In the midsummer afternoon, the sun was supposed to be shining brightly. Zhang Liang estimated that the time was between three and four o'clock, but the sun was completely covered by dark clouds, and there was only a trace of sunshine, like the hope of people struggling to survive. Shoot to the earth.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the northern sky, followed by a dull rumble of thunder. Zhang Liang rubbed his eyes and vaguely saw a giant as the lightning flashed across. The giant has no hands and no head, just like Xing Tian. Coming slowly south.
There were several more flashes of lightning. As the giant moved, Zhang Liang gradually saw clearly and said doubtfully: "What a big flag. I am so brave to raise the flag in this thunderstorm that I am not afraid of being struck by lightning..."
When Old Hutou saw that it was his own army, he gained some courage and said angrily: "That one is called a big banner, and it's a big flag."
"Old Hutou, look at what's written on that big scroll. I really can't see clearly next to the word "He" on the left and the right."
The old bearded man chuckled and said, "Don't say you can see clearly, I don't know you either." Zhang Liang turned his head and looked at Uncle Cheap. The cheap uncle even scratched his head in embarrassment.
Suddenly there was a loud sound of horns on the city, followed by bursts of drums. Zhang Liang suddenly felt that the earth was shaking. Cavalry? The infantry under the big banner began to move intensively.
First, one row ran past and stood still, and then the next row stood behind the first row until it formed a square formation.
There were swordsmen and shields in the front, archers at the back, crossbowmen again and finally swordsmen. Zhang Liang couldn't help but sigh that this team was well-trained and could successfully set up the formation in a few minutes.
The only regret is that the shield and sword are a little short. How can you contend with the cavalry once you run out of arrows?
Zhang Liang remembered that in history, there were chief spears and barbarian spears in the Qin, Han, Wei, and Jin Dynasties, as well as Bu Chao and Ma Chao in the Tang Dynasty. Why did they all become short weapons in the Song Dynasty?
The chaotic sound of horse hooves came, and only Bai Shiqi came down the official road and walked around the formation, gathering towards the end of the formation. Soon a flag was raised and a large banner was written with the word "Yang" on it.
Yang family general? Zhang Liang touched his chin and thought. Then the ground trembled again. Thousands of horses galloped in the distance, heading straight towards the formation. Arrows in the array were shot out like locusts. Occasionally, someone was hit by an arrow and fell off his horse. Occasionally, a horse was hit by an arrow and fell down together with its rider.
What's amazing is that the crossbowmen actually finished shooting in one row, stepped back to cock the crossbows, and then stepped forward to shoot in another row. Damn, isn't this a three-stage attack? Did I travel to the Song Dynasty? Parallel universe, chaotic time and space?
Suddenly a cavalryman left the formation and came from behind.
Just when Zhang Liang was wondering whether the cavalry was a deserter, the cavalry group had reached ten steps before the formation, and Zhang Liang's heart was already very tense.
On the verge of shouting out Wallace's famous saying: "Hold!", the cavalry group also turned their horses and headed towards the two wings of the formation. At the same time, arrows flew from the cavalry and shot into the formation.
There was no sound of the cavalry neighing and roaring as the cavalry entered the battle. There were only arrows flying through the air, bringing out blood mist and curses wherever they landed. Soon enough, the cavalry passed by the formation, without encircling them, and galloped straight over Zhang Liang's side.
When Old Hutou saw this, he immediately mounted his mule and ran away. Zhang Liang pulled off Lao Hu's head and pushed him under the car.
He picked up the hand knife hanging on the carriage. He cut the rope on the shaft and slapped the mule. The mule ran south howling in fright.
Zhang Liang weighed the knife in his hand. I thought it was just a watermelon knife with a flat head, but I didn’t expect it to be quite substantial.
Zhang Liang looked back at the supply camp. In addition to most of them gathering under the city, there were also many running around. It seemed that everyone's fear of the cavalry trumped reason.
He exchanged a look with the cheap uncle and said, "Put the things you can use under the car." The two of them hurriedly threw the things under the car. It seemed like something hit Lao Hu on the head, causing him to scream.
Zhang Liang got under the car, blocked the gap with two shields, and peeked out. I saw that the cavalry group was not coming towards this side, but was also arrayed three or four hundred meters away from the formation. It's just that the cavalry formation is not as fast as the infantry formation.
Zhang Liang was a little panicked when he turned to the gap on the other side of the shield. He saw the cavalry that came out earlier followed by four or five cavalry running towards this side. From time to time, the cavalry behind would shoot a few arrows at the cavalry.
