that caused the Persians to retreat further and further as they fought.

During the frenzied fight, Zheng Shouli heard terrified wailing from the right. This was not from his own side, because he couldn't understand the wailing at all.

"Shanshan is mighty! The Modao army is mighty!" came from behind him who got up and shouted.

Zheng Shouli understood, he didn't need to look to know that it was King Zhang's elite soldier, Regret Shandu, who was holding a Modao, and had already defeated the Persians on the opposite side.

Everyone shouted, and the crying of the Persians on the opposite side was like the drums for their advancement!
(End of this chapter)