Film and TV time travel: reselling supplies as soon as the end of the world

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

A dense rain of arrows was thrown from the air, and the people fighting on the street suddenly let out wails.

Seeing that the government troops did not care that he was also within the attack range of the arrows, Pang Yuheng was also very angry. He blocked several arrows shot at him and cursed: "This beast, he doesn't care about the life and death of his own people."

Looking at the people still fighting, Pang Yuheng shouted: "Captains of each team, pay attention to the injured brothers and retreat as soon as possible!"

"Team One, read it!"

"Team Two, read it!"

"Team three..."

Pang Yuheng glanced at the direction of the battlefield and saw that half of the imperial court's troops had been killed or wounded. However, many of his brothers were injured, but only a few were killed, which made Pang Yuheng feel a little relieved.

With the attack of bows and arrows, the imperial troops also became a little afraid, which bought themselves and others some breathing time. At this time, Pang Yuyao had fainted, and Pang Yuheng was holding him in a small cart, carefully placing him on his side on the cart, and letting one person push it.

"Retreat, retreat as soon as possible!"

Following Pang Yuheng's order, everyone began to move quickly towards the city gate taking advantage of the gaps between bows and arrows.

When Zahal saw Pang Yuheng and the others were about to run away, he quickly ordered them to stop shooting arrows, "Chase them, don't let them get away!"

"Pass my order and have the cavalry line up outside the city!"

"Where are the government soldiers? Why haven't they arrived yet? Where are the Lin'an garrison?"

"Sir, the garrison commander has assembled five thousand troops and is rushing from the city gate!"

"Okay, haha!"

Pang Yuheng didn't know at this time that the place where they were about to leave the city had been blocked by 5,000 garrison troops. Looking at the imperial troops chasing them closely, he felt quite anxious.

Just when Pang Yuheng thought that he and his men could retreat to the city wall, a guard came to report: "Captain, there are 5,000 troops coming towards us from the direction of the city gate!"

Pang Yuheng's expression froze, and then he said fiercely: "Kill them!"

"Team one, team two, clear the way!"

"Team three, team four, cover the rear!"

"Team five, team six, ready to respond!"

"Yes!"

"Brothers! We have been training for so long and have never come out to practice. Let's open the eyes of these Tartars today!" Pang Yuheng stood still and shouted, "Brothers, do you dare to follow me to kill these bastards who exploit the people!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts of three hundred people echoed throughout the entire Lin'an Prefecture. At this time, the power of these three hundred people had reached its peak!

Finally, some of the people watching from upstairs could no longer hold back their doubts and asked, "Is this really the stupid son of the Pang family from a few years ago?"

"Is this the stupid son of the Pang family? Is this true?"

"What? You said that such a mighty general is actually the foolish son of the Pang family? Did you see it wrong? How does he look like a fool?"

"Didn't you hear him shouting? His name is Pang Yuheng!"

"What's wrong with calling him Pang Yuheng? Is the stupid son of the Pang family also called Pang Yuheng?"

"It's also called this name. This person is him!"

"Oh my god, is Dr. Zhou's medicine really that magical?"

"That's right. They say that Dr. Zhou's prescription can bring people back to life! Look at Pang Yuheng and Pang Yuyao! If this isn't a miracle drug, what is it?"

"It's a pity that the two talented people of the Pang family are about to die at the hands of the imperial court!"

Just as everyone was sighing, someone suddenly shouted, "Look, the people brought by the Pang family are so powerful!"

At this time, on the street below, the three parties were already fighting each other. As soon as the three parties came into contact, they directly entered into a white-hot battle.

The number of Zahal's men and the garrison soldiers were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only at this time was the fighting power of the three hundred or so servants fully demonstrated.

The fighting on the battlefield is not as dazzling as the fights between martial arts masters. It's just a competition of who is stronger and faster. Whoever is stronger and faster can survive on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, heads and limbs were flying everywhere. The killing power of the three hundred servants was like a meat grinder. Any enemy that appeared in front of them would be crushed to pieces immediately.

Even if there were occasional fish that slipped through the net, they would be hacked to death by the personal guards led by Pang Yuheng. There were simply few people who could break through the defense circle of 300 people.

"This! When did the Pang family have such a powerful army?"

"Private soldiers like this are too terrifying. Look at how tight their defense is. There are very few people who can break through. And every time they strike, someone dies!"

"These people were also very brave. They were not affected much even after being stabbed. They continued to fight."

Looking at the battle below, there were more than a thousand casualties in such a short time. Zahal's side was relatively better off, with only three or four hundred people, while the garrison had nearly a thousand casualties!

Seeing the garrison troops so vulnerable, Zahal was so angry that he wanted to chop off the garrison troops' heads. At this time, the Lin'an garrison troops were also in a panic.

The standing army of Lin'an Prefecture is 10,000, but the actual number of people here is only 5,000 to 6,000, and they are all good-for-nothings. It's ok for them to bully ordinary people at ordinary times, but if they really go to the battlefield with real swords and guns, now is the best proof.

Seeing that one fifth of the five thousand men he had gathered with great effort had been lost, he felt very bitter, but if he did not respond to the rebellion, the crime would be too serious. Losing his official position was a small matter, but losing his head was normal.

Seeing General Zahal's murderous eyes in the distance, he could only bite the bullet and order his men to charge. Seeing his men falling one after another, he had no mercy at all. If he could catch these rebels this time, it would be a great achievement for him, and he might even be promoted to a higher position. Thinking of this, his heart was filled with passion.

"Come on, General. Capture these rebels, regardless of life or death! Anyone who is a hindrance will be killed without mercy!"

After the garrison commander finished shouting, he drew his sword, pointed it forward, and turned back to shout, "Supervisory troops, if you see anyone retreating or running away, kill them on the spot!"

The garrison heard his shout and some of those who were originally hesitant and afraid to move forward could only rush forward slowly. However, no matter how slow they were, they would eventually reach their limit and were killed by the servants of the Pang family without any resistance.

The middle area of ​​the battlefield between the three parties was littered with corpses and broken limbs, and some people who were still gasping for breath were trampled back and forth by people from all sides and became dying.

As the battle lasted longer, the court suffered more and more casualties, and one third of the servants led by Pang Yuheng had lost their combat effectiveness.

During the long continuous battle, Zahal adopted a rotation strategy to consume the physical strength of Pang Yuheng and others, and the defenders followed suit.

This made Pang Yuheng and others anxious, but they couldn't break out. Pang Yuheng became more and more anxious.

So he prepared to lead his men to charge through the garrison's defense line in an attempt to open a path to the city gate.