Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty Chapter 574: Hukou 4

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There was wind in the sky, and the thick smoke in the bombing area dissipated very quickly, and it didn't take long before only thin smoke was left over there. Guo Shao was a few hundred steps away from the rear, and took a look at the general situation. Some soldiers came back to report the military situation. He still didn't speak much, just nodded in response to the people who came to report.

Wang Pu said next to him: "The war must be deadlocked."

Guo Shao calmed down and looked back at the chaotic scene in the camp. He paid extra attention to the artillery array and could not detect the panic. Most of the remaining artillery has been concentrated on two siege points...because most of the early stages have been lost.

Long Xiao Pao still has some problems, which can’t be found in the experimental stage. At the time of the test, because of the large caliber and the thickness of the tube wall and the hoop hoop, it would not explode, so in order to increase the range, the gun body was lengthened; the direct problem was poor heat dissipation and severe degradation of life. The cast iron material strength of the cast iron is not good. After repeated shelling, the cast iron cannon body was cracked and damaged...Before and after the siege of the city, Zhou Jun mobilized a total of more than three hundred whistling guns. After more than ten days, there are now less than one hundred left. .

Most of the damaged guns were ruptured and deflated, but few of them exploded directly. There have been many problems before. For example, some stone bullets were not strong enough and burst in the barrel.

The remaining dozens of artillery are concentrated on the attack point; the continuous shelling before the attack is mainly to retest the range and find the data of the hitting the wall... the elevation angle and the weight of the charge.

...The gap where the city wall collapsed, densely packed people in front of each other, the crowds on both sides are in opposite directions, and the block is getting tighter and tighter in the middle; the place is very narrow, let alone both sides rush forward at this time , Even if you really want to unblock it, it's hard.

Pretending to be fierce shouts and killings, terrors, screams, and cries for mercy and crying, but nothing works. People crowded there can neither move forward nor retreat, even turning around is difficult, let alone any fancy moves.

A North Han sergeant had no weapons in his hand. He was squeezed in front of Zhou Jun empty-handed, his eyes widened and he was shouting "Ahhhhh". Sergeant Zhou Jun was holding a sword and shield, and the shield smashed on his head. The sword stabbed his armor desperately. The screams of despair and fear made people ache in their ears.

The North Han Army died miserably, they couldn't run, and the front could barely survive. The military commander of the Northern Han Dynasty who arranged the spearmen in the front obviously made a mistake. At this time, the two sides were close and close, and they were almost hugged together. The long spear could not be used. It was equivalent to the unarmed melee single-handed and single-handed combat against Zhou. Hook hammer; and the front of the Zhou army is heavy infantry wearing plate and chain armor. The armor is better protected, obviously better than the enemy's resistance... At this time, no martial arts are useful, and the weapon can be stabbed | Yes, they can attack people, and they can only use their torso against the enemy's attack!

The Zhou Jun on the ramp also gradually restored order, and some generals shouted: "Vote!"

The soldiers near the back took their javelins and threw them upward together, as if reeds were flying in the air.

Below the ruins, Zhou Jun’s marksman also barely formed a queue. A general shouted: "Prepare..."

A group of sharpshooters (archers) slid their bows and set up arrows, each with a tense and solemn expression, pulling the arrow clusters upwards, and then they heard: "Put...cang!" The gong jerked. With a knock, everyone shot their arrows. People don't need to aim at this time, as long as the direction and angle are roughly right.

A large swath of black arrows flew into the air densely.

The archers don't care about anything. Someone has found the memory of countless volley training, and is gradually adjusting the breathing rhythm. This is indeed fighting at the front line, but people are not fighting with a violent force, they are like doing a repetitive manual labor, they only need to follow the command of the military commander with the usual skillful arrow release steps; Physical endurance is the most important, because drawing a bow requires a lot of strength, and every time an arrow is released, a lot of physical strength is consumed.

There were also enemy bows and arrows flying over his head, but Sergeant Zhou’s iron helmet had a brim and leather ear protectors, and his shoulders and chest were plate armor. It was extremely defensive against the projectile bows that fell mainly by weight. Hard to be shot, most injured. Without much threat, there is no way to increase the pressure on them!

The most worrying thing is the ballistae flying diagonally from the city wall, the arrow is as thick as an arm! The weight is heavy and powerful, and it can shoot 200 steps. It is not armored at all. No matter whether the armor is worn or not, a collision at such a close distance will kill a person; as long as it is hit, it is either dead or injured.

Although the ballista is as big as a bed, it is very troublesome and requires a lot of people. The artillery is very sparse and very slow. One shot can kill one person... But once there is a threat, it can cause great Psychological pressure. It's like standing downstairs. Rocks occasionally fall from above, making the crowd feel dangerous. Panic and chaos will occur, even if the proportion of deaths and injuries in the crowd is small. Fortunately, the Tiger and Ben Army are elites. In this matter, they have demonstrated the organizational power that the military has. People are nervously drawing bows and arrows under the screams and death threats.

