Chapter 333 Death or Life

Chapter 333 Death or Life

Chapter 333 Death or Life
"prick!"

"prick!"

"prick!"

With roars, the sharp spears in the gaps of the fence stabbed out rhythmically and pierced fiercely into the bodies of the Luchuan army that was rushing over!
The Indians before me had no armor on their bodies, no weapons in their hands, but courage in their hearts.

But courage is vulnerable in front of the sharp spear!
Can only be pierced mercilessly.

Every time the spear thrust into the target, there would be splashes of blood and the sound of flesh stirring.
That's because when the soldiers thrust their spears into the enemy's body, they would twist the spears with force, using the diamond-shaped tip of the spear to cause maximum damage.

Every time the spears charged, bloody holes would appear on the Luchuan soldiers near the fence, and then they would fall to the ground dejectedly.

The strange thing is that what appeared in their eyes was not regret or fear.

Instead, there was a deep sense of relief, and some even had smiles on their lips.

In the darkness, with spears everywhere and shouts of killing shaking the sky,

Such a smile makes people shudder.

But no matter what, the soldiers guarding the southern fence would not let these Luchuan people get close.
Even ghosts and gods must be kept out!

The defense on the south side is not only spears, but also stone mines and thunder bombs.

More than a hundred soldiers were behind the fence.
He lit the stone mine with a tinder, and then threw it over the fence with all his strength.

Exploded in the crowd!

Violent explosions sounded at the same time, blowing away countless people.
The scene was extremely bloody, but the people of Luchuan still did not stop!

As more and more people came over, they swarmed in like locusts, almost ignoring their own people in front of them!
This also resulted in many people being squeezed against the fence.
The spear pierced and stirred it again and again.

Even if the chest is shattered to pieces, the eyes are lifeless, and life is long gone, I cannot leave!

Just because more and more people are crowding over!
This situation suddenly occurred in less than half a quarter of an hour!
Soon, a small hill seemed to have built up in front of the fence.
The rocks and foundation stones on the mountain were nothing but corpses of Indians!
The face is hideous, the body is twisted,
They were crowded together, looking hideous and terrifying.

But they had smiles on their faces, which only made it seem a little weird!
On the west wall, Zuo Shitai looked towards the south from the edge with a serious expression on his face.
He watched as the crowd grew taller and taller. At this moment, the mountain was already half a meter high.

I understand why these Luchuan people don't bring siege equipment.
'Indians' are their siege weapons.

The battle was raging, arrows were flying like a forest,
Every volley would bring down dozens of people.
But it still couldn't stop the Indians who kept pouring in!

For some reason, Zuo Shitai felt a little uneasy when he saw this scene.
The determination of Luchuan people was so great that he hesitated.
Are these people in front of me elites or just fools?
No matter what, such scenes on the south side cannot be allowed to continue!
If we allow the mountains of people to pile up like this,

A fence is not a wall, it will collapse sooner or later!

By then, it will be a fight of one's life or another.

After taking a deep breath, Zuo Shitai waved his hand vigorously and spoke loudly:
"Send the flag, cavalry charge, go through the east gate! Block the crowd!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the messengers shouted loudly and waved the flags in their hands in the sky.
Zuo Shitai hurried back to the middle section of the west city wall and looked down!

There were not many Indians here, and the Luchuan army not far away also stayed far away to avoid the arrows that were shot at them.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Shitai decisively gave orders and shouted to the people below:

"Wei Feng, open the side door, coordinate with the cavalry to go out and meet the enemy, and intercept the enemy on the south side!"

"Wang Qiang, your troops must defend and not move!"

The messenger ran down the city wall quickly with the military order, waving the flag in his hand.

The next moment, the South City Gate, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened.

Wei Feng led his troops and rushed out.

"kill!!!!"

Instantly, fierce shouts of killing rang out.

More than a thousand people rushed out and quickly advanced towards the southern fence.
As the Ming army left the camp, both the Luchuan army and the Indians were shocked.
Before they could react, more than a thousand soldiers had already charged into the crowd swarming in from the south.
It was like a sudden river water, crashing into the stream without hesitation.

More than a thousand armored soldiers swung their swords wantonly, and every strike would take a life.

The Indians fell like wheat being cut.

