Nanming Engineer

Chapter 170 Massacre
The number of Wang Xiang's charge was 500. After being shot away by the crossbowmen, 500 people charged forward, and the remaining [-] armored spearmen followed Ren Du's team.

On the front of Wang Huan, there are 500 people led by Zu Bian, and there are 500 people on the two wings holding crossbows and shooting at the archers. , both sides are pawns facing each other.

To be honest, it was very unexpected that the battle ended like this. Wang Xiang’s tactics are not problematic. If the opponent is Zhang Xianzhong’s men, the battle may be over by this time. Five thousand against three thousand. The cavalry, the opponents are all infantry with spears, how did they end up in this field?Wang Xiang has not figured it out yet.

It seemed that there was a burst of crossbow arrows shooting wildly at first, and then an inexplicable explosion. My most powerful anti-injury unit and fastest assault unit disappeared, and the confused ones disappeared.

Wang Xiang didn't want to think about it anymore, he just wanted to be like a martial artist, holding a big knife and beheading the heads of Shizhu barbarians one by one. Compared with fighting, he must be better, after all, they are all veterans who have fought old battles, Shizhu How many battles have the barbarians fought?Will you tremble when you see blood?

Several of his personal soldiers, with their upper body naked and sweating profusely, beat the cowhide drum with a thick wooden mallet, and the drums beat faster and faster, stimulating the consciousness of the soldiers.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The pawns roared, blushing and sprinting in huge strides. It was less than thirty steps away, and the ten-foot-long spears were about to collide with the even more exaggerated giant horse-repelling guns of the opponent, blood and iron. The collision is about to begin.

Zu Bian reached out to pull out the feather arrow on his shoulder, spat viciously, and then howled out a word: "Throw!"

The captains echoed in unison: "Throw it!"

The white-robed soldiers in the third row bent down and stretched their arms, and said in unison at the same time: "Throw it!" One after another, the exterminator bombs came out of their hands, and the sparking fuses were like twinkling stars, full of beauty in the smoky battlefield. It fell to Wang Xiangjun's feet with a puff of smoke.

Another [-] extermination bombs exploded collectively, like a volcanic eruption, and Wang Xiang, who fell a dozen steps behind, witnessed a display of yellow gunpowder.

The flames and mud that burst out instantly enveloped the formation of more than 2000 people. Many people turned into pieces of flesh before they could even scream. But in the blink of an eye, a piece of flesh and blood was left behind.

The loud noise of the explosion deafened the ears of the living, as if a big gong was banging wildly around them, and they could not hear anything.

Wang Xiang's horse was frightened, and he stood up, almost throwing him off. It took a lot of effort for him to rein in the rein and turn the horse around forcibly.

His five hundred armored soldiers stopped at the same time, looked at each other in blank dismay, and dared not move forward in shock and fear.

"Junmen, did the barbarian plant explosives in the front too?" General Youbi ran over with his face covered in dirt, and shouted palely.

"No! It's impossible for barbarians to bury explosives." Wang Xiang could tell from the shape of his mouth that he was shouting something, but Wang Xiang followed the pawns and could clearly see that the explosion did not originate from the ground, but a stone pillar. The soldiers threw a batch of strange bamboo tubes, but those bamboo tubes looked no more than a foot long, but the size of a pen holder, how could it be so violent, it was comparable to the bombardment of a cannon.

The battlefield was temporarily quiet, except for the low groans of some wounded, there was no other sound.

The rising black gunpowder smoke flew high into the sky, and soon revealed a messy battlefield. The dense assault team of 500 people had disappeared, and there was not even a single person who could stand. Among the corpses, the wounded were crawling on the ground, crying and screaming.

Wang Xiang's last ray of hope was trampled under the feet of Kuizhou soldiers. In less than half an hour of fighting, the 100-odd barracks were wiped out, while the Kuizhou soldiers had only more than [-] casualties. Too tragic and unacceptable.

In particular, the tactics of the Kuizhou soldiers were unheard of. Nearly 5000 people were defeated by standing still. Except for more than half of the [-] archers, there were only [-] armored pikemen left.

Wang Xiang had forgotten to be angry, and stared blankly at the corpses after the gunpowder smoke cleared. The huge long knife was hanging powerlessly by his side, as lifeless as his master.

Five hundred armored soldiers, like people who lost their souls, also stood there in a daze, surrounded Wang Xiang, at a loss.

The soldiers who beat the drums were a few big men. At this time, the drums stopped and they stood on the tall drum stand and stared round their eyes. I don't know whether they were stunned by the explosion or by the corpses of the soldiers who died tragically.

