"fire!"

The night became more and more intense, but in the mountains, the layers of Shu troops were like ghostly mountain monsters, constantly coming out, and the shadows in the fire were wrongly rushing towards Wang Hou.

Fortunately, the 4,000 gunpowder troops, the light infantry and cavalry of the rear army were no longer unprepared for defense, and they also chose a gentle mountain to retreat there. The thick Wei army was arranged into a long-range defense array of firearms. This was not within the encirclement, and the Shu army was not allowed to draw personnel to attack again, and it happened to become the target of the Wei army.

In front of the army, the wood tied together was quickly cut off and burned, and the fire illuminated the dark night. The red-eyed Shu army rushed over on the slope regardless of scattering. Seeing them rushing to the middle of the fire, the general commanding the General of the Light Infantry, Jiang Yiqu's grandson Jiang Fugui suddenly roared unpleasantly.

Hundreds of tiger squatting cannons sounded like beans. At the same time, thousands of double crossbows were also launched densely. Next to the fire, the shadows of Shu army were humming as if they were touched with electricity. Their bodies twisted violently unnaturally and violently, and then rolled down the mountain, collapsed on the ground, turning into warm corpses.

However, the Shu army obviously knew that the hillside guarded by this light infantry was the key to the annihilation battle tonight. Although the casualties were in troubled by artillery fire and crossbows, the Shu army was still brave and fearless in the night, and continued to rush forward with wooden shields. Several people even held this small wooden sign woven by branches.

Originally, the loading of the tiger squat cannon was slower than that of the flintlock rifle. Even if it was a powerful crossbow, its penetration was not as strong as the firearm. It was nailed to the wooden shield with a loud roar. The Wudang Flying Army of the Shu army rushed to the front with artillery fire.

"Kill!"

With a buzzing sound, he pulled out the ring-headed sword. Liaodong standard expression grinned. Jiang Fugui personally launched a charge. Following him, the soldiers in the front row gave up the tiger squatting cannon and also drew their swords and fought in the hands and feet. With the sound of metal handover, the front line suddenly slashed and slashed into a ball.

During night battle training, the Liangzhou Legion has to train once a night almost every week. He fought with the hand-to-hand combat, wearing mail, and a small round shield on his left arm is obviously more superior. Wang Hou saw with his own eyes that a light infantryman in his own side skillfully dodged the knife that the Wudang Flying Army barbarians cut down like the top of Mount Tai. The sharp ring-headed knife in his hand gently lifted upwards. With a crisp clicking sound, the blade cut off the tendons of the opponent's leg. Then, in his panic screams and screams, he stumbled and fell into the fire that ignited the lighting.

Immediately afterwards, another particularly shrill scream rang out.

For a moment, his command was not at a disadvantage, but even so, Wang Hou was still worried and stared at the mountain road under his feet. Half an hour ago, the screams and fighting were getting smaller and smaller, and gradually returned to silence. Then the Shu army began to gather troops to attack him.

Although more than an hour from afternoon to dusk, some of their subordinates escaped from the south, but it was just a drop in the bucket. The battlefield returned to silence, which means only one thing, that is, the eight thousand subordinates of their front army have been wiped out by Zhuge Liang as a member of the establishment.

Not to mention his feelings for his own troops, just Wang Hou has the policy of leaving the elite troops, every elite commander trained almost with the same weight of copper coins. This is enough to make Wang Hou feel heartbroken and tremble. In any case, his Liangzhou Corps was crippled.

Now Wang Hou really has the urge to slap himself twice. At the same time, he imitated Augustus and yelled at himself: Bastard! Return it to our legion!

However, just as Wang Hou felt sad and soaked peanuts in his heart, the battle situation gradually turned back to the Wei army after experiencing the collapse of the afternoon. He mobilized the troops in the dark. Even Zhuge Liang did it very hard. He could mobilize the Wei army outside the encirclement, and had a very limited vitality. In the anxiety of the battlefield, in the mountain road illuminated by the fierce flames, a particularly rough roar suddenly sounded again. In the heavy and dense sound of footsteps, another group of Wei army carried the banner and rushed to the battlefield.

It was the third mixed brigade of Liaodong, who had been serving in Guanzhong, who followed the Liangzhou Corps and served in Guanzhong. The general of the brigade, Wang Aobai, personally pulled out his sword to charge. The Chinese-style soldiers with the same strong personality rushed from the road to the battlefield on the slope of the hillside like fire. Next to the fire, they also joined the hand-to-hand sword and hit the battlefield.

Even if they were Chineseized, they did not hide the strong character of these Marines. In particular, they had undergone extra strict training and combat effectiveness, they were far superior to the southern barbarians of the same hunting nation. Especially Wang Aobai, who had replaced Wei Yan after entering the Liaodong Military Academy for further study, was really a killing machine. He roared and waved a specially-heavy and lengthened ring-headed knife like the one in Liaodong Windmill Mill. As long as he was hit, even Wudang Feijun had to put down his arm and thigh.

With the addition of this new force, the Shu army that was struck by the forest battlefield was obviously unable to withstand it. They left hundreds of corpses and retreated to the dense forest in a hurry.

The bloody day of this day was gradually fading into silence as the Shu army retreated.

In the dark night, although nearly 10,000 were still on the battlefield, Wang Hou still rationally did not order a counterattack, stationed the remaining 4,000 Liangzhou Corps and the 6,000 Mixed Brigade that followed him on the hillsides on both sides. He was really beaten into a frightened bird. He kept burning wood all night, lit a huge bonfire, and defending the left and right wings of his corps.

No one slept well that night, and the hustle and bustle of the Shu army in the dense forest to the south continued until the second half of the night, and then it calmed down. I wonder if Zhuge Liang was satisfied with the results of today.

The next morning, just as the morning light shone clearly in the mountains and valleys, the Wei army was once again furious and embarked on the road.

This time, Wang Hou was much more alert. The 500-man light infantry also drew some special training vanguards with wolf smoke. They are currently circulating and surveying on both sides of the army's road and are the first to go ten miles. Once they encounter an ambush in the Shu army, they will ignite the wolf smoke to warn the army behind.

In the rear, the Liaodong Cavalry Regiment, which was commanded by Zhao Yun, also followed. The narrow mountain road could only be arranged in a long and narrow formation of four people in a row. The entire army carefully moved forward again.

Looking at the miserable appearance along the way, Wang Hou's tears were almost overwhelming!
Chapter completed!