After shooting two rounds of arrows, the Mohe people's shield wall began to move forward. He Bayong struggled to stand up. His soldiers gave him their mounts and shouted: "Lang Jun, the barbarians are coming up." , please take a few steps back before making any plans!"
He Bayong saw long oak shields coming towards him like a wall. Behind the shield wall were spears, iron axes and knives. Cold light shone out, thirsting for blood. He quickly turned the horse's head and retreated while pulling. The bows fired arrows at the Mohe people. The knights of the Tang army who then poured into the village also saw this and hurriedly dispersed to the two wings, retreating to the side and rear of their own troops, giving way to the crossbowmen behind them.
"Raise your shield, raise your shield!" Qi Si Biyu roared like thunder. With his innate intuition, he realized that he had fallen into a trap - these strange enemies were definitely not Silla people. The Luo people did not have such a terrifying repeating crossbow. If he closed his eyes, he would definitely think that there were three to four hundred crossbowmen on the opposite side. The muffled sound of the arrows hitting the long shield was dense and dense. The Mohe people hurriedly curled up. Move closer to each other and raise their shields above their heads to avoid being hit by arrows.
"Give me the flag!" Seeing this, He Bayong immediately realized this rare opportunity. He grabbed the flag from the flag leader, waved it twice above his head, and then rode his horse towards the right corner of the Mohe people's shield wall. go. He Bayong flattened the flag, clamped the flagpole under his ribs, pointed the flag gun slightly downward, and aimed it at the top of the nearest enemy's shield. There was only a soft sound, and with the huge momentum of the man and horse, the flag gun easily penetrated the long shield, stringing together the two people behind him. He Bayong dropped the flag, and the huge momentum made him almost fall off the horse again. However, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the reins with his left hand, turned the horse's head to the left, and went around the flank of the Mohe people.
Seeing this, the knights imitated He Bayong and charged at the corners of the Mohe people's shield wall with their guns. Soon Qi Sibiyu discovered that the shield wall tactics that the Baishan tribe was proud of had turned into a quagmire of despair—— In order to avoid the rain of arrows shot from the opposite side, the Mohe people had to shrink their formation and protect each other with shields. In this way, people lost the space to avoid and could only stand still. This was not a problem originally. After all, this is the purpose of organizing a shield wall, but in the face of the huge impact of knights' spears on horseback, shields and armor are useless. The Mohe people are like a solid stone wall being hammered, slowly and continuously. of collapse.
"Charge forward, charge forward!" Someone shouted loudly in the shield wall. Qi Sibiyu saw someone grabbing the flag and waving it above his head. That was a signal to charge forward. He instinctively shouted: "No!" He then heard someone shouting in response. The shield wall collapsed quickly like a dam that had been soaked by floods for a long time. The Mohe people waved their weapons and surrounded the nearest Tang Army knight. The knight knocked over one person and hit another with his horseshoe. A person's face made a muffled sound that made people vomit, trying to rush out of the encirclement. The Mohe people got out of the way like a tide. In an instant, he seemed to be about to rush out, but a spear flew from the side and hit the knight's thigh. Someone used an iron ax to cut off the front legs of the war horse, dragged the knight off the horse, and surrounded him, attacking him with swords and axes.
"Back off, back off!" He Bayong realized that the opportunity to decide the outcome had arisen. These Mohe people finally left their turtle shells. At the same time, he directed the cavalry to move closer to his own troops, luring the enemies who had rushed out of the ranks to continue the pursuit. , while secretly praying in his heart that the barbarians would not retreat to the shield wall.
Perhaps He Bayong's prayers had an effect, or perhaps they were dazzled by long-simmering anger. The Mohe people who rushed out of the shield wall ignored the horn sound commanding a retreat from behind, and chased the retreating Tang knights. go.
"The crossbowmen step back and change their swords and sticks, the gunners come forward!" He Bayong retreated into the ranks, jumped off his horse, and stood next to the banner and shouted loudly. The crossbowmen of the Tang Army disappeared behind the forest of spears. , they put down their crossbows and replaced them with horizontal knives and sticks, preparing to step forward and fight in a melee once the gun array was broken open.
The Mohe people spontaneously formed a wedge formation and took the lead in fighting. At first, they threw short spears and hand axes, and then there was a bloody hand-to-hand combat. The spear point penetrated the chest, the iron ax split the helmet, and the soldiers fell like mature reeds. Being trampled on, what is different from what most people imagine is that no one shouted to kill on the battlefield. People gritted their teeth and spent every ounce of energy on fighting. Only the dying people let out short, sharp screams. To stop is frightening.
Under the fierce attack of the Mohe people, the gunners of the Tang army were forced to retreat, and the crossbowmen at the back stepped forward with horizontal knives and sticks to fill the gap where their companions fell. He Bayong carefully observed the battle situation. There were dozens of riders standing behind him. This was his only reserve team. He opened his palms and then clenched his fists. He repeated this more than ten times. The reins in his hands were already wet with sweat. However, he never dared to issue a rampage order.
"Wan Sheng!"
Loud shouts resounded throughout the battlefield. He Bayong was shocked to see the red flag of the Tang army rising on the side and rear of the Mohe people, followed by raindrops of arrows. Many Mohe people turned their heads in surprise and were chopped down. Fall to the ground.
"Old Cui really knows how to choose the right time!" He Bayong spat, feeling so bitter in his heart that it was hard to describe. He jumped on his horse, raised his spear above his head, and shouted loudly: "Charge, charge!"
Under the impact of the knights of the Tang Army, the Mohe people were like glass beaten by a hammer, completely shattered. What followed was a massacre. The Mohe people who exhausted their energy during the escape dropped their weapons and collapsed to the ground without any resistance. They allowed the enemy to chop off their necks, and the corpses were spread all over the battlefield, like a wheat field after harvesting in autumn.
"Hongdu did a good job!" Wang Wenzuo slapped Cui Hongdu on the shoulder hard: "You caught him by surprise, and Mohe Barbarian suffered a big loss from you this time!"
"Don't dare!" Cui Hongdu smiled: "If Brother Heba hadn't been able to withstand the barbarian attack head-on, I wouldn't have been able to get out from behind!"
"Well, you did a good job too!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "After the military officials calculate the merit, I will ask for credit for you two in the victory report!"
He Bayong was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder. Although his armor was slightly injured and his face looked a little unhappy, it was obvious that he was not very satisfied with Wang Wenzuo's words, but he did not dare to refute. After all, it was indeed Cui Hongdu's command. When the enemy is behind the enemy, he will behead and capture more than his own subordinates. It is only natural to obtain the first victory in accordance with military law.
"Captain! The count has been completed!" the military officer said solemnly.
"Well, tell me, how many gains were there?"
"Two hundred and twenty-seven people were beheaded, 325 people were captured alive, and 535 mules and horses were taken. The inventory of armor and weapons has not yet been completed!" At this point, the military officer paused and whispered: "But the leader of the bandit has escaped. I heard that he is the leader of the Mohe Baishan tribe, named Qi Sibiyu!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