500 people stood there in dead silence.

The archers on both sides who had already retreated a long way began to turn around and run desperately.

The brief calm was quickly broken by shouts and footsteps. The Kuizhou soldiers spread their wings, and white robed soldiers surrounded them from both sides. Judging from their posture, they intended to surround Wang Xiang and his five hundred soldiers.

Dozens of Wang Huan's only cavalry also rode their horses around from the left flank to block Wang Xiang's back.

Wang Xiang's ears were still buzzing, and his mind was blank. How can we fight this battle?He doesn't know anymore.

The loyal bodyguard pulled his horse's head and shouted eagerly. Regardless of his reaction, he beat the horse desperately and retreated. At this time, he had to escape, otherwise no one would survive.

The Kuizhou soldiers in the front shouted chant, and stepped neatly, stepping on the flesh and blood on the ground, and pressed towards the five hundred armored spearmen forming a small square formation.

If they didn't run away at this time, they could definitely be called strong soldiers. Those who dared to attack brazenly when surrounded by 3000 people were all dead soldiers, but it was obvious that Wang Xiang's servants were not dead soldiers.

I don't know who was the first to react. He let out a cry and dropped his spear and turned around and ran. The people next to him immediately woke up and turned to follow.

Wang Xiang was surrounded by his own soldiers, and he was still running wildly in the midst of the defeat. He was still in a dream, and in his confused eyes, he seemed to be reminiscing about the inexplicable battle just now.

The infantry without horses can't run that fast, and the double-layer armor worn on the body is a life-saving barrier, but now it has become a drag on the desperate. He put on his vest and faced his own armored soldier, holding a white wax pole spear in his hand, and poking forward.

The blade of the white wax pole spear is sharp, and the horizontal iron hook can be cut or cut. With each stab and hook, it slips through the neck without armor protection and wipes the neck. Hehe" with a sound, his hands were feebly scratching in the air, and then he fell to the ground and died.

Occasionally, a few desperate soldiers turned around and wanted to kill one to earn back their money, but they were stabbed to the ground by several long spears at the same time, and the iron rings at the end of the guns fell down one after another, killing him in a short time.

Zu Bian and others used the horse-repelling guns used by the former army. The body of the gun was huge and long like a beam. Within ten steps, the chain mail can't resist the penetrating power of the crossbow, and once it hits it, one person will be left behind, either dead or injured.

The 500 armored soldiers were hunted down like wildfire, and only a few who saw the opportunity ran early and fast, and rushed into the woods with Pao Ze behind him acting as a dead ghost.

However, Wang Xiang was unable to escape into the forest under the escort of more than [-] cavalry soldiers, so he had to run along the official road. Fortunately, their horses were fast, and the Kuizhou soldiers on foot could not catch up.

At this time, Wang Xiang had come to his senses, the fear of death overcame the depression of defeat, he beat his hips desperately, just trying to escape quickly.

The distance was getting wider and wider, and he was about to leave Kuizhou to pursue the soldiers, but Wang Xiang's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he saw a row of white-robed soldiers on horseback waiting in front of them.

These people were the Kuizhou cavalrymen whom he called young children. At this time, they were standing in front of him, blocking the way, and each of them held a mountain-destroying crossbow, facing him quietly.

Thirty or so people panicked for a while, and after seeing that there were only about fifty cavalry blocking the way, they calmed down a little bit, and Wang Xiang's eyes regained a bit of violence.

"Rush over and kill them!" Wang Xiang raised the huge long knife. From the beginning to the end of the battle, he only used the long knife to chop off one of his own people. His courage suddenly strengthened: "Only by breaking through can we survive, follow me to kill!"

The soldiers drew their knives and raised their guns one after another, followed behind Wang Xiang with shouts, kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and rushed up like an arrow off the string.

The white-robed soldiers remained motionless, sitting upright on their horses without any fear. They carefully looked at the charging cavalry and triggered the crossbow.

Arrows are like locusts, people are like pieces of paper.

A few cavalrymen were very clever, they took advantage of the opportunity and ran to both sides, avoided the rain of arrows, rode away desperately, and escaped a way out.

Wang Xiang was hit by more than a dozen arrows at the same time, who told him to rush first?

His horse screamed and fell to the ground, rolling to death. His knife escaped from his hands and was stuck in the mud with the record of cutting down one of his own men but not one of the enemies.

And his body was pressed under by the horse, one foot was caught in the stirrup, and he couldn't pull it out. His eyes were wide open, his body twitched for a while, and he died.

(End of this chapter)