"Isn't this a joke?"

"Is this the soldiers of the Three Yamen? We are relying on them to protect our Lin'an City?"

"Who are these people? We pay so much tax every year, so we raise this kind of waste snack?"

It is actually not uncommon to shoot arrows on one's own heads on the battlefield, but they all happen in melee. n∈There is a clear line and the shooting cover can kill one's own people. It's really weird. It's no wonder that the people watching the game cursed!

The sweat beads on the forehead of Han Zhen, the commander of the Third Yamen Army, suddenly came down. Although he knew that the Third Yamen Army was a little decayed, it was still very unexpected to this extent. Although the Third Yamen Army pursued the separation of military generals, he also had to go to school several times a year, and did not find that the people below had already decayed to this extent!

Moreover, when he was young, the Three Yajun was not that bad - at that time, it was worth a lot of money to pay the salary, so everyone still practiced training. Now those few Huizi can only be used to wipe their butts, so how could the big-headed soldiers below put down their livelihoods and train them?

The consequence of not sweating and training in normal times is naturally that blood is shedding during wartime!

"First row, squat!"

"Second row, lift!"

"The third row, frame!"

The 120 powerful crossbows of the Chen Family Army were also built. These were the "butt crossbows" designed by Chen Dexing. They were made into a butt crossbow with a butt stock style that could be placed on the shoulders. The stability of the crossbow was greatly enhanced when shooting, which was very conducive to aiming and shooting. Because the soldiers in the front row of the opponent were all holding shields, the Chen Family Army's crossbowmen lowered the crossbows and aimed at their lower plates.

Zhang Xianshi drew out the scimitar. He held a shield in one hand and stood on the right side of the crossbowmen, close to the battlement of the city wall. His task was to measure the distance and give orders. He saw him raise the scimitar in his hand high, facing the sunlight, and bursts of cold light.

50 steps, 40 steps, 30 steps... Zhang Xianshi just silently estimated the distance. When the three yamen army at the moment advanced less than 20 steps, he suddenly waved the scimitar and roared: "Shit!"

Then he heard a loud "stretched" sound, and the crossbow strings of 120 crossbows popped up the arrow clusters almost at the same time! The sharp feather arrows seemed to form a moving wall of death, and suddenly collided with the three yamen troops who were moving forward.

The scream immediately sounded. At less than 20 steps, the sharp arrow pierced the armor of the three yamen soldiers without any effort. It pierced into the muscles of their legs! Because the distance was too close, the force of the arrow cluster was extremely strong, and many arrow clusters simply shot against these thighs. No one could stand firm when the leg was hit so hard. At least the people in Lin'an couldn't bear such pain. All thirty or forty people in the front row of the three yamen soldiers fell to the ground, threw away the shield and sword spear in their hands, and just hugged their thighs and cried to their parents!

This is the battlefield, and it is not the place where ordinary people should come!

"Little Sky Thunder, throw it!"

Their disaster is not over yet! 120 small thunders lit on fire fell from the sky again, and all fell into the already chaotic formation of the Three Yamen Army. The explosion sounded. Fireballs rose one after another, shrapnel flying like hail, cutting the panicked Three Yamen Army to the ground one by one...

Because these small thunders are not very powerful, most of the fallen people only suffer non-death damage. If the shrapnel can be removed in time, they can survive. However, the severe pain of steel fragments splitting the flesh and blood body is still not something that ordinary people can tolerate.

Heart-wrenching screams sounded higher than a wave, and the smell of blood spread across the city walls. It seemed that this was the formidable Avici Hell.

"Chen Family Army! Draw your sword!"

"promise!"

Suddenly, the loud military orders and the sound of promises, as if the sharp arrows that broke through the air instantly pierced all kinds of screams and reached the ears of every soldier of the Three Yamen on the city wall. Everyone, whether they had fallen or were unscathed, had only one breath, and they were immediately in endless panic.

A round of feather arrows and a round of small sky thunder bombing have already made them realize the fact that they are ordinary people! But the other side is a truly elite force who is killing all directions. Even the Mongolian Qiexue army cannot resist. Can they still resist?

"Run!"

I don’t know who shouted first, and the hand-to-hand soldiers in the front row of the Sanya Army lost the courage to fight, and threw away the sword and spear in his hand and turned around and fled - but compared with the Qing soldiers at another moment! In fact, this is the inevitable result of the soldiers who do not know the generals, generals do not know the soldiers, and no one trains the soldiers, and finally raise them into the common people...

When the people in the front row were arrowed and thundered, the people in the back row knew that they could not beat it. They were all ready to escape. Lin'anzi was naturally quite sloppy. The residents of metropolitan areas from ancient times to the present are like this. They are not the source of military service at all, let alone they are not real soldiers! How could they wait foolishly for the Chen family army to cut down the big blade? They ran away one by one, they were really faster than rabbits.

