Chapter 101: Rebellion
If it were in the past, the old man would have drawn his sword and killed this arrogant boy.
But today, it doesn't matter.
So, amid the rumbling sound of war drums on the city wall, the old man laughed heartily, his white hair flying, and the wisdom in his eyes was unfathomable.
"My dear nephew, I don't know what you rely on, but if you really want to charge, I suggest you go to the right wing of the demon soldiers. Yes, in that direction. Don't worry about the demon soldiers shooting arrows. As long as you can disrupt the enemy's right wing, then I can guarantee that none of us will die. Just charge, and leave the rest to me."
Zhang Yang nodded heavily. That’s right. The old man is a famous general of the time. If he still can’t see some clues at this time, then he would have lived in vain.
At that moment, the ten strongest and most skilled members of the Qiao family quickly changed to large shields, and without waiting for the drumbeats on the city wall to stop, they rushed out under Zhang Yang's command.
Fifty meters behind them were the 28 members of the Qiao family and the old guards led by the old man. Fifty meters behind them were the women and children and five large carts.
That’s right, in the entire death squad, including Zhang Yang, all the disabled ones, and the old men, there are only 40 people who can fight. The rest are either old women or women and children.
This is an alternative form of the execution of the entire family, except that they are given a chance to die in battle.
When the Death Squad launched a charge at tens of thousands of demon soldiers on the opposite side, the 30,000 elite troops in the rear did not move at all. They just watched, in the gradually brightening light of the sky, as the old general who had fought for the Wei Dynasty his entire life and made countless contributions led his descendants, like a lame old wolf, rushing towards his own death.
The old man roared, the old guards who had followed him for half his life roared, his sons and sons-in-law roared, and in the roars there were the sobs of women and the cries of children, but the charging footsteps and the wheels of the car did not slow down at all.
Several white-haired old ladies sat steadily on the carriage, driving the oxen to speed up.
On the opposite side, in the demon army formation, the sharp edges of countless spears flashed in the sky, and countless arrowheads were slightly raised. As long as the order was given, thousands of arrows would be fired.
Zhang Yang hid behind Uncle Qiao, feeling very nervous. He was afraid that the old man had guessed wrong. Once the commander of the demon soldiers really gave the order to shoot arrows, then there would be nothing more to say. He would just die in his dream and return home to eat melons.
Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters.
There was no sound of arrows breaking through the air. The old man guessed correctly that the demon soldiers had at least five thousand archers. If they gave the order, it would be easy to shoot to death eighty-seven small fish and shrimps. But it was really not worth it, and it would also waste arrows and physical strength.
"Go, speed up!"
Zhang Yang shouted, and at this time a bunch of feather arrows began to shoot over. They were the three hundred demon archers dispatched by the demon soldiers.
Projectile!
"Soul force field!"
Invisibly, the soul force field controls an area with a diameter of 500 meters. There is no need to control the feather arrows too complicatedly. It is enough to slightly change the trajectory when the feather arrows are thrown to the highest point, which is the moment when the force is the smallest. Then, it is unknown where the arrows that fall down due to gravity will fly to.
At this time, Qiao Shuzhi and the other ten people who were charging were still wondering why the accuracy of the magic archers had become so poor?
But they had no time to think about it at this moment. They were all the most elite fighters and naturally knew that the most important thing at the moment was to charge and rush into the enemy camp as quickly as possible!
The demon archers fired three rounds in ten seconds. Their commander also realized something and immediately ordered the three hundred archers to retreat, because Uncle Qiao and his men had already rushed within thirty meters.
But even so, the demon commander didn't take it seriously. With such a small number of people, they couldn't even charge the front row of the army and would be chopped into meat paste in a blink of an eye.
"Right now!"
Zhang Yang, who was hiding behind Uncle Qiao, suddenly contracted his soul force field to a secondary compression state.
In this state, the consumption of soul power is not great, and the impact on teammates is not great, but if the magic weapon is controlled to attack, it can produce at least double the speed and double the impact and lethality.
This was something Zhang Yang had tested himself using the Spear of Confinement.
So at this moment, three top-grade magic weapons, armor-piercing cones, flashed like ghosts, without even a shadow, and in just 0.1 seconds, three rivers of blood were cut from the demon army formation thirty meters away! Yes, rivers of blood! It was because the throats of teams of demon soldiers were pierced, and the blood splashed instantly merged together, forming the most magical scene.
The power of the top-grade magic weapon was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
In just one second, at least three hundred demon soldiers were killed, and the three armor-piercing cones lost control because their spiritual durability was exhausted.
But this was already terrifying enough, even if Zhang Yang was still a pseudo-immortal cultivator, this extraordinary attack method was extremely terrifying. So much so that when Uncle Qiao and the ten of them rushed in, the ground was full of corpses, as if they were entering an empty space.
"Old man, now is the time to test whether you are a famous general in the world!"
Zhang Yang didn't even bother to look back, and three more armor-piercing cones flew out, not giving the demon soldiers a chance to react, and continued to move forward and tear around!
