Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 13
The Baekje people began to move forward slowly. The front part was the rough armor—mainly some rough wooden rafts. The Baekje people tilted it on their heads, and the width was enough to cover five people. This thing looked bulky. Unbearable, but enough to withstand arrows.The Baekje people stopped when they moved it to a distance of about forty or fifty steps, and let their archers hide behind and shoot arrows from the gap.Wang Wenzuo ordered to return the rockets, but soon the Baekje people covered them with wet animal skins, and no amount of rockets would help.

"Let me take someone out for a fight!" Han Chang said in a low voice.

"Are you in such a hurry to die?" Wang Wenzuo sneered.

"Don't worry, the savages have been holding the raft for a long time, it's not light! I guess their arms are so sore now that they can hardly lift it!"

"Who told you that barbarians are so few people? If it were me, I would hide the elite in the woods and wait for you to come out! Go to the back and feed the horses, and there will be plenty later when you work hard!"

Han Changlue glanced at Wang Wenzuo, and said in a low voice, "But if we continue to shoot at each other like this, we won't be able to consume those savages. There are so many of them!"

"You don't need to worry about this, these guys must not have as many arrows as we have when they make an impromptu riot!"

boom!
With a muffled sound, Wang Wenzuo felt some warm liquid on his face. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it. It was covered with sticky and warm blood. When he looked down, Han Changlue had already fallen to the ground. It flowed all over the place.

"Changlue, Changlue!" Wang Wenzuo hurriedly helped Han Changlue up from the ground, only then did he realize that the temple on the right side of the other side's skull was deeply sunken, with blood and brains flowing out from the wound, half bald The head is like a rotten tomato.

"Sangqiu, come quickly, and carry him to the back!" Wang Wenzuo shouted loudly, just as he took a step, his foot slipped and he almost fell down. When he looked down, he found that he had stepped on a blood-stained cobblestone.

"Oops, the barbarians used slings?" Wang Wenzuo's heart skipped a beat. He originally expected that although the Baekje rebels had many people, they would never have many arrows.The manufacture of arrows requires a variety of materials such as bird feathers, wooden poles (or bamboo poles), iron, and glue, as well as many specialized craftsmen.In the war of the cold weapon era, it is common to shoot tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of feather arrows after a battle is fought. All countries store a large number of arrows and various materials in their arsenal for military use.For example, after Su Dingfang conquered Baekje, he found thousands of iron armors, millions of feathered arrows, and tens of thousands of horn bows in the arsenal of Sibi City, and countless other military resources. Obviously, it is not just supplying the defenders of Sibi City, but the army of Baekje all over the country.

This time the rebels are everywhere, and it may be possible to cut wood into soldiers in a hurry, but there will definitely not be too many consumables like arrows, which is why he suggested to stick to the camp.But what I didn't expect was that although the rebels were short of arrows, they used slings instead. Although this thing could not be compared with bows and arrows in terms of accuracy, it was not small. Moreover, there should be as many pebbles as there are on the river beach, and there is absolutely no danger of "insufficient ammunition".

boom! boom! boom!
The muffled sound of stone bullets hitting the human body and the soil continued to resound, and screams followed one after another. The soldiers bent down, raised their shields, and looked around in panic, looking for the figure of the officer—if the army is like a flock of sheep, the officer is the head sheep .

"Quickly, go and drag the tent over here and set up the curtain!" Wang Wenzuo shouted in a hurry. He directed a few soldiers to run to the nearest camp, quickly cut a large piece of curtain, erected a few wooden poles, and hung them down. The tarpaulin formed a large curtain, and the flying stone bullets hit the curtain, making a bang bang sound, and then slid down harmlessly, unable to hurt the soldiers hiding behind.Seeing this example, the soldiers of the Tang army cheered and followed suit.Soon a section of curtain was erected behind the fence, and the stone bullets thrown by the Baekje people could no longer hurt the guards.

"Let the rocket!"

Heizhi Changzhi's voice was loud and thick, even on a noisy battlefield, it was clear enough for people around him to hear him clearly. He soon discovered that the commander of the Tang Army had expected it—the guards poured buckets of water On the erected curtain, the rockets fired by the Baekje people were quickly extinguished.

"Push that thing up, hurry up!" Wang Wenzuo turned his head and roared loudly. He originally planned to save this card until the end, but now it seems that he may not be able to last that long—the leader of the Baekje people is probably not an ordinary person. , if he was allowed to continue to toss like this, his head would be hung on the flagpole before dark.

The slaves pushed a strange machine in front of the fence—it looked roughly like an overturned two-wheeled vehicle. The slaves turned the wheels vigorously, making a toothache creaking sound. At that time, Wang Wenzuo clamped the axle with an iron rod to fix it.Then insert a short spear into the wooden groove, and use the leather cord connecting the two wheels to strangle the groove at the end of the short spear.Then carefully align the wooden slot with the nearest wooden raft.After confirming that the aiming was complete, he nodded to the domestic slave beside him. Sancho, who had been waiting for a long time, swung the wooden hammer and knocked the iron bar open. Some of them were tied to a big tree about a hundred paces away, and almost a third of them were submerged in the trunk.

"Damn it, it's too high! Remove a block and lower it! Rewind!" Wang Wenzuo yelled, following his order, the soldiers quickly got busy, and soon loaded it for the second time.This time, the short spear penetrated the rough wooden raft covered with animal skins, and nailed the two people behind them to the ground together with the wooden raft. Intimidating, and morale-boosting defenders.

"Could it be a bed crossbow?" Hei Chi Changzhi looked at the short spear deeply inserted into the tree trunk with a solemn expression, he grabbed the spear shaft and pulled it out forcefully, but he didn't pull it out.

"It must be a bed crossbow for defending the city!" Sha Zha Xiangru said coldly, "Changzhi, I'm afraid even the arrows you shoot can't be so powerful, right?"

"En!" Hei Chi Changzhi nodded. He and Guan are well-known in Baekje for their proficiency in archery. He can open two stone bows, but the short spear that penetrates one-third of the wood is already beyond the reach of manpower.

"If this is the case, it will be troublesome!" Sha Zha Xiangru subconsciously lowered his voice three times, as if he was afraid that others would hear him: "It's really strange, this group of Tang troops is obviously going to rescue Zhenxian City, with What are bed crossbows for? Don’t they find it cumbersome?”

(End of this chapter)