Pei Ziyun's face was not happy. Compared with before, a mere piece of wood could isolate more than half of the damage.
"Cum again!"
The sound of "whoosh, puff" continued, and the arrows rained down like a shower. This time, due to the close proximity, a splash of blood spattered. The powerful arrow penetrated the wooden board, injuring the person behind, and suddenly fell down with a scream.
But at this time, he was getting closer to the wooden fence. The thief was wearing armor and holding a long knife. He shouted: "Charge, keep charging. No one is allowed to retreat. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed!"
Not only that, the thief leader howled and continued to charge forward. Such bravery aroused the morale of the thief soldiers. They roared at the top of their lungs with their swords in hand and rushed forward ferociously.
"Three shots!" At this time, it was only ten meters away, and there were only "puff" sounds. This time, the arrows could no longer be resisted by the thin wooden board, and a piece fell down in front.
"Kill!" In an instant, within ten meters, several people had already thrown themselves in front of the wall and were about to turn over and climb over.
Cai Yuanzhen shouted: "Let go of the spear!"
With a uniform "wow" sound, the archers retreated, and the spearmen lowered their spears. In the gap left by the fence, a row of cold spears fell down, shining with cold light.
"prick!"
The spear was stabbed, and the thieves rushed forward. There was a rain of blood, and the tip of the spear was dripping with blood.
"Flannel, shoot arrows!"
"Whoosh, whoosh!" When facing the spear head-on, the wooden board was useless and most of it was lost. But at this time, arrows fell like rain from both sides, and there was a sudden scream.
"Don't retreat, keep going up!" Fang Ji could see clearly from behind, roared angrily, and waved his hand. Although the old Sanfang Tong was injured, he was wearing armor and leading a group of old brothers to supervise the battle from behind.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The thieves divided into several pieces and attacked. Some even hit the fence directly. The wooden fence was not a stone wall after all, and there was a faint vibration.
"Go around and attack from all sides. There are many of us, so we can press up at the same time."
"Let's see how the officers and soldiers guard!"
Francis shouted: "You must not retreat until the drums stop. If you dare to retreat, you will be killed. If you can't rush in, don't rush. Get bags and fill them with sand."
"There was sand everywhere on the beach. We put it under the fence. We climbed up. The wall was as high as one person and we jumped in."
There was a commotion, and there were pirates carrying bags and carrying sand, and throwing it over with all their strength.
"The thief general responded well!" On the mound, Pei Ziyun ordered calmly: "But you only have 1,500 people. In the past few minutes, 50 have died. How long can you hold on now?"
"shoot!"
Another rain of arrows rained down, and the sky was full of whistling sounds.
"prick!"
Another row of spear points thrust out from the gap left by the fence. There was just a scream, but there were also crackling sounds, and many spears broke.
"Keep going, don't stop!"
Seeing that the sandbag was thrown too high, a group of thieves shouted loudly, rushed and jumped with all their strength, and finally turned over.
The camp had been prepared for a long time, and saw the queues advancing and retreating in a staggered manner, the light of the sword falling like snow, and suddenly a shower of blood, and all kinds of severed bodies and broken bodies splashed out like a waterfall.
This group of thieves was killed almost instantly.
Francis was not surprised but overjoyed. As long as he rushed into the camp and risked his life, he was not afraid of wasting more than a thousand people. He immediately shouted: "Come in again."
Another team rushed and jumped over, landing in the camp.
At this time, Pei Ziyun had already put on his armor and suddenly launched an attack.
"Restraint!"
"Peng!"
A group of thieves rushed in, and immediately felt their whole bodies stagnant. At the moment of life and death, there was no room for such stagnation. They saw the remaining swords and spears coming up, and heard repeated "puff" sounds as the spears pierced. Suddenly, these people changed again. Became a target.
The moment he killed them, Pei Ziyun felt his heart become depressed and almost vomited blood. Only then did the stars move, and the feeling of depression disappeared.
"What's going on?" Francis asked.
"It's Taoism!" A Taoist said: "But this is not a bad thing. The enemy must have only this small force, and even the opponent's general has to go into battle."
"Continue to rush in and use this method on the battlefield. Even if a thousand people fight, the backlash will be huge - every soldier fights with his life and body burning. He is suppressing everyone's chance of survival."
"Kill!" More than 20 thieves rushed in.
"Kill!" Pei Ziyun sneered, his face as dark as water. He used it to restrain a group of enemies, which had huge backlash, but what about using it on himself
"Wind body and cloud body!"
The speed suddenly increased by several percent, and turned into a flash of light. The sword light intertwined sharply, flickering on and off, and everyone was stunned.
"Uh... ah..." Seven or eight people screamed horribly, their bodies swayed, twisted and fell, and their blood and internal organs rushed out.
"Continue to rush in." This time, there was no need for the Taoist to say anything. Francis calmly commanded: "No matter how strong you are, how many teams can you hold on to?"
This situation seems to be a replica of last night - no matter how elite you are, you will be overwhelmed by the numbers.
Looking from a high altitude, one could see the flood rushing in, constantly rushing in. The two sides stabbed and stabbed each other, spewing out large fountains of blood and soaking the camp.
After several resistance battles, the bandits retreated and returned several times.
"Restraint!" There was a sudden shout, and the rushing formation was in chaos. The navy advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, striking back and forth in a staggered manner, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe, and instantly killed another batch on the spot.
"Asshole, how many times has this happened?"