The crowds that were originally rushing towards the battlefield were blocked in an instant, and the stream was cut off in the middle!

The speed at which the Indians approached the fence finally slowed down.

Seeing this, the armored soldiers in the rear rushed up with long swords in hand without any hesitation!
"Stop the enemy, stop the enemy!!"

Zuo Shitai's voice rang out on the west city wall.
The soldiers in the camp pulled their crossbows and longbows to full length and released them without hesitation.
Many arrows drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then fell heavily.

Stab into the bodies of those Luchuan soldiers who wanted to rush forward!
Compared to the Indians, the Luchuan people are much more afraid of death.

Seeing the arrows stuck in the ground ahead, they were afraid to move forward.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Feng wanted to lead his soldiers to kill all the Indians gathered here.

From west to east!

Although some Indians flocked to it,

But the arrows from the sky never stopped falling, creating a gap in the battlefield that was already stained with blood!
The offensive was blocked, and General Luchuan seemed to have issued an order.

The drumbeats became intense again and started beating loudly!
The Luchuan soldiers who received the military order became brave again.
He rushed forward quickly with a long knife in hand and without looking back, hoping to avoid the incoming arrows by moving flexibly and using speed!
At this moment, the sound of loud horse hooves rang out, and a team of nearly two hundred cavalrymen rushed out!

Accompanying them were two hundred cavalrymen hiding in the woods on the east side!
After the two sides converged on the reclaimed flat land, they merged in an instant.
He Chenye took the lead and charged forward.

There was unstoppable excitement in his eyes. After waiting for so long, he could finally take advantage of the situation.

"kill!!"

Shouts and cries of killing came one after another, along with the rolling sound of horses’ hooves!

The Luchuan soldiers who were still charging were suddenly stopped.
There was more fear in their eyes, and their bodies became more hesitant.

Looking at the cavalry rushing towards him from a distance, he couldn't decide whether to advance or retreat for a moment!

At this moment, the crossbow arrows that had been shooting in the sky suddenly stopped, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air disappeared.
The disappearance of these sounds made Luchuan Bing feel relieved and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon they realized that
It’s not that the Ming people have run out of bows and arrows, but that they are making way for the cavalry!

The night is as dark as ink, the stars are hidden,
In the complete darkness, only the cold light emitted by the swords on the battlefield occasionally broke through the silent night sky.

The cavalry rushed past quickly and fiercely like ghosts in the dark night.

He Chenye kept waving the long sword in his hand with a happy smile on his face.
"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Ming cavalry, charge and kill without stopping!!"

The sound of horses' hooves, the clash of weapons, and the dull sound of falling to the ground intertwined together.
Echoing in this land long ago shrouded in death!

The horses rushed forward in the confusion of the army,

Their huge eyes burned with fighting spirit, and every time their iron hooves fell, a Luchuan soldier wailed and fell down.

They spared no effort and stomped their hooves hard on the ground, breaking bones and crushing flesh.

Although the night was dark, it could not conceal the strong smell of blood.

The soldiers on horseback followed the galloping horses, their bodies rising and falling.
Every time he swung his sword, he gathered all his strength.

Under the blessing of the momentum, the long sword is like the sickle of death.

Wherever they passed, either death or disability,

The body was torn apart by the blade, arms and heads flew everywhere, blood gushed out.

Make the originally sticky battlefield become diluted again!
When the cavalry charged past, the Ming infantry naturally would not be idle either.
The Santai guards led by Wei Feng quickly killed the separated Indians!

Then they began to clean up the bodies piled up by the fence.

Work in groups of two, lift the body and throw it far away!
In a short while, they threw out hundreds of corpses.

The originally towering mountain of people suddenly weakened!
Wei Feng looked back and saw the cavalry circling in the distance, ready to charge back.

He decisively ordered:
"Retreat to the camp and wait for the next opportunity!"

The soldiers did not answer, but focused all their energy on retreating.
They moved quickly along the wooden fence,
Clear out the blocking enemy troops and the confused Indians, and return to the west city wall!

The side door opened quietly and soldiers swarmed in!

Arrows continued to rain down from the sky, blocking the enemy and buying time for the soldiers to retreat!

In the battle in the dark, there are no fancy moves, only long-term training and tacit understanding.

