Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 469 Fighting Barstow

"Kill! Charge!" The Barstow area was filled with gunpowder smoke. Thousands of infantry soldiers held their weapons aloft, making roaring roars, and launched round after round of charges towards several Zhenxi military camps. There was a hustle and bustle.

"Release, release arrows——" On the edge of the fence of the Zhenxi military camp built on a high slope, Zhan Ge personally supervised the battle with a sword. Seeing the enemy rushing up again, he looked stern and gave the order to shoot without expression. .

Whoosh whoosh!
The archers of the Zhenxi Army struggled to pull the bowstring, their faces flushed, and then let go of the fingers pressing the arrow feathers, and the arrows had already roared out.

Regardless of checking whether they had shot the enemy, the archers immediately reached out and pulled out the arrows stuck in the soil in front of them, and drew their bows and arrows again.

Arrows roared densely and fell into the crowd of garrison soldiers who were charging, splashing blood, and people kept screaming and falling to the ground.

More arrows were blocked by the shields of the guarding soldiers, and the shields held up high had become like hedgehogs, filled with dense arrows.

The garrison soldiers were like ants, densely packed in black, and they were like a raging tide, rushing towards the Zhenxi military barracks at several commanding heights in Barstow.

In the air, arrows were like locusts, boulders were like rain, and the long-range weapons of both sides poured towards the soldiers of the other side as if they didn't need money. Many fences of the Zhenxi Army were smashed to pieces by the stones.

There were also attacking garrison soldiers who were smashed to the ground by stones, blood gurgling, and then stepped into the scorched soil by their combat boots. People suffocate.

"The archers retreat, the spearmen step forward!"

Although long-range weapons caused a lot of damage to the charging garrison soldiers, they still couldn't stop them from attacking. The tide of garrison soldiers approached the camp of the Zhenxi Army with arrows like locusts.

Most of the camps established by the Zhenxi Army in Barstow are located at some commanding heights, condescending and guarding key points, and they are like nails sticking there.

Lin Chuan's order to Zhange before he left was to stick to it for at least a week, but there were only 2 soldiers left for Zhange.

2 people relied on a few temporary camps to withstand the onslaught of the [-] army. Even the experienced Zhange felt tremendous pressure.

But Zhange agreed without hesitation. He knew that this would be a test for him and the Zhenxi army. Since the emperor Longhan forgave their sins, they had to show the emperor Longhan their military exploits. , The Zhenxi Army is definitely not the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, they are the lions who dominate the dynasty.

Lin Chuan also knew that it would not be easy for Zhange to hold down the [-] troops of Rain King Longjing, so he left all the arrows and equipment to Zhange, including [-] heavy infantry.

It is precisely because there are [-] heavy infantry that Zhange has enough confidence to hold Barstow, drag down the [-] army of Rain King Longjing, and buy time for the smooth implementation of Lin Chuan's plan.

The garrison soldiers faced the arrows of the locusts, and after paying a heavy price, broke into the fence of the Zhenxi military camp again. Seeing the soldiers of the Zhenxi army who were close at hand, the garrison soldiers roared excitedly.

As long as they break through this simple fence, they will be able to enter the camp of the Zhenxi Army, successfully capture Barstow, and regain this strategic location.

"Stab—" Facing the tide of enemy troops, the soldiers of the Zhenxi army who were deployed on the fence line followed the officer's roar, grasped the spears tightly, and thrust out with all their strength.

Puff puff puff, the gleaming stabbing spear easily penetrated the leather armor of the guarding soldiers, pierced their flesh, and the weapons they held aloft hung down feebly.

"Take it!" The stabbing gun was retracted, bringing out a stream of blood, the shiny stabbing gun was covered with blood, and the strong smell of blood rushed to the face. The first group of guard soldiers who rushed outside the fence fell down in disorder, becoming the first corpses.

"Stab—retract—" the officers of the Zhenxi Army kept shouting with their sabers in hand. The soldiers of the Zhenxi Army mechanically stabbed and retracted their stabbing guns.

The garrison soldiers with swords and shields wanted to fight back, but the swords were shorter than the bayonets, and there was a fence blocking the way, and the bayonets penetrated their bodies before they got close to the fence.

Many guards holding shields rushed forward, but they were stabbed into blood gourds with their shields.

After paying the price of hundreds of people, the spearmen of the garrison finally came up from behind, and the two sides began to stab along the fence. The scene was bloody and cruel.

Often, before the stabbing spears fired by the Zhenxi Army were withdrawn, the enemy's stabbing spears had already pierced his chest, and the blood was soaring, roaring and killing, and people died every minute and every second on the chaotic battlefield.

"Climb up!" An officer commanded the garrison soldiers to climb up the fence, trying to jump over the Zhenxi military camp, but they became a living target after climbing the fence. It fell down, spilling a large amount of blood.

On the bloody battlefield, human life and blood have become the least valuable things. The blood stained the weapons, the fence, the battle armor, and the grass and soil, and finally converged into streams that flowed from the hillside. Down.

Those charging garrison soldiers launched another round of attacks under the scolding of the supervisor team. The blood-stained corpses kept rolling down, and new soldiers rushed up again.

"Your Highness the Rain King, if you hit our garrison team in the province of Silia, it will be over." The Governor of the Province of Silia couldn't bear the waste of his son Lang, so he ran to the Rain King Longjing to plead for mercy.

The Rain King, Long Jing, was expressionless: "Even if everyone is dead, I have to pull out these nails."

The fierce battle lasted until dusk, and the soldiers on both sides who had been fighting for a day were exhausted and exhausted, but the Rain King Longjing still had no intention of giving an order to stop. Banner battalions were sent up one after another, and the wounded soldiers were sent down continuously. Wang Dayou vowed not to give up until these camps were captured.

Although the garrison's offensive became more and more fierce every time, the camp of the Zhenxi Army still stood on the hillside like a nail, without any sign of loosening.

"Move up the Tomahawk Battalion!" Facing the impenetrable Zhenxi Army Camp, Rain King Long Jing finally had to mobilize his elite, the Tomahawk Battalion.

The Tomahawk Battalion, Iron Cavalry Battalion and Swordsmen Battalion are the absolute elite force under Rain King Longjing's command. Although the total number is only 1, they are elite troops trained by Rain King Longjing himself.

The three thousand Tomahawk soldiers in the Tomahawk Battalion, all of them are sturdy and strong, all of them are eight feet tall, and their weapons are standard tomahawks weighing twenty catties. The last trump card.

Now that little Barstow has been unable to attack for a long time, this made Rain King Longjing lose his face. In order to let the nobles see his strength, Rain King Longjing had to mobilize his elite battle ax battalion to enter the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)