At the same time, the shouts of the supervising team continued to be heard from the rear.
"Kill! Charge forward. Whoever can kill the enemy general will be rewarded with glory and wealth at his fingertips."
"Are you willing to be a soldier for the rest of your life? Wealth is right in front of you, why are you still hanging around? As long as you take a gamble once, the whole family can live a good life."
"You all just rush forward, anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"
Six hundred Lu family soldiers, supervising thousands of field soldiers, constantly attacked the village.
Since there is no way to retreat, the soldiers in the field can only rush forward bravely. Moreover, the supervisor is right, as long as he gives it a try, he can live a good life.
Some brave soldiers with advanced skills have already begun to push away the crowd and actively push up.
"Get out of my way, if you don't dare to come, I will!"
"Damn it, just cut off one head and you can turn over and get rid of your status as a pariah. There are not many good opportunities like this!"
A strong man nearly 1.8 meters tall, holding a hatchet, squeezed through the crowd and rushed towards Zhang Zhenhai in one stride.
"I'll take your head!"
With a loud roar, the strong man jumped up in the air, used all his strength, swung the short-handled ax and hit Zhang Zhenhai on the head.
Looking at the burly man coming towards him, Zhang Zhenhai's eyes were full of contempt.
"Trash, you can't even use an axe, you're looking for death!"
The short-handled ax is extremely effective in both armor-piercing and melee combat, but the premise is that it can get close. Only when the two sides are crowded together and unable to separate, the short-handled ax can play its due role, but in the face of To charge directly at a veteran general who was several meters away and holding a rifle was an act of seeking death.
Zhang Zhenhai just took a step back, took advantage of the strong man's unsteady footing, sent his step forward, and stabbed the strong man's chest cleanly, then pulled it out, ignored the strong man, and started stabbing him. The rest of the enemy forces.
The strong man clutched his bleeding chest and fell to the ground, his eyes wide open. He didn't understand how he was knocked down with just one move...
As the blood continued to gush out, the strong man turned pale with shock and lost all fighting spirit in an instant.
As everyone knows...
When attacked by a bubo, only splitting the head or severing the cervical vertebrae can cause quick-kill damage. But for any veteran, even if his chest is pierced by Bu Shu, he can still rely on his last breath to trade with the opponent's limit.
Unfortunately, the field soldiers are the field soldiers. Once injured, they immediately lose their will to fight.
Before the strong man could bleed to death, he was trampled to death by his comrades rushing up from behind.
There is nothing fancy about Zhang Zhenhai's moves. They are all the most practical, concise and capable assassinations. Look for the right opportunity, poke out, and withdraw.
From the beginning of the war to now, only tea time has passed, and more than a dozen soldiers have died in front of Zhang Zhenhai.
This is the difference between elite generals and ordinary field soldiers. As long as they are not besieged, they will die as many as they come.
Some smart field soldiers had already reacted, and five or six people rushed up together, preparing to rely on their numerical advantage to hack the old master to death. Unfortunately, Zhang Zhenhai was not alone. He was also protected by Tianji Camp guards and Anwu guards on both sides. , there are also dark guard archers ambushing on the roofs on both sides.
Anyone who dares to sneak attack Zhang Zhenhai will either be killed by the guards from the Tianji Battalion behind him or be shot to death by the archers.
In this narrow village entrance, there were nearly a thousand people, but they couldn't break through Zhang Zhenhai's defense line of more than a dozen people.
"You alone want to take the head of the Marquis of Qin and become famous? What a dream!"
"You can come on now!"
Faced with Zhang Zhenhai, who was blocking the killing god and the Buddha blocking the way, the frontline soldiers became more and more frightened. They didn't understand why the opponent could unleash such terrifying combat power with only a few people. The casualty ratio was not proportional at all.
Dozens of people died on his side, but no one on Zhang Zhenhai's side was injured or killed. This... this is simply unbelievable!
Lu Li, who was at the rear of the battlefield, also received the news.
The deputy general of the garrison reported in a deep voice: "Zhuguo, there are heavy casualties in the front, and we are unable to break through the defense line. If we continue to fight, I am afraid that our morale will collapse."
Hearing this, Lu Li's expression did not change at all, and he said disapprovingly: "These soldiers are all field soldiers who have been stationed in the hinterland for a long time. They lack war experience and morale. Facing Qin Feng's command who relies on the advantage of the terrain, they are naturally like moths to the flames. .”
"Every entrance to the village is guarded by Qin Feng's people. The entrance is narrow and the contact area between the two parties is too small, so it is difficult to take advantage of the numerical advantage."
"But...it doesn't matter."
"Even if all of Qin Feng's men are veterans and generals, they are just flesh and blood. It won't take long before they are exhausted. It is only a matter of time before they are consumed by the sea of people."
"And the archers in the village will soon run out of arrows. Without the cover of bows and arrows, the infantry below will die faster."
"In less than a moment of burning incense, the situation of the war will be reversed."
After hearing this, the deputy general of the garrison calmed down a little, but the casualties in the front still made him worried and even a little awed.
"The opponent only has a hundred people. Facing the attack of thousands of people, they actually become more and more courageous as they fight. This morale is a bit too abnormal and it is simply incomprehensible."
Hearing the deputy general's doubts, Lu Li said sincerely: "The reason why Qin Feng's soldiers are invincible in battles and invincible in attacks is ultimately due to morale. At the beginning in Daqing Mountain, Qin Feng had only two to three hundred men under his command. , but he was able to hold off tens of thousands of encircling and suppressing troops, and finally escaped, which shows that the morale of his men is unshakable."
"But these factors are not important. Qin Feng will die tonight."
Lu Li was already sure of victory, and he didn't even need to send personal soldiers. The field soldiers alone could kill Qin Feng's elite.
Although the casualties were huge, Lu Li didn't care about anything as long as he could kill Qin Feng.
The benefits promised to the soldiers before were all illusions. Lu Li knew very well that after he killed Qin Feng, he would also be massacred by the Beidi King.
From the moment he took action, Lu Li had already held the belief that he would die.
The revenge of killing a son is irreconcilable. Even if his reputation is ruined and his family is destroyed, he cannot stop Lu Li's determination to take revenge.
Just then, good news came from the front.
"Zhuguo, the entrance to the village has been captured!"
Hearing this, Lu Li's eyes lit up and he asked the ordering soldier: "Can you kill the enemy general?"
The messenger hesitated for a while, but Lu Li did not ask any more questions. He knew very well that the word "capture" was just an exaggeration. It must be the archers who coordinated the defense and had exhausted their arrows. In order to reduce casualties, the enemy Will take the initiative to retreat to the village.
In this way, street fighting can be carried out on narrow village roads without the obstruction of private houses.