Even if the military camp does not have a complete garrison,
But that's what good soldiers and generals are like, they know what to do and when.

When more than a thousand soldiers returned to the camp, the gates were slammed shut.

Soldiers holding spears immediately followed and inserted their spears into the cracks between the bricks and stones.
Waiting for the enemy to come forward and stab out! After the cavalry led by He Chenye returned from the charge,
The original structure is still maintained.
Half returned to the camp through the east gate, and the other half rushed into the forest on the east side!

After two quarters of an hour of fighting, things calmed down at this moment, and it seemed that there was no difference from before.
It was still Luchuan attacking and the Ming army defending.

But the corpses in Luchuan were scattered all over the ground, like fallen leaves in autumn.

According to rough estimates, Luchuan suffered more than a thousand casualties in less than an hour of fighting.

Such speed caught Zuo Shitai on the city wall off guard and he could hardly hide his excitement!
Luchuan had been coming at him aggressively before, and he thought he had some new tricks up his sleeve.
I didn't expect that it was just like that and the first wave of attacks was easily blocked.

This was exactly the same as when he followed Duke Ying to Yunnan a few years ago.
The people from the southwest and other ethnic groups look fierce and will not hesitate to kill.
But if a real fight breaks out, they'll be no match for it!
Looking at the many Luchuan soldiers retreating little by little,

Zuo Shitai snorted lightly, then roared:

"Soldiers rotate!"

"When defending, don't be stingy with your bows and crossbows and long arrows. Shoot as many as you can! The same goes for firearms!"

"Those who are not good at spears should quickly change their positions. Remember to keep rotating and conserve your strength!"

Then he shouted down below:

"Wang Qiang, take advantage of this opportunity and take people out to clean up the bodies on the south side of the fence!"

"Yes!"

Wang Qiang, who had been trembling with fear, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the many foreign soldiers of Dingyuan Guard, he felt emotional and realized that he could just clean up the battlefield.

The west gate opened, and Wang Qiang led his soldiers out.
When he came to the south, he saw the bodies of Indians scattered all over the ground.

They were dressed in tattered clothes and had no weapons in their hands, and they were just beheaded to death!

While Wang Qiang ordered the soldiers to carry the body, he shouted:
"Look, this is what happens when you work for the Luchuan people.

You are in the Ming army, you have food and drink.

I can wear armor and hold a sword, so I am not living better than them?"

Wang Qiang's voice reached the ears of many Indians.

This made them look complicated and their movements became faster.

"These Indians are all servile. As soon as the Luchuan people gave the order, they rushed forward.

They don't care about their own lives, they are treating your fellow tribesmen as abandoned pawns!"

"Listen, next time the Luchuan people attack,
You guys just yell at me,
Let those bastards come to their senses and turn around to fight the Luchuan people."

Wang Qiang knew the nature of the Indians very well.
They are so well-behaved on weekdays that you can treat them like dogs.
No matter how harshly they were criticized, beaten or scolded, they dared not resist.

But if someone starts a trouble, they have to get involved for some reason, as if they are venting and showing their presence.

Wang Qiang looked around, smelled the blood in the air, and couldn't help shaking his head.
On the ground, bodies were lying in all directions, some holding weapons tightly, some empty.
Some were shot by arrows, and the pain made them curl up in a ball.

In his hand was a breastplate taken from a Luchuan soldier.
Even though they could only protect their chests, they still held on tightly.

The blood dyed the surrounding wheat fields red, forming shocking red rivers of blood.

The smell of blood in the air makes people want to vomit.

This is what the battlefield is like, life is small and fragile and can withstand a single blow!
Just as Wang Qiang was feeling emotional and thinking about how much merit he could achieve this time,
He was awakened by the sudden shouting and screaming!
He looked up and saw that the Luchuan soldiers who had been slowly retreating back into the mountains and forests in front of them had started attacking again.

The Indians were still scrambling to be in the front as they did in the past, as if the recent decline was gone at all!
Wang Qiang's face changed drastically and he waved his hand quickly:
"Retreat, retreat, retreat!!"

Zuo Shitai on the west wall responded immediately.

Military orders were issued one after another, and the messengers continued to run, as if repeating what they had just done!
After repelling the first wave of attacks, all the soldiers felt very confident.

