If the Japanese thieves are weak and can be bullied, how can they show off their power and burn, kill and plunder in the three corridors of the East China Sea?
Han You thought that there would be battle losses and the lives of many soldiers would be sacrificed, but he never thought that the Japanese thieves were not only cruel to others, but also to themselves.
The power of the gunpowder arrows was no longer as powerful as before. It was not because the ratio was wrong or there was something wrong with Old Master He, but because many Japanese thieves had pierced their own eardrums.
Han You couldn't understand it. Maybe it had something to do with the so-called Bushido. In short, the reason why gunpowder was terrifying was not only because of its huge power, but also the impact of the rumbling sound on the heart.
For example, on the battlefield of cold weapons or modern wars in later generations, bullets rain, crackle, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, sound of bullets breaking through the air and shells bombarding can make people feel chilled.
So just imagine, if it is just vision, no hearing, and no sound, the fear seems not to be so scary.
This is the reason why the use of gunpowder arrows has been unable to destroy Qiuye City. Fortunately, fortunately, Han You's biggest reliance on setting foot on Yingdao is not gunpowder arrows, but also many friends, such as Shu Hua.
Shuhua, the bet won, and the Ying thieves fell into the trap. Thinking that the Zhou army was weak, they opened the city gate and rode the same frustrated horses along the dilapidated mountain road in preparation for a charge.
In fact, the Ying thieves fell into a trap, not a miscalculation. The combat effectiveness of the Zhou army was indeed not as good as before. After all, they destroyed so many cities and killed so many Ying thieves. They did not replenish their physical strength through long periods of rest during high-intensity combat. Without gunpowder arrows, everyone would not have been able to go this far.
When more than two thousand Japanese thieves rode on war horses and started to speed up, Shu Hua and Jiang Zhui each led the ambush troops on both sides of the dense forest and rushed to the inside of the city gate.
In order to enter the ambush site, the two of them took more than half a day's journey around with their troops. Thirteen others fell under the steep wall while climbing the mountain, and no bones were left.
The two teams were at least one mile apart from Han You and others, and they needed to rely on many flag bearers risking their lives to communicate through flag language.
It was all worth it, the bet was right.
But just because the bet is right, it doesn't mean the bet is won.
Win or lose, you have to risk your life.
Jiang Zhui, who had always looked dazed and green, was already covered in stains, and underneath the stains was thick blood. The long knife was no longer sharp and was full of gaps.
This was the only insistence of Jiang Zhui, who almost never insisted on the bottom line. He did not use the weapons of the Japanese thieves, but only the standard long knife he wore with him from the Third Road to the East China Sea.
No one understands the meaning of his persistence, just like no one understands why Shu Hua, who is both a second-generation official and a second-generation rich man, followed Han You to this cursed island.
The second-generation rich man from the capital who was originally idle, not only bet on the life of the Japanese thief, but also on his own life. Shu Hua, who had been practicing martial arts with different guards, martial artists, and bodyguards since he was a child, rushed out of the dense forest to draw the bow and string, and pulled the string three times in a row. The arrows, all of them gunpowder arrows, were shot directly above both sides of the city gate. The city wall reinforced by coarse sand did not collapse. This was just to buy time.
Shu Hua's bet was indeed right, because those who rushed out of the city were all deaf knights and Japanese thieves who had pierced their eardrums. They rushed down the mountain with murderous intent and did not hear the shouts or the sound of gunpowder explosions from behind.
"Array up!"
Qi Tong, who had a childish look on his face, turned over and dismounted, grabbed the crossbow of the soldier beside him and roared wildly.
"Retreat, lift!"
"treat!"
"treat!"
"treat!"
After three "wait" sounds, Qi Tong gave an order, and the sound of breaking through the air could not be heard.
The deaf knights who rushed out of Akiye City were like wheat being cut down, falling one after another.
Not only gunpowder crossbows, but also the crossbow arrows used in the various hand crossbows and large crossbows made by Teacher Poke are in extremely short supply.
Advantages always come with disadvantages. Many of the standard equipment used by the Zhou army cannot be supplemented by the Ying thieves. Even if they are made from local materials, they cannot be used. This shows the rigor and harshness of the manufacturing process of the teacher.
Compared with others, Qi Tong understood Donghai better, understood the Japanese thieves better, and was more angry. The anger did not go to his head, but he fired three volleys, only three times.
After three consequences, Qi Tong got on his horse and faced the Japanese thieves with his long sword behind him. Behind him, there were the Zhou army on foot or on horseback, with less riding and more riding.
There are not many people on both sides. The Ying thieves can only leave the city with about 3,000 people, and Qi Tong only has about 2,000 people behind him. There is no compromise, kill the other party, or be killed by the other party.
This battle is related to the fate of this Zhou army, at least the fate of the next twenty days. Whether they live or die depends only on this battle.
Han You, who was riding on the horse, kept comforting the horse under his crotch, but unexpectedly, a long knife was handed over.
Han You turned his head, a look of confusion on his face.
"I'll accompany you, little one."
Wang Hai handed the long knife to Han You with his trademark honest smile on his face.
Han You did not ask why Brother Hai, who had always kept him at the rear since he set foot on Yingdao, handed him the knife. There was no need to ask.
Too many people who didn't deserve to die died.
Too many damn people are still alive.
If you don't want more people to die, if you want all those who deserve to die, you must survive. Only by fighting hard to kill the enemy can you survive. Wang Hai is no exception, and Han You is no exception.
Wang Hai has already seen the fatigue of the troops, the fatigue of fighting for the last breath, and there are too many infantry. Only Han You's personal participation in the battle can inspire high morale.
The Korean-character flag fluttered in the wind, and Wang Hai raised the flag himself. Han You clamped his horse's belly tightly and rushed into the battle formation.
Swords clashed, gold and iron clashed, war horses roared, countless limbs were broken, bones piled up, and blood flowed into rivers.
Han You rushed into the battle formation and slashed with his long sword, using the charge of his war horse to wander on the right wing. The twenty-six miscellaneous soldiers on the left, right and back who were already strong warriors were like battlefield meat grinders. Anyone who got off the horse, as long as they were Japanese thieves, had their heads chopped off with long swords.
With the flag on his back, Wang Hai kept pulling his bow and string, killing the Japanese thieves who rushed towards Han You one after another. His strong right arm was already trembling slightly.
On top of the city wall, Shu Hua knelt down on one knee, blood gushing out from his left abdomen. He saw that a Japanese thief was about to cut off his head, but he couldn't lift the long knife tied in his palm.
At the critical moment, Zhang Zhuo arrived in time with all the guards of Prince You's Mansion.
The two swords danced into a ball of sharp and smooth blades, bypassing Shu Hua, and Zhang Zhuo disappeared. Wherever he passed, residual limbs were flying and broken arms were spinning.
On the other side of the city, Jiang Zhui's long sword finally broke, and his half-man-high shield crashed forward like a bulldozer.
From the gap between the big shield and the city wall on the right, sharp blades were thrust out. Jiang Zhui's right arm was dripping with blood and the skin was torn.
There was a loud "boom", and the winch of the city gate was finally blown to pieces. Next to it was a half-cut body of a soldier, with a charred face, smiling. He must have been proud and proud before he died, but he no longer had the same robe as his comrades. A chance to brag.
Akiye Castle, broken.
