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Chapter three hundred and fifty fifth meeting on a narrow road

Dong Zunhui led his troops to set up wooden ladders and went into the thick smoke. He almost didn't fight much, as if he just went in to clean up the battlefield. The Shu army was in great numbers behind the fort, and the rest were defeated. Dong Zunhui led his troops to chase a mile and easily seized several defensive barriers of the Shu soldiers.

Upon hearing the news, Guo Shao led a group of troops to reinforce, while the people behind rushed to build roads and fill trenches.

The smoke was very big, and Guo Shao couldn't see the situation clearly when he passed through the Shu army fortress, and there was no resistance anyway. He thought it would be better if he didn't look at it, but this method was a bit of a loss of integrity. But it was indeed the fastest way, at least it could avoid greater casualties in his army. It is said that Zhuge Liang did a fire-burning vine armored soldier back then, which damaged his life, and he didn't know whether it was true or not.

The smoke of gunpowder gradually became sparse when looking back, the thick smoke had already spread to the river surface, covering the water surface with a piece of white smoke, as if there was suddenly fog.

The sight of the river in the west was very light. Guo Shao walked for a while and could see a dark thing on the river from afar. It was too far away and looked down on what it was, but there was a long time ago that it was the Suojiang Floating Bridge... the water defense line of the Shu army. But Guo Shao did not intend to pay attention to that line of defense for the time being: as long as the shore is occupied, the floating bridge cannot float out of thin air on the river surface and not be washed away by the water.

There are still many Shu soldiers on the shore, and they are like long dragon formations on the roads on the shore. The Shu army has really deployed a lot of troops on this line.

They were temporarily rushing to repair fortifications in front, perhaps trying to defend the pace of the Zhou army step by step. Dong Zunhui did not rush to attack the established Shu army. He was rectifying the chaotic troops after the attack... Regardless of victory or defeat, it was not easy to redeploy the army after the chaos.

"Call Dong Zunhui here." Guo Shao ordered.

Soon, Dong Zunhui walked over with a dark face and said, "Uncle."

Guo Shao grabbed the wet towel on his shoulder, wiped his face, and encouraged him: "You're doing a good job."

Dong Zunhui wiped his face and forehead, his facial features were straight, and he looked good. He said, "I did nothing and took the people all the way. The gunpowder was too powerful, but I always felt unhappy. There were Shu soldiers in front of me who wanted to resist stubbornly, so my uncle asked me to continue to go!"

"If you go into battle, you will die. If you can win by walking, you will be considered a win." Guo Shao said. After saying that, he looked back at the first armor command he brought. "We have enough troops. Don't wait for your men to rectify their formation. Let them go to the back. You bring five hundred armored soldiers up."

Dong Zunhui clasped his fist and said, "See the order."

Guo Shao observed it and felt that it was useless to have too many people in this place. After leaving a gap between front and back traffic on the road by the river, the widest place could only be ten people walking side by side.

This kind of road, 500 people can form a 50-row line of teams, and it is already a very thick formation. Even if there is a 100,000 army, it has no effect. There is only a little bit of the battle line. The elite force is more useful than the number of people.

Guo Shao went to the side of the road, found a gentle slope on the mountain wall, and asked the first commander of the first army in the left wing to move forward. This command was the most elite infantry, so only a few hundred pairs of plate armor were equipped with them. The members were all young and strong, all of whom were wide-breasted, waisted, thin legs and long legs. Such men had the best physical strength, so they were elite soldiers... If they were not physically strong, they had to fight with weapons, and they would probably not be able to walk without others hitting them.

Zhou Tong brought people forward, and the military power was led by Dong Zunhui. The powerful general named Zhang Jiankui who Guo Shao met a few days ago did not come. He was injured. Although he was slightly injured, he could not recover in a few days, and the injury would affect the battle.

...The two groups of people slowly approached between the mountains and rivers, and the Shu army was not afraid. The surrounding army here looked like a moving long dragon, and the square flag embroidered in front was gently shaking in the wind. The noisy sound at this moment showed a sense of loneliness, and the mountains on both sides were deserted.

The green mountains and clear waters are green, and the plate armor on the road is shining back, so you can see clearly. Although there are many people, there is no dust on the road. This place is different from the northern plains. On the road, there are hard soil and stones that have been washed countless times by the rainwater flowing on the mountain. The air in the river valley is also relatively moist and cannot step on the dust.

