Seeing another 100-man team coming forward from the Song people, Xiong Wuliang and Zhao Hua looked at each other and couldn't help but smile: "This Ziyan really doesn't want to give up!"
Zhao Hua glanced at Zhong Hua worriedly: "General Zhong..."
Zhong Hua smiled slightly and said without any panic: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Hua nodded - he had been in Quyang for several years, and Zhao Hua also understood Zhong Hua's temperament. He was not a person who just spoke freely.
Since Zhong Hua looks like he has a chance to win, he must be absolutely sure.
It was still the Little Black Hundreds who went into battle. One hundred soldiers took off the iron crossbows and arrows from their bodies, and then lined up on the spot. Xiao Hei holds the shield in his left hand and Chang Ge in his right hand, his fighting spirit is at an all-time high!
Only half a year has passed since he was rescued by Xiong Wuliang.
Xiao Hei has transformed from a weak child of a disaster victim into a powerful warrior!
It all depends on this firm and indomitable belief!
Before today, Xiao Hei had never seen blood in his hands...but now he was about to fight in close combat with the fierce Song Army guards!
But not timid at all!
Five hundred steps away, the Song Army's 100-man Imperial Guard General Chong San did not dare to underestimate the enemy's arrogance. He commanded his 100 soldiers to form a square formation and slowly advance forward.
The 80,000 Song soldiers who were watching cheered for them again, but their momentum was much weaker than before.
Many of the Song Army's senior officers and low-level captains pursed their lips, with livid faces, and said nothing.
They are not fools - the damn Xiong Wuliang of Chu State opposite him definitely did not propose 'another contest' just to encourage Song Wang Yan's drunkenness... but he also had full confidence in the victory of hand-to-hand combat!
impossible!
The Song Army sent out guards selected by the whole country!
The last time the school martial arts was defeated by the powerful crossbows of the Chu people - this time the crossbows were banned and they only relied on melee combat! It is impossible for the Song people to lose again!
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Chongsan crouched deeply behind the shield, large beads of sweat rolling down his face.
The Song Army's formation advanced forward, and now there was only a hundred steps left!
Chongsan had just seen how sharp the Chu people's crossbows were - if the Chu people on the opposite side did not respect martial ethics and openly fired arrows... then he would definitely not be able to escape!
After Chong San died, one hundred Song army guards were all bearing such psychological pressure.
This short distance of five hundred steps was like walking on the tip of a knife.
When he got closer, Chongsan finally felt relieved - the Chu people were sure they wouldn't let go of arrows!
He felt relaxed all over, as if he had just been fished out of deep water, and he took in big gulps of air.
Although the imperial guards of the Song Army are all brutal and bloodthirsty monsters, they cannot ignore their own lives as they ignore the lives of others.
Chongsan smiled!
The strength of the Song Army's imperial guards is definitely one of the best in the world when it comes to hand-to-hand combat!
Even the 'Iron Eagle Warriors' from the Qin State and the 'Wei Soldiers' from the Wei State... In terms of hand-to-hand combat alone, in Chongsan's heart, these famous and powerful soldiers may not be the opponents of the Song Army's imperial guards!
"Kill!" Zhongsan roared!
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Xiao Hei screamed sharply: "Raise your shield!"
Because he was too excited, his voice was a little distorted.
The soldiers of Marquis Quyang of the Chu army fought with the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty!
The Chu soldiers in the front row did not take off their Changge, or even draw out the dagger from their waists - instead they held their shields tightly with both hands and pressed them against their thick shoulders to ensure that they could form a shield wall that could not be broken through. .
Just being able to do this is enough to show how well-trained Zhong Hua's personal barracks are -
Holding a shield with both hands means that he has no means of attack.
Being close to the enemy, but being beaten and unable to fight back... This is a huge psychological pressure, and you must completely trust your comrades to do it.
Such a shield wall was almost impossible to break through - the Song soldiers under Chongsan tried their best to attack, but they could not break through the thin shield in front of them.
Occasionally, a gap appeared between the shields, and a Chu soldier fell down. Immediately behind him, a new sergeant dropped his long sword and filled the gap with shields in both hands.
Compared with the difficulties faced by the Song army, the soldiers of the Chu army were able to handle it with ease - the soldiers in the back row raised their long swords, stretched them over the heads of the comrades in the front row, and aimed their swords at the Song people's heads and hit them hard!
Simple, brutal and effective!
Facing the attack from above, the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty had almost no power to fight back - large swaths of Song soldiers were like butter hitting the bottom of a hot pot, melting in front of the Chu soldiers' shield wall.
The dead souls of Chongsan appear!
The Chu soldiers on the opposite side! It's obvious that his figure is not as strong as mine!
But he couldn't break through this shield wall no matter what!
Seeing the sharp Chang Ge slashing down from above his head and pocket, Zhong San was stunned. Without any time to think, he raised the shield in his hand and covered his head... There was a muffled sound of 'dong', blocking the fatal blow. one strike.
Chongsan felt slightly relieved.
Boom!
Boom!
The soldiers of the Song Dynasty raised their shields above their heads, trying to block the Chang Ge falling from the sky.
Xiao Hei's eyes were sharp and he suddenly shouted: "Now!"
The soldiers in the front row carrying shields with both hands roared angrily, and suddenly exerted force forward - the top-heavy Song soldiers were unable to resist, and were knocked back repeatedly, causing chaos in their formation.
Many Song soldiers fell to the ground and screamed miserably when they were stepped on by thick boots.
Xiao Hei and other sergeants in the back row dropped their long swords and pulled out the daggers from their waists. The soldiers in the front row, holding shields with both hands, all ducked out of a gap as if they had a tacit understanding - and the daggers stabbed out randomly from the gap.
The Song soldier's shield was raised above his head, and he had just been hit by the shield wall to pieces - facing the sudden attack on the chest and abdomen, he could not resist at all.
The dagger flew cleanly!
Blood splatters!
Before long, all one hundred Song Army guards were lying on the ground...
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"My lord, my hundred-man team killed one hundred enemies! Seven of us were injured and nine were killed!" Xiao Hei saluted deeply towards the bronze chariot.
Xiong Wuliang couldn't help but admire.
The casualty ratio was one hundred to sixteen! About six to one!
Simply terrible!
Moreover, the Song troops in front of them were not ordinary garrison soldiers who were weak - they were elite soldiers of the Song Dynasty who had been trained for a long time, were strong and strong, and were also well-equipped!
Facing Xiong Wuliang's praise, Zhong Hua smiled slightly and glanced at Shaohu intentionally or unintentionally, feeling quite proud.
Xiong Wuliang glanced at Xiao Hei appreciatively and said solemnly: "Well done..."
Xiao Hei's chest puffed up and he was quite proud.
Zhao Hua winked at Shao Hu, who nodded and waved his hand - the big flag with the words "Quyang Houliang" waved slightly.
The 10,000 Quyang New Army did not see any movement, but quietly cocked the standard wooden repeating crossbows in their hands.
These standard repeating crossbows in the hands of Quyang's new army cannot break shields and armor as effectively as the iron repeating crossbows in the hands of the pro-barracks... But for ordinary soldiers without armor, their lethality is no less than that of iron crossbows.
Seeing that Shao Hu was ready, Zhao Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
Defenses can not do without.
Xiong Wuliang, who was on the bronze carriage, narrowed his eyes——
