Liu Zhirou raised her head and glanced at the annoying falcons and night owls above, and a wry smile crept up the corner of her mouth. If Chang Siguo had been on the slope, he would have been shot down or scared away if he had allowed these flat-haired men to poop uncontrollably above his head.
I don’t know if Chang Guiren can escape this disaster.
He threw out another hexagram in Sesshu that all six lines changed, and only vaguely guessed that Chang Siguo was in a near-miss situation.
In order to stabilize the morale of the army, he had to say that "favorable people and heaven will turn disaster into good fortune".
In fact, I also told myself to listen to it, to calm my mind.
Based on the information he had, it was not difficult for him to deduce that the man in black robe who captured Chang Siguo and was not interested in him as the commander-in-chief was Can Ye's killer.
With this guess, Liu Zhirou could safely and boldly arrange an ambush. He did not have to worry like other cultivator lieutenants that the man in black robe would come back and ruin the follow-up plan.
Then he glanced at the dozen or so flaming figures on the wooden pillars, screaming and burning. The smell of charred flesh and feces and urine was unpleasant.
He covered his nose with a brocade handkerchief and walked a few steps upstream. In order for the soldiers to pay less and suffer fewer casualties, he had to use this underhanded move to anger the Beirong soldiers and disrupt the arrangements of the leaders.
Liu Zhirou smiled as he looked at the enemy troops rushing towards them with loud shouts of death and shouts of death under the light of the fire.
He has already made arrangements, and he can reap a lot of results. Depending on the execution and cooperation of the generals, he can just sit back and enjoy the results. He doesn't want to get involved in more specific matters of commanding the soldiers, so why bother with so much effort?
Thanks to the noble man's blessing, he got the treasure he dreamed of that could change his destiny.
Mortal merit will be just icing on the cake for him.
The state of mind is different from the past, and the scenery I see is naturally very different.
On a six-foot-wide earth wall, each team consists of three soldiers holding wooden shields. Two soldiers hold fire bottles in their hands. Looking under the wall stacks, there are fire bottles of almost the same specifications and styles placed along the corners of the earth wall. Candles were lit in the gaps between the walls, and small wooden blocks or snow blocks were used to block the wind.
Qi Quan held a sword in his left hand and grabbed a fire bottle in his right hand. He walked around the wall he was in charge of, shouting and shouting.
"Brothers, hold still, bring the Beirong thieves closer and then smash them. Follow my instructions and hit them all in unison. The center will bloom and give them a hard blow. They will be burned until their parents don't recognize them."
The nearby captains and captains quickly laughed in agreement to get rid of the tension before the war.
The rumble of iron hooves and the flying snow and fog could not cover up the vigorous counting of the old soldiers who were responsible for observing on the wall.
"The thief is nearly two hundred feet"
"The thief is nearly 150 feet away"
"One hundred feet"
"Eighty feet sixty feet fifty feet forty feet"
As the shouting became more urgent, a cultivator yelled "Raise your shield!"
The sound of dense arrows piercing the air came from far away. Wooden shields were erected on the earthen walls. There was a loud sound of hitting the wood, as well as the rare screams of arrows. The counting sound continued, "Thirty feet and twenty feet." "
"Light the fire bottles together and smash them together"
Qi Quan roared and smashed the lit fire bottle into the cavalry formation below.
Countless rolling fireballs drew streaks of light and shadow in the air, and smashed into the enemy cavalry team of about 20 feet. There were roaring explosions and bursts of blazing flames. The kerosene burned the cavalry and ignited them. Got the war horse.
Thousands of large-scale fire bottles attacked intensively, which was a spectacular sight, burning into chaos below.
The burning horses rushed wildly, disrupting the attack rhythm of the Beirong cavalry behind them, and also isolated the cavalry in front who had rushed to the bottom of the slope. They were so anxious that they could not retreat. It was really a dilemma.
Qi Quan was overjoyed when he saw this. Mr. Liu was still very powerful. He leaned over to grab a fire bottle again, and yelled, "Brothers, smash it!"
The exposed flannel of the fire bottle was lifted over the candle, and lit with a bang.
He threw the bottle of fire toward the crowd of people thirty feet below.
Mr. Liu explained that you should not use your personal strength to throw a long distance alone, but must form a combined attack force to inflict maximum damage and casualties on the enemy soldiers.
"Bloody hell"
"Burn them to death"
The morale on the earthen wall was high, and fire bottles were thrown further away, exploding into brilliant sparks.
Occasionally, a few skaters' fire bottles would be thrown nearby, but they would not be wasted and burned on the cavalrymen whirling around under the slope.
