Two days later.
Wang Wenzuo was awakened by the sound of an axe.
It was already dawn, and the morning light shone on his face, which was a bit dazzling. Wang Wenzuo raised his head to block the sun and began to carefully observe the enemy's camp - the Baekje camp was spread out along the forest. From the watchtower, you could clearly see the smoke column rising from the campfire. Breakfast was being made, and the tents were Like mushrooms after the rain, there are people everywhere, polishing weapons, wearing armor, and making siege equipment. Of course, Wang Wenzuo knew that there were many more enemies than he saw, and the forest blocked his view.
"What a pity, it's been snowing these two days!" Liu An's voice came from behind, a little hoarse.
"Yes, otherwise we can attack with fire!" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "But you have to try, at least you can prevent them from sleeping well!"
Liu An walked to the railing and stared for a while: "Sanlang, how many people do you think there are?"
"We saw at least five thousand people alone. No one knows how many there are in the woods! After the prisoners were sent up, what was the response in the city?"
"Let us wait and wait, no more!" Liu An spat and laughed: "Fortunately, you are here, otherwise we might not be able to see the sun tomorrow!"
Yesterday, Yuan Fei and three companions captured a prisoner. From his mouth, they learned that Fuyu Fengzhang returned to Baekje with 50,000 Japanese soldiers. He called himself Ah Heng, and appointed Hei Te Changzhi and Sha Zha Xiangru as front commanders. Onimuro Fukunobu is the general on the left, and Dao Chen is the general on the right. They claim to have an army of 200,000 to recapture the old capital.
"This army of 200,000 must have enough water!" Liu An whispered: "But as soon as Fuyu Fengzhang comes back, the Baekje people will have a leader, and the situation will be different, not to mention that there will be Japanese successors. Saburo, what do you think—"
Woohoo!
The sound of the horn interrupted Liu An's words, and the two of them turned their eyes to the enemy's camp. Because they were located high up and the weather was clear, they could clearly see the Baekje flag being slowly raised. It was obvious that the enemy general was preparing to do something. What, there's not much time left for them.
"When the porridge is hot, pass it out quickly, and there are also rice balls, so everyone can eat quickly, so that they can fight when they are full!"
Even though he had a poor appetite, Wang Wenzuo still stuffed his stomach full. There were only 800 people on Erzagang, and the Baekje people had unlimited human resources. They would definitely continue to invest new troops to consume the defenders. No one knew what the next meal would be. You can eat it when the time comes.
"Start the attack!" Sha Zha Xiangru waved his whip, looking a little bored. He didn't pay much attention to the small camp on Erzagang - although the geographical location was very important, the size of the camp was There will be no more than a thousand guardsmen. Although it cannot be surrounded on all sides, it can be captured before dark tomorrow at the latest. After all, the Tang army did not set fire to the forest, leaving him with enough wood to build various equipment needed to attack the city.
With the rhythmic drumming, the Baekje people's leading group began to move forward slowly - they were all miscellaneous troops, farmers holding wicker shields, rusty swords and scythes, and small landowners riding horseback horses. , undisciplined bandits, and half-grown children and old people collected temporarily, only a handful of them are wearing armor, and everyone is carrying earth bags and bundles of firewood. The main responsibility of these people is to consume the enemy's arrows and strength. Fill in the trenches and pave the way for the large army behind. Sha Zha Xiangru made a fuss and turned his gaze to the east gate of Sixian City in the distance - that was the trophy worthy of him.
"It seems that the crows don't have to worry about lunch!" Shen Faseng murmured to himself, saying what Wang Wenzuo didn't say. He couldn't help but nodded secretly. It was obvious that the enemy wanted to fight a war of attrition. He turned back to Shen Faseng and said: "Let these Guys, get closer and fire, they are no threat! The scorpions are aimed at the enemy's rear team, those are soldiers, these are just scum!"
Dong dong dong dong, the drum sound became thicker, and the second formation of the Baekje people also began to move forward. With the rhythmic drum sound, they spread over the fields and hillsides, hiding behind the barriers of spears and large shields. , marching forward in unison, obviously, this is the real army of the Baekje people.
Although he was no longer a rookie on the battlefield, Wang Wenzuo still felt something seeping into his skin, causing his fingers to twitch slightly. The enemy leaders on horseback were wearing iron armor, and the sun shone on their armor leaves, reflecting cold light. Beside them, flags were held high, and he could see the flags fluttering in the wind. Each of these strange totems should represent the families of these noble chiefs of Baekje.
"Damn it, look at how many people there are, they all want us dead!" Wang Wenzuo thought to himself, he drew his sword and whispered to Master Shen behind him: "Blow the trumpet!"
woo woo woo woo--!
The trumpet of the Tang Army sounded, low and melodious, like a bone-piercing cold wind. Along with the sound of the trumpet, there are rows of arrows flying off the string. The Baekje people's front line was like a wheat field swept by a sickle, with countless groups falling down. Many people fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, and their shouts turned into howls. At this time, the second wave of attacks had fallen from the sky, and the archers put the third arrow on the bowstring. Those who were alive dropped their bundles of firewood and weapons, turned and fled backwards.
Compared with arrows, the movement of ballistae shooting is much smaller, but the impact is not small. Standing on the watchtower, Wang Wenzuo can clearly see the knight at the front of the Baekje second formation flying off the horse. Then it fell to the ground, and the formation behind it suddenly became chaotic, followed by the second one, and then the third one, as if there was an invisible giant swinging a hammer and slamming down, and the Baekje formation was scattered.
"Bastard, haven't I already said that all the scum who dare to attack the rear array will be beheaded?" Sha Zha Xiangru roared angrily. Because he was in the rear array, he could not fully see the situation in front of him, thinking that it was The miscellaneous troops in the front line who were defeated by the arrow rain disrupted the formation of the second line. The defeat of those miscellaneous troops was completely expected by him, but the confusion of the secondary formation made him furious.
"Drumming, drumming faster, let the second formation attack!"
The sound of the drums became rapid and intense, like a rain of falling arrows. Although many leaders were shot and killed, the Baekje people still accelerated their advance under the urging of the drums. They passed through the corpses on the ground and rushed towards the camp holding heavy long signs. Arrows rained down, splashing with blood.
"The scorpions have all been replaced with heavy cards, aiming for the long cards!" Shen Faseng shouted loudly.
