Chapter 419

The rebel camp has been in chaos. The Lord general Yin Po Shan is blocked outside and can't come back. Wen Xiaodao's men and horses are too urgent to attack Ximen. They can't keep it. Although the total number of rebels in the camp is still no less than 100000, and Wen Xiaodao has only more than 30000 people, the rebels have no advantage from the beginning.

Two hundred crossbow carts were powerful. The dense heavy crossbows almost knocked down the wooden wall. Five thousand archers lined up to suppress it. The rebels on the wall couldn't lift their heads at all. Compared with the left avant-garde, the weapons in their hands are not at the same level. The powerful crossbow car aimed at the gate and bombarded it. After a round of volley, there was hardly a living person within tens of meters near the gate. The weak part of the stronghold was hit by a heavy crossbow, looking shaky.

The suppression of archers' arrow array is even more suffocating. The defenders on the city wall are commanding, but the range of bows and arrows is not as far as others. Moreover, even if the feather arrows are shot, they have no strength. Repression made the rebels despair from the beginning. In the face of the well-trained and well-equipped left avant-garde, they felt powerless.

A large number of people does not mean strong combat effectiveness.

Wen Xiaodao's arrow array began to press forward. Under the attack of feather arrows, the rebels had no room to fight back.

"Go"

Wen Xiaodao pointed forward: "the senior general said that if I can't break the west gate of the rebel camp within an hour, I'll cut my head. If I can't get in within half an hour, I'll cut your head first."

His generals shouted, and the horn sounded. A zigzag camp formed a square array and pressed forward against the shield. Because it crossed the river in a hurry, most of the siege equipment did not come with it. However, the wooden stronghold such as the rebel camp is far inferior to the tall and towering city.

Seeing the left avant-garde people pushing towards the stronghold gate, the rebels on the wall finally couldn't hold their breath. They know who they are facing, the southwest left avant-garde, butcher Luo yaoluo. It is said that this man never leaves prisoners, and everyone has to be slaughtered. In front of such an opponent, there seems to be no retreat.

They stood up in the rain of arrows and began to fight back with the bamboo bow in their hands. However, the two folding battalions pressed up first formed a shield array with huge shields, and the feather arrows could hardly strike on it. In the eyes of the rebels, it seems that everything of the left avant-garde is so strong.

Their equipment, weapons, their formation.

This is the first time since the establishment of the huangniuhe rebel camp to fight with the real great Sui army. Before, they faced the county soldiers and Minyong of Huangyang road. It is said that both sides stand on the same level. The soldiers of Huangyang road are also poorly equipped and have not undergone any rigorous training. When there is a small-scale conflict between the two sides, it is more than who has more courage.

But the left avant-garde is different. Even those who rely on the left avant-garde are enough to crush the rebels.

Seeing the left avant-garde men and horses overwhelm the gate of the stronghold, Liu Shuo, the general left behind in the camp, couldn't help it. He ordered his general to rush out with four fold Chong battalions, trying to push back the two fold Chong battalions of the left avant-garde. But after the decision was made, he knew how wrong he was.

Those two shield arrays are like hedgehogs that can't be touched.

The rebels rushed over and slashed the huge shield with a crossbar, leaving only a trace. And the long dog in the shield array stabbed out irregularly, and the rebels near the shield array were stabbed to the ground one after another. Reluctantly rely on many people to block the shield array, but it can't break the thick defense at all.

Wen Xiaodao pointed his hand to the shield array, and 5000 archers immediately poured an arrow rain. He doesn't care how many casualties he has. He likes killing.

The left avant-garde soldiers under the shield array will not be damaged by the arrow rain, but the rebels are different. They don't even have a decent leather armor. How can their thin clothes stop sharp feather arrows? The sound of a cluster of arrows tearing apart the flesh is like the sound of a rainstorm hitting a lotus leaf.

After a round of arrow rain, 20% of the four folding camps killed by the rebels were slaughtered. The rebels' courage was finally exhausted, and many people wailed and retreated. At this time, the shield array suddenly opened, and the left avant-garde elite tiger inside went down the mountain and stuck behind the rebel's ass to kill.

Wen Xiaodao smiled with satisfaction. His men's sense of smell made him happy.

This situation will not be stopped unless the rebels close the camp door and abandon the soldiers of the four folding camps. The left avant-garde men chased after the rebels and ran back to drive away the defeated soldiers. The rebel soldiers who gave their backs to the enemy were stabbed to the ground one by one.

As soon as the follow-up left avant-garde saw the victory, at least four folding camps rushed up for reinforcements.

When the man watching Wen Xiaodao was about to break the rebel camp in half an hour, suddenly there was a whistling horn sound from behind Wen Xiaodao's men and horses, followed by a dull thunder close to the ground. Hearing the thunder, Wen Xiaodao's face immediately changed. He looked back fiercely and unexpectedly saw a black torrent rolling towards the rebel camp.

"Luo Xiaotu me - Fuck - you - Mom!"

Wen Xiaodao couldn't help scolding. His face was as cold as eternal ice.

Again!

Again!

After the people in front opened the situation, Luo Xiaotu's heavy horse came up to take credit!

But no matter how hard Wen Xiaodao scolded, he couldn't stop the heavy cavalry who had raised the speed. He knows Luo Xiaotu too well. He is not a person at all. If Wen Xiaodao dares to send someone to stop the heavy horse, Luo Xiaotu dares to step on it without changing his face. In Luo Xiaotu's eyes, all the heavy riders are enemies. If Wen Xiaodao is a madman, Luo Xiaotu is a machine without feelings at all.