Thick smoke billowed, and the unpleasant and pungent smell of burning filled the air.
The night sky was illuminated by fire as if it were day.
More than a dozen cultivators on the slope were gearing up, and after the soldiers on the earthen wall launched three waves of fire bottle attacks, they lit up each fire bottle and threw them at them in a row extending from seventy feet away to a hundred feet away.
Attracting the cultivators at the top of the earthen wall, they quickly adjusted the distance at which they threw the fire bottles, forming a new long-range attack force that burned the Beirong soldiers far and near completely into chaos.
After throwing out more than a dozen fire bottles, the cultivators on the slope saluted Mr. Liu, who had a calm face and was full of wisdom.
They ran down the south and north slopes respectively.
On this side of the earth wall, countless snow boats were stretched across the earth wall, and the camouflage white cloth covering them was torn off, revealing the silent and solemn soldiers and horses below. On both sides of the horse's saddle, there were two tied with leather ropes hanging on each side. burning fire bottle.
For this long-distance attack, Liu Zhirou almost emptied all the fire bottles made by the Sihuang City Construction Supervision Office during this period.
After traveling hundreds of miles, the stern cabin of the snow boat was filled with dry grass and sand, and the fire bottles were buried and carried.
Just because it comes in handy at this time.
"Mount your horse and go to battle."
Following the order, the two thousand cavalrymen who circled around Paoma Ridge and followed the tracks of snow boats and horse hoofs to gather, plus the more than two thousand cavalrymen composed of captured horses here, poured out from the open doorway.
Arriving in the snow at the foot of the slope, they gathered into a square formation and attacked the chaotic Beirong cavalry from the north and south wings.
This was a stratagem arranged by Liu Zhirou to hide the enemy. He used limited forces to move the enemy around, fatigue the enemy, and then concentrate his own forces to fight a battle of annihilation.
The cavalrymen braved the arrows fired from sporadic counterattacks and rushed forward. First, the cavalrymen in the front row and two rows smashed the fire bottles in their hands, and then the cavalrymen behind them were covered in arrows. The interval between the two was extremely short. .
Compared to the single lethality of an arrow, wherever the fire bottle hits, there will be chaos.
This new tactic was specially arranged by Liu Zhirou, and the effect was very good.
The two recharged cavalrymen took turns throwing the first round of fire bottles and shooting a hail of arrows. They used the wolf attack tactics commonly used by the Beirong people to weaken the enemy from the side and drive them towards the center.
Only three rounds of fire bottles were thrown back and forth, and three rounds of arrows were fired. The cavalry composed of various tribes of Beirong began to fight independently, collapsed and fled in all directions.
Everyone knows that defeat is certain, and no one wants to stay behind and die.
The soldiers on the earthen wall, led by generals and cultivators, fired several rounds of arrows to clear away nearby obstacles. Then they jumped into the thick snow below the wall, screaming to kill the defeated Beirong cavalry. Launch a full-scale attack.
The army was defeated like a mountain. After the blood of the Bei Rong cavalry cooled down, they only regretted that their horses had lost two legs.
They could no longer organize an effective counterattack and were chased, running across the vast and dark snowfield.
Liu Zhirou stood on the top of the slope, watching the battle below as he had quickly gained the advantage as he had deduced, with a smile on his face. With the city wall as a support, he used fire bottles on a large scale to deal with the cavalry siege, and the effect was unexpectedly good. .
Based on this, he came up with some new ideas for using fire bottles.
He arranged a new cavalry guard of fifty people around him. Twenty of them held fire bottles in one hand and fire sticks in bamboo tubes in the other. They were always alert and could light the fire bottles and smash them out at any time.
There are another twenty people holding military crossbows to guard each other, and ten people holding shields and waist knives for close protection. The last line of defense is guarded by the reluctant Lao Wan, who must ensure his own safety and be foolproof.
After suffering a big loss, Liu Zhirou identified the imaginary enemy as a master of the Crystal Bone Realm and made such an arrangement.
As long as the black-robed killer dares to come again, ten fire bottles will be waiting for him first, and the next ten fire bottles will be smashed according to the situation.
No matter how fast the killer is, he can't escape the continuous range attack of a large sea of fire. He will always be splashed with fire oil and set on fire. Then the crossbows will cooperate with each other to exert their power, and then another round of fire bottles will be smashed. This cycle repeats, and there is no need to worry about the crystal. Bone realm cultivators retreat without knowing the difficulty.
It's a pity that the crossbow arrows were not coated with poison that could hurt Crystal Bone Realm cultivators.
For him, if the layout is properly arranged, even masters of the Crystal Bone Realm can be killed.
Liu Zhirou has this confidence. ,,,
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