This is what Mr. Huang Zong, who has never married, said.
As soon as the military order was given, the crossbowmen who had been complaining in the rear immediately fired their crossbow arrows rhythmically at the designated attack area according to the pre-set angles.
A huge gap suddenly appeared in the middle of Chen Chao's attacking team, and hundreds or thousands of people disappeared from the horizon at this time, but if you look closely, you can see countless dead people dressed as hedgehogs lying on the ground.
The long-range covering shooting was a massacre for these unarmored and unprotected stickmen.
It can be predicted that if this kind of area coverage shooting continues, no matter how bloody and terrifying the punishment of the supervision team is, the offensive of the stick man will soon collapse.
In fact, when people are charging, they don’t have much energy to think about other things.
The only things Zhou Shangwen could give to the stick man were three magic weapons.
One is the bloody suppression from the supervisory team;
The second is from the fear of hunger;
The third is to let them shout wildly when charging. As long as tens of thousands of people shout together and the voice is loud enough, the stick men will have no mind to think about anything else and will just charge forward stupidly with their heads down.
As the regular army of the Chen Dynasty also crossed the first line of fortifications in Qinghe, the stick-wielding soldiers who were charging in the front finally got some cover, and the sword and shield soldiers of the Chen Dynasty also re-formed under the command of the officers, ready to start the next round of attack.
"Quick, let the archers provide cover, and then push the crossbows up. We must suppress Qinghe's powerful crossbows!"
"What? The enemy also has a crossbow? Is it attacking ours?"
"I don't care what method they use. Even if they hold up their shields and stand in front of the crossbows to act as a human wall, they will be defeated. The crossbows must advance within 500 steps!"
Beside Ma Huaide, the deputy general kept yelling at the messenger.
Such ordinary offensive military orders can generally be completed by the deputy generals. After all, as commanders, Ma Huaide's deputy generals all have ruling titles, and there is nothing unreasonable about commanding the troops.
"Let the spearmen lead the way and push through Qinghe's heavily armored infantry. The sword and shield soldiers will follow, tear open a gap, and then swarm to both wings. We must break their formation."
The military orders issued by the deputy general were in accordance with the rules.
"slow!"
It was indeed Ma Huaide who spoke.
The deputy general looked at his commander-in-chief with some confusion. The military orders he issued were actually discussed by everyone before the war. Now thinking about it, there was nothing wrong with it. He didn't know why his commander-in-chief wanted to stop it.
"The commander at the front right now is Meng Gong, the ruler of the sword and shield soldiers, right?"
Ma Huaide said to the messenger.
"Yes, my lord."
"That's good. Tell Meng Gong to form up on the spot and organize a charge of stickmen. When the stickmen escorted by the supervision team arrive, organize another charge. No matter the casualties, we must break through Qinghe's formation. Then let his spearmen and sword and shield soldiers press forward to secure victory!"
The messenger didn't expect his commander to say this, and he didn't react for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a flash of a knife from the corner of his eye.
The messenger no longer needs to deliver messages, because his war is over.
"Come one more person and pass the message to Meng Gong!"
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"Sir, if we do this, how many casualties will the stickmen suffer?"
The deputy general said with some concern.
"I know what you mean. Will the One Stick Man cause heavy casualties? Will it harm the harmony of nature? Or are those who died our own people of Dachen?"
Ma Huaide smiled grimly.
"Why are we recruiting One-Stick Men? It's not to alleviate poverty, is it? I'll tell you, a new batch of 100,000 One-Stick Men will arrive at the camp tonight. If these One-Stick Men can escape unscathed during the day, the camp will be full!"
Besides, these stick-wielding men were all killed by the people of Qinghe. It was they who were violating the harmony of nature, not me. I only ordered the stick-wielding men to charge, but did not order the Qinghe army to shoot!
As for the people of Dachen, don't worry. There are tens of thousands of them. Your Highness is not worried, so why should you be worried? "
After saying this, he waved his hand and said, "Big Banner, continue to move forward. We must decide the outcome with the Qinghe people today!"
When the military order reached the front line, the stickmen suddenly found that the sword and shield soldiers who had just been willing to share the same shield with them and even secretly took out half a dry biscuit to share with them struggled and changed their expressions. They used the backs of their swords to beat and drive away this group of people who were already tortured crazy by death and blood, forcing them to continue to rush forward.
"Don't you say you can just put down the door panel and go home? My door panel has already been put up. I want to go home and wait for my son to come back."
An old woman in tattered clothes and disheveled hair threw down her axe, sat down on the ground and howled loudly.
The old woman's sharp wail pierced through the murderous aura that permeated the sword and shield warriors, and everyone's actions paused.
Seeing this, Meng Gong, who was working hard at the front line, didn't care that an old woman was courting death, but he couldn't just ignore her and disrupt the morale of the army, so he nodded in the direction of the old woman.
A personal soldier quickly ran over, raised his sword and slashed, and the old woman's head rolled to the ground with blood gushing out. From beginning to end, the personal soldier did not say a word, and the surrounding sword and shield soldiers and stick men did not say a word either.
"attack!"
The command flag is waving.
The sword and shield soldiers struck their shields with their broadswords, making orderly thuds that encouraged the stick-wielding soldiers. The remaining stick-wielding soldiers tightened their belts and rushed forward with frantic shouts, hoping that their adrenaline would quickly take control so that they could forget their fear and hunger for a short while.
Yes, it only takes a short time. After all, at this point, no one dares to hope to stay alive.
Qinghe's powerful crossbows and sabers were constantly harvesting lives, but the stickmen, who had no way out, were also blood-thirsty and had lost their minds...
Some of them even clung tightly to the Qinghe heavy-armored infantry standing in the front row, and then desperately bit the steel armor with their teeth, leaving several front teeth in the gaps of the armor... and blood all over the surface of the armor.
Due to the numerical disadvantage, the Qinghe heavy armored infantry had no way to cover the entire battlefield. There were slight gaps between the military formations, and many stick-wielding men seized these gaps and successfully crossed the heavy armored infantry's line... Behind them was the light infantry team that had been replenished and reorganized. They were constantly moving back and forth, harvesting lives with straight swords and powerful crossbows.
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