Zhang Cheng did not take this war seriously, not even Zhang Bu.
In their plan, as long as their soldiers and horses arrive at the city. The people in the city should have been so frightened that they took the initiative to tie up Wu Nian and bring him to surrender.
Let’s not talk about the situation of Beishan Fort, even if it is a normal 100-household residence. Their soldiers, including the small banner, the general banner, and the hundred households, are only one hundred and thirteen.
Facing half a thousand elite soldiers, one must be heartbroken.
When they came to the city.
Zhang Cheng smiled and said to a confidant on the left: "Wait a minute, you go to the city to call for formation. Tell the people in the city that as long as Wu Nian is handed over, half of us Zhang will retreat immediately. Otherwise, no chickens or dogs will be left after the city is breached."
If you scare them, the people in the city will be pissed off.
"Yes." The confidant was also very relaxed and nodded in agreement.
At this moment, Zhang Cheng saw the city gate being opened. He was puzzled at first, then overjoyed, and said to his cronies: "Before I sent you to call for formation, the people in the city were already pissed off. I took the initiative to tie up Wu Nian and send him out."
"Hahaha." The confidants and the soldiers around them all burst out laughing, very proud of themselves.
What happened to the imperial guardhouse?
In the land of Liaodong, Ban Bianzhang is one of the most powerful and powerful people in the world. With such a great reputation, who dares not to make a fuss?
But the next moment, everyone's expressions changed.
The scene where Wu Nian was tied up and given away did not appear at all. Instead, they heard a high-pitched roar, and then saw about two hundred soldiers and horses, howling and killing them.
The first general holds a spear, prepares his armor, and gallops his horse forward, looking majestic and mighty.
He was followed by two horsemen, both of them majestic.
The men and horses whipped up a killing wind and swept over.
Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, really stunned for a moment. Then he burst into exaggerated laughter.
"Hahahaha." After a series of laughter, Zhang Cheng's laughter stopped suddenly, with a serious look on his face, and he said: "One look at the formation of this army, you can tell that it is a mob. Since the people of Beishan Fort are stubborn, Spirit, then I will teach them how to behave."
"Kill them and break the city."
Zhang Cheng shook up the big gun in his hand and ordered loudly.
"kill!!!!"
"Kill!!!" The three hundred elite soldiers roared in unison, spearmen and spearmen in front, archers in the back, and marched forward in an orderly manner.
They did not carry shields, but looking at their military appearance and the physical strength of the soldiers, there was a huge difference compared with the rabble of Beishan Fort.
The men and horses from both sides approached each other at extremely fast speeds.
It was like a pair of lovers reunited after a long separation, eager to give each other a kiss of death.
"Fire the arrow quickly."
Wang Gui was behind the soldiers and horses. He was an archer and was responsible for commanding the archers this time. Seeing that the distance was almost there, he quickly shouted.
"Swish swish."
The soldiers of Beishan Fort were hurriedly bending their bows and shooting arrows. They were a complete mob. But fortunately, on the battlefield, there is no need to aim when shooting a bow. If you shoot casually, you may hit someone.
Both sides fired their bows, and countless arrows whizzed towards each other.
"Ding ding ding."
The men and horses of Beishan Fort in front raised their round shields, which played a certain defensive role, but the effect was not significant. The bow and arrow do not shoot straight, but fall from the sky in a parabola.
They cannot be completely defended by shields.
Only a well-armed armor can protect against bows and arrows.
"Pfft. Pfft."
"ah!!!"
Some of the soldiers in the team were hit by arrows. The sharp arrows penetrated their jackets and clothes, and penetrated into their bodies fiercely. Those who were lucky were only injured, while those who were unlucky were killed immediately, and screams could not be heard.
Wu Nian, Long Qie, and Zhang Jin, who were leading the way, were the first to bear the brunt.
“Ding ding ding!!”
The iron arrows collided with their armor, causing sparks to fly. Some particularly powerful heavy arrows broke through the armor and pierced into their bodies.
Wu Nian's chest sank, and in the blink of an eye, three arrows hit him. The arrow broke through the defense, causing him a slight pain, but it wasn't a big problem.
The armor took most of the damage.
It hurts, but my blood is boiling.
Wu Nian grinned, then looked at Zhang Jin and said, "Kill."
"kill!!!!"
Zhang Jin placed the horse girdle across his back and galloped amidst the whistling of arrows. Wu Nian and Long Qie, one on the left and one on the right, turned into three sharp knives and thrust straight into them.
Arrows rained down, constantly hitting the armor of the three people.
"Ding ding ding."
A distance of more than a hundred steps came in the blink of an eye, and the three of them inserted themselves into Zhang Cheng's team.
"Kill!!!" The horse in Zhang Jin's hand swept past, manpower and horse power were combined into one, with great force, and with a whirring sound, three people were hit.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
One of the three men flew up, fell from the sky, and died instantly. Two people were swept to the ground, with too much air coming out and too little air coming in. They couldn't stand it anymore.
"This is the real war." Zhang Jin was trembling with excitement. This was the battle he had dreamed of.
"kill."
The blood in his body was boiling, but his mind was very calm. He turned the horse in his hand, thrust forward, and accurately penetrated the neck of a fully armed heavy infantryman. Ma Shu moved horizontally and cut off the man's head, and Ma Shu came out of the man's body.
"Pfft." He exerted force with both arms and slashed with his horse. The spear tip cut into the neck of a soldier wearing only a battle coat and cut out from the waist and abdomen. He immediately cut the man in half, and his internal organs were filled with blood. , spurting out.
He galloped on horseback like a heavily armored tank. Among the three hundred people on the side, he was invincible and invincible.
Wu Nian looked at Zhang Jin, then at the short steel knife in his hand. He smiled and shook his head, then simply got off the horse and stepped forward to fight with a knife.
He can ride a horse and has good riding skills.
But I'm not very good at using long weapons, and the steel knife is too short and has little lethality. If we move forward without fighting on foot, we can always kill a dozen or twenty people.
Long Qie was in a similar situation to Wu Nian and had to dismount and fight on foot.
When Wu Nian dismounted and fought on foot, his power blossomed. In the battle with Zhang Ningding that day, he had no armor and was seriously injured when he was slashed.
But now that he has armor on him, no matter how sharp the steel knife is on his body, the armor will only be injured.
Wu Nian turned into a bear and a tiger. A steel knife rose and fell in his hand, leaving limbs and arms broken wherever he passed. The road under his feet was littered with bones.
Although the damage was much worse than Zhang Jin's, his power was not bad at all. As he kept killing, Wu Nian found that there was no one around him.
Half Zhang's three hundred people collapsed!
It's a pity that there are only three hundred of them.
Zhang Jin was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing twenty or thirty people. Wu Nian and Long Qie each killed more than a dozen people. Just three people made them lose sixty or seventy people.
Their military formation was also broken up. The men and horses from the Beishan Fort behind them suddenly rushed behind, following the three war gods, and easily collected their heads in the blink of an eye.
Three hundred people were killed or injured.
There is a limit to how much an army can tolerate casualties.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining soldiers ran away.
