Chisong Dezan said with a bitter face: "So, we in Tibet have no way to retreat?"
"Yes, Tubo has no way to retreat. We can only grit our teeth and charge forward, maybe we can still fight a bloody path." Shang Jiexi nodded, then turned around and shouted, "Send my order, the infantry will be in full force Attack!"
The next moment, the Tibetan army's main formation once again sounded the passionate drums and horns.
At this time, several infantry formations of the Tibetan army had followed the heavy cavalry and advanced to a distance of about 400 steps from the Tibetan civilian army, which was almost the range of a crossbow.
This is also the distance before the infantry attacks.
To apply current terminology, this distance is called attack distance.
The current location of the Tubo infantry is called the attack position.
After hearing the trumpets and war drums of the Tibetan army's main formation, the several infantry formations that had stopped immediately moved forward again with neat steps.
The Tubo army not only had a powerful cavalry, but also an even stronger infantry.
The heavy armored infantry, who are covered in chainmail or iron armor and armed with Tang Hengdao, Guduo or Nibolu Scimitar, can be said to be the elite infantry in the world second only to the Anxi Iron Army.
"For Tubo! For the Living Buddha! For Zanpu!"
Amid uniform slogans, tens of thousands of Tibetan infantrymen walked forward slowly and uniformly. The sword and shield soldiers walking in the front row rhythmically slapped their shields with various steel swords.
This sense of oppression is actually very strong, but it is no longer enough to scare the Tibetan civilian army on the opposite side.
The Tibetan army on the opposite side could even withstand the charge of heavy cavalry, let alone the charge of infantry.
Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of trumpets, footsteps and the impact of steel swords hitting shields, the distance between the Tibetan infantry and the Tibetan civilian army was getting closer and closer, and soon they were within 200 steps.
This distance has already entered the range of the Tubo wood single crossbow.
The Tibetan infantry army, like the Tang army, was equipped with a large number of individual crossbows, and wooden single crossbows were the most popular. The wooden single crossbow had a range of about 160 steps, but the range of the Zhangzhang crossbow could reach 230 steps.
The Tubo generals who had rich experience in battle formations quickly estimated the approximate distance and immediately issued orders. The archers who followed the sword, shield and spear soldiers stopped one after another, and then followed the officer's order. Next, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, pointing the arrow diagonally at a forty-five-degree angle into the void ahead.
"Fire the arrow!" Following the officer's command, tens of thousands of Tibetan army crossbowmen fired their crossbows one after another.
The next moment, tens of thousands of light arrows flew into the air with a harsh low whistle, intertwined into a rain of arrows in the air, and finally shot down overwhelmingly towards the phalanx of the Tibetan civilian army.
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Seeing this scene, Li Siye, Li Zuoguo, Cen Shen, Cui He and Lu Wen and other Tang army generals were aroused. The more than 300,000 Tubo civilian troops in the field withstood the charge of the Tubo heavy cavalry, but they didn't know what was happening. Whether they can withstand the attack of arrows from the Tubo crossbowmen is undoubtedly a more severe test than the heavy cavalry attack just now.
Because the impact of the heavy cavalry only tested the civilian troops in the first few rows.
As long as the first few rows of militiamen can withstand the pressure, the army will not collapse.
But the arrow rain attack tested all the more than 300,000 Tibetan civilian troops.
As long as a small part of the Tibetan civilian army failed to withstand the pressure and turned around and fled, the entire phalanx would collapse. Then the defeat of one phalanx would collapse all six phalanxes, and the army would be defeated like a mountain.
Therefore, this is a more severe test than the heavy riding impact just now.
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The roar of the Yala Xiangbo mountain god rose into the sky.
"Stand up your shield! Stand up your shield! Stand up your shield! Stand up your shield!"
With the roar of the mountain god, hundreds of thousands of Tubo soldiers, including Lan Lin, raised their shields. Although these shields were just simple wooden shields, and some were even damaged, the shields were still shields after all. , in an instant, hundreds of thousands of shields formed a tight shield wall above the heads of the Tibetan civilian army.
"Tuk-tuk! Tuk-tuk!" With the muffled sound of a sharp blade penetrating the wooden board, Lan Lin felt his left arm sink slightly, and then a sharp arrow appeared in front of him through the wooden board.
With just a hair's breadth, the arrow penetrated his head.
