Chapter 317 Ghost!

Chapter 317 Ghost! (Additional chapter for the leader of the alliance, Peerless and Ordinary)

Attack for half an hour!
This is an order from above.

More than 6,000 young men from Xiangcheng were divided into three groups, waiting tremblingly for the opportunity to go into battle.

The first group of two thousand people have already rushed forward.

The front row held large shields and swords, followed by archers, and there were also archers on both sides.

Sword and shield soldiers and archers mostly come from the powerful troops.

There are not many aristocratic families in Xiangcheng, but there are still many powerful people.

A group of people were lost during the fighting among the kings, and another group was lost during the Wang Mi Rebellion. Now this group of people are the last powerful people in Xiangcheng.

They don't want to fight and don't want to waste their own capital.

The vacant fields and houses of the powerful people who had died or fled south in the past were distributed to the soldiers of the Silver Spear Army.

These trackers and coolies, who were penniless, suddenly became wealthy people. They then rallied closely around the Marquis of Chen, and were coerced by force to mobilize their private troops and farmhands to fight for him.

What do you feel? Nothing, only grief and anger!
This world is really not a place for human beings to live!

Of course, they selectively forgot that it was the Marquis of Chen who won several battles on both sides of the Ru River and saved Xiangcheng from being harmed by Wang Mi.

People are forgetful, especially when it comes to their own fundamental interests.

The first two thousand men advanced under a hail of arrows, shouting and cheering.

Li Zhong climbed onto a high platform and observed carefully.

"The arrows shot by the enemy army are a bit strange, as if they are out of strength." said Qin San, the leader of the Yamen Army.

"What's so strange about that?" Gao Yi sneered and said, "It's obvious that he's a new archer. Or maybe he used a hunting bow before and is not used to the hard bows used in the army."

"Master Gao is right." Li Zhong smiled and said, "Wancheng is an important city in the country. There are many weapons in the armory. After being seized by the bandits, they must have been distributed to the various camps. The bandits don't have that many archers, and they don't know how to use good bows. You can see how difficult it is to train an archer by looking at the training of the Silver Spear Army."

Everyone nodded.

In fact, the two things that Marquis Chen relied on the court the most were money, food, and military equipment.

The most in-demand items in military equipment are various consumables, especially arrows and bowstrings.

Practicing infantry bows consumes a lot of energy, and the production of the craftsman camp in Guangchengze is not enough. In addition to battlefield spoils, they mainly rely on the court to provide them.

Without these daily consumptions and a few years, you cannot train a qualified archer.

The soldiers of the Silver Spear Army carried a bow tip with three sets of strings and a quiver containing thirty arrows. This gave us a glimpse of the huge consumption of the archers.

These thieves before us have seized the Wancheng armory, but are unable to make effective use of those good things. This is truly a waste of resources.

While they were talking, the first wave of young men who rushed forward had already reached the outskirts of the camp, climbed over the makeshift antlers made of branches, crossed the shallow trench, and then put up long ladders on the camp wall.

On the other side, some people were filling up the trench in front of the camp gate, setting up hooks, tying ropes, and starting to pull hard.

Throughout the process, casualties are inevitable.

With such a dense crowd, the enemy could still achieve some success even if they could not shoot arrows.

The men of Xiangcheng fell to the ground one after another, and blood flowed like a river.

The first wave of two thousand people quickly retreated.

The Yamen Army quickly moved out and captured dozens of the fastest runners, beheading them on the spot regardless of their identities.

The remaining young and strong men were taken in and reorganized.

The second group of two thousand people followed soon after.

This time they pulled the camp gate to the ground, and some of them climbed up the camp wall, fought with the enemy for several rounds, and then collapsed again.

The third batch followed.

They focused their attack on the broken camp gate and fought their way in, but were quickly pushed out by the enemy.

This group of people was pretty good. After regrouping outside, they rushed forward again, removed the obstacles that the enemy had piled up in front of the camp gate, and fought repeatedly. After a long time, their morale collapsed and they fled. This group of people were mostly powerful and well-organized, so it was not surprising that they fought like this.

Half an hour had already passed. With the sound of gongs, the Xiangcheng soldiers who had suffered heavy losses retreated to rest.

No more fighting today.

The survivors cried with joy. For them, this was probably the longest half hour in their lives, with the sounds of arrows piercing the air and the screams of their fellow countrymen filling their ears.

During the battle at the camp gate, many people were trembling, weak and powerless, and subconsciously wanted to escape. As a result, they were pushed forward, and when they reached the enemy, they could not even lift their swords and were stabbed to death.

Perhaps the only meaning of their existence is to consume some of the enemy's physical strength.

The generals of the Yamen Army on the high platform remained calm and composed as they watched.

Without any pause, the auxiliary troops composed of Luyang Tuntian Army began to charge.

The first batch involved a total of 3,000 people.

They have relatively strong fighting spirit and certain rules. Officers above the rank of sergeant wear leather armor, and there are even small-scale professional archers.

When they rushed to the camp gate, they faced the dense barrage of arrows and charged forward without caring about casualties.

The camp gate was filled with corpses, and there were also many obstacles such as baggage carts and deer horns. Both sides could not form a battle formation and had to rely entirely on personal courage to fight.

Screams were heard everywhere and corpses were piling up at an astonishing speed.