There was a rider among them who was different. He was dressed in red armor, and his fat horse was beating like a red flame. Just what the hell is that red party hat on his head?
The banging sound of the bowstring got closer and closer until there was a sound like a hammer hitting an iron felt, and the knight staggered off his horse.
In the dim light, one of the Mediterranean-style Japanese samurai's bright and shining head is particularly conspicuous. After completing the blow, he put away the Iron Bone Flower in his hand magnificently. At the same time, he turned his horse's head and blew a whistle before gathering with the brigade.
Zhang Liang looked at the main battlefield through another gap in the shield. The cavalry group had basically completed the formation and began to charge towards the formation again. Just like last time, a dozen steps in front of the formation began to separate and move towards the two wings of the formation. Zhang Liang sighed, hoping that there were enough arrows in the formation to survive until tomorrow.
Suddenly Zhang Liang felt his thighs tighten, and he saw Lao Hutou pulling Zhang Liang's pants and pouting towards the south. Zhang Liang hurriedly climbed over and looked toward the south. Two groups of infantry came slowly from the southeast of the city.
Uncle Jianyi also squeezed over and said excitedly: "The reinforcements are here. No need to run away." Zhang Liang remained silent and looked at Lao Hutou. Lao Hutou also looked at Zhang Liang. Zhang Liang said firmly: "Be prepared with both hands, I think we will lose." Then Zhang Liang began to pack up the necessary supplies.
First, he opened the armor bag, threw out the robe, and smacked his tongue while looking at the robe-like armor. He asked Lao Hutou for a short knife and cut off the leather ropes connecting the front and back of the armor one by one. Throw out the back armor. After looking at it, I still think it’s a bit long. Then he cut off the leather ropes connecting the armor pieces below the waist one by one.
The armor plates clattered down, and Lao Hutou squeezed over to take a look and immediately understood what Zhang Liang meant. He grabbed the half-armor and re-knotted and reinforced several key holes. Following the same example, Zhang Liang also cut off the buttons on both sides of the helmet, leaving only the riveted helmet.
Then Zhang Liang tied ropes to the two corners at the bottom of a sack. After loading the armor and grain, he tied the two ropes together at the mouth of the sack. The two ropes formed a triangle shape, just like the backpacks of later generations. Following the same pattern, another two packages were packed.
Suddenly, Tengpai fell down with a thud, and one of his arms weakly stretched out under the car. The cheap uncle hurriedly stepped forward and took a look, only to see the cavalryman crawling over from where he fell off his horse, leaving a long blood trail.
The cheap uncle used all his strength to pull the cavalry under the cart, and the car suddenly seemed more crowded.
I saw the knight, who was about the same age as Zhang Ming. His snow-white cheeks and pale lips had a trail of blood that was almost dry.
He said feebly: "Send the order, there are not many arrows in the army, the supply camp is heavy..." Uncle Cheapai leaned over and listened carefully but could not hear what was said.
Zhang Liang moved over and set up the shield again. Looking at the lifeless pupils, he put his hand over and felt for his pulse.
Sighing, he slightly closed the eyes of the deceased with his two fingers. This is the battlefield, and lives are lost every moment. If Zhang Liang cannot get out of this predicament, he may be the one who lies down and says his last words.
At this time, the ground began to tremble violently again. Zhang Liang looked against the shield and saw half of the cavalry group in the distance rushing towards Zhang Liang. It's impossible to detect many people if people and horses are intertwined.
Zhang Liang resisted the urge to run backwards, thinking of various ways to see if the cart would be kicked over by the horses, and whether there would be food and other materials in the cart that still weighed a lot. I'm afraid Zhang Liang and the others won't be able to hide when those people search the cart.
In their wild thoughts, the cavalry group turned around and galloped eastward when they were two hundred steps away from the cart. Upon seeing this, the soldiers from the two groups to the east also hurriedly changed their formations, but the change of formations was not as orderly as the troops from the north.
At this time, there was a clanging sound from the cart, and Old Hutou was so frightened that he hugged his head and huddled up. Zhang Liang was wondering about the arrow. I saw an egg-sized ice ball hitting the ground, bouncing and rolling into the car.
"Hail" I saw a burst of mist on the vast land, and the downpour mixed with hail fell crackling down. Suddenly, the battlefield in the distance seemed to be covered with a veil, becoming very far away.
