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Volume 1 Chapter 43 Defense of Black Tiger Village 2

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    "Hidden!" Liang Yong roared, squatted down quickly, pulled a wooden board next to him and put it on his head. A burst of sharp arrows streaked through the air. The sound of "Whoosh!" rang out, and a burst of arrows rained at a wide angle.  The parabola flew high into the air and fell like raindrops under its own weight.

    "Duh! Duh!" The wooden board above Liang Yong's head shook violently twice, and the sound of "duh duh, ding ding" of sharp arrows hitting wood and stones was also heard from the side, as well as the "chi chi" of a few sharp arrows hitting the human body.  The sound and the grunt made when someone is injured

    He no longer remembers how many times the enemy has attacked. He only knows that the enemy has been attacking for three days, and he has not slept during these three days.

    At the beginning, the enemy underestimated the enemy very much, especially the first time. Only less than a hundred people came, carrying two long ladders, and came in a big way. A shower of arrows were fired from a distance, and then the enemy rushed in quickly.  Coming forward, I wanted to use such a simple method to capture Black Tiger Village.

    Facing such a rash attack and such a good target.  Of course Liang Yong would not be polite. When the enemy was approaching the gate, he gave an order, and the bamboo arrows flew out like raindrops. The screams could not be heard, and the enemy was caught off guard. Several rounds of arrows rained down.  When they came down, the enemy retreated immediately.

    Due to the limited power of the bamboo arrows, only more than 20 corpses were left under the city wall.  By the time the retreating enemies more or less had one or two bamboo arrows stuck in their bodies, they were groaning in pain and running away in confusion.  Liang Yong believes that if he uses a steel crossbow this time, he can keep most of the enemies behind. Of course, this will also consume all the crossbow arrows

    ¡°Repelling the enemy this time gave the village protection team a great encouragement. These new recruits also found their self-confidence and felt that the enemy in front of them was nothing more than that.  There was thunderous cheers for a while.

    However, good luck only comes once, and they obviously underestimated the enemy's combat capabilities. The second attack was postponed to the morning of the next day. After a night of preparation, the enemy did a very good job; the enemy in this attack carried a large number of cannons.  The few people in the front worked together to erect a high wooden shield, and the archers hiding behind them slowly advanced to the door of the stronghold, and then a continuous stream of arrows flew up the wall.

    This time, the village protection team was caught off guard. The sudden arrow rain hit many people. If they had not been well prepared and equipped with wooden shields, the casualties would have been even more severe.

    What¡¯s more serious is yet to come. The village protection team was temporarily suppressed on the top of the wall. The enemy took the opportunity to set up a ladder and climbed onto the top of the wall. Then a brutal hand-to-hand fight began on this narrow city wall.

    Liang Yong still clearly remembers the danger that time. The members who had just joined the village protection team were frightened by the enemy's ferocity. They all stood there with knives and pale faces, not knowing what to do.  Seeing that there was about to be a retreat, Liang Yong took the lead and rushed forward with a knife at the critical moment. While slashing the enemy, he kept shouting: "Do you really want to be a coward? Do you want to go back to the past?"

    Liang Yong's roar woke everyone up, and they understood that the battle going on in front of them was a battle of your death or my death. Any hesitation and timidity would only lead to death; one after another, members of the village protection team roared to disperse.  He was timid and joined the desperate ranks with a knife.

    At the same time, because of the terrain here, it was not suitable for a large group of people to attack, and there were not many people rushing up. Therefore, after a hard battle, the enemy's attack was finally repelled with difficulty, but the village protection team also paid a heavy price.  Nearly thirty people were killed and another thirty were injured

    After this time, both sides have a new understanding of each other's strength, and the village guards know what a bloody battle is

    The enemy also knew that it would cost a lot to forcibly capture Black Tiger Village, so they slowly changed their strategies. The subsequent battles slowly evolved into a war of harassment and attrition. The enemy made more wooden weapons.  He kept pushing the wooden shield up in front of the stronghold, and then used bows and arrows to shoot at the wall.