Zhou Jun, who fought shortly on the front line, gained an advantage and kept advancing, but the speed was very slow! Every inch of the ground has corpses | bodies, blood wets the soil, people stepping on the dirt hills and feet are muddy, like trekking in the mud on a rainy day!

At this moment, someone suddenly felt cold and looked up, only to see the edge of the broken Huan nearly four feet high. Some soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty were holding wooden barrels and dumping them down, throwing wood filled with fierce fire oil. barrel! The North Han Army probably was also in a hurry at this time, whether it was fierce oil, tung oil, or even the smell of sesame oil in the air, and desperately threw it into the gap.

The generals of the Zhou army suddenly realized something, and the crowd began to panic. People forgot to fight, and they couldn't squeeze out for a while. The voices became loud and the shouts suddenly became louder! Even the soldiers and soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty panicked. The two sides stopped fighting. There was panic and turmoil there. Many people were crushed to the ground and trampled like corpses.

A young Sergeant Zhou opened his eyes wide, looking at the broken wall of the city with some hollow eyes, tears rolled down, and the blood on his rough and uneven face was mottled, as if blood and tears were flowing.

At this time, there is no blood in the front, only fear and despair. Someone is shouting: "Mother, mother..."

Suddenly, a fire rolled up and down from above and dropped. Everyone watched the flames of black smoke, and drawn a black smoke tail in the air. For a moment, it seemed to be a lifetime, and time seemed to pass by. Countless years.

"Boom!" All kinds of oil are on fire!

The fire went up into the sky above the ruins of the gap, black smoke billowed, and the Northern Han army poured too much oil down. The soldiers on both sides screamed and struggled loudly in the blood fire, the burning human figure rolled down from above, and the fire was splashed around by the burning burning man like lava. The ghosts were crying and howling, it was terrible.

...Guo Shao and the others looked at the fire and black smoke in the distance, his hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, his finger bones turned white.

A general hurriedly said: "The final general thought that the Chinese army must quickly order the front army to retreat."

"The Sixth Army Commander Wang Zhang is on the front line!" Guo Shao gritted his teeth. He remembered this general. From the battle of Qin Feng, he overcame the fatigue of the generals and successfully marched into ambush overnight. Guo Shao trusted him because he was a military commander who had experienced many battles and was determined to make decisive decisions under any military situation. "The responsibilities of the various armies have been deployed, so that Wang Zhang in front can order them in time."

Sure enough, the fronts immediately retreated, and with a semaphore, the soldiers galloped back on horseback.

Wang Zhang sat on the horse, looked at the situation ahead, and said coldly: "The first command immediately withdrew from the battlefield and withdrew to repair. The second command advanced to the fifty-step flag."

The military capital Yuhou immediately said: "According to the arrangement of the Chinese army, our troops will fire as soon as they retreat, and the second command will be as close as 50 steps..."

"Huh." Wang Zhang glanced at him angrily, and said nothing.

The men and horses in front of them retreat scatteredly as if they were defeated. In fact, most people did not directly receive the enemy, but after a bitter battle, it was difficult to avoid confusion. People carried wounded soldiers on their backs, running like refugees.

Wang Zhang personally rode his horse to within fifty steps of the city wall, ignoring the arrows and guns that flew from time to time, and rode his horse for a while in front of a new group of people in a neat line, and the commander came forward. Wang Zhang said: "As soon as the sound of the artillery stopped, arrange a capital with short weapons and ride horses in front; the rest will advance in infantry formation."

The commander clasped his fist and said: "The final commander will get the order!"

Wang Zhang looked back on the left and right: "Congwu has worked hard to serve the country and serve the horse's corpse. This is our home! Join the army if you are afraid of death."

The generals widened their eyes and looked at the flames ahead and the piles of corpses on the dirt hill, waiting nervously one by one.

Wang Zhang said again: "We have already killed many brothers tragically, so we won't avenge ourselves as a man! Let's enter Jinyang and let the thieves pay for their lives!"

Everyone suddenly shouted bitterly: "Vengeance! Revenge..."

After a while, loud whimpering horns blew from behind. It seems to be a prelude to some rapid rhythm.

After a short while, a loud bang tore the sky apart! The first row of red flags more than four hundred steps away from the city fell forward, and a moment later, "Boom boom..." The ground was shaking with a thunderous noise, and a row of dazzling flames spurted up into the sky. Raging into the air, white smoke rose. The round stones flew out into the sky quickly.

The gun body rushed back violently. If it hadn't been tamped with soil bags and fixed by piles, the iron gun would almost jump.

Just after a burst of gunfire, the flags in the second row were also dumped, and a military commander shouted with a hoarse voice: "Second all, let go!"

The gong sounded with a "clang", "Boom! Boom..." A row of artillery shook again and again.

Under the distant city wall, earth and rocks splashed, dust rose up, and was bombarded by Zhou army in batches. r1058

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