After fifty steps, each other could see their faces clearly. The breathing of the soldiers under their command began to rise rapidly, and under the sunlight, the beads of sweat began to slowly slide down.

Zheng Tu brought too single troops this time. Except for the three hundred spearmen who were temporarily transferred from Guan Lie opposite Jiudu Altar, all the remaining equipment was equipped with long swords and bows and crossbows.

Forty steps, in a moment, both sides will hit head-on.

"shoot!"

Zheng Tu immediately made a decision that at this distance, the crossbow arrows could break the armor and the opportunity should not be missed.

The sound of "swoosh~swoosh" is endless.

Han Maozheng, who was sitting on the horse, looked puzzled. There were so many crossbows, and the loyal and brave army of the Southern Tang Dynasty was so rich? A qualified crossbow cost about four times that of an ordinary long sword, and the cost of a crossbow arrow was more than twice that of an ordinary feather arrow. This is not a war, but a money spent.

The soldiers of the Zhangwu Army, who were leading the way, fell down in pieces like harvested wheat. The shields and armor they were proud of became useless decorations under the opponent's strength.

Han Maozheng took a deep breath, but he underestimated the excellence of the other party's crossbow. Such a crossbow cost at least six times that of a long sword.

"Beat the drum!"

Han Maozheng felt that the gap between the long-range attack power of the two sides was too big, and only by rushing over, using superior forces and fighting in close combat could the opponent be defeated.

In the camp of the Zhongyong Army, under the order of Zheng Tu, all the crossbowmen who completed the shooting retreated to load, and a group of people changed to the outside instantly.

"shoot!"

Zheng Tu shouted loudly, and hundreds of crossbow arrows rushed towards the Zhangwu army soldiers rushing towards the opposite side.

Han Maozheng felt a little dizzy. What kind of configuration is this? There are more than 1,000 people in total, and they are all crossbowmen. After a preliminary glance, he lost at least 200 to 300 people in the past two rounds.

"Hurry up!" Han Maozheng kept urging in his heart. Compared to the scary bed crossbow, the opponent's arm crossbow was obviously more threatening. The bed crossbow had a long range, but the firing rate was extremely slow and the loading was quite complicated.

As long as the speed is fast enough, you can enter the local camp before the opponent's next round of crossbow arrows are shot.

The soldier who had just shot a round of crossbow arrows did not retreat, but directly put the bow and the crossbow back and pulled out the long sword to prepare for melee battle.

"Free shooting!" Zheng Tu glanced at him. Most of the first batch of soldiers who shot were loaded. It was too late to change the formation and volleys, and it was very easy for the opponent to take advantage of the chaos to kill in.

The loaded crossbowmen looked for gaps in the crowd and shot out the loaded crossbow arrows. They ignored the results of the battle and continued to load them directly, believing that their comrades could withstand the other party and buy time for themselves.

There is no fancy at all, there is only the sting between spears and the swords slashing each other. The advantages and disadvantages of weapon armor are at the extreme at this moment. Whoever can pierce the opponent's armor first or cut off the opponent's long sword will survive and enter the next round of fighting.

Han Maozheng's heart was bleeding, and the elite he was proud of was so vulnerable. It was not that the soldiers did not fight hard, but that the comparison of the quality of the weapons seriously affected his morale. Both sides used swords to chop each other, which was basically the loss of his soldiers. Even if they were lucky enough to cut on the opponent's armor, it would be difficult to achieve success. On the contrary, his side would be bleeding with one sword.

"Ah" Han Maozheng couldn't bear it. He held a spear and grabbed the war horse under his crotch and rushed towards the other party.

This battle

He was too frustrated and was subject to weapons and suffered losses everywhere. Han Maozheng wanted to kill to relieve his heart.

When Zheng Tu saw Han Maozheng riding a horse from afar, he pulled out his long sword from his waist and prepared to fight with him. Even if he was on the same steps, Zheng Tu had the confidence to kill the other party.

Just as he was about to rush out, Zheng Tu felt a pain in his waist for no reason. He remembered the scene of escaping from death last time. Now this scene seems to be completely unnecessary. He knows that there are many crossbows on his side, but he still dares to show off in this way, so he has to let him know what a cold arrow is.

Zheng Tu directly hung his waist knife, walked to a bed crossbow, commanded the crossbow, turned the arrow, and aimed at Han Maozheng who was riding his horse. At this time, he had killed two loyal and brave soldiers, and did not notice that he had become the target of public criticism.

"Shoot!" Zheng Tu shouted and pulled the trigger.

More than a dozen thick crossbow arrows passed through the crowd and ran towards Han Maozheng on the horse.

Han Maozheng, who was about to kill, caught a glimpse of a flying crossbow arrow at the corner of his eyes. It was too late to dodge and was about to become a hedgehog. What a good Han Maozheng, not only did he become a skill immediately, but his ability to respond immediately was also first-class. He fell directly to the horse and used the war horse as a barrier.

Although the accurate head of the bed crossbow is not very good, it can't stand it at most three or four times. Several crossbow arrows were shot on the horse, and the war horse was wailing and was directly shot to the ground, pressing against Han Maozheng who had just fallen to the ground.

