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Chapter 208 Deathmatch

Since ancient times, night battles are the most difficult.

In the dark sky, no one can control the whole situation of the battle, even if there are thousands of troops, in the eyes of the soldiers, only the situation in front of them, the fight is just the life and death in front of them.Therefore, every army is divided, and everyone is emotionally isolated.

The strength of soldiers is inseparable from the strength of the army.If the support of the army is stripped away, many soldiers are no more tenacious than ordinary people.In ancient times, if the army screamed for no reason, the whole army would be defeated, not to mention the night battle of the army?
When soldiers are reaching their limits mentally and physically, or when a small group of troops loses their determination to persevere, they will collapse at any time.And the collapse of one will spread the fear of the enemy's strength and invincibility, which will cause all subsequent departments to shake.

Therefore, as the war broke out, Wang Shixian repeatedly issued orders to all the ministries and camps to set fires, and the lights must be brightly lit, not only to illuminate the defense lines around the camp, but also to illuminate themselves, telling every soldier that our camp of tens of thousands of people Very stable!Commander Wang personally sits in command!

However, brightly lit also has a downside to being brightly lit.

With dense lights, soldiers can almost see the movement of every battlefield.

They saw that the Mongol army was like a rising tide in the night, gradually approaching one dam and hitting one dam; they saw countless torches twining, crossing, extinguishing and lighting; they saw several fortifications The fences and watchtowers on the wall were lit by torches thrown by the Mongols. The flames soaring into the sky did not make the situation between the enemy and the enemy clear, but caused confusion in the hearts of the people.

The Mongols' offensive was too fierce. At this moment, victory or defeat was on the line, and reinforcements had to be sent immediately, but...there were not many troops that could be dispatched.Wang Shixian paced back and forth on the pier, looking at his troops in turn.

And just as he was pondering, the northwest corner of the camp, which was originally quiet, also erupted in the sound of fighting.

Money doesn't cost.

Nearly a hundred war slaves climbed up to the high slope, while drawing their bows again and again, throwing back fire.The bowstring crumbled, and the flying arrows disappeared into the night.

The war slaves walked three or five steps and shot one round, followed by another three or five steps and shot one round.They kept flicking the arrow in their hands. Although they couldn't see the trajectory of the arrow, they could hear the unique buzzing sound of the arrow shaft bouncing in the air, and then the crackling sound of the arrow hitting the reef, The clanging of armor, or the muffled sound of piercing into a human body.

Most of these war slaves are good players selected from among the captives.Since Genghis Khan went south, he has fought successive battles with the Jin army, captured countless cities and plundered land, and captured many prisoners, most of whom were killed. However, there are also some thousands or hundreds of households with relatively few people who will choose from among the prisoners. People who are good at fighting are all slaves of war, and they are ordered to rush to the front.

Qian did not spend as the centurion's own slave, but became the leader of the war slaves.To be honest, with the high death rate of these war slaves, no one would know whether he was promoted or forced to die without spending money.

At this time, several rounds of bows and arrows had just been shot, and there was another whistling from above, and dozens of handaxes and short knives were thrown down from a height.

Among the war slaves, there is a small leader.I have always envied Qian Buhua's special status around Mongolians, and even envied his Mongolian name, so I always follow Qian Buhua and serve him attentively.

At this time, he was leaning over his face, and was about to ask for a shot, when a hatchet passed by the tip of Qian Buhua's nose, and cut right on the little boss's face.The huge impact split his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and the roof of his jaw, leaving only his tongue still twitching completely, and all the blood splashed on his face that didn't cost money.

Qian Buhua casually raised the corpse as a cover, straightened up a little and looked around, only to see that many war slaves had already died.

After all, it is an upward attack, and there will always be disadvantages.But that's okay, war slaves are not human at all, and have no value at all.Even if they are all dead, as long as a batch is taken from the captives and their lives are spared, they can be replenished immediately and continue to go to the battlefield alive and kicking.

The roar of the centurion Naminf came back again and again, and the sound of the horn representing the charge became more and more urgent.

Qian Buhua led the war slaves to move forward, their pace quickened, and everyone roared subconsciously.

The next moment, they rushed to the top of the slope and collided with the defenders.

The battlefield is restricted by continuous reefs, so it is not considered open, and the crowd can only be crowded together.

Both sides immediately noticed that the spearmen on both sides first lowered the tip of the spear, slightly to the right, so that it could be quickly rebounded and stabbed the upper body of the enemy.

Mengli was on the iron cavalry, and had little research on the infantry's swordsmanship.This posture, on the contrary, is used by infantry in Song, Jin, Xixia and other countries.

So both sides couldn't help but sigh with emotion.While feeling emotional, they were tempered to the nerves of steel, and it was guaranteed that they would not lose their killing intent.

When the distance between the two sides approached within five steps, the spearmen launched fierce stabs at each other at the same time, while the sword and shield hand squatted down halfway, ready to make a surprise attack.

Wen Qian, who was wearing Zhajia, became the object of attention of several enemies.

At the moment when the two armies were fighting, a spearman stabbed at Wen Qian, while the other swordman rubbed his body from the side and slashed with a knife.

Wen Qian swung his spear horizontally and fired a stab, and then returned a shot.The spearman on the opposite side stepped back quickly, but the blade still brushed his arm, bringing out a stream of blood.And Wen Qian's congregation arrived in time, holding a shield to cover the flanks.The two shields collided with each other, and the two sides cut each other a few times, clanging and clanging.

Wen Qian was about to give chase, but the spearman swung his spear sideways, and with the sound of the wind, Wen Qian was forced back to his original place.

too familiar.Under the shadow of the fire, the two sides' response was like practicing in a school field, and the cooperation methods of the main army and the followers on both sides were also the same.

The spearman just didn't spend his money.

Seeing Wen Qian's fierceness, he praised with a cold face: "Good skill!"

"Where? Why did you vote for Hei Tartar?" Wen Qian asked with a sneer.

"Big Xia, Zhuo Luo and Nanjian Junsi." Qian Buhua answered half a sentence, and said no more.

Wen Qian nodded: "No wonder... I was a Mongolian shepherd slave in the early years, and later fled to Gongchang Mansion."

That's really a neighbor.Maybe, the two families fought in Lanzhou and Hezhou in the early years.

The two sides exchanged a back and forth, and they still confronted each other.

This kind of confrontation was very energy-consuming. In a short time, Wen Qian felt that his breathing was heavy, and sweat was dripping on his forehead.On the entire front centered on him, some soldiers could not help but take the initiative to attack. Hundreds of long and short weapons were wielded with all their strength, and the screams and the sounds of cutting and piercing the human body became more and more intensive and louder.

However, the originally relatively flat battle line was distorted and twisted by the advancing and retreating of the soldiers. In a blink of an eye, it became five or six sections due to the cutting of the terrain, and then turned into a dozen small battlefields that were not related to each other.

Wen Qian and Qian Buhua stared at each other, paying no attention to the surrounding situation.

Both of them are veterans in the battlefield, and they know very well that at this time, if they are distracted, they will die.

　There are too many distractions in the past two days, so this chapter should be short... Readers, please bear with me...

　
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