Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

There was wind in the sky, and the thick smoke from the bombed city dissipated quickly, and it didn't take long for only thin smoke and dust to hang over there. Guo Shao immediately took a few hundred paces behind to take a general look, and there were soldiers running back to report the military situation. He still didn't say much, just nodded in response to the people who came to report.

Wang Pu next to him said: "The war will be a stalemate."

Guo Shao held his breath and looked back at the chaotic scene in the camp. He paid extra attention to the artillery formation, and couldn't detect the panic atmosphere. Most of the remaining artillery is now concentrated in the two siege points... because most of the early stage has been lost.

There is still a problem with the Long Xiao Cannon, which cannot be tested in the experimental stage. At that time, the gun body was lengthened in order to increase the firing range due to the large caliber, thick tube wall and hooped iron rings during the test. The direct problem was that the heat dissipation was not good and the lifespan was greatly reduced. In addition, the strength of the cast iron material at this time was not good.

Most of the damaged guns were caused by the rupture and deflation of the gun body, and very few directly exploded the chamber. There were many problems before, for example, some stone bullets were not strong enough and exploded in the barrel.

The remaining dozens of artillery were concentrated at the attack point; the continuous shelling before the attack was mainly to re-test the range and find the data of hitting the city wall... the elevation angle and the weight of the charge.

...The gap in the collapsed city wall was crowded with people in front of it, and the directions of the people on both sides were opposite, and the crowd in the middle was getting tighter and tighter; the place was very narrow, let alone both sides rushing forward, it would be difficult to clear it even if they really wanted to.

Pretending to be vicious shouts of killing, threats|threats, shouts, and begging for mercy and crying, but nothing worked. People crowded there could neither move forward nor back, and it was difficult to even turn around, let alone perform fancy movements.

A soldier of the Northern Han Dynasty didn't have any weapons in his hands, and was squeezed in front of Zhou Jun empty-handed, his eyes widened and he was yelling "ahhhh". The Zhou army sergeant held a sword and shield, and the shield smashed on his head, and the knife stabbed desperately on his armor. The screams of despair and fear made people's ears hurt.

The Northern Han army died so badly that they couldn't run away, and the front could hardly survive. The generals of the Northern Han Army who arranged the spearmen at the front obviously made a mistake. At this time, the two sides are close and close, and the distance between them is almost hugging. Attack of the enemy army!

The Zhou army on the ramp also gradually restored order, and a general 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 sharpshooters also barely formed a queue. A general shouted: "Get ready..."

A group of sharpshooters (archers) picked up their bows and set their arrows, all of them with tense and solemn faces, and pulled the arrow clusters upwards obliquely. At this time, people don't need to aim, as long as the direction and angle are roughly right.

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

The archers didn't care about anything. Someone had found the memory of countless volley trainings and was gradually adjusting their breathing rhythm. This is indeed fighting on the front line, but people are not fighting with a strong force. They are like doing repetitive physical labor. They only need to follow the command of the general to release the arrow. The most important thing is to maintain physical strength, because drawing the bow requires a lot of strength, and every time you shoot an arrow, it consumes a lot of physical strength.

There were also enemy bows and arrows flying over their heads, but the iron helmets of the Zhou army soldiers had brims, leather ear protection, and plate armor on the shoulders and chest. There is no way to add pressure to them without much threat!

The most worrying thing is the ballista flying obliquely from the city wall. The arrows are as thick as arms! It is heavy and powerful, and the force that can shoot two hundred steps is not something that armor can resist. No matter whether you wear armor or not, a collision at such a short distance will kill people; as long as you are hit, you will either die or be injured.

Although the ballista is as big as a bed, it is very troublesome to launch and requires many people. The arrows are very sparse and very slow, and one shot can kill one person... But once there is a threat, it can cause great psychological pressure. It's like standing downstairs, and stones will occasionally fall from it, making the crowd feel dangerous, and panic and chaos will occur, even if the proportion of casualties in the crowd is small. Fortunately, the Huben Army is an elite army, and in this kind of matter, it showed the organizational strength that only the army possesses. Under the screams and threats of death, the people were nervously drawing their bows and firing arrows.