"Swish..." Several arrows flew from the air and landed on the road ahead. The Shu army seemed to want to shoot at the base. But the Zhou army soldiers kept stopping, and they were still neatly approaching forward in a row, gradually narrowing the distance.

The heavy armored soldiers walked slowly, but their momentum was very stable, as if nothing could stop them.

Soon, the Zhou army vanguard entered the farthest range of the bow and arrow. The arrow flew from the air into the Zhou army's ranks. Only the sound of tingling metal hitting was heard, as if the sound of hail falling on the tile. These arrows, which were at least seventy or eighty steps, could not hurt them at all. Most of them fell from it, could only hit helmets and shoulder armor. These parts were exactly where the wrought iron plate armor and chain armor were protected by double layers, and the arrows were bounced away one after another.

Soon it was within fifty steps, and the Zhou army still did not charge in such a close place, maintaining a steady pace. The heavy footsteps and the exquisite armor shone with cold light, and the momentum was very stressful; it seemed as if the tyrants who were slowly wiping the blade before the execution, gradually putting pressure on the soldiers of the Shu army.

"Papapapapa..." The string sound continued, and a row of Shu army had already taken bows and crossbows in front of him, but still could not shoot through the chest of Zhou army. The soldiers of Zhou army did not even have shields. The rows in front were all crossbows, and the back were bows and arrows, and only equipped with short weapons. But they did not fight back, and kept carrying the rain of arrows from Shu army.

Dong Zunhui was excited behind him, and this sense of power made him inexplicably excited. Dong Zunhui was tied with four long sabers on his back, a sword around his waist, and a bow in his hand. He looked like he was covered with weapons, but at this time he could only walk, and a horse occupied several places here and could not run away; a big target that was equally still could only live a target, without any benefit.

More than twenty steps, arrows were inserted into the chestplate of Zhou soldiers in the first row in front. Someone may have been injured, but the only one who killed them was the Shu soldiers who were shooting flat-fired archers in the first row, and the arrows shot were still useless to them.

The two sides were about twenty steps apart, and they could see clearly what they looked like when dealing with the Shu soldiers. The Shu soldiers' expressions were nervous and panicked. They looked at the strange heavy armor here with a blank look, and there was no other way to continue to shoot with the bow and crossbow. The long-term pressure has caused the Shu soldiers' camp to show signs of unstable signs, but the Zhou army has not yet fired a single arrow.

The people on the opposite side watched a clear tiger flag floating. At this moment, Zhou Tong, the commander of the front camp, shouted: "Prepare."

Suddenly, the first row in front of Zhou Jun squatted down, the second row knelt on one knee on the ground, the third row stood, and prepared crossbows; the people behind him picked up the bow and raised the arrow. "Shot the arrow!" Zhou Tong shouted loudly.

Suddenly, the arrows were shot out in unison like a heavy rain. Three rows of crossbow arrows had quickly shot into the Shu army camp, but the bows and arrows in the air were still flying. "Ahhh..." screams were filled with an uproar. Any army would put some soldiers with excellent armor in front, but the Shu army's ring lock armor could not block the violent flat shooting at a distance of more than twenty steps. The arrows flew into the armor and pierced the armor, one shot at one point. The first row in front was shot by three rows of crossbows, and all ten Shu soldiers were shot in the arrows, and all the casualties were injured.

"Shoot the arrow!" Zhou Tong's voice shouted again. The soldiers calmly pulled the bowstrings.

At this time, the Shu army did not even have the power to fight back. "Bapapapapapa..." The string sounded all over the place, and the Zhou army's bow and crossbow volley was very rhythmic and was launched with intensive attacks every time.

The front row of Shu soldiers was like harvested rice, falling in rows, and the back was constantly being killed by the arrows thrown.

What army could withstand such casualties? The vanguard of the Shu army immediately collapsed, turned around and ran backward, and the camp in front dispersed.

With a "clang", a soldier held a bronze hat-like gong in each hand and slapped the middle. The square tiger flag in the front was flattened. The entire combat of the army was full of neat rhythm and orderly as if it were a skill.

"Kill!" Dong Zunhui shouted from behind. The Zhou army soldiers had already collected their bows and crossbows, lifted their short weapons and rushed forward and heavy. A collapsed chaos ahead was scrambling to squeeze back, and there was no way to fight. The Zhou army soldiers came to kill again, and the scene was very ugly for a moment.

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