But Pei Ziyun remained unmoved, sprays of blood burst out wherever he went. Once he was in danger, he used Taoist magic. Although the bound person roared and shook away, with these two breaths, there was a burst of flying arrows or even a The platoon spears were stabbed, and they were killed instantly. After repeated charges and killings several times, the bandit soldiers in front of the camp finally couldn't bear the huge casualties and turned around and retreated.
"Don't retreat, keep going!" Lao Sanfangtong, who was fully armored and led the supervising team, shouted angrily and stepped forward. He saw cold light flashing and sword lights scattered. Several thieves were killed immediately. The trumpet was blaring, urging the thieves. The soldiers attacked again, but Francis's face was ashen. He knew that his high pressure was approaching the critical point.
"Impossible, how could he persist for such a long time?" The Taoist was also shocked. Fang Ji took one look at this useless Taoist and wanted to kill him.
"Bind!" Another flash of inspiration, "poof", Pei Ziyun groaned suddenly, and blood flowed from his nose. Seeing the opportunity, a thief shouted loudly and slashed with his knife. Pei Ziyun dodged and was stunned for a moment. After opening a hole, although the thief was immediately killed by his own soldiers, Francis was overjoyed and ordered: "One more charge, the enemy is exhausted!"
"I'm exhausted, but I don't have no trump cards." He saw the enemy corpses piled up into a small slope at his feet. There were at least three hundred enemy corpses inside and outside the camp.
"The most important thing is that after persisting for half an hour, the enemy soldiers have been led by me and are tired."
A man wearing armor can only fight for twenty minutes, and thieves can't last for half an hour even if they charge repeatedly. This is why ancient sieges had to be carried out in waves.
"Kill!" At this time, the horns of the officers and soldiers sounded, causing the entire battlefield to stop.
The wooden door built in the camp opened, and groups of soldiers poured out. At this time, the fence seemed to have a mechanism. It could not be pushed open from the outside, but there was a thick rope inside and when pulled, one piece fell down. These people immediately killed them.
I saw four to five hundred of these soldiers coming out in formation, with a flash of swords. The thieves who rushed forward couldn't hold back for a moment, and hit the rocks hard. The swords fell, blood spurted out, human limbs splashed, and then the same as the tide. He pressed forward, and nearly a hundred thieves hacked him to death as soon as he faced him.
Now even the supervising team couldn't hold back. The approaching thief was exhausted and could only hold on with a breath of air. But now he reversed course and couldn't hold back anymore. He shouted and ran away.
"Don't run away, don't run away!" The old third party leader knew something was wrong, so he rushed forward to kill and wanted to stop him. At this moment, a thief shouted: "Third Leader, run away..."
A fallen thief let out a dying cry, and Fang Tongyi saw that it was Pei Ziyun who rushed forward and suddenly stepped back.
With a flash of sword light, Fang Tong quickly rushed towards him. Fang Tong was a fierce bandit who had been living between life and death for a long time. When he realized that he could not escape, he suddenly shouted and struck back, intending to die together with Pei Ziyun.
"Zheng!" Sparks shot out, the knife exploded, the sword went straight in, and blood burst out. Fang Tong's half roar got stuck in his throat and turned into blood and spurted out.
"The third boss is dead, the third boss is dead."
This seemed to be an order, and the bandits screamed loudly, and all of them rolled and crawled towards the beach to escape. They were so frightened that they only wished that their parents had lost two legs.
At this critical juncture, although the archer's hands were swollen, he still kept making "whee" sounds, and shot arrows like a rainstorm, and suddenly another batch fell.
The bandit who led the attack in the morning staggered, looked at his chest, and saw an arrow tip, spurting blood, shaking, and his heavy body fell to the grass.
"Kill the thief!"
"Kill the thief!"
The bandits screamed at the top of their lungs, huddled together, howled and fled towards the ship. They even fell to the ground and were trampled on by their companions, who suddenly let out a shrill scream.
Blood splashed and the strong smell of blood filled his mouth and nose. Francis hissed: "Third brother!"
At this time, they were supported by the last core group of people and fled towards the ship. At this moment, someone screamed. Looking back, in the gap, the warships of the officers and soldiers were slowly raising their sails and heading towards the sea in an orderly manner.
"The officers and soldiers must kill them all!" Fang Ji immediately understood his intention and spat out a mouthful of blood. He vaguely understood that this battle was defeated, the boss and the third child were killed in the battle, and the core elite were all gone. Even if he escaped, this thousand-mile sea territory would never happen again. There is no place for oneself.
The Fang family is finished, and the banner of the Dragon King is finished.
"We won, but we also suffered a lot of casualties." Pei Ziyun wiped his face, but his face was covered with blood, and he felt that his whole body was exhausted.
Not just physical strength, but also magical power.
"Fortunately, things changed, so I persisted." Although it was extremely hard, Pei Ziyun exhaled heavily and smiled.
If the ambush is launched at the beginning, the thieves will be a little impatient and may withdraw their troops immediately. As long as there are troops, the lost base can be rebuilt, and then the mopping up will be troublesome.
He just endured the ambush and allowed the enemy to misjudge, thinking that he could be defeated by adding more strength, so he pounced on him layer by layer.
Finally, he exhausted the enemy, and the huge casualties of the rebels were close to 30%. This is the critical point when any army is close to collapse, so the new leader attacked in one fell swoop and immediately defeated the rebels.
Now I see the deserters being chased, organized vs. unorganized, and warships sailing out. The Japanese pirates, who have been in trouble for decades, are finally destroyed in their own hands.
(End of chapter)