Established a thousand-year family from the end of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 7 The Crowd ([-])

Luoyueyuan

five o'clock
This place was originally a wasteland. Over the past decades, Wangjiazhuang led a group of serfs to reclaim it into ten thousand hectares of fertile land.

The name Luoyueyuan was also given by Wang Kang, the owner of Wangjiazhuang. It is called Luoyueyuan because the terrain here is lower than the surrounding area and its shape is like a moon.

The sun sets in the cold winter earlier than before, and it is still Shen Shi, but one corner of the sun can be seen to be covered by the green hills in the distance.

"Boss, we have already made hundreds of spears, should that be enough?"

"Hurry up and attack the Wang family village. If you don't drive the Wang family to extinction, sooner or later they will move in the imperial court for reinforcements like before."

"My daughter was taken over by a servant of the Wang family, and finally committed suicide in grief and anger. This blood feud must be repaid with blood!"

A group of farmers dressed in tattered cloth, some of them put a layer of animal skin clothes on top of the cloth to keep warm, some could only hug each other to keep warm, some held wooden spears made from sharpened trees, and some held wooden spears. With a hoe.

At this moment, they all stared at a man in the crowd, the man who led them to rise up.

The man looked at the crowd with a bitter smile. His name was Zhang Long. He was originally a general in the Central Plains, but his home was confiscated because his father participated in the Empress Lv Rebellion. The royal family of Liaodong became serfs.

A few months ago, upon hearing that Wang Kang, the Patriarch of the Wang family, had died of illness, Zhang Long thought that the time had come, so he secretly organized personnel to prepare for trouble. After several months of preparation, he finally rose up today and killed a young prince of the Wang family.

Although he has never been on a battlefield, Zhang Long has been influenced by his family's general culture since he was a child, and he has a little common sense about how to fight. Looking at the ragged farmers holding hoes and wooden spears in front of him, he can only sigh inwardly, hoping that the mob like them can succeed. It's just a fantasy.

But he has no choice, even this rabble is already the only strength he can rely on, unless he is willing to continue to be a serf for the rest of his life.

At this moment, many black spots appeared on the distant horizon.

"Boss! They are the private soldiers of the Wang family. They are here!" A young man with better vision said to Zhang Long while looking at the black spot in the distance.

Those black dots continued to approach slowly, and finally, Zhang Long saw them clearly.

In his vision, the black spots in the distance were three chariots, thirty armored cavalry, fifty armored infantry, and fifty longbowmen.

Although there were only less than 200 people on the other side, Zhang Long knew that the combat effectiveness of these private soldiers of the royal family was much higher than that of the seven or eight hundred peasants.

"Why do the royal family's private soldiers wear armor? Didn't the Han court explicitly prohibit private buying and selling of armor? This behavior of the Wang family is a capital offense, don't they know?"

Zhang Long was very desperate. Originally, he thought that the private soldiers of the royal family were more trained than farmers and their weapons were sharper than farmers. But like farmers like them, they all went into battle lightly, and it was impossible to wear heavy armor, because it was a capital offense for a big man. , Only in this way can the mob of them have a glimmer of hope of winning.

However, looking at the royal soldiers and cavalry in heavy armor in the distance, Zhang Long knew that everything was over.

Although he knew that there was almost no hope of winning, Zhang Long still wanted to struggle, so he shouted to the farmers: "They have cavalry, let's form an array quickly, otherwise if those heavy cavalry rush in, we will be like chickens waiting to be slaughtered." Like a duck, it has no power to resist!"

In this short hour, Zhang Long not only mobilized farmers to make wooden spears, but also briefly trained some of them to march and form formations.

"Yes!"

A leader of the rebel army temporarily appointed by Zhang Long hurriedly organized the farmers to form a phalanx according to what Zhang Long taught before, to prevent the royal heavy cavalry from rushing in to slaughter.

The farmers pushed each other, holding spears and hoes and forming an irregular square formation. Everyone stood crookedly. There were too many gaps between people, which could easily lead to weak defenses, while others had too many gaps. Small, causing the comrades around him to be unable to use their hands and feet.

"Ugh……"

Looking at the crooked phalanx formed by the farmers, Zhang Long lamented in his heart. He didn't think such a phalanx could really stop the charge of the heavy armored cavalry. He only hoped that the Wang family didn't have anyone who understands military affairs, so there might be a little possibility of turning defeat into victory. .

really……

After seeing the farmers forming a phalanx, the armored heavy cavalry stopped advancing and divided into two teams, each with ten men, circled to both sides of the peasant phalanx, keeping a certain distance from the peasant phalanx, and another team of ten men The heavy armored cavalry retreated to the sides of the chariot, not knowing what to do.

"Damn it, I was bitten, and there is no chance to retreat, now I can only die and survive!"

Seeing such a situation, Zhang Long knew that he had completely entered the dead zone in the military book now. If he chose to disband the formation and retreat at this time, the cavalry on both sides would surround them and cut off their retreat. But if they did not retreat, it would be like this Constantly exhausted, sooner or later the farmers will be hungry, thirsty and tired, and eventually they will collapse without a fight.

"Leader, what should we do? Do we just stand in formation like this?" A leader of the rebel army came and asked Zhang Long.

"Wait first." Zhang Long didn't know what to do. He didn't dare to let the farmers charge. Once they charged, the square formation, which was not very strict at all, would be full of loopholes, and the heavy armored cavalry would take the opportunity to rush in and slaughter.

