The strong wield their swords against the strong.
The weak wield their swords against the weak.
The Han army is not the ten thousand households in the eastern tribal alliance. They will only swing their swords at the stronger ones. Not only Lu Yanxun, but also everyone present.
The imperial guard of the King of Han.
Hundreds of soldiers led by Zhang Zhen.
"Don't be afraid. Just like I taught you. Shoot your bow and arrow at the right time. Just think of them as tigers, black bears, and wild boars. Have you ever encountered them when hunting? Although tigers are fierce, they can't be beaten. If you have too many arrows, you will die."
"We are outnumbered and we defend the city. We will win."
Lu Yanxun took an infantry spear from the Han soldier and held it in his hand. Two Han soldiers stood in front of him holding shields.
He weighed the infantry spear and said loudly to the soldiers.
"Yes." As Lu Yanxun's order was conveyed, the morale of the soldiers from all households increased. There were some real warriors showing excitement.
Fighting as a warrior is something that is engraved in a man's bones.
Both Han people and barbarians have inherited this kind of thing.
Although Lu Yanxun was very calm, when the tens of thousands of soldiers were actually fighting, things happened frequently. Some soldiers fired their bows and arrows in advance because of fear.
Then he realized that the arrow he shot was as weak and weak as a girl's fist.
The soldier was suddenly embarrassed and looked around with a guilty conscience, but none of the officers or soldiers around him looked at him. Just looked at the enemy nervously.
He finally took a breath and calmed down.
Some soldiers were so frightened that they wanted to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead.
Although they chose to join the army, they knew that this day would come. But there is still a gap between imagination and reality. Of course no one dared to escape.
There is a supervising team.
Han soldiers and barbarian soldiers are completely different.
Especially the newly mastered army.
Han soldiers did not have supervisory teams.
Zhang Zhen and Lu Yanxun both made changes in response to the situation based on the military books they had read and the knowledge they understood.
Although Lu Yanxun and Wanhu were in frequent trouble, they also wasted a lot of arrows. But overall it has been maintained.
"Kill!!!!" Finally, Meng Yuan's first arrow was shot from the well cart. Like a signal, the raindrop-like arrows landed on the city wall with a whistling sound.
Lu Yanxun Wanhu's soldiers reacted no matter how slow they were.
You can fight back.
They fired their bows and arrows one after another, and fired arrows at the archers on the well cart. The officers shouted: "Don't shoot at their wooden chariot. It is a huge shield and has strong defense."
Lu Yanxun's soldiers from all households looked down at the advancing wooden curtain trucks and ladder trucks despite their busy schedules. Behind the wooden curtain cars covered by huge wooden boards, countless Mongolian and Yuan soldiers were transported.
"The warriors are ready. When the Meng Yuan people climb up the ladder truck, hit them with stones. It will be more effective than arrows."
The officers continued to yell.
Compared to ordinary soldiers. Lu Yanxun conducted a short-term assault training for the officers and learned a lot of military common sense.
Soldiers from three thousand households in the east.
Zhang Zhen's department, Lu Yanxun's department, and Qi Min's department. Just like the toddler Milkman, in the earliest stage of his life, he encountered a strong and powerful enemy.
No choice.
Either become stronger in the war, or be destroyed in the war.
The cruel test began.
They had no armor, only simple leather armor made of leather. It doesn't have any defensive power, but it's only a little bit.
“Whoosh whoosh!!!!”
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Lu Yanxun's soldiers were shot by the strong bows of the Meng Yuan soldiers, as if they were prey under the machine gun. They fell into a pool of blood amidst the screams one after another.
Looking at these scenes of tragedy, the timid person finally couldn't bear it anymore. Lu Yanxun, who was hiding behind the female wall and shivering with his head in his hands, stood up like crazy and rushed towards the steps away from the city wall.
The soldier supervising the team looked at him coldly and was about to take action.
"Pfft" sound. The fleeing soldier was shot dead on the spot by an arrow fired from behind by a Mongolian soldier.
The sharp arrow shot in from the back and came out from the chest.
The soldier felt a pain in his chest. He lowered his head and looked down, showing a look of despair. Then he fell to the ground and refused to close his eyes.
An officer saw this scene and shouted: "On the battlefield, do not turn your back to the enemy."
"Everyone has a share in defeating the enemy and annexing their baggage, food and grass. If defeated and fled, everyone will die. If you want to survive, you must first defeat the enemy. We have thirty thousand households, thirty thousand households."
"kill!!!!!!!!"
The toddler, protected by the city wall, resisted the attack of the powerful man. The battle was extremely brutal, and the soldiers supervising the team killed many soldiers who tried to escape.
Countless soldiers of Lu Yan's training died under the arrows of the Meng Yuan people.
finally.
The ladder truck and the wooden curtain truck arrived at the bottom of the city. The Mongolian soldiers hiding behind the wooden curtain car quickly left the wooden curtain car and climbed the ladder under the command of the officer.
"Come up quickly. They are a mob. Kill them all, and the property and women in the city will be ours." A Mongolian ten-man captain called the brothers to come up, while climbing the ladder himself, and boarded it smoothly. city wall.
"Hahaha!!!!" Captain Meng Yuan laughed when he saw this and said, "I got there first."
"Kill!!!" Meng Yuan's tenth husband opened his eyes, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and killed two soldiers of Lu Yanxun Wanhu, planning to continue his rampage.
"Pfft" sound. An arrow from nowhere hit his neck.
"Damn it." He lowered his head and glanced at his neck. His majestic body shook for a while and fell to the ground.
The Han soldiers beside Lu Yanxun calmly put down their bows and arrows and said, "We are the imperial guards. We go up to the mountains to subdue tigers and go down to the water to capture dragons."
"Go. Take off this man's armor. Have someone help you put it on. If you can survive and have enough courage, it is possible to become a Qianhu."
The Han soldiers turned around and said to a small flag officer not far away.
This little flag official was born very strong, with a face full of flesh, and his eyes were shining with excitement. After hearing what the Han soldiers said, he shouted and immediately led two of his men to rush forward. Amidst the whistling of arrows, he dragged the body to a safe place, quickly untied the armor from the body, and put it on himself. on the body.
When the flag officer put on his armor, he immediately rushed to the front line with a roar, and exchanged blows with the Mongolian soldiers who climbed up the city wall. After a few rounds, he was hacked to death by the Mongolian soldiers.
Lu Yanxun watched this scene in his eyes without moving.
From morning to evening.
Sushun City is like a dam under the impact of a huge flood, full of dangers. But it persisted.
But Zhang Zhen, Lu Yanxun and Qi Min were not happy.
They were in a battle to defend the city, but their casualties were higher than those of the Mengyuan people.
