Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty Chapter 367: Kuizhou (2)
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The sky is just getting bright, and the battlefield is full of hustle and bustle. Sure enough, the Shu army was based on Sanma Mountain. Guo Shao only felt that Wang Zhaoyuan was actually very thoughtful, not a particularly mediocre "Wolong".
As usual, a group of generals gathered in the Chinese army and met for the last time before the war. Guo Shao's martial arts are basically useless now. He never thought of going to battle himself, but he had to say a few words before the war.
A few others just walked to the gate of the camp. Guo Shao looked up and looked into the distance. On the rolling hillsides, between the black mountain shadows and the slightly white sky, those black spots should be the densely packed people of the Shu army. There are also flagpole flags, which may be mistaken for tree shadows if you don’t look carefully.
Everyone cast their gazes. Guo Shao's spirit is actually not very good at this time. He just caught a cold, and he hasn't rested well this time, and he still feels a little dizzy early in the morning; but at this time, he can't act languidly.
"You are all martial arts, we can only do this in this life. Who wants to go home and farm?" Guo Shao said.
A group of generals laughed for a while, and stood in front of Guo Shao in a mess, all at a random moment.
Guo Shao said again: "Since you have done this, you have to do it well! Your own wealth depends on fighting on the battlefield, and the strength of your country depends on fighting on the battlefield. If you feel comfortable in your position, you can Well, let’s take a look at what the soldiers of the Kingdom of Shu look like now? It’s time to show off the prestige of the Forbidden Army in the Great Zhou Dynasty and make contributions!"
He drew the sword from his waist, raised it to the top of his head and shouted: "Zhou Jun will win!"
"Sure victory!" The generals' expressions were dazzling, and they all agreed.
Guo Shao gave an order: "Go back to each battalion, and deploy the battle as last night."
The generals dispersed. Guo Shao took the rein, turned on his horse, and led a team of horsemen out of the camp, running between the various formations in the Yanyue Formation in front. As he raced, he shouted: "Which man and horse is the elite and best fighter of the Great Zhou Army?"
At this time, the tiger flag was drifting everywhere, and the soldiers heard Guo Shao’s shout and responded noisily: "Tiger Cardiac Army, Tiger Cardiac Army..."
Guo Shao shouted again: "Let’s climb over the mountains and mountains and climb here a thousand miles away. Are you here to play?"
The crowds in the large army passing by the horses shouted, and the shouts and noises reverberated in the battlefield, and everyone's mood gradually rose. Guo Shao ran through the gaps between the squares, repeating the sentence: "Which people use their lives, which people are greedy for life and fear of death, I will watch. The brave re-use it, let it be eliminated!"
Amid the noise, the whimper of the horn and the beat of the drum gradually sounded. Zhou Jun had no nonsense, and soon began to move forward across the board. More than 10,000 people on the uneven ground, the Yanyue array is like a large black arc, surging forward slowly; like a torrent of steel, slow but unstoppable.
Guo Shao let the soldiers go first, and then looked back at the hillside called Sanma Mountain. He couldn't see the mountain behind, but he already knew that the past was Kuizhou. Kuizhou is the throat into Sichuan to the east. Shu is the most important fortress in the operation of the Kingdom of Shu. If Kuizhou is taken, the door of Shu will be opened!
...The broad front, Yang Biao's department is at the forefront. He leads the First Army with more than 2,000 men, using the sharpest infantry as the blade. The drum horn on the eve of the war had already sounded, but there was still some distance from the Shu army, and the commanders were marching forward together.
Now everyone doesn't say much. In the dark and moist mist, there is only the metal sound of the ding-dang-cang plate armor rubbing against the chain mail. Finally a big man carrying an axe next to him opened his mouth and said: "General Yang, when I rush forward, I will definitely help you get in the battle. General Yang made a few words for me..."
"Zhang Dutou!" Zhou Tong hurriedly drank him, "Whoever makes a great contribution, General Yang will ask for merit. Is this still necessary?"
"Huh!" Yang Biao rode on the horse, carrying an iron knife, and pulling a fierce face to ignore it.
The group continued walking silently, when the sun had not yet risen. The mist on the ground is hazy, adding a sense of mystery that is not clear. Zhang Jiankui took out a piece of rags from his arms and slowly wrapped it around his right palm.
