This is the battlefield.
It's too random. No matter who you are or how much preparation you have made, once you are on the battlefield, even a stray arrow can take your life.
If he hadn't died, after several battles, he would have been promoted to lieutenant general at least.
This sentence inexplicably popped up in Pan Liangyong's mind.
He quickly shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts that were affecting his judgment.
Before going to the battlefield, no matter how much preparation you make, it is never too much, but once you are on the battlefield, it all depends on your life.
He didn't survive, it was just bad luck, it's that simple.
Maybe those who died in this war were all famous generals, maybe they could shine in their original industries, but who cares?
They are all dead.
This is war.
War means death, but war does not care who dies.
Those who dare to charge are elites and heroes.
So soon after, the hammering sound gradually died down. Since the impact of the attack could not be observed, Qinghe's catapult also stopped after two rounds of bombardment, and the battlefield was silent for a while.
Then, suddenly, a loud shout came from the trench: "Everyone, shoulder to shoulder!"
The raid that Pan Liangyong had high hopes for began.
The remaining two hundred or so soldiers jumped out of the trench, holding swords and desperately slashing at the barbed wire on the ground.
There was no movement from Qinghe, as if they were just watching them wreak havoc.
Since it was determined early on that long weapons like halberds had limited destructive power against barbed wire, the soldiers in this assault were all armed with broadswords, making it quite convenient for them to cut through the barbed wire.
But the problem is that it can't be cut.
Pan Liangyong, who quietly showed half of his head, saw clearly that the soldiers were not trying hard, but their swords were chopping on the wire and there was no place to exert force.
If you chop hard, the wire will slide down. You chop again, but you can't chop at the same position, and you still can't cut it.
Some impatient soldiers even planned to take the risk of crossing the barbed wire, which was several feet wide. However, as soon as they rushed in, their clothes were hooked by the barbs. When they pulled hard, more barbs pierced their bodies, and blood holes kept oozing out.
Pan Liangyong knew that if such an injury happened in the city, it would not be considered a serious injury and could be bandaged. However, on the battlefield, if the soldier was unable to move and no one came to rescue him, he would be useless.
"Report, observation of the barbed wire's enemy blocking effect has been completed, and the data has been recorded."
The officer in charge of defense in this direction said to Cheng Guorong.
"I just came to take a look. You can handle the details yourself." Since Lin Hai was not present, Cheng Guorong regained his aura as a leading general. He did not even look back, but answered casually while carefully watching the movements of the Cambodian army through the telescope.
"Order, crossbow, fire three shots in a row." The officer immediately gave the order.
The charging Khmer soldiers were not without crossbows.
But the range of the crossbow is far inferior to Qinghe's powerful crossbow.
As Qinghe's crossbows attacked, many Khmer soldiers chose to shoot back, but due to insufficient range and the lack of any cover, they were defeated in a short period of time.
After three rounds of continuous firing, the dozens of remaining Khmer soldiers could only retreat back into the trench. Soon, the sound of clanging and knocking was heard again. It was the Khmer soldiers trying to dig a foothold on the other side of the trench in order to retreat.
While everyone's attention was focused on the trench, Pan Liangyong and his personal soldiers quietly retreated back into the city. After leaving two observation posts, he ordered the city gates to be closed.
There's no need to read any further.
However, the plan to counterattack out of the city did not end there.
Due to the short time and insufficient supplies, Qinghe had no way to use trenches and barbed wire to surround Jingdong City.
Such fortifications were actually only used to block the four city gates of Jingdong.
In other words, if we leave the city from the direction of the city wall and send a small force to raid the camp, there should still be a chance.
It is better to launch a surprise attack out of the city sooner rather than later.
Especially since the Khmer had just suffered a defeat during the day, the Qinghe army's defense would have been the most lax if they launched a surprise attack out of the city at this time.
Who would have thought that the enemy army, which had just come to take lives during the day, would come again at night?
In war, what matters is the surprise attack.
"Don't make any noise. Push as deep as you can. Don't linger in the battle. Burning their baggage and food supplies will be a great achievement."
On the eve of the death squad's departure, Pan Liangyong said to another captain he had carefully trained: "As long as you come back, regardless of victory or defeat, I will recommend you for the credit!"
As he spoke, he sighed in his heart: "Fortunately, I have many disciples, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to find anyone to send out to die, oh no, to gain experience."
The suicide squad did not carry any long weapons, only broadswords, and covered their armor and blades with black cloth, which was a good way to prevent the weapons from reflecting in the moonlight.
Of course, there is no moon tonight, God bless you.
After the suicide squad left the city, Pan Liangyong ordered a bonfire to be lit on the top of the city wall to attract the attention of Qinghe and to show the suicide squad the direction to return home.
Of course, he would not stand next to the fire foolishly. Instead, he pointed at two unlucky guys and asked them to take care of the fire. Then he hid in a dark corner far away and used the gap in the city wall to observe.
To be honest, under this moonlight, he could not observe anything and could not hear any sound.
That's right.
The suicide squad blended into the night without making any noise, which meant that the sneak attack was half successful.
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