However, the Wang family will not give these mobs a chance to rest.

I saw those longbowmen standing in two rows and walking to the front, 25 people in each row, under the command of a royal family boy, shooting at the farmer in bursts.

call out! ! !
Whoosh! ! !
After a round of arrow rain, another row of longbowmen will immediately fill in the gaps in firepower, and the next round of arrow rain will begin, and the two rows will take turns throwing arrows at the farmers' phalanx.

"what--"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-"

"My knees, my knees! Ahh-"

Although there were not many longbowmen and the rain of arrows was sparse, after two rounds, only five farmers were shot, three of them were slightly injured, one was seriously injured, and only one was shot to death.

But being consumed remotely in this way has a very big blow to the morale of the farmers who are not many.

"Damn!"

Under the current situation, Zhang Long cursed secretly, he knew that he could not continue to stay in place like this, otherwise his morale would collapse soon, and then everything would be over.

"Come on! Kill those royal family archers!"

Zhang Long shouted angrily, and holding a spear in his hand, he led the men to charge fearlessly.

call out! ! !
Whoosh! ! !
The longbowmen threw two more rounds of arrow rain, and after shooting down five or six people, they quickly retreated behind the armored infantry.

Fifty armored soldiers stood in a thin line, protecting the longbowmen and slowly stepped back more than ten steps, occupying a relatively high place, and the longbowmen threw arrows at the farmers.

Due to the different physical fitness of the farmers and the lack of command, there were huge loopholes in their charge formation. Some rushed fast, some rushed slowly, and some stood still panting halfway through the charge, or even stood still. Sit down and rest.

At this time, those heavy cavalry finally dispatched.

The heavy armored cavalry on both sides of the farmers suddenly came from their unsuspecting sides and rear, and dozens of heads were easily harvested.

"what--"

"what!!!"

"From behind, they came from behind us!"

"Boss, what should I do?"

A small leader asked Zhang Long in a panic, but Zhang Long didn't know what to do. The gap in strength was so great, and he was only familiar with military books, but he had never actually been on the battlefield. The crisis at this moment made him roar hysterically: "Chong!" Go! Go! As long as you rush to the front and grab the Wang family on the chariot as hostages, there is still hope for everything!"

At this time, after harvesting dozens of heads, those heavy armored cavalry did not dare to fight in the crowd, quickly left the battlefield, and then turned back to charge again.

The farmers' hoes hitting the armored cavalry did no harm at all, at most it made the heavy cavalry feel a little pain in their thighs.

And their wooden spears are also not very lethal. A brave farmer stabbed the wooden spear on the leg armor of the armored heavy cavalry. Instead, because of the huge impact force of the cavalry charge, his wooden spear was shocked, and the wooden spear held the handle. A hole was poked in his chest, and he immediately vomited a mouthful of blood. The intense pain caused him to throw down his wooden spear and fall to the ground, howling. Then, the next cavalryman who charged in pierced his neck with a horse spear, and blood gushed out. completely dead.

"Don't stab their armor, stab their horse legs! Stab their horse legs!" Zhang Long yelled at the farmers, but it didn't work. There were wailing and crying everywhere, and no one could hear his command.

After the heavy cavalry harvested dozens of heads again, the peripheral farmers who were closer to the heavy cavalry were terrified, and they no longer dared to follow the crowd to continue charging. Fleeing, as these farmers on the periphery of the crowd fled backward, some farmers who did not understand the situation also fled along with the crowd.

Gradually, more and more farmers fled, and eventually turned into a collapse.

There were only a hundred or so who rushed faster and were about to get close to the chariot, but were charged and killed by ten heavy cavalry beside the chariot. No power to parry.

Dozens of farmers with relatively strong physical fitness survived the charge of ten heavy cavalry and rushed to the chariot, but they exhausted their energy from the charge, and had to face the royal infantry in iron armor. Without the support of comrades in arms, he was not an opponent at all, and was pierced by a spear as soon as he rushed to the front.

To make matters worse, as the farmers collapsed on a large scale, the three chariots also started to move, rushing directly into the crowd to reap fresh lives wantonly.

Everyone was scrambling to escape, fearing that they would run slower than their comrades in arms, and no one dared to stop to stop the charge of the mere three chariots.

"Don't run! We can't run with two legs, and we can't run with chariots. Only by stopping and forming an army formation can we stop them or even fight back. Don't run!!! Ah——"

Zhang Long's eyes were red. Obviously, as long as he stops and does not run away, he can turn defeat into victory. As long as he reorganizes the army formation, he can block those heavy cavalry and chariots. The blocked chariots and heavy cavalry have no speed advantage. Surrounded by the rebel army, there is only one dead end. Obviously, as long as you stop and regroup, you can turn defeat into victory, but why no one listens to him, why everyone only cares about escaping.

"Throw down your weapons and kneel down, those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Throw down your weapons and kneel down, those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Throw down your weapons and kneel down, those who surrender will not be killed!"

At this time, the private soldiers of the royal family shouted to the crowd of rebels. More and more farmers chose to put down their wooden spears and hoes, kneel on the ground and surrender, and the few rebels who wanted to continue to escape or even resist would be punished by heavy cavalry. The chariot catches up and grinds it to powder.

Under such deterrence, finally no one dared to continue to run away, let alone resist, and put down their crude weapons in despair, kneeling on the ground and surrendering.

(End of this chapter)