The soldiers hurriedly placed special short targets on the slide rails of the ballista. Compared with the short targets launched previously, these were thicker. The inside of the iron targets was filled with lead. Although the longest range was shorter, it still had a shorter range. A distance of about a hundred meters is enough to penetrate siege equipment such as long plates and shield carts.
"put!"
"put!"
With shouts, the shooter knocked the trigger, and the fiber bundle that had been twisted to the limit was suddenly released. The springing crossbow arm pulled the crossbow string with great force, and ejected the heavy target. Breaking through wooden boards, iron leaves, leather, muscles, and internal organs, the person behind the long sign was nailed to the ground. People screamed in horror and dropped the long sign, exposing the human body behind it. More arrows fell. Take away life.
Although people continued to fall, the Baekje people still rushed to the outer trench of the camp. They threw corpses, bundles of firewood, and everything they could find into the trench in an attempt to fill up the trench and open a road, while the rest of the people rushed towards the trench. The Tang army behind the wooden wall threw javelins and arrows to cover their working companions.
"Very good, let the third formation begin to move forward!" Sha Zha, Xiangru under the banner, was full of ambition. Although the process had some twists and turns, overall it was developing in the direction he expected. It was nothing more than a few more deaths, but it had nothing to do with it. Important details, anyway, his own team has not lost a single soldier.
"This is because I want to accomplish all my achievements in one battle!"
Wang Wenzuo observed the battle situation through the perforation hole, and arrows kept passing over his head. The Baekje people have filled in seven or eight passages in the outer trench. The soldiers stepped on the bundles of firewood and the corpses of their companions and entered the open space between the two trenches. Now there was only an inner trench between them and the barrier, and the crowd It's like the flood is hitting the dam, and it's only a matter of time before it breaks through.
"Dharma Monk, let the multi-faceted fort open the side firing holes and shoot at the enemies in front of the inner trench!"
"yes!"
If viewed from a high altitude, the Tang Army's camp was an irregular polyhedron with five protrusions. Each protrusion was two to three meters higher than an ordinary barrier. Wang Wenzuo called it a multi-faceted fort, which was deployed on The ballistae in the multi-faceted fort can deliver fatal side fire to the open space between the inner trench and the outer trench. After the Baekje people crossed the outer trench, they crowded into the narrow open space between the inner trench and the outer trench, like a group of ants on a hot pot. No one noticed that several perforations on the side of the multi-faceted fort were opened.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the crossbow arm struck the cowhide-covered bracket vigorously. Yuan Fei turned the handle hard to wind up the crossbow. Even through the thick wooden wall, he could hear the screams, heavy The short mark penetrated shields and armor, nailing people to the ground. The Baekje people crowded and pushed each other, trying to escape from the carefully set trap, but only a few were able to succeed. More people were squeezed into the trench and were killed. Bamboo sticks and sharp wooden stakes were pierced through the legs, and then they were trampled by their companions. The tenacity of life turned into a kind of torture here. The faint moans coming from under the corpse made people shudder.
Sha Zha Xiangru's face was livid, and he could clearly see that the Baekje people were retreating. Even though the general had killed several retreating soldiers, he could not stop them - obviously, those guys were scared crazy. Not only can such people not be able to fight, but they will also contaminate fear, causing a lot of harm but no benefit.
"Since they are not brave enough, then I have to help them!" Sha Zha Xiangru's voice was hoarse: "Let the cavalry come forward and kill those scared trash!"
The drums sounded, and the Baekje cavalry, which had been hidden in the bushes, finally appeared. Like the ominous wings of a crow, they flew across the battlefield, skillfully harvesting lives - but the target was not the Tang people but their own compatriots. The broken soldiers howled, cursed and wailed, turned around and launched another desperate attack on the camp, but this was in vain - most of the people dispersed before they even rushed through the outer trench. They dropped their weapons and charged towards the camp. They fled into the dense forest not far away, and the Tang army didn't even bother to shoot at these deserters.
The Baekje people's first attack ended much earlier than expected - less than an hour and a half after the horn sounded, at least a thousand Baekje people were killed, and at least twice that number were injured or fled. Crows circled over the battlefield, making croaking calls. Compared to the crowds on both sides, they were the happiest.
"Goro! I have an idea!" Wang Wenzuo walked down the watchtower: "It can weaken the combat power of many Baekje people!"
"That's great, tell me quickly!" Liu An showed excitement.
"Send an envoy to tell the Baekje people to cease fighting for half an hour, so that both sides can clean the battlefield and carry away the corpses and wounded. During this period, they are not allowed to attack each other!"
Liu An showed a puzzled look, and then showed a knowing smile: "I understand, Sanlang, do you want to lure the enemy over and then kill him with a ballista? This is really a good strategy-"
"No, no, no! This is not a trick, it's real!"
"Really?" Liu An was stunned: "Sanlang, are you kidding me? They are all on the battlefield. Doesn't this give those Baekje dogs an advantage?"
"While they are picking up the wounded, we can pick up the arrows and spears that were fired, and throw the corpses out of the trench!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "And the wounded carried back will not increase the enemy's strength. Instead, it needs someone to take care of it, and the moans and corpse odor can also damage morale!"
"Not bad!" Liu An laughed, then frowned: "What if the Baekje people refuse?"
"Then we don't have any losses. Besides, how can the Baekje general refuse to take in his own wounded and corpses?"
"That's true, Sanlang, you are always like this, giving an irresistible suggestion!" Liu An stroked his beard: "Then who should we send?"
Wang Wenzuo didn't answer. His eyes swept over the others and finally landed on Sancho: "Sancho, yes, it's you, come here!"
The sharp razor scraped across the scalp, and strands of hair fell off, revealing the green scalp. Wang Wenzuo stood aside and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Sancho, I didn't expect that you are quite close to Buddha!"
"Master!" Sancho's lips trembled slightly: "You asked me to disguise myself as a monk, but I don't understand anything!"
"I'll teach you this!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "It's very simple. No matter what the other party asks you, just add 'Amitabha' or 'My Buddha is compassionate' at the beginning. No one will know what you did in the past! Okay. Come on, stop talking nonsense, get some water, wash his head clean, and change his clothes!"
"You bastard deserter, you damn coward!" Sha Zha Xiangru dropped his whip, his face covered with blood like a ghost: "Bring me something to drink!" A guard handed over a cup, and he only took a sip. He spit it out and smashed the cup on the unfortunate guy's face: "Water? Fuck your water, bring me some wine!"