At this moment, he clenched his weapon tightly, with excitement and momentum on his face.
They even hoped that the Luchuan soldiers in front would run faster!

But soon, Zuo Shitai, who was standing on the west wall, noticed something was wrong and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Suddenly, dense lights appeared in the darkness ahead.

Like stars in the dark night, shining brightly!
Taking out a telescope to check, one can see Indians running fast with tense faces.
When they ran, they only looked at their feet, not in front of them or above their heads. They ran with vigorous steps and jumped back and forth between the corpses.

What is eye-catching is the torches in their hands!
Zuo Shitai immediately understood what they wanted to do and shouted:
"Crossbowmen gather on the southern battlefield and fire in batches!"

"Wei Feng, Fang Yuxuan! Prepare to leave the village to meet the enemy."

"Yes!"

Fang Yuxuan was one of the two thousand households responsible for guarding the south side.

The Indians were clearly charging in with all their might,

Use your body and flesh to carry the torch to the fence
At this moment, we have no choice but to leave the village to meet the enemy!

The battlefield became fierce again.

The two sides fought back and forth, neither side gave in, and used various means!!
Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, three hours had passed.
The sky was still dark, but a glimmer of light could be seen faintly.
The corpses surrounding the Youyu tribe’s camp were piled up densely, layer upon layer, almost covering the entire grassland.

If such achievements were made in normal times,

Zuo Shitai couldn't help laughing out loud.
But at this moment, he could only feel deep fatigue!
what happened?

Why are Indians not afraid of death?

The number of Indians killed or wounded outside the military camp was no less than 4,000.
But they still rushed forward as always,

To die, to retreat, to advance, to die, to retreat,

Repeated cycle.
Zuo Shitai had already descended from the west city wall.

He was now standing in front of the burnt south fence, breathing heavily.

After six attacks, the fence was finally burned down by the Indians who set themselves on fire and rushed forward.

Outside the fence, the endless pile of corpses seemed to have formed a mountain of people!
Zuo Shitai looked around, and saw the soldiers within his sight.

Everyone was injured and their faces were full of fatigue.
After a night of continuous fighting, even with some rotations, they were already exhausted.

The Luchuan people on the opposite side seemed endless and didn't care about the huge casualties.

At this moment, an offensive has just ended.
The soldiers had a particularly hard time resisting, and some of them suffered heavy casualties.

But just as they were trying their best to recover their strength and thinking about how to stop the next wave of attacks,

The shouts and cries of killing rang out again across the mountains!
There was a hint of helplessness in Zuo Shitai's eyes, and he even showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

He cursed loudly:
"What the hell is this?"

The Luchuan soldiers surrounded them from all sides again, still covering the mountains and plains like locusts.

The leader is still the Indian, and he is as reckless as ever.

Zuo Shitai leaned on his long knife and pulled it out of the ground, raising it above his head, and shouted with all his strength:
"Meet the enemy!!!"

"Send a message to He Chenye to lead the cavalry to stop the enemy at all costs!"

"Wei Feng, Fang Yuxuan, Shi Feng, Wang Qiang, block the gap and don't let them break into the fortress!"

"Mobilize all civilians to climb the wall to defend against the enemy!!"

Less than half a quarter of an hour after the words were spoken,

From all directions, shouts of killing suddenly rang out, surging like a tide, tightly surrounding the entire camp.

The beating of war drums in the military camp was as dull and powerful as the heartbeat of an ancient giant beast!

The war begins.
Arrows rained down like rain, cutting through the sky and accurately shooting towards the enemy positions.

On the other side, there was also a dense rain of arrows in response, and the arrows from both sides collided with each other.

The war horses neighed, their hooves trampled the dust.
The soldiers brandished their weapons, like dragons in the raging waves, wading through a bloody path.

The entire camp has now turned into a Shura field.
Baptism of war, the sounds of shouting, weapons clashing, and horses neighing are intertwined together, and it is unknown when they will stop.

In the darkness in the distance, Aruta saw the lights in the distance were about to fall, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He just jumped straight off the branch, his huge body landed on the ground with a bang, and walked forward.

The weak Naxi hid his body, looked at the broad back, and asked:

"Where are you going?"

Aruta did not stop, but continued to walk forward. Only a cold voice came:

"Break the formation."

(End of this chapter)