Wang Mu was stunned for a moment, then grinned at Lan Lin.
Lan Lin also smiled at his son, thinking that father and son were very lucky.
However, other Tibetan civilian armies did not have such good luck.
As the arrows rained down, continuous wailing suddenly sounded from the Tubo civilian army formation.
The Tibetan militiamen who were not carrying shields and even those who were holding shields fell to the ground after being hit by arrows.
Just a wave of arrows struck, and at least several thousand Tibetan soldiers fell into a pool of blood.
Lan Lin did not dare to be careless and quickly raised the shield in his hand higher to avoid being hit by the arrow.
"Tuk-tuk! Tuk-tuk!" The Tubo army's arrows fell one after another, and the Tubo civilian army fell into a pool of blood one after another. Wails, screams and curses were intertwined in an instant. one slice.
However, the Tubo People's Army did not collapse. They still took everything.
When the crossbowmen of the Tibetan infantry fired the last wave of arrows, the Tubo civilian army found that no more arrows fell, and they all removed the shields protecting their heads and roared loudly at the Tibetan army.
"Long live! Long live the descendants of Tang Yu! Long live the Yala Xiangbo Mountain God!"
Lan Lin and Wang Mu and his son also waved their weapons and roared in confusion.
Wangmu roared so hard that his face turned red and his voice almost became hoarse. He had never been as excited as at this moment. Something seemed to be awakening from his soul.
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"These despicable slaves! They deserve death!"
Seeing the roaring Tubo militia, Zhong Bajie, Shang Jiexi and other Tubo nobles had their teeth almost broken. They really wanted to tear the slaves on the opposite side into pieces.
It depends on how long you can be arrogant?
When the heavy armored infantry comes to you, let's see how arrogant you can be?
The heavily armored infantry wearing chainmail or iron armor and holding Tang Hengdao, Tuboguduo or Nibala Scimitar will let you know that the rebellious slaves will never end well.
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At this time, in front of the two armies, the roar of the mountain god Yala Xiangbo sounded again.
"Descendants of Tang Yu, brave believers of the Yala Xiangbo Mountain God, for the barley and wheat, for the farmland and pasture, for the cattle, sheep and livestock, for the parents, wives and children, for the equality of all beings, fight and kill!"
"Kill!" Lan Lin yelled, holding a knife and rushing towards the Tibetan infantry on the opposite side.
"Kill!" Wangmu screamed and rushed forward with his father holding a machete.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill..." More Tubo civilian troops roared and faced the Tibetan infantry.
At this time, looking down from a high altitude, it can be clearly seen that the six phalanxes totaled more than 300,000 Tibetan civilian troops. After continuous attacks by Tibetan heavy cavalry and Tibetan crossbowmen, about one-third were lost.
But the remaining Tibetan civilian army still has more than 200,000 people, occupying an absolute advantage.
More than 200,000 Tibetan militiamen surged forward like a tide, like a swarm of ants, and soon drowned the tens of thousands of Tibetan infantry who rushed over in the sea of foreigners.
This fight lasted extremely long.
But from the scene, the trend can still be clearly seen.
Nearly 50,000 Tibetan infantry have been trapped in a tight siege and engaged in a bitter battle, with their numbers gradually decreasing.
Although the number of the Tibetan civilian army decreased more and faster, there was no sign of imminent defeat. Under the fierce attack of the Tibetan infantry, the Tibetan civilian army remained motionless.
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"How is it possible? This is impossible!"
Shang Jiexi and Shang Jiezan's eyes widened in surprise, unable to believe what they saw in front of them.
These lowly slaves, who usually only dare to crawl on the ground and wag their tails to beg for mercy when they see nobles, have become so brave? How could they actually compete with the most heroic Guimoto?
Zhong Bajie, Chisong Dezan and all the nobles accompanying the army were stunned.
Such slaves are no longer the slaves they are familiar with.
The slaves they were familiar with were those who praised the noble master even after being beaten, those who had their hands and feet cut off but still offered their wives and daughters to beg their master for forgiveness, those who huddled in the sheepfold in the cold wind and froze to death without daring to complain. A lowly slave, a foolish believer who wants to donate his last remaining meager wealth to the temple before he dies...
But now, these cheap slaves have all changed their gender.
They became less docile and more bloodthirsty and warlike.
Not even the bravest Guimoto can do anything to them!