Zhou Jun, who was fighting short-handedly on the front line, gained the advantage and kept advancing, but the speed was very slow! There are corpses on every inch of the ground, the blood has soaked the soil, and people stepped on the dirt hill with mud under their feet, as if they were trudging through the mud on a rainy day!

At this moment, someone suddenly felt a chill on his body, looked up, and saw the edge of Duanhuan, which was nearly four feet high, and some soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty were dumping wooden barrels down, throwing wooden barrels containing fierce kerosene! The Northern Han army was probably in a hurry at this time, whether it was fierce oil, tung oil, or even the smell of sesame oil in the air, they threw it desperately into the gap.

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

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

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 the top and fell down. Everyone watched the fire with black smoke and drew a black smoke tail in the air. A moment seemed to be a lifetime, and time seemed to travel through countless years.

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

The flames were soaring 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 bloody fire, and the fiery figures rolled down from above, and the flames were splashed around by the burning figures like magma. The ghosts were crying and howling, it was horrible.

...Guo Shao and the others looked at the flames and black smoke in the distance, his hands were tightly grasping the hilt of the sword, and his phalanx turned white.

A general said in a hurry: "The last general thinks that the Chinese army has to quickly order the front army to retreat."

"The commander of the Sixth Army has Wang Zhang at the front!" Guo Shao gritted his teeth. He remembered this general who had overcome the exhaustion of his soldiers since the Battle of Qin and Feng, and successfully marched overnight to set up an ambush. He is a military commander who has experienced many battles, has firm perseverance, and can make decisive decisions under any military situation. Guo Shao trusts him. "The responsibilities of each army have been deployed, and Wang Zhang in front can give orders in time."

Sure enough, all the ministries in front immediately retreated, and semaphore was raised, and the messengers galloped back on horseback.

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

Marquis Yu, the capital of the army, immediately said, "According to the arrangement of the Chinese army, we will fire the cannons as soon as our troops retreat, and the second command will approach fifty paces..."

"Hmph." Wang Zhang glared at him angrily, but said nothing.

The men and horses in front retreated scatteredly as if they had been defeated in battle. In fact, most of them did not directly meet the enemy, but they retreated after a bitter battle, and it was inevitable to be messy. People carried wounded soldiers on their backs, running like refugees.

Wang Zhang personally rode his horse to within fifty paces of the city wall. Regardless of the arrows and shells that flew from time to time, he rode his horse and ran in front of a new group of neatly formed people for a while, commanding the envoys to come forward. Wang Zhang said: "As soon as the gunfire stops, arrange a short-armed man to ride in front; the rest will advance in infantry formation."

The commander clasped his fists and said, "The last general has orders!"

Looking back at the left and right, Wang Zhang said: "Serving the army and serving the country with horse leather shrouds is our destination! If you are afraid of death, join the army."

All the soldiers stared wide-eyed, watching the flames in front of them, and the piles of corpses on the dirt hill, waiting nervously one by one.

Wang Zhang said again: "Many of our brothers have died tragically. If we don't take revenge, we will be men! Go to Jinyang and let those thieves die with their lives!"

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

After a while, there was a whimpering and loud horn blowing from behind. It seems to be the prelude to some kind of rapid rhythm.

After a while, a loud "boom" tore through the sky! The first row of red flags, more than 400 steps away from the city, fell forward, and a moment later, there was a thunderous bang that shook the ground, and a row of dazzling flames shot out into the sky, raging in the air, and white smoke rose one after another. Round stones flew up into the sky rapidly.

The cannon body rushed back violently. If it hadn't been tamped down by the earth bag and fixed with piles, the iron cannon would almost jump up.

Just after a burst of gunfire, the flags in the second row also fell, and a general shouted hoarsely: "Second capital, let go!"

The gong sounded "bang", "Boom! Boom..." A row of artillery fired again at different times.

Up and down the city wall in the distance, earth and rocks splashed and dust rose, and they were subjected to intensive shelling by the Zhou army in batches.

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