The rebel camp was already in chaos, the chief general Yin Poshan was blocked outside and could not come back, Wen Xiaodao's troops were too urgent to attack Ximen, and it seemed that they would be unable to defend. Although the total number of rebels in the camp was still no less than 100,000, Wen Xiaodao only had more than 30,000 horses, but the rebels had no advantage at all from the beginning.
Two hundred crossbow carts showed their power, and the dense heavy crossbow almost knocked down the wooden wall. Five thousand archers lined up to suppress them, and the rebels on the city wall couldn't raise their heads at all. The weapons in their hands are not at the same level as those of the left forward. The powerful ballista aimed at the gate and bombarded it. After a round of volleys, there was hardly a living person within tens of meters of the gate. The weak parts of the city wall were hit by heavy crossbows to create holes one by one, which looked crumbling.
The suppression of the archers' arrow array was even more suffocating. The defenders on the city wall were condescending, but the range of the bows and arrows was not as far as that of others. Besides, even if the feather arrows shot past, they were so light that they had no strength. The repression made the rebels feel hopeless from the very beginning. Facing the well-trained and well-equipped left midfielder, they felt a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
More people does not mean stronger combat effectiveness.
Wen Xiaodao's arrow array began to press forward, and under the covering blow of the feather arrows, the rebels had no room to fight back.
"Go."
Wen Xiaodao pointed forward: "The general said that I couldn't break through the west gate of the rebel camp within an hour, so I cut off my own heads. If I can't break through within half an hour, I will cut off your heads first." gone."
The generals under him shouted, and the horn sounded immediately. A Zhechong Battalion formed a phalanx, pressing forward with their shields on top of their shields. Because they crossed the river in a hurry, most of the siege equipment was not brought over, but a wooden stronghold like the rebel camp was far inferior to a tall and majestic city.
Seeing the troops from the left vanguard crowding towards the gate of the village, the rebels on the city wall finally lost their composure. They knew who they were facing, the Southwest Left Front Guard, the butcher Luo Yaoluo, it was said that this man never kept any prisoners under his command, and everyone would be slaughtered. In front of such an opponent, it seems that there is no way out.
They stood up against the rain of arrows and began to fight back with the bamboo bows in their hands. However, the two Zhechong Battalions who pressed up first used giant shields to form a shield array, and the feather arrows hit it almost without hitting it. In the eyes of the rebels, it seems that everything in the left half is so solid and powerful.
Their equipment, their weapons, their formations.
This is the first time since the establishment of the Huangniuhe rebel camp that it has fought against the real Sui army. Before they faced the county soldiers and minyongs of Huangyang Road, they were on the same level. The soldiers and civilians of Huangyang Road are also poorly equipped and have not undergone any rigorous training. When the two sides clash on a small scale, the comparison is who has more courage.
But the left forward is different, even relying on the people equipped with the left forward is enough to crush the rebels.
Seeing the troops from the left vanguard overwhelm the gate of the village, Liu Shuo, the general who stayed behind in the camp, couldn't bear it anymore. He ordered his generals to rush out with four battalions, trying to push back the two battalions of the left avant-garde. But after making this decision, he knew how wrong he was.
Those two shield formations were like hedgehogs that couldn't be touched.
The rebels rushed over and slashed across the giant shield, leaving only a trace. And the long spears in the shield formation stabbed out irregularly, and the rebels who were close to the shield formation were knocked to the ground one after another. Reluctantly relying on the large number of people to block the shield formation, it is impossible to break through the thick layer of defense.
Wen Xiaodao pointed his hand towards the shield formation, and 5,000 archers immediately poured down a rain of arrows. He doesn't care how many casualties his people have, he likes to kill.
The left avant-garde soldiers under the shield formation would not suffer any losses from the rain of arrows, but the rebels were different. They didn't even have any decent leather armor on them. How could the thin clothes on their bodies be able to block the sharp feather arrows? The sound of the arrow clusters tearing apart the flesh became one piece, just like the sound of heavy rain hitting the lotus leaves.
After a round of arrow rain, 20% of the four Zhechong battalions killed by the rebels were slaughtered. The courage of the rebels was finally exhausted, and many people retreated with howls. At this moment, the shield formation suddenly opened, and the left avant-garde elite inside rushed forward like a tiger descending a mountain, sticking behind the rear of the rebels to kill.
Wen Xiaodao smiled in satisfaction, he was relieved by his subordinates' sense of timing.
In this situation, unless the rebels close the gate of the camp and abandon the four soldiers in the Zhechong camp, it will not be stopped at all. The people in the left avant-garde chased after the rebels, forming a group and driving the rout soldiers back. The rebel soldiers who handed over their backs to the enemy were knocked to the ground one by one by the sharp spears.
As soon as the follow-up left midfielder formed a winning momentum, at least four zhechong battalions rushed forward for reinforcements.
Seeing that Wen Xiaodao's men were about to break through the rebel camp within half an hour, suddenly there was a whining horn sound from behind Wen Xiaodao's men and horses, followed by a muffled sound of thunder against the ground. Passed over. Hearing the thunder, Wen Xiaodao's expression changed immediately. He looked back sharply, and unexpectedly saw a black torrent rolling towards the rebel camp.
"Luo Xiaotu, I'll fuck your mother!"
Wen Xiaodao couldn't help cursing, his face was as cold as ice that would never melt for thousands of years.
Again!
Again!
After the people in front opened up the situation, Luo Xiaotu's heavy cavalry came up to claim the credit!
