Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 35 Night Battle
Hu Qi's face was flushed, and he only explained: "I didn't expect the Yidi utensils to be better, this is what I have waited for..."

Hojo Tokimune suddenly laughed, and said: "That's right, Song Guoben was defeated by the Yuan Kou, how could I put my hope on you trash? It's really ridiculous! In the end, we still have to follow our own tactics. !"

Hu Qi watched Hojo Tokimune stand up, then waved his fan and gave an order, "Order the civilians to move forward and consume Yuan Kou's ammunition.

I can't believe their appliances last a whole day without breaking! "

The retainer hesitated and said, "But the husband has no morale."

Hojo Tokimune looked coldly, "I don't need their morale, I just need them to stand in front of me with their flesh and blood, and then drag them until dark!"

The retainer was surprised and said: "This... my lord, are you going to fight at night? But you can't command the night battle without distinguishing the banner?"

Hojo Tokimune sneered, "What command do you need? The enemy army is on three high grounds! There are only two or three roads into the mountain, and they consume their ammunition and energy during the day.

After nightfall, the supervisory team blocked the intersection, only allowed to go up and not retreat, and ordered the whole army to fight forward, the drums kept beating, and the fierce battle was endless! "

This is to exchange human flesh for an advantage.

Not long after, all the siege equipment of the shogunate stopped, and a large group of civilians were forced to come to three high grounds.

Of course, Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't soften his heart and continue strangling.

For a while, corpses were scattered all over the field, and blood flowed across the oars.

The battle lasted for a long time, and as the day approached dusk, Fan's army became numb from the battle. The artillery was too hot to fire, and the trebuchets and bed crossbows suffered from various failures due to high-intensity wear and tear, and they were basically unusable.

But the offensive of the shogunate army still did not stop, and the crazy Hojo Tokimune took his [-] Chinese army as the supervisory team, and continued to force the powerful army to attack and kill.

He even beheaded several wealthy patriarchs for this, and forced them to attack in an extremely bloody and brutal way!

Even though the big families are resentful, they can only bite the bullet and attack.

At this time, the Fan family army lacked artillery and other weapons, and they still had bows and thunderbolts to consume. Even in close combat under the high ground, with heavy armored spears in front, the shogunate army could only be smashed here.

The two sides fought fiercely until dusk and night. The armies of the major clans suffered heavy losses and finally could not persist. They fled the battlefield one after another taking advantage of the dim light.

But the crazy Hojo Tokimune didn't care anymore. Before the last ray of sunlight fell on the mountain, he had divided the elite soldiers of the headquarters into three parts.

Without any scruples about Fan Jiajun's long-range crossbows, he set up a large shield outside to cover the tentative arrows shot by the Yuan army, and guarded under the mountain roads of the three highlands. A man in iron armor is a formidable enemy!
The last ray of sunlight finally fell on the mountain, but the sky was covered with a bright moon, so it was not so dark. With the help of the torches lit in various places on the battlefield, we could still see where the enemy and us were.

This is good news for both sides. After all, in a night battle in complete darkness, the probability of both sides killing their own people is the same as killing the enemy, especially after being forced into a melee.

Hojo Tokimune frowned slightly. He knew that the Yuan army was strong in combat and had excellent armor. It might be more beneficial for him to fight in the dark.

However, the Yuan army fought fiercely for a day, and their physical strength and vigor must not be comparable to their own, and this battle may not be unsure.

Fan Zhuoyuan, who lit the torches, watched the torches light up on the battlefield below where the corpses were strewn all over the field. The shogunate army sat on the corpses to rest in situ, eating rice balls to recover their strength.

Among them, the officers could drink sake and cheer up their morale.

They are the last trump cards of the shogunate army on this battlefield!

Earlier, Fan Zhuoyuan asked Zhang Xi to lead the cavalry to gather from the rear of the high ground. Zhang Xi was also a veteran general. He didn't come up at this time, so he must have taken advantage of the darkness and detoured to one side.

The soldiers on the three high grounds fought fiercely throughout the day. Although they mainly relied on long-range weapons, their energy and physical strength were still very serious.

And it's not that there are no injuries due to the battle. Those powerful soldiers and horses are not all useless. In close range and hand-to-hand combat, the crazy low-level warriors burst out with powerful strength, even if they tear them with their hands and bite them with their teeth, they also caused damage to their own side. A lot of kills.

But does that make you afraid?
Fan Zhuoyuan looked around, the eyes of the soldiers were bright, and they took advantage of the rest of the battle to eat dried fish and drink water.