Because they don't have much time left. In a minute at most, the commander of the demon soldiers will reorganize their formation. By then, without the deterrence of the top-grade magic weapon, they can only wait for death.
But at least at this moment, due to the huge casualties and unknown means, the demon army's formation inevitably fell into great chaos.
Because no one knows what's going on?
How could the elite generals like Qiao Shuzhi not seize this golden opportunity? They quickly formed a single-sword and shield formation and charged forward slashing and hacking.
At the same time, the old man who was already more than 50 meters behind also burst out with a terrifying aura all over his body, like a tiger descending from the mountain. He raised the heavy crossbow in his hand, and all the momentum in his body was concentrated on the heavy crossbow. Behind him, 22 personal soldiers holding heavy crossbows and the children of the Qiao family also cooperated, aiming in one direction, that is, the right wing of the magic army formation, under a strange flag.
"shoot!"
With the sound of the mechanism, 23 crossbow arrows broke through the air, like a dense swarm of bees, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters. Taking advantage of the chaos in the demon army formation, they turned that place into a hornet's nest in the blink of an eye.
The right-wing commander of the demon soldiers was shot dead directly.
This is not a very important target, at least for the overall battlefield. However, at this moment, with the right-wing commander of the demon soldiers being shot dead, the demon soldiers in this area can no longer be accurately mobilized, and the chaos cannot be effectively contained.
When Zhang Yang had used up the ninth armor-piercing cone, 30,000 elite friendly troops in the rear finally set out to attack the right wing of the demon soldiers with heavy forces.
"Hahaha, old bastard Zhang Yeting, even today, you still have to rely on my nephew to break the formation!"
The army charged, mountains collapsed and seas surged, but the old man just laughed out loud, thinking he wouldn't have to die today.
Yes, although Zhang Yang never told his plan, the old man was a man who could see the big picture from the small details. He used Zhang Yang's plan, which was full of loopholes, to formulate a new plan.
In the chaos, he used the threat of Zhang Yang's armor-piercing cone to deter others and then he killed the commander of the right wing of the Demon Army with a sniper, which caused even greater chaos on the right wing of the Demon Army.
In this situation, the 30,000 friendly troops stationed in the rear must attack.
Personal grudges are personal grudges, old grudges are old grudges. Even if there are more than a dozen nobles sitting on the city wall waiting to see the entire Qiao family die, the great general Zhang Yeting must seize this excellent opportunity and take advantage of the chaos on the right wing of the demon soldiers to directly send heavy troops forward.
Otherwise, Zhang Yeting would be worthy of those nobles, but not his generals, especially since the former general was standing there. Wasn't he afraid of mutiny among his men? Did he really think that fighting a large army was a joke between women?
If an army does not attack when it has a perfect opportunity, and then has to pay heavy losses to win the battle, the morale of the army will basically be destroyed.
So, if Zhang Yang’s plan was just a scrap that could not be put on the stage, then the old man’s plan was an open conspiracy.
Otherwise, with Zhang Yang's nine armor-piercing spikes, he wanted to break through tens of thousands of demon soldiers and not have anyone killed or injured. Was this fool crazy? The soldiers quickly surpassed the old man and the Qiao family members and their families. From time to time, soldiers would throw water bags and dry food on the carts, and of course, more of them would throw crossbow arrows.
I can't throw away all the crossbow arrows, and I can't throw away the heavy crossbows either, but who knows how many crossbow arrows I have shot during the battle? By the time Zhang Yang realized what was happening behind him, the situation had already been decided, and they didn't even need to charge. More soldiers automatically replaced them, and like an iron stream, they easily captured the Bald Ridge Fortress, and then drove the demon soldiers back five miles in one breath, returning with a great victory.
He never dreamed that there would be such a change? "Boy, you are rebellious!"
Still sitting as if in a dream on the Bald Ridge Fortress where there was no enemy anymore, Zhang Yang shuddered with fear at the old man's first words.
"You, you still think things are too simple. If you had told us your plan earlier in the battle, then this would be the best result. Anyway, I believe you now. We can at least hold on to Bald Ridge for five days before we die."
Zhang Yang looked at the old man and didn't want to say anything anymore.
The old man did not let him go, and said meaningfully: "Boy, you have a rebellious nature. I can never be wrong in judging people. If you were a minister, I would suggest that His Majesty kill you, but if you were a king, that would not be a problem."
"But right now, I can only say one thing: the fate of the Wei Dynasty has not yet ended."
Zhang Yang's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.
The old man suddenly smiled. "It's too early to talk about this. Let's find a way to survive first. Boy, we now have 6,000 crossbow arrows, which are enough for ten days of food and water. But we can no longer rely on the momentum. You see, Zhang Yeting has withdrawn his troops. In the coming days, they will not launch a counterattack unless we die, and the demon soldiers will launch a strong attack on Bald Ridge before tonight at the latest."
(End of this chapter)
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