Chapter 123 Iron Armor

Hanxin City is just a Acropolis in Huai'an, and the widest part of the first half of the main street is only six or seven steps. Fifteen javelins were thrown along the street, and almost none of them fell into nothing. Instantly, a huge crack was smashed into the defenders' team, and the front and back into two bloody sections.

But Chen Zhishan refused to give up and continued to order at the top of his throat: "Squat down in the first three rows, 4th, 5th, and 6th rows, raise the javelin, and twenty steps in front, throw!"

"Swoosh swish!" Another fifteen sharp javelins rose into the air with a shrill sound of wind, paused in the air, and plunged into the Yuan soldiers.

"Ah——" The screams were endless. The Mongolian Yuan defenders, who had no place to hide, were shot overturned several times, holding the guns passing through in their hands, rolling back and forth in the pool of blood.

Nothing can hurt morale more than seeing his companions lying in front of him to survive and die. The Yuan soldiers who were rushing forward stopped instinctively and retreated backwards. Those who had already fought with the Red Turban Army Sword and Shield soldiers could no longer get any support and supplements behind him, and were soon massacred by Wu Liangmou and others.

"Rise the shield and follow me! Step by step, push!" Wu Liangmou wiped the blood from his face, and his voice was a little crazy. It was so satisfying, so happy. It turned out that fighting on the battlefield was such a happy thing. No wonder the ancients would say, "Don't laugh if you lie drunk on the battlefield?"

Don’t laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war in ancient times? The taste of fighting is like drinking nectar! Holding the hilt of the knife in your hand, you can deprive the enemy of your life at will. However, those clumsy guys don’t have time to resist or fight back. Even if you occasionally cut a knife in panic, you will leave a string of Mars on yourself in vain because of insufficient strength or wrong way of exerting force. However, Mars is far less dazzling than blood. As long as you chop it down with one knife, you can see a panicked soul jumping out of your body, burning, burning, burning and burning in the air like wildfire!

"Boom!" A spear hit him, but he blocked it with his shield and flew backwards, missing his whereabouts.

The two unwilling Yuan army signs led several subordinates each, rushed forward under the cover of the eaves facing the street, trying to give him a left and right attack. The sword and shield soldiers following Wu Liangmou immediately rushed up and joined the army to meet the enemy side by side with their own records. After entering the city for only half a stick of incense, Wu Zhanjun, who had two blue shoulder guards, had completely won the respect of everyone by relying on his martial arts and courage that was not inferior to anyone. The sword and shield soldiers were willing to stand with him, protect each other's gaps, live and die together, and advance together!

"Push, push with shield! There are many people here!" Wu Liangmou and six sword and shield soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder in a row, loudly giving advice to all robes. The width of the street is limited, and it is difficult for any formation to play a role. It is a very practical way to put the shields in your hands together and move forward like a wall. As long as the enemy cannot break through the shield wall, they cannot make tactical cooperation with each other. When face to face, you will cut hard with one knife and one knife, but the person wearing iron armor does not lose to the person wearing leather armor.

Sure enough, as soon as the shield wall was formed, two small groups of Yuan troops rushed forward immediately caught them blind. They had been in the army for a long time to eat food, and their personal bravery and combat experience may be far superior to Wu Liangmou and the Red Turban Army beside him. However, in terms of weapons, armor and overall coordination, they were far inferior. The contact between the Pu sword and the spear and the shield wall could only leave a shallow white seal on the shield. The steel knife behind the shield wall could easily pierce their armor, skin and muscles, put them one by one on the ground, and then stepped on countless iron boots, with broken tendons and broken bones.

"Build a shield wall, build a shield wall!" More red scarf soldiers chased after him, using Wu Liangmou as the central axis to make the shield wall wider. In a blink of an eye, the front of the street was completely blocked, like a giant beast that had just woken up, with each piece of scales shining with cold light.

"Press up, all the sword and shield soldiers are on the back, holding on to Wu Zongjun and others!" Chen De, who followed up, shouted for help. Although he was also a newbie who had been on the battlefield for the first time, his influence in the military camp since childhood made him know what the best choice was at this time.

"Press up and protect Wu Zongjun's back!" Yi Crazyman, the centurion of the sword and shield soldier, shouted loudly, raised the iron-faced jujube shield and pushed it on the back of the front row robe to help the other party with his arm.

The layers of shield walls were quickly formed, heavy, but extremely solid. Feather arrows, spears and steel knives were helpless against this iron wall composed of shields. As long as Wu Liangmou and others pushed forward side by side, they could defeat the Meng Yuan soldiers blocking the road. Unpredictably, a knife was stabbed from behind the shield and a corpse was harvested.

The role that a single person can play is instantly compressed to the lowest point, but cooperation and discipline have become the key to determining the outcome. Several Meng Yuan soldiers who were pushed back one after another accidentally stepped on the body of their robes and staggered to the ground. The shield wall that was slowly moving forward pushed over their bodies without any pause, and then continued to move forward slowly, without any impact.

Death suddenly became an extremely simple thing. It was so simple that even the tragedy before death could not be heard. The shield wall slowly pushed forward was so cold that it was not angry. The knife light that kept coming out from behind the shield wall turned into the teeth of beasts. Every time it shone, flesh and blood were flying everywhere.