After a while, the shouts of the opposing Shu army were getting closer and closer. It seemed that someone was boosting morale in the army, and bursts of shouts rushed through the fog like sound waves. Yang Biao turned off his horse and got mixed up in the infantry formation. Upon seeing this, Zhang Jiankui, Zhou Tong and others felt that Yang Biao was quite clever, and they also fell into the ranks.
The flag of the Shu army can be seen faintly in the fog, and people are crowded on the hillside.
At this moment, Zhang Jiankui suddenly felt a slight weight on his head, and for a moment he heard the sound of arrows hitting the iron. He reached out and put his visor on his face. "Cough cough cough..." There was a coughing sound from behind, but everyone was silent.
Then heard the "swish" in the fog again, Zhang Jiankui buried his head, did not dare to look up, the mask is the thinnest point of defense. Although he would not be so coincidental, he was afraid of being shot in the face by bad luck. "Dangdangdang..." A crisp sound came from the heavy footsteps.
Everyone just walked in line, no one shot back with bows and arrows.
Suddenly a ballista with thick arms flew up in the air, with a scream, "Ah!" A soldier was knocked on his back, holding his thigh and shouting, "My leg... my leg is broken..."
Zhang Jiankui turned his head and took a look, only to see a large group of people on the left and right wings slowly following behind, because of the fog, the heads were not visible on either side.
Yang Biao shouted: "Speed up, if anyone retreats before the battle, don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face and not acknowledging people!"
Already on the hillside, the first command of the former army opened the queue, forming a 20-row deep phalanx to attack upward. The two armies were less than fifty steps apart, arrows on their heads rained down, and people in the front row were injured from time to time, but the offensive of the heavy infantry forward of the Zhou army did not weaken in the slightest. The first three rows have already prepared bows and crossbows, and are waiting for a round of shocking Shu soldiers.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sound of drums, and a large group of Shu soldiers on the hillside swarmed down.
Zhou Tong waved his sword and shouted: "Arrangements!"
The snare drum banged bang bang. Not long after the Shu soldiers rushed from the hillside, Zhou Tong yelled out: "Arrow!" Suddenly there was a chord, and the people on the hillside were rolling and tumbling. A ball.
At this moment, the insurgents in front of the Shu soldiers were dispersed, and the densely packed infantry behind them rushed up quickly with swords and shields. Zhou Jun's infantry took the bow and crossbow, drew out the short weapon, and fought. Suddenly, the clanking slashes and the shouts of people were chaotic.
The Shu soldiers were defeated, and the rebellion was scattered. Yang Biao and the others took advantage of the momentum to chase them up, only to see the dense phalanx with long spears in front pouring down again. Yang Biao looked back and shouted: "Send someone to urge the people on both sides to come up and protect our wings!"
"Kill!" Suddenly heard a sound of saturation, and that Zhang took the axe on his head and rushed forward. He grabbed a stabbed spear in one hand, rushed into his body, and swept a large axe with one hand. The axe was unstoppable with strong wind. Those Shu soldiers with long spears slammed close and had nothing to block them. They suddenly "poofed", and an axe chopped blood on the shoulder of a Shu soldier. The axe did not stop and slammed into another. On the side of a person's head, the helmet banged loudly for fear of being cracked.
When Sergeant Zhou saw this, they rushed up to reinforce the fierce generals in front. The spear stabbed on the breastplate "ding and dangling" straight, and the soldiers of the Shu sergeant seemed to be weak. They couldn't even pierce the plate armor. They could only hit the dents, not to mention the lock armor. General Zhou Jun approached with a sword and screamed violently.
"Hah..." Zhang Jiankui waved his axe with both hands and slammed up from above. The Shu soldier in the front looked up at the axe, and could not care about anything, his face suddenly became pale. The Zhou army infantry in the middle immediately pierced the Shu army's spear formation.
Yang Biao could see that his hands were itchy, and immediately greeted the soldiers, carrying an iron knife and leaping on him.
A group of elite soldiers guarded Yang Biao. Yang Biao wore heavy armor and was fierce. His heavy iron knives slashed left and right like wood. Wherever he went, where did ordinary soldiers stop the fierce generals? The striker in the middle of the Shu soldiers collapsed.
More infantry on the two wings attacked, and the battle in the middle spread out.
At this moment, the sun gradually came up, the ray of light began to pierce the fog, and the scene between the earth suddenly became clearer...The situation on the hillside became clearer and clearer, the fighting strength was too far apart, and it was almost one-sided.