Amid the rumbling of cannon fire, a dark shadow suddenly fell down, hitting the ground with a loud bang. A stone bullet fell into the crowd of Zhou soldiers, hitting a horseman. The man and the horse were hit by the heavy stone bullet without even a cry, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The stone bullet even broke the ground directly, leaving a pit.
A terrified cry sounded nearby, and the blood and flesh of humans and horses splattered all over the people nearby.
Although the Zhou army's artillery had been adjusted, it still could not guarantee accuracy, and occasionally a shot would go wrong by dozens or hundreds of steps. Just now, a shot hit one of the Zhou army's soldiers who were lined up fifty steps away, accidentally injuring a soldier.
But the Zhou army's formation remained unchanged. Everyone stood there firmly, watching the scene of sand and rocks flying up and down the city wall.
Occasionally, a general said to his subordinates: There may be accidents, but they will not all hit us, so there is no need to panic.
Another person said: Our Tiger Guards have strict military discipline and are the strongest troops in the world.
Everyone was very encouraged by these words in the atmosphere of fear. The man continued: Brothers, our generals are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles. From His Majesty to our generals, they will not let the soldiers die in vain.
Amid the sound of artillery fire in the distance, there was also a fierce battle on the other side of the earthen hill.
The situation here was better than the gap in the wall, because the attack surface was wider. The scattered infantry of the Zhou army's vanguard climbed up the wall from the top of the earthen hill with bare hands, and fought with the chaotic soldiers of the Northern Han army after being bombarded. The soldiers behind set up wooden ladders on the wall, and more soldiers climbed up the wall.
On the sloping road inside the wall, the black mass of Northern Han soldiers and horses came up in an organized manner like a flood of people. There were even more troops on the road inside the city, and their swords and spears were like an iron forest. The sound of running feet on the ground was very loud.
The generals of the Zhou army shouted and urged them to come. A large number of soldiers climbed up the wooden ladders and immediately joined the fight.
The Northern Han army was defeated and fled by the increasing number of Zhou army soldiers, running towards the reinforcements. At this time, a loud shout was heard: The survival of the country depends on this battle. Anyone who retreats in battle will be shot and shot.
Arrows like raindrops flew in all directions like a torrential rain, and the fleeing Northern Han soldiers and the pursuing Zhou soldiers were hit by arrows one after another. The Zhou soldiers in the front had no time to stop, and only felt heavy blows on their heads and bodies, like being hit by a blunt object, with clanging sounds. Suddenly, an arrow pierced through the hard leather armor on his shoulder, going straight through his flesh and blood. He screamed in pain, his left hand softened, and his shield fell off; after a while, another violent flat arrow flew at a distance of ten steps, and pierced through his breastplate with a clang. He felt a pain in his chest, and the arrowhead pierced into his chest, but it didn't seem to be deep, because he was still conscious, and put his hand on the breastplate, and blood seeped out from between his fingers.
There came a shout from the other side of the road.
The archers of the Northern Han army retreated from both sides and shot arrows from the back, while the dense rows of spearmen in front advanced together. The scattered infantry of the Zhou army faced the thick and orderly army formation. Everyone was tired of living and rushed forward to die, and everyone retreated.
Some soldiers who were wounded by arrows did not have time to run away, and were soon drowned in the crowd of Northern Han soldiers, and were trampled to death by the dense heavy infantry. A Zhou soldier with a wounded leg jumped and ran back desperately, but was soon stabbed in the back by a long spear, and fell to the ground screaming.
Although the Tiger Guards are the most elite troops, they are still humans and not gods. In the strict jungle of swords and guns, they will be afraid and it is almost impossible for them to be willing to fight to the death. However, when people stick together, the power of elite soldiers can be demonstrated.
Finally, a general came up. No one knew what his military rank was, but the color and pattern of his waist ornaments were different from those of ordinary soldiers. The general shouted: "Line up in rows. If there is a general in this row, he will take over the position of the ten generals in this team immediately." Those who disobey orders will be killed in battle.
Everyone had finally managed to rush forward, and as they weren't facing a devastating massacre for the time being, they were reluctant to retreat.
Everyone lined up on the spot, quickly forming a somewhat messy square array. Everyone's weapons were mixed, and there was no selection of long and short weapons. The queue was also chaotic; and faced with the threat of the rapidly advancing enemy soldiers, arrows flew everywhere, and the front was almost collapsed by the arrows several times.
But in any case, even the soldiers of the Tiger Guards themselves had never experienced such an organization. In the past, no matter what kind of army it was, once the team was in chaos, it would be impossible to form a camp in a short time. But this time, everyone managed to do it.
The enemy was already within twenty steps, and Zhou soldiers were constantly being shot and wounded. Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they were having difficulty breathing.
The general who came out to give orders temporarily even found a flag of the Tiger Guards and asked one of his subordinates to hold it, but the name of the unit embroidered on it was completely unrelated to the original.
The general stood in front with a sullen face, his armor was covered with holes and marks from arrows. He took a deep breath, looked back at the soldiers in the square formation beside him, then drew his sword, raised it high, and shouted: Brothers of the Tiger Guards, we will fight for the emperor with life and death.
The shining sword waved, and the flag fell forward calmly. When the soldiers saw the flag move, they shouted in unison: Long live the army!
Kill, kill, yeah
Both armies roared and rushed towards the center. Heavy bangs and clangs rang out, and some soldiers on the opposite side turned pale, and some even subconsciously closed their eyes at the moment of collision. The sharp iron spears pierced through the plate armor at the moment of the confrontation, and the blunt weapons hit the metal with a clang.
The soldiers in front quickly crossed into the depths, and everyone fought desperately. On the city wall, there were flashes of swords and shadows, blood mist filled the air, and a large group of people were boiling together.
A Zhou army warrior who had not dared to fight before, was given courage by his own people around him. He smashed outward with his shield, and swung the iron hook in his hand at anyone he saw without asking any questions. The thick iron hook hit a man and made him scream. The warrior pulled back violently, and the sharp hook immediately pierced the opponent's shoulder armor, tearing a large hole in the armor and flesh. The man screamed heartbreakingly, and he had no time to fight back, and was knocked to the ground by the Zhou army warrior.
The Northern Han army also shouted and the earth shook. People were roaring, and their anger was filled with fear and terror.
Only by attacking and defeating the enemy can we advance and drive the Zhou army off the city wall.
Behind them, more Zhou troops were climbing up the wall from the earthen hill. Those who came up were organized soldiers, and they were shouting as they re-formed their ranks on the wall.