    And this kind of attack has not stopped in the past three days. They took turns to attack. Even at night, they continued to harass the village protection team under the light of huge fires.  During this period, there were several situations where the number of attackers suddenly increased and they rushed to the city wall.  Fortunately, it was discovered in time and the enemy was quickly repelled.

    After these three days of fighting, the village protection team has completely grown up!  Wu Yiping's rigorous training and the test of blood have created real soldiers.  The current village protection team appears to be calm and calm when facing enemy attacks. Everyone knows their position on the battlefield and knows when to hide and when to stick their head out and shoot.

    But the three days of fighting had squeezed out all the energy of everyone. The villagers¡¯ eyes were bloodshot and deeply sunken, their faces were pale, their lips were sallow, and everyone was extremely exhausted.

    Due to extreme fatigue, Liang Yong¡¯s hands trembled slightly.Holding on tightly to the wooden board that was about ten centimeters thick and weighed several dozen kilograms, the arrow rain slowly became sparse. He quickly glanced below and saw the figure carrying the ladder and carrying the man again appearing below.  Crowd of wooden shields.

    Liang Yong threw the board aside, raised his bow, stood up, and shouted: "Fight back! Quick, fight back with bows and arrows!"

    The village guards who had just ducked down to avoid the rain of arrows grabbed their bows and stood up, nocked arrows, drew their bows, and fired back at the enemies that were coming like a tide.

    At this time, the aunts, aunts and other support staff who were hiding behind also ran up quickly and carried the newly injured village protector down for treatment.

    "Some more people are coming from the left side of the gate!" Luo Hu's head was wrapped with a thick strip of cloth, and blood oozed out from time to time on the left side. It was a wound scratched by an arrow in a rain of arrows because he failed to avoid it in time; while he was facing Liang  The brave man stood on the city wall, drawing his bow and releasing arrows. His wide-eyed eyes were bloodshot, and his hand pulling the bow was bloody from rubbing against the bowstring for a long time.

    ¡°I¡¯m almost out of bamboo arrows here, bring the arrows over quickly,¡± a platoon leader on the right shouted loudly.

    Liang Yong arranged for people to carry the bamboo arrows and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Prepare the iron-headed arrows."

    After hearing the order, everyone picked up the iron-tipped arrows shot by the enemy, put them on their bows, and waited with bated breath.

    Liang Yong stared fiercely at the crowd that was getting closer and closer, and waved his hand fiercely: "Shoot!"

    The bow and arrow were drawn with all their strength into a full moon shape, and they were firmly aimed at the enemy before releasing their fingers.  "Whoosh!"

    These black iron-tipped arrows belong to the enemy below. They are collected after being shot up, and then returned when the enemy gets closer.  The power of iron-tipped arrows is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary bamboo arrows.  Especially this arrow that he shot while holding his breath and concentrating.

    The iron-tipped arrows shot out pulled a black line, and some sharp arrows were instantly inserted into the chest of the enemy without wooden shield protection, tearing the enemy's sternum and reaching the heart.  Even on the city wall, you can still see the splatters of blood blooming like fireworks. These enemies slowly soften to the ground, and their struggling movements become slower and slower until they are motionless.

    Some arrows did not hit the fatal part, or were inserted deeply into the thigh, or penetrated the entire arm. Even if the arrow was inserted into the body and lightly scratched, a long hole would be pulled out.  The blood flows freely and the combat effectiveness is lost.

    Many people fell down, but more people rushed over desperately.

    After the observation just now, Liang Yong's heart contracted slightly. According to his judgment, the enemy is likely to charge forward again this time.

    Liang Yong saw the enemy archers nocking arrows and drawing bows again "Hidden!!" A hoarse voice echoed throughout the city wall.
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