Hearing the dull thunder, the left avant-garde infantry attacking in front also knew that they were riding again. They didn't need to be reminded by orders at all, and immediately spontaneously let the channel out.

That torrent of steel is unstoppable!

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When Liu Shuo saw the black steel monster coming down in the distance, he knew he couldn't hold it. His face was white without any blood, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He saw heavy cavalry under Li Yuanshan. So he knew that once the heavy cavalry rushed up, the invincible power and the crumbling camp gate that had been bombarded by the Heavy Crossbow could not stop the heavy cavalry.

"Spearman, line up at the camp gate!"

He took a deep breath to stabilize himself, and then gave orders loudly.

In the rebel ranks, there are no arms comparable to the heavy cavalry. The only one that can be used is the cheapest long spearmen. The so-called long gun is inlaid with an iron gun head in front of the wooden pole. The cost of a horse can make at least hundreds of long guns. The rebel army has expanded so much that its weapons and equipment can't keep up. Li Yuanshan's iron mine has made a long name for ten years, so he reluctantly equipped his own troops.

The weapon distributed to other teams is this low-cost long gun. The long shooter often has another name... The fastest infantry. Because they only have a long gun in their hands, the equipment is the least, which is more primitive than the archers with the same low defense. At least the archers should carry a hard bow, feather arrows of two arrow pots, and a short knife. If you run, there is really no infantry that moves faster than a long gunman.

Tens of thousands of long gunmen lined up in the open space inside the camp gate. The square array piled up by soldiers looked particularly thick. Just when the square array was taking shape, Luo Xiaotu's heavy horse arrived. The fragile gate of the camp was knocked open, and the torrent poured in irresistibly.

The long gunmen of the rebels were sweating in their palms and trembling in their arms. Their faces turned white and it became difficult to breathe. The long gunman in front squatted on the ground, put the gun barrel on the ground, pointed the gun tip forward and upward, clutching the gun barrel with both hands, closed his eyes and dared not look at the black steel monsters.

Luo Xiaotu, who rushed to the front, pulled down his visor and pointed forward.

The heavy Armored Cavalry behind also pulled down their face armor one after another, revealing only a pair of cruel eyes. The armour is made too ferocious, just like a bloodthirsty night fork.

When the heavy cavalry collided with the spear array, even the time seemed to stop.

The long guns of the rebels were not as long as Ma Shuo. The gunman in the front row played little role and was picked up by Ma Shuo. Different from the infantry leader, the horse's stick is flexible. After hitting the soldier, the stick bends and then straightens quickly. The body hanging on the edge of the stick is immediately bounced out.

In a moment, the front rows of the rebel gun array were shattered. Wearing full armor, the war horse was almost fearless. His heavy body hit him and immediately trampled the rebel's head and blood. The spear pokes at the heavy cavalry. If the strength is not enough, let the cavalry shake at most. If the strength is enough, it can poke the cavalry off the horse's back, but don't want to pierce the heavy armor.

The heavy cavalry on the ground had no way to live, because the armor on his body was too heavy. Before he could stand up, he would be knocked over by his fellow robes behind him. After the horse's hoofs trampled, the body in the armor was trampled into mud, and the blood flowed out along the gap of the armor. And minced meat, squeezed out of it like mud.

The gun array collapsed layer by layer, and the courage of the rebels was almost defeated.

The horse's hoof trampled on the soldier's skull. It was like stepping on a watermelon. The eyeball squeezed out of the eye socket and stuck to the horse's hoof. I don't know where it was taken.

Luo Xiaotu's face was three feet long, and there was a broken limb and arm where he swept. The rebel phalanx was thick enough, but it still couldn't stop the heavy horse from rolling straight through the middle.

When the cavalry went through, there was only mud left.

Liu Shuo constantly ordered to mobilize people and horses to block the torn gap, but the frightened rebel soldiers retreated again and again. Where else dared to get close to Chongqi.

Behind the heavy cavalry, Wen Xiaodao's infantry rushed in like the tide. The tear became bigger and bigger, and the rebel troops poured in and were soon washed away by the flood.

Up to now, only four words float back and forth in Liu Shuo's heart.

it is all up with.

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Almost all the rebels gathered on the west side of the camp to resist the left avant-garde. No one noticed that on the other side, a group of wild wolves who had just tasted the taste of flesh and blood were peeping. On the high slope, when Fang Xie put his eyes down, the smile on the corners of his mouth was as bright as the sunshine just sprinkled in the morning.

"Get on the horse"

He waved and pointed to the east gate of the rebel camp: "Follow me when you go in. Most of the rebels have been transferred to the West. The camp is empty. At this time, the place where there are heavy troops to defend is naturally the rebel's baggage. Follow me and don't be fond of war. Start setting fire after you go in. Don't think about killing many people when you rush into the baggage camp. What I want is something!"

"Bring as much as you can!"

Fang Xie jumped onto the red horse: "our rations and supplies are in the hands of the enemy. If you are polite, I won't finish with you!"

"Ha ha!"

The crowd laughed. They followed the red war horse, whirled out from behind the high slope like the wind, and rushed towards the rebel camp.

It looks like wolves pouncing on the sheepfold.