Although Zhang Liang was one of the few famous generals in the Tang Dynasty, these dead soldiers of the Jiangnan gentry also had good physical fitness.

Unfortunately, these dead soldiers did not undergo training in the battle formation. It took Zhang Liang a half-day to roughly divide these people into several parts.

The ones at the forefront are all good players who use swords and guns to drive.

Immediately afterwards, the crossbowman covered the charge forward.

Because those heavy cavalry attacked from the back, they had no effect. They could only be placed at the foot of the mountain to prevent fish that had escaped from escaping down the mountain.

After looking at the huge formation formed by the dead soldiers of the Jiangnan gentry all over the mountains, Zhang Liang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, these guys who don’t understand the battle formation were roughly classified.

If these people rush up all at once, it would be a waste.

Zhang Liang stood at the front of the formation and raised his arms and shouted: "Jiangnan is Jiangnan, the people of Jiangnan, and no one can take away our interests. As long as you rush up and kill the people above, you can not only have an open identity, but also be assigned to your own land. In order to continue your bloodline and for future generations, you will rush!"

"Aoah!"

A group of dead soldiers were successfully aroused by these words and howled indulge in their emotions!

Although these people were dead soldiers supported by the gentry of Jiangnan.

But which dead soldier doesn't want to get rid of his dark identity, and which dead soldier doesn't want to own his own land.

As long as you have a legal identity and your own land, you can get married and have children, continue your bloodline, and you will no longer have to live in a dark place.

Looking at the morale inspired by himself, Zhang Liang smiled!

People are afraid of not having ideals and goals.

As long as you have the pursuit, you can realize your maximum potential.

With Zhang Liang's big hand waved, the crowd of people across the mountain screamed and approached the top of the mountain!

Although Zhang Liang successfully aroused the fighting spirit of these dead soldiers, there is one disadvantage.

These people have no discipline at all, and they do not conduct charge training in an orderly manner.

There was a relatively formation charge, but because the speed in front was getting faster and faster, the one behind couldn't keep up at all, resulting in the formation deforming and becoming a group of scattered soldiers and yelling.

These hot-minded dead men only know that they can gain freedom by killing one person, and they rush to rush forward like a mountain.

By the time I rushed to the hillside, the originally neat array was already in chaos.

The fast ones are getting faster and faster, while the slow ones are gradually falling behind.

Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, the entire hillside was filled with headless flies, who only knew how to rush forward.

Looking at these unruly dead soldiers, Lei Kunming at the foot of the mountain was full of disdain.

It is said that the people of Shanyue do not understand the battle formation or the military tactics. Although these dead soldiers have strong personal abilities, they cannot play any role in the battlefield. They are really a group of barbarians.

Changsun Chong, who was supervising the battle on the side, was extremely speechless.

Even if he doesn't understand military affairs, he can see that such a disorganized chaotic charge cannot give full play to the advantage of the number of people.

It is impossible to beat Yang Fan in one go. Now he deeply doubts Zhang Liang's command ability.

And Zhang Liang was also stunned!

He never expected these people to be so undisciplined. What a fucking teammate!

There was no choice but to let the crossbowman behind him follow him.

Without any cover, the one rushing up ahead is simply delivering vegetables.

Now Zhang Liang has no expectations for these powerful dead soldiers, because these people are not suitable for surviving on the battlefield.

But he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping to defeat the other party through an absolute advantage in numbers and achieve the goal of annihilation of Yang Fan.

On the top of the mountain, Yang Fan, Zhai Changsun and Pei Xingjian stood side by side, with a somewhat solemn expression.

Even if the opponent is just a few scattered soldiers and does not know how to fight.

But in the face of nearly 10,000 people launching a charge together, this momentum should not be underestimated.

The dead soldiers all over the mountains howled wildly with their swords and charged, and their heavy steps shocked the entire mountain.

For a moment, the murderous aura soared into the sky, as if even the drizzle in the sky had stopped.

Facing the dead soldier who was about to rush up the mountain, Pei Xingjian was not panicked at all, raised his right hand high, shouting: "The crossbowman is ready to perform ten rounds of shooting!"

The first round of blocking troops composed of some guards, Guanzhong children and craftsmen raised the crossbow in their hands.

