The Baekje people began to advance slowly. The first ones were crude armors - mainly crude wooden rafts. The Baekje people tilted them on their heads. They were wide enough to cover five people. This thing looked bulky. Unbearable, but strong enough to withstand arrows. The Baekje people stopped when they moved it to a distance of about forty or fifty steps, and let their archers hide behind and shoot arrows from the gap. Wang Wenzuo ordered to fire rockets back, but the Baekje people soon covered them with wet animal skins, and no amount of rockets would help.
"Let me take people out for a killing spree!" Han Changlue said in a low voice.
"Are you so anxious to die?" Wang Wenzuo sneered.
"Don't worry, the barbarians have been lifting the raft for a while, and that thing is quite heavy! I guess their arms are so sore now that they can hardly lift it!"
"Who told you that barbarians only have so many people? If it were me, I would hide the elites in the woods and wait for you to come out! Go to the back and feed the horses again. There will be plenty later for you to use your strength!"
Han Chang glanced at Wang Wenzuo briefly and said in a low voice: "But if we continue shooting like this, we won't be able to defeat those barbarians, there are so many of them!"
"You don't need to worry about this. These guys will definitely not have as many arrows as we do when they start a temporary attack!"
boom!
With a muffled sound, Wang Wenzuo felt some hot liquid on his face. He subconsciously reached out and touched it. It was full of thick and warm blood. When he lowered his head, he saw that Han Changlue had fallen to the ground with blood. Bleeded all over the floor.
"Chang Lue, Chang Lue!" Wang Wenzuo hurriedly helped Han Chang Lue up from the ground. Only then did he find that a large piece of the temple on the right side of the opponent's skull was deeply dented. Blood and brain matter were flowing out from the wound. He was half bald. The brain is like a rotten tomato.
"Sancho, come here quickly and carry him to the back!" Wang Wenzuo shouted loudly. He just took a step, his foot slipped and he almost fell. When he looked down, he found that he had stepped on a pebble stained with blood.
"Oops, the barbarians used slings?" Wang Wenzuo's heart thumped. He originally expected that although the Baekje rebels had many people, they would never have many arrows. Making arrows requires a variety of materials such as bird feathers, wooden poles (or bamboo poles), iron, and glue, as well as many specialized craftsmen. In wars in the Cold Weapon Age, it was common for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of feathered arrows to be fired after a battle. All countries stored large quantities of arrows and various materials in their arsenals for military use. For example, after Su Dingfang conquered Baekje, he found thousands of iron armors, millions of feathered arrows, tens of thousands of horned bows, and countless other military supplies in the arsenal in Sixian City. Obviously, it is not only supplying the defenders of Sixi City, but also the army of Baekje.
This time there are rebels everywhere, and they may be able to cut down trees into soldiers in a hurry, but there will definitely not be too many consumables like arrows, which is why he suggested holding on to the camp. But what I didn't expect was that although the rebels were short of arrows, they used slings instead. Although this thing cannot be compared with bows and arrows in terms of accuracy, it is very powerful. Even if they are wearing iron armor and helmets, they can't bear a hit on the head. Moreover, there are as many pebbles as there are on the river beach, so there is no risk of "lack of ammunition".
boom! boom! boom!
The muffled sound of stone bullets hitting the human body and the soil continued to sound, and screams came one after another. The soldiers leaned down, raised their shields, and looked around in panic, looking for the officers. If the army is a flock of sheep, the officers are the leaders. .
"Quick, drag the tent over and put up the curtain!" Wang Wenzuo shouted out in a hurry. He directed a few soldiers to run to the nearest tent, quickly cut a large piece of curtain, erected a few wooden poles, and hung them down. The tarpaulin formed a large curtain, and the flying stone bullets hit the curtain, making a banging sound, and then slipped harmlessly, unable to hurt the soldiers hiding behind. Seeing this example, the soldiers of the Tang Army cheered and followed suit one after another. Sections of curtains were soon erected behind the fence, and the stone bullets thrown by the Baekje people could no longer hurt the defenders.
"Fire rockets!"
Hei Te Changzhi's voice was loud and deep, enough for people around him to hear clearly even on the noisy battlefield. He soon discovered that the commander of the Tang Army had expected it - the guards poured buckets of water on them. On the raised curtain, the rockets fired by the Baekje people were quickly extinguished.
"Push that thing up, hurry up!" Wang Wenzuo turned his head and shouted loudly. He originally planned to save this card until the end, but now it seems that he may not be able to hold it for that long - the leader of the Baekje people is probably not an ordinary person. , if he is allowed to keep going like this, his head will be hung on the flagpole before dark.
The military slaves pushed a strange machine in front of the fence - it looked like an overturned two-wheeled vehicle. The military slaves turned the wheels hard, making a tooth-piercing squeaking sound. When the rotation reached the point where they could no longer continue At that time, Wang Wenzuo used an iron rod to block the axle and fix it. Then insert a short spear into the wooden groove, and tie the end of the spear into the groove with a leather rope connecting the two wheels. Then carefully align the wooden slot with the nearest wooden raft. After confirming that the aim was completed, he nodded to the house slave on the side. Sancho, who had been waiting for a long time, swung the wooden hammer to knock open the iron rod. The wheel that lost its lock suddenly turned, and the short spear flew out quickly, passing over the target, and struck hard. It was stuck in a big tree about a hundred steps away, and almost one-third of it was submerged in the trunk of the tree.
"Damn, it's too high! Remove a pad and lower it! Wind it up again!" Wang Wenzuo shouted. Following his order, the military slaves quickly got busy and soon loaded it for the second time. This time, there was no miss. The short spear penetrated the thick wooden raft covered with animal skins, and nailed the two people behind with the wooden raft to the ground. The screams of the dying men echoed in the sky above the battlefield, causing the attackers to panic. It's timid, but it boosts the morale of the defenders.
"Is it a bed crossbow?" Hei Te Changzhi looked solemnly at the short spear inserted deeply into the tree trunk. He grabbed the spear shaft and pulled it out hard, but it did not come out.
"It must be a bed crossbow used to defend the city!" Sha Zha Xiangru said coldly: "Changzhi, I'm afraid even the arrows you shot are not so powerful, right?"
"Yes!" Hei Te Changzhi nodded. He and Guan were famous in Baekje for their prowess and good shooting. He could fire two stone bows, but the short spear that penetrated one third of the wood was already beyond the reach of human power.
"If this is the case, it will be troublesome!" Sha Zha Xiangru lowered his voice three times subconsciously, as if he was afraid that others would hear him: "It's really strange. This group of Tang troops are obviously going to rescue Zhenxian City. What's the bed crossbow for? Don't they think it's a burden?"