No matter how hard Wen Xiaodao scolded, he couldn't stop the heavy cavalry who had picked up their speed. He knew Luo Xiaotu too well, this person was not a person at all. If Wen Xiaodao dared to send someone to stop the heavy cavalry in front, Luo Xiaotu would dare to step over with the heavy cavalry without changing his face. In Luo Xiaotu's eyes, all those who stand in front of the heavy cavalry are enemies. If Wen Xiaodao is a lunatic, then Luo Xiaotu is a machine with no emotions at all.
Hearing the muffled thunder, the left avant-garde infantry attacking in front also knew that heavy horses were coming up. They didn't even need to be reminded, and immediately gave up the passage spontaneously.
That torrent of steel is unstoppable!
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When Liu Shuo saw the black steel monster approaching in the distance, he knew he couldn't hold it. His face was pale and bloodless, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He had seen heavy cavalry under Li Yuanshan's command. So he knew that once the heavy cavalry charged up, the invincible power, the crumbling camp gate that had been bombarded by the heavy crossbow, could not stop the heavy cavalry at all.
"Pikemen, line up at the camp gate!"
He took a deep breath to stabilize himself, and then gave the order loudly.
In the ranks of the rebels, there is no unit comparable to the heavy cavalry. The only thing that can be used is the cheapest pikeman. The so-called long spear is an iron spear head inlaid in front of the wooden pole. The cost of one horse spear can at least make hundreds of spears. The ranks of the rebels swelled too much, and their weapons and equipment couldn't keep up. Li Yuanshan's long lance built by the iron mine in the past ten years barely equipped his direct troops.
The weapons distributed to other teams are this kind of cheap spears. And the spearman often has a title... the fastest running infantry. Because they only have a long spear in their hands, the equipment is the least, and it is simpler than the archers with the same low defense. At the very least, the archers must carry a hard bow, two arrows from the quiver, and a short knife. When it comes to running, there is really no infantry who moves faster than the spearman.
Tens of thousands of spearmen lined up in the open space inside the camp gate, and the phalanx piled up with soldiers looked extraordinarily thick. Just when the phalanx was forming, Luo Xiaotu's heavy cavalry also arrived. The fragile camp gate was knocked open, and the torrent poured in unstoppably.
The palms of each of the spearmen of the rebel army were covered with sweat, and their arms were constantly shaking. Their faces turned pale, and it became difficult for them to even breathe. The spearman in the front squatted on the ground, put the barrel of his gun on the ground, pointing the tip of the gun forward and upward, holding the barrel tightly with both hands, closing his eyes and not daring to look at the group of black steel monsters.
Luo Xiaotu, who rushed to the front, pulled down his visor, and Chang Leng pointed forward.
The heavy armored cavalry behind also pulled down their visors one after another, revealing only a pair of cruel eyes. The visor was made too ferocious, like a bloodthirsty Yaksha.
When the heavy cavalry and the spear phalanx collided, even time seemed to have stopped.
The spears of the rebels were not as long as Ma Qiang, and the front row of spearmen barely played any role before being picked up by Ma Qiang. The horse lance is different from the infantry long lance in that the lance is flexible. After hitting the soldier, the lance bends and then straightens quickly, and the corpse hanging on the lance is immediately ejected.
In a moment, the first few rows of the rebels' gun array were shattered. The war horse in full armor was almost fearless, and its heavy body bumped into it, and immediately trampled the rebels to death. The spear was poked at the heavy cavalry. If it was not strong enough, the cavalry would be shaken at most. If it was strong enough, the cavalry could be stabbed off the horse, but it was impossible to pierce the heavy armor.
The heavy cavalry who landed had no chance of survival, because the armor on their bodies was too heavy, and before they could stand up, they would be knocked over by the comrades behind them. After being trampled by the horseshoes, the body in the iron armor was trampled into mud, and blood flowed out along the gaps in the armor drip. There is also minced meat, which is squeezed out like mud.
The gun array was broken layer by layer, and the courage of the rebels was almost defeated.
The horse's hoof stepped on the soldier's head, and it sounded like a watermelon was crushed. The eyeballs squeezed out of the eye sockets, stuck to the horse's hooves and were taken to nowhere.
Luo Xiaotu's lance was three feet long, and the place it swept was full of stumps and broken arms. The phalanx of the rebels was already thick enough, but it still couldn't stop the heavy cavalry from crushing straight from the middle.
When the cavalry passed through, only a piece of meat was left behind.
Liu Shuo kept ordering and mobilizing troops to block the torn gap, but the rebel soldiers who had already been frightened out of their courage retreated again and again, and no one dared to approach the heavy cavalry.
Behind the heavy cavalry, Wen Xiaodao's infantry rushed in like a tide. The torn hole became bigger and bigger, and the rebel forces were quickly washed away by the torrent.
Up to now, there are only four words floating back and forth in Liu Shuo's heart.
The tide is over.
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Almost all the rebels gathered on the west side of the camp to defend against the left avant-garde, and no one noticed that on the other side, a group of wild wolves who had just tasted flesh and blood were spying on them. On the high slope, when Fang Jie put his clairvoyance down, the smile on the corner of his mouth was as bright as the sunshine that just came down in the morning.
"Get on the horse."
He waved his hand and pointed to the east gate of the rebel army camp: "Follow me after entering. Most of the rebel troops have been transferred to the west, and the camp is empty. The place with heavy defense at this time is naturally the rebel army's luggage. It’s here. Follow me, don’t fight. Start setting fire after entering, and don’t think about killing many people when you rush into the supply camp, what I want is something!”
"Bring as much as you can!"
Fang Jie jumped on the red horse: "Our rations and supplies are in the hands of the enemy. If you are polite, I will never end with you!"
"Ha ha!"
Everyone laughed, and they followed the red horse, spinning out from behind the high slope like the wind, and rushed towards the rebel camp.
It looked like a pack of wolves pounced on the sheepfold.