A crisp "crunch" sound, Han Maozheng thought something was wrong, and then severe pain came, and his legs were obviously broken.

Fortunately, personal soldiers followed closely behind and quickly surrounded Han Maozheng to avoid dying under the ravages.

"Young man, without martial ethics, actually secretly fired a cold arrow." On the way back by his personal soldiers, Han Maozheng was thinking all over his mind, how could the other general do such a shameless thing?

As for Zheng Tu, who was secretly scolded by Han Maozheng, he didn't care about these things at all. After all, his troops were at a disadvantage. He carried a long sword and brought his personal soldiers to support him to resist the opponent's wave after wave of attacks.

Just as the two sides were fighting hard, a large number of rafts suddenly appeared on the water. It was Bai Yong, who led the fourth regiment, who set out before the other two, one step earlier.

"Quick, hurry, go to the east coast." Bai Yong held up his telescope and looked for a while. Good guy, he was fighting hard. This is a military achievement that is within reach. How could he miss it? The West Coast won't go first.

"General, the marquis asked us to land on the west coast." The personal soldiers scratched their heads. Would it be considered a disobedience to do so?

"Fuck, the third group was in a tough battle right in front of me. They were all brothers in robe. How could we abandon them?" Bai Yong was righteous. I was not trying to seize credit, but to save the brothers in robe who were in a tough battle. This was the right thing to do.

"The Fifth Regiment, which is in charge of the East Coast, is right behind and will arrive soon." The personal soldiers obviously hadn't turned around yet.

"Pa" directly slapped at something that was not open to eyes.

"So I told you to hurry up!"

Bai Yong couldn't help but roar, knowing that the fifth and seventh regiments were about to arrive, and if he didn't get ashore, he would have no chance.

Everyone under his command was startled and immediately accelerated toward the east coast.

Thousands of rafts approached, and such a huge movement was not only Zheng Tu, but also Han Maozheng, who had broken legs opposite him, and of course, the mood of the two sides was a world of difference.

"Get out

!" Han Maozheng sighed to the sky, and there was no more power to turn the sky back. Next, what he should do was to defend Qingyang Town and wait for reinforcements.

"Roll!" Before the raft was shored, Bai Yong jumped and jumped directly into the river. The water was only deep at his knees, and he wades directly past the enemy on the shore.

The soldiers under their command followed suit and rushed forward desperately, for fear that they would not be able to earn the credit if they were too late.

The soldiers of the Zhangwu Army were not stupid. They saw that the opponent was like reinforcements pounced by hungry wolf, and they turned around and ran away. Some of them were even more unbearable, and they threw their weapons away, hoping to run faster.

"General Bai, thank you for coming to help!" Zheng Tu touched the sweat on his face, turned to see Bai Yong. The man was shouting, and flashed past him with a group of screaming personal soldiers.

Bai Yong seemed to have not heard it, without stopping at all, just rushing forward.

"General Bai has a grudge against the other party?" Zheng Tu was a little confused. He had never seen him so active on weekdays.

"General, these are all rewards and military merits." The personal soldiers looked at the Zhangwu army who was retreating in a hurry, and the formation was already chaotic. Bai Yong rushed with his men, which was like catching a pig.

"I'll go, brothers come with me and wipe out the enemy." Zheng Tu, who was originally thinking of the defeated enemy, slapped his head. The situation was not small, but big, so of course he had to do everything.

Han Maozheng, who was carried by his subordinates, had his face turned pale. The enemy troops were full of chicken blood in the distance, and they had scattered their formation, which could not form an effective barrier at all. The next thing was to collapse.

"General, get on the horse!" A lieutenant drove the horse and arrived in front of Han Mao's campaign, dismounted and prepared to help him up.

"I am incompetent, I'm sorry for my brothers." Han Maozheng was very ashamed. It was really embarrassing to drive the horse away by himself.

"The general was injured in the ambush of the enemy. Only by returning to Qingyang Town to preside over the overall situation can the enemy stop the pace. Doing so is not to be afraid of death, but to keep a useful body and reimburse the court." The captain cursed in his heart, "Don't be so sensational, and if he doesn't leave, everyone will die here.

Since there were steps to go down, Han Maozheng no longer refused. With the help of his personal soldiers, he turned over the horse. Fortunately, he was good at riding, even if he broke one leg, he could still ride a horse. He immediately shook the reins and the horse accelerated and ran forward.

“My day…”

The captain cursed in his heart. It turned out that he was planning to ride a war horse with Han Maozheng, but he didn't expect that he would just leave and keep himself.

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, the captain threw his helmet and long sword and ran towards the mountain next to him. If the armor was not too difficult to take off, he would have thrown them all clean.

Originally, the personal soldiers who followed Han Maozheng also followed suit. They ran on the road and were caught up sooner or later. Only by entering the mountains could they escape and ascend to heaven.

"Stop!" Bai Yong, panting, shouted at the woods in front of him, and the entire Zhongyong army stopped. Once he entered the mountains, it would be useless if there were too many people. If the other party was familiar with the terrain, he would definitely suffer casualties.

"Clean the battlefield and catch more prisoners." Hundreds of people fled into the mountains. Bai Yong said in a pity that they were all good laborers, so they could use them immediately by building a bridge.
Chapter completed!