All of them are veterans, and what they are best at is recovering their physical strength between battles and maintaining their endurance in battle. Their morale is still high and there is no sign of decline.

Fan Zhuoyuan nodded slightly, and suddenly ordered: "There is no big formation in the night battle, a mandarin duck formation!"

When all the sergeants heard this, they responded with a bang, and they all made preparations.

And Fan Zhuoyuan also put on three layers of heavy armor and walked in the front with an iron bone flower in his hand.

Just waiting for the shogunate army to launch a crazy attack and press on the high ground, they led many mandarin ducks to meet them.

Once night falls, it is a highland with complex terrain, and it is no longer possible to maintain the formation, and can only conduct wave warfare, which is suitable for the mandarin duck formation to play.

At this moment, Fan Zhuoyuan could no longer command the other two highlands, but he fully believed in the abilities of those veterans, so he would definitely be able to make the most correct choice.

Suddenly, there was a loud drum beeping at the foot of the mountain, and deafening and crazy roars could be heard in the ears.

The enemy army attacked the mountain almost hysterically, but not all of them attacked.

There are also some soldiers and horses maintaining a phalanx in the rear. It seems that Hojo Zongzheng is also concerned about his own cavalry who does not know where to hide, and still maintains due caution.

As long as this phalanx exists, it will be difficult for one's own cavalry to support the back charge. After all, the night also has a great impact on the cavalry's attack.

Seeing this, Fan Zhuoyuan put aside everything instead. At this time, all tactics were meaningless.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

Inside the ferocious bronze mask, Fan Zhuoyuan's voice was very dull, he roared loudly: "I am in front, all the soldiers will follow me to kill, just want to kill tonight!"

The bravery of the general can boost morale the most. There are no weak soldiers in China, only weak generals.

Of course, it is impossible for a fierce general like Fan Zhuoyuan to bring out a group of cowardly soldiers.

He charged forward, with countless mandarin ducks behind him vying to be the first.

In the dark, the narrow field of vision inside the copper mask cannot clearly see the mace and mace swung by the enemy.

Fan Zhuoyuan let the opponent smash on his three layers of heavy armor, making dull metal humming, and his tower-like body didn't even shake.

He was full of energy and blood, full of energy, and his heroic spirit soared to the sky.

The two hammers in his hands condescendingly smashed wantonly, and one hammer could kill a person. Occasionally, some martial arts masters raised their weapons to block, but they couldn't hold back Fan Zhuoyuan's divine power, and often smashed people and weapons together.

Fan Zhuoyuan is like a cold killing machine, every time he takes a step, two corpses will fall in front of him, and a corpse will fall in front of him after taking more than ten steps.

The enemy army had no choice but to force the two of them to come forward to block each other with a large shield. They were constantly being hammered by the iron bones in Fan Zhuoyuan's hands. The man holding the shield gave up his weapon and supported the shield with both hands. Hard support.

But taking advantage of the short time to block this killing god, other warriors swarmed in from both sides, intending to isolate Fan Zhuoyuan from the soldiers around him.

But Fan Zhuoyuan stretched out the wolfwhip from both sides to protect the flanks, waving left and right, he directly held the long knives and blunt weapons in the hands of the shogunate warriors.

The opponent was relying on the armor and wanted to continue to advance, followed by several spears piercing from places they could not see. The Japanese-style large armor is often difficult to resist a full-strength stab, and the samurai with superb martial arts skills died on the spot.

And some high-ranking warriors who put on the recently forged iron armor still squeezed forward.

After they broke through the interception of the spears and the wolf-whip, they swung the armor-piercing maces and smashed at the wolf-whip hand, but were stopped by the sword-shield hand, and then they were hit by the palladium hand and fell to the ground with the hook.

In the end, he was stepped on by countless feet of both the enemy and us, and was trampled to death.

In the chaotic battle, the mandarin duck formation had an absolute advantage, and Fan Zhuoyuan was always at the forefront. No matter how fierce the warriors' impact was, he was as stable as a rock, and would only move forward without taking a step backward.

Sufficient defense made Fan Zhuoyuan only need to attack and not defend, just like a tank.

His tall body was illuminated by the bright moon, reflecting the silver light of his armor, like a demon walking out of hell!

At first it naturally caused a siege, but after the besiegers turned into brain-slit corpses, this tallness became a terrifying shadow, and everyone who saw it was heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)