As a result, most of the people escaped safely. After they came down from the city wall, they lost their equipment and armor and disappeared into the streets and alleys of Lin'an City. Not only did the soldiers run away, but the officers in the team escaped cleanly - they were all from Lin'an, so of course they were familiar with the escape. Moreover, today they were not the Tartars who slaughtered the city at any time, but Chen Dexing, a "little fellow villager". Afterwards, no matter whether they were wearing yellow robe or holding the emperor to command the princes, they should not make things difficult for Lin'an fellow villager...

The battle on the city wall was like a farce, and 250 people defeated 1,500 people without any effort! The battle ended so quickly that the three Yajun troops that drove from the western wall of Lin'an City had already ended before they approached the Yuhang Gate Tower.

The people watching the battle under the city wall were stunned, and the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

It’s not how elite the Chen family army is, but how the three yamen soldiers have fallen into this way! It’s hard to say that the Chen family army’s attack is sharp. If it were Lianghuai, Jinghu, and Sichuan, any personal guards who were headed by the army could be attacked. However, this kind of attack that is not sharp made the three yamen soldiers who were several times more sharp collapse!

This can only show one problem. The force in the hands of the Song Dynasty was useless! The Song Dynasty court in panic turned out to have been basically disarmed!

...

"This...this is good!this is good!"

Han Zhen, who was commanding the battle, was stunned. Dong Songchen, who came to supervise the battle, jumped and asked questions. Although he had only talked for a while, even a fool could see that the Yuhang Gate could not be defeated, and Chen Dexing's 3,000 elite troops were invincible in Lin'an!

This Lin'an City will soon be controlled by Chen Dexing!

"Mingjin withdrew the troops! Mingjin withdrew the troops..." Han Zhen dared not fight, and shouted loudly and stopped the troops.

As the Third Yamen Army, he always knew that the Third Yamen Army could not fight, but he thought that the Third Yamen Army was an army. But today, they were all people, even with swords and guns, which was useless. Even if they could gather all the 70,000 yamen troops around Lin'an City, they could not defeat the 3,000 Chen family army.

Moreover, the three yamen troops that can be summoned now are only more than 10,000. It is already good to be able to defend Chaotian Gate and protect the safety of the officials and the officials of the court.

...

Above the city wall, Wang Jian and Wang Yan and his son looked at the crowded Ming sects with their faces ashen. Wang Jian slapped the cliffs suddenly and turned around and wanted to shout something. Wang Yan pulled him and shook his head slightly: "It's useless."

Wang Jian said angrily: "Are you just letting the Demon Sect gather together like this? What if they connect with Chen Dexing, is this Lin'an or the Song Dynasty's career?"

Wang Yan sighed: "The three yamen army has become decayed, and it is not enough to defend by relying on the wall. If you force them to fight, you will be wiped out. No one will guard the east wall by then."

Wang Jian waved his hand and hated: "What should we do? If we cannot disperse the Demon Cult members, when Chen Dexing's 3,000 people enter the city, these people will definitely use it. With his ability to train troops, these mobs will be turned into elites in June. At that time, the Song Dynasty will have the surname Chen!" The old man stamped his feet, "Yan'er, hurry up and send someone to summon the old subordinates who are responsible for training in each army. There should be more than 1,000 people..."

Wang Yan lowered his voice and said, "Sir, the child has already sent someone to summon him. 1,000 people will arrive soon. But have you figured out how to use these 1,000 people?"

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that his son had a good relationship with Chen Dexing, and in theory he was Chen Dexing's disciple!

"Yan'er, you are..." He looked around, and there were personal soldiers of the Wang family around him, and then he let out a sigh, "My father and son are Song ministers in the end, and the official family will eventually have bad intentions, and we must not be disobedient."

Wang Yan sneered: "Sir, it's not the same as before! The officials can control martial arts. In addition to Confucian scholars and scholars, there are 100,000 soldiers from three yamen (including the soldiers stationed in Jiankang, Qingyuan, Shaoxing and other places). Since the three yamen are useless, how can they protect the Song Dynasty by relying solely on scholars? It's time for our martial artists to be proud!"

"Yan'er, what do you want to do?"

Wang Yan built the city wall and looked around quietly, looking at the Lin'an City that was trapped in the smoke of gunpowder: "I just think that the sky of the Song Dynasty should change, and it cannot always be that their scholars suppress us military personnel. You are the governor. If it were in the Five Dynasties of the Tang Dynasty, how powerful would it be? Even the prime minister dared not disobey the stern. Now, you are just a pawn of the Guanyuan, named the Three Yamen Army, but less than a hundred people can manage... You are a loyal and kind person in the Song Dynasty, but now no one is not.
Chapter completed!