When the charger reached the range, Pei Xingjian waved his hand fiercely: "Let it go!"

"Peng, peng, peng..."

The uniform bowstrings kept ringing, and nearly two hundred bows and crossbows were fired together, gathering into dull sounds.

Hundreds of crossbow arrows rose from the top of the mountain like drizzle, and then fell down overwhelmingly!

"Puff puff puff!"

"ah……"

After a series of crossbow arrows entering the flesh, accompanied by miserable howls, screams resounded through the mountains and forests in the drizzle.

There were too many people charging forward, and this round of arrows was basically nothing that happened.

The crossbowman was also condescending, and some crossbow arrows even penetrated the bodies of the two people directly.

Because the chargers were too crowded, some people rolled into a ball like pangolins in order to avoid it.

But the people who charged behind ignored it and instantly submerged the dead soldiers who had rolled into a ball and stepped on countless dead people.

After ten rounds of arrow rain, at least thousands of dead soldiers were harvested.

At this time, some dead soldiers rushed to a range dozens of feet from the top of the mountain.

At this time, Pei Xingjian shouted again: "Hold up the shield in front, and the musketeers and crossbowmen shoot freely."

At this time, Zhai Changsun also waved his hand calmly and shouted: "Respond to the orders of the heavy cavalry, put on his armor and get on the horse!"

The heavy cavalry stepped on the kickstand and got on the horse with difficulty.

Although these heavy cavalry have reached their teeth, they are also extremely bulky, which can be said to have both advantages and disadvantages.

However, these heavy riders with both men and horses have an unshakable aura!

Even if there are only a few more than seventy people, it seems like an invincible torrent of steel.

It seems that with just one command, these people can destroy all the obstacles ahead.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Liang, who was commanding the charge, looked at the dead soldier who was about to reach the top, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Even ten thousand pigs can break through the opponent's defense under their own command.

As the forward was about to rush to the top of the mountain, his crossbowman had reached the range.

At Zhang Liang's order, countless rains of arrows flew towards the mountain.

At this time, in Zhang Liang's eyes, Yang Fan was already a turtle in the jar and was not far from death.

Unfortunately, with the rain of arrows all over the mountains, Zhang Liang did not hear a scream.

However, the sound of "ding ding dong dong" shocked the mountains and fields.

Unable to see the situation above, Zhang Liang had no idea what had happened.

Looking back on the sound of iron smacking a few days ago, Zhang Liang couldn't help but think.

Could it be that Yang Fan was building a shield a few days ago?

Thinking about it this way, that would be reasonable.

If the other party hides under the shield, these arrow rains will not constitute lethality at all.

But Zhang Liang was not discouraged. As long as he suppressed the opponent's crossbowman and waited until the forward rushed forward, the overall situation was decided.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang seemed to see victory in front of him, leading the people around him to run and shout, "Children, fight with me! As long as anyone cuts off Yang Fan's head, you will be promoted to the third level."

"Aoah!"

Under his encouragement, Zhang Liang's adopted sons rushed up the mountain like chicken blood!

After a few rounds of arrow rains, Zhang Liang found that there was no counterattack on the mountain.

This made Zhang Liang, who was about to climb the mountain, confused.

Is the opponent lacking enough arrows or wants to surrender, why is there no counterattack now?

But I won't accept prisoners.

Not only Yang Fan is about to die, but the rest cannot be let go.

On the top of the mountain!

Due to the suppression of the opponent's crossbowman, in order to avoid damage, everyone except for heavy riders, either hid behind the mound or under the shield.

Since the enemy was not seen, everyone could only judge from the growing shouts that the enemy was getting closer.

At this time, the heavy cavalry led by Zhai Changsun stood quietly at the back, and everyone felt a sense of enthusiasm!

What kind of situation will these heavy cavalrymen with both men and horses beside themselves face a group of unprotected rioters?

As for the crossbowmen in the enemy formation, they are a killer weapon against light cavalry, but they are of no use to them.

Although many bows and arrows were shot on them just now, they were quickly bounced away by the iron armor, and they could not break their defense at all.

Looking at the unscathed heavy rider who was covered with arrows all over the mountains.

Zhai Changsun couldn't help but sigh at Yang Fan's imaginative design.
To be continued...