"Very good, let He Bayong lead the cavalry to retreat to the rear of the chariot formation first. He is the cavalry commander!" Wang Wenzuo raised his arm so that Sancho could put on the breastplate for him, and said loudly: "You Go and command the troops, Gu Cihang has all the scorpions ready, don’t fire without my order!"
"Yes!" Master Shen responded, whipped his mount sharply, turned the horse's head and ran backwards, splashing dust into Wang Wenzuo's face.
"This bastard is still the same!"
"Don't worry, Sir, you already let the cart occupy the high ground last night!" Sancho said with a smile while helping Wang Wenzuo put on his skirt and armor: "We have scorpions, they will hit their faces with blood!"
"Just blood?" Wang Wenzuo hung the saber on his waist and sneered: "I will smash their brains out, Sancho, you stay with me today and be my messenger!"
When Wang Wenzuo finished dressing up, the morning sun rose from the horizon, and red fingers stretched out from the east. The sky to the west is deep purple with a few stars. This is not the first time he has seen the sunrise, but he wonders if it will be the last time he sees it in his life! Wang Wenzuo thought to himself that maybe he would never be able to face life and death with a smile like a real warrior, but at least he could hide his fear deep in his heart.
The sound of a horn sounded in the distance, a low and mournful sound that made one's soul shudder. It was the response of the Baekje people. Under the urging of the officers, the Tang army walked into their ranks in an orderly manner. The carts were connected into a circular formation, and the void in the middle was filled with long cards and antlers. The inner baffles of the carts were lowered, and a The "Scorpion" was pushed onto the cart, and the metal parts on it shone coldly in the morning light.
Wang Wenzuo jumped on his horse and scanned the battlefield. The sunny days for several consecutive days had caused most of the snow on the ground to melt away, leaving only a little residual snow. You can clearly see that the land around the hill is rugged, and the west side is slippery and muddy, with a gentle uphill slope, extending to the road heading north. The east side is rocky and broken terrain. There are some trees dotting the hills, but most of the trees here have been cut down and turned into farmland; only the land on the south side is relatively gentle. This terrain is actually more favorable to the Baekje people, because after losing the capital's arsenal and racecourse, the quality of the cavalry of the Fuguo Army was far inferior to that of the Tang Army. The few battles they won were won in valleys and hilly areas that were not conducive to cavalry galloping. of.
With the rumbling drums, the Baekje people have appeared. They emerged from the top of the hills all over the mountains and plains, like molten lava, hiding behind the barriers composed of spears and shields, advancing to the rhythm of the drums.
"Damn it, the number of enemies must be more than 3,000!" Wang Wenzuo cursed in his heart. The leader of the Baekje people rode an armored war horse, surrounded by their tribesmen, with their family flags held high at the head of the flag. They are the soldiers of the brigade. The white flag symbolizing the king of Baekje can be seen everywhere. Where is the enemy's general? Wang Wenzuo searched hard but found nothing.
The forward of the Baekje people had already entered the Scorpion's range, but the Tang army did not open fire. According to Wang Wenzuo's instructions in advance: put the enemy closer and then fire. Firstly, they can hit more accurately, and secondly, they can also let the Baekje people The Scorpion's true range is unknown. But at this time, Wang Wenzuo felt a little guilty. The number of enemies seemed to be too many.
The bugle sounded in the Nationalist Army formation, and the Baekje people stopped. They were like a giant slime, slowly spreading out, surrounding the hill from the east, west, and north. Wang Wenzuo roughly estimated After a while, the number of enemies should be between 4,500 and 6,000. No more delay! he told himself.
"Sancho, order Scorpion to open fire and target the areas with many rebel flags!"
Hei Te Changzhi looked coldly at the Tang Army's chariot formation on the mound. In his opinion, this was not a big problem. After all, the mound was only about a hundred meters high and not steep, and the number of his own troops was at least If there are four times the number of enemies and one is missing, the battle should be over before lunch. He was about to give the order to blow the trumpet to attack. The flag officer not far away on the left suddenly fell off his horse, and the flag also fell down, causing a commotion.
"You idiot, raise the flag quickly!" Hei Te Changzhi was furious. On the battlefield, the three armies only followed the flag. Since ancient times, there have been countless battles where the three armies were defeated because of the flag falling. Fortunately, the war has not started yet.
"General, look!"
Hei Te Changzhi shuddered and saw that the flag officer was dead with a three-foot short stick pierced through his chest. Could it be that it was shot by the Tang Army? But this place is at least two hundred steps away from the car array! Could it be that they encountered the kind of powerful crossbows used by the Tang army under Sixi City again? Black Tooth Changzhi shuddered as he heard the short spear that was deeply embedded in the tree trunk.
Hurry——!
With a shrill neigh, Black Teeth Changzhi quickly turned around and saw a soldier not far away falling from his horse to the ground. His mount was penetrated by a short mark through the horse's belly and fell to the ground, neighing in pain. With.
"Idiot, kill the horse quickly!" Hei Te Changzhi cursed loudly with a livid face. The soldier drew his sword and stood beside the horse with tears streaming down his face, but for a moment he couldn't make a move. The bystanders quickly drew their swords and cut the horse's neck, and that was the end of the matter.
In the Tang Army's vehicle formation, the crossbow gunner turned the crank handle, the mechanism and ratchet teeth made a crisp collision sound, and from time to time there was the dull sound of pulling the trigger. The modified torsion ballista has automatic loading and winding functions. The operator only needs to continuously put the throwing spear into the rectangular arrow slot, and at the same time the other person keeps turning the rocker, and the machine can continuously automatically wind the ballistae. Whenever the winding is completed, the mechanism at the bottom of the arrow trough will automatically open, allowing the short spear to fall into the slide rail. There is no need to manually load each time. The firing speed can be increased to seven to eight rounds per minute, and its firing speed is no less than Yu single soldier made a crossbow.
"This, this is simply cutting wheat!" This was the first time He Bayong saw the improved ballistae. He saw the Baekje people falling in rows two hundred steps away under the condescending crossbow fire. , like wheat under a sickle, shields and armor are meaningless in front of this kind of machine. The attacked Baekje army has begun to retreat backwards in a chaotic formation, and the rhythmic sound of parts colliding with the machine can be heard in the ears. The sound formed a sharp contrast.
"Adjust and attack the enemies in the rear!" Gu Cihang's voice was high-pitched. He was already a little too excited. Of course he knew the power of the scorpion, but it was beyond his imagination to have such an effect. The ancients said that "a soldier can kill without blood" is just an exaggeration. Words, but today the Tang army is very likely to be able to defeat an enemy three times their size without a trace of blood on their swords and spears.