The battle line continued to move inward.

Seeing this, Li Chong on the high platform decisively sent in the second batch of 2,000 people, who rushed in shouting along the gap torn open by the first batch of auxiliary troops.

The enemy also continued to mobilize troops to reinforce the most intense fighting, so the defense forces in other directions inevitably weakened.

At least, there weren't many reinforcements behind the camp wall.

Li Chong estimated the time and directly ordered the two commanders of the Yamen Army, Gao Yi and Zheng Dong, to lead a thousand soldiers each to attack the east side of the bandit camp.

The leader of the group, Qin San, led a thousand soldiers to attack the west side of the bandit camp.

In this way, the east, north and west sides were besieged, leaving only one place on the south side for the enemy to escape, which is the so-called "surround three and leave one".

The battle is becoming increasingly fierce.

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Peng Ling was the second batch of reinforcements, following the noisy crowd, moving forward mechanically and numbly. The camp gate was littered with corpses, a horrible sight.

Especially near several supply wagons, the density of corpses was jaw-dropping.

It seemed that some people wanted to remove these obstacles, while others tried desperately to stop them. The two sides fought repeatedly, and casualties continued to be suffered. In the end, the rebel army collapsed and gave up.

The shouting and screaming in front suddenly became louder.

Peng Ling looked carefully and saw that it was the enemy general leading his elite soldiers in a counterattack.

This group of people were fierce and cruel, and were well-equipped. Wherever they passed, there were constant screams and cries of pain.

Blood splattered everywhere.

A human head rolled under my feet.

Arrows were flying overhead, densely packed.

Peng Ling's expression did not change much. He had long wanted to die, and he did not even know why he came to fight this battle.

Well, considering that he has eaten Chen Hou’s food for a few days, I’ll give his life back to him.

An arrow flew from the front.

He didn't even blink, and walked forward courageously.

An arrow pierced through his ear and a scream was heard behind him.

Peng Ling took the ring-handled knife and chopped off the neck of an enemy soldier who was killing his comrades.

Blood gushed out and the enemy soldier fell down without a sound.

He stepped forward, identified another target, and slashed down with the ring-handled sword.

To outsiders, his movements were completely random, with gaps all over his body. If an experienced fighter came over, he could kill him with one move.

But on the battlefield, where is the chance for you to calmly display your skills?

Thousands of people were fighting in a group, everyone was shouting, their faces were distorted and ferocious, and they couldn't use their abilities.

Only those who have experienced countless wars and have become indifferent to life and death can calmly use their hard-earned skills to kill people in the most labor-saving and precise way.

Peng Ling has already achieved the point of being indifferent to life and death, but he has no special skills and only knows how to hack and kill indiscriminately.

Chop, chop, chop!
Kill kill kill!

Just treat this man as a corrupt official. With one cut of the knife, blood will cover his head and face. It feels so good, so good!
Peng Ling even licked the blood at the corner of his mouth. The "sweet" taste made him laugh uncontrollably.

Cut your mother!

With another blow of the sword, the enemy's arm was severed at the elbow.

Peng Ling frowned, not having succeeded in killing this incompetent official.

Another blow!

There seemed to be a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, but he was too lazy to care about it. He caught up with the enemy soldier with a broken elbow, grabbed his head, and slashed it with his sword. More blood gushed out.

Peng Ling bathed in the blood intoxicatedly. He felt all the pores in his body opened up and he wanted to moan in comfort.

Another damn official was killed, what a relief!

It’s not enough, it’s not enough!

He pushed the corpses aside and rushed towards the area where the enemy soldiers were most concentrated, laughing loudly.

Seeing Peng Ling covered in blood but still smiling, the enemy were horrified as if they had seen a ghost.

Some people were so scared that they peed themselves and their bodies went limp and they were about to fall to the ground.

"Puff!" The ring-handled sword mercilessly cut his neck.

The enemy troops not far away saw this and became very agitated.

When his comrades saw this, their morale was greatly boosted, and they all followed Peng Ling and advanced in a noisy manner.

"Ghost!" Some enemy soldiers threw away their weapons and turned to flee.

More people followed suit and dispersed to the rear and sides.

The morale of the soldiers of the Tuntian Army reached its peak. They rushed forward and chased the enemy and hacked them fiercely.

At this moment, loud shouts of killing rang out simultaneously from the east and west sides of the camp.

The Yamen troops, who had been gathering their strength for a long time, fought bravely.

The battle line was deadlocked for only an incense stick of time and soon moved into the village.

The soldiers of the Yamen Army jumped off the camp wall one after another, killed the enemy troops at the camp gate, opened the camp gate, and welcomed their comrades outside in.

At this point in the battle, there was no suspense anymore.

The bandit troops, attacked from multiple directions, saw their morale plummet, their fighting spirit drastically reduced, and they were at a loss as to what to do.

A moment later, the south camp gate burst open, and a team of cavalry guarding Hou Tuo fled in panic.

"Hou has taken off!"

"Don't leave, Hou Tuo!"

"Hou Tuo has left, why don't you surrender?"

The government troops shouted in unison while chasing the demoralized enemy troops.

Some people didn't listen and ran away for their lives.

Some people dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and begged for their lives.

More people were running around, falling into hysteria.

But in any case, the organized resistance is gone and the battle has entered its final stage.

(End of this chapter)