Human blood dripped along the surface of the shield wall. When the morning sun shone, layers of pink mist quickly rose up. It was surrounded by thick and thin, as if a cluster of sad souls were struggling and unwilling to leave the world.

In the depths of this strange fog, javelins are constantly projecting. When encountering a large group of Yuan soldiers, they will smash them into pieces. When encountering a small group of stubborn people, they will first shoot the bravest one on the ground. Then they will hand the remaining people to the shield wall, push them back and stagger back, or turn around and escape, or fall down and get trampled into meat sauce by their iron boots!

With just half a stick of incense, the 680-step long street was pushed halfway. Blood flowed along both sides of the street like a stream. The hasty defenders were pushed down one after another, retreating in panic, and no one could do anything to the shield wall.

It was not until the city Yi Office near the city Yi Office in the center that the declining situation of the defenders was slightly relieved. The streets here suddenly widened several times. The vestibule of the Municipal Yi Office, which was specially built to show the authority of the government and facilitate the loading of taxes and gold, provided greater room for the defenders to display the defenses. The retreating Mongolian Yuan soldiers gathered again under the command of a Han army commander and arranged into a huge square formation. Hundreds of archers climbed onto the roofs on both sides of the government office, and looked down high, shooting waves of arrow rains towards the slowly advancing shield wall.

"Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding" Wu Liangmou's helmet and shoulders were at least five more arrows. Although he failed to break the armor, his face turned pale. The brothers around him and around him were also extremely irritated by the feather arrows falling from the sky. He had to raise the shield slanted to prevent a straggling arrow from being shot right in his unobstructed eyes, and he lost his life in a confused manner.

Now, the advancement speed of the shield wall finally stagnated. The defenders who were pushed back step by step by step under the cover of feather arrows quickly broke off contact with the Red Turban Army. They completely gave up the first half of the long street, and jogged to join the Mongolian Yuan army in front of the Municipal Bureau of Changes.

"Two rows of horizontal lines!" After looking forward, Wu Liangmou decisively issued a command to change the formation.

Now he feels more and more like being a general. He gives a casual order, and the people around him can execute without hesitation and perform well. Who can't help commanding such an army?! It's more expensive, one day, and three meals are enough. The guards of the Emperor of the Mongolian Yuan were only one small day, one big day, and one big day, and they also had to bring their own dry food!

Just as he was proud, he suddenly heard Chen De shouting loudly not far behind him: "Wu joins the army, Wu joins the army, stop quickly and stop the team quickly. There is an Iron Armored Army opposite, and there is also an Iron Armored Army opposite!"

"Iron Armored Army?" Wu Liangmou raised the steel knife that had cut out the gap into the air, signaling the brothers beside him to form a formation on the spot and not continue moving forward. At the same time, a glance emerged from under the shield and watched carefully.

I saw the enemy army opposite slowly greeting a group of strong men wrapped in iron armor. Each one was eight and a half feet tall, holding a long-handled axe with a flashing cold light in his hand, as if he was a vicious person.

"Change the formation, six columns! Six columns!" Wu Liangmou's scalp immediately numb and he shouted at the top of his lungs. Heavy armored axe soldiers, a heavy armored axe soldiers were hidden in the small Han Xin city. It was the legend that he could face the Mongolian Iron Cavalry head-on. Today, it actually emerged from the Han Xin City Bureau of Changes.

"The spearman bet on and protects the wings of the sword and shield soldiers!" At the critical moment, the centurion of the spearman soldier Xu Yi decisively issued an order. With just a few dozen sword and shield soldiers, he would definitely not be able to withstand the heavy armored axe soldiers coming towards him. Although the number of the opponent was only about seventy or eighty, it was comparable to the size of the left sabre and shield soldiers.

"Wu joins the army and retreat, leave the first row to me!" Yi Huazi, the centurion of the sword and shield soldier, squeezed forward from the back row and pushed Wu Liangmou to the second row with his butt. He didn't like to fight for power, so when he was fighting a battle with his side, he didn't mind Wu Liangmou commanding the sword and shield soldier for him. Now that he is the moment when he really needs to fight, he stands at the forefront of the entire Centurion team. This is the honor of the centurion and the tradition of the entire Left Army.

"Wu Senjun retreated!"

"Just Wu, you can command the command from behind!"

"Wu Chanjun is a civil servant! Leave the desperate things to us!"

Before officially fighting with the heavy armored axe soldiers on the opposite side, the heads of the sword and shield soldiers used their shoulders and butts to squeeze Wu Liangmou backwards layer by layer. Everyone was very strong, and everyone was squeezed with confidence.

"You, you, what are you going to do?!" Wu Liangmou protested loudly with red eyes, but to no avail. The brothers who had previously obeyed his words became restless, and no one would let him stand in front of him.

It was not until his body was completely squeezed to the last row that someone smiled at him and comforted in a low voice: "Just stand here and don't pay attention to them. They are all rough people and can't speak. Our governor once told that when fighting, scholars must be placed at the end of the team!"
Chapter completed!