Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

All the new army's formations were in order, including battlefield rescue, and everyone knew what they were doing.

Instead, Lan Guifang looked at the front line in confusion. Only a few people escaped back. They probably saw that the situation was not right and turned their horses around to escape.

It was precisely because of their cowardice that Lan Guifang received an important piece of information, that is, the army in front of them had powerful weapons.

Zhao Sheng’s new army was not suitable for offensive warfare, and there were tens of thousands of corpses in front of them, blocking the valley.

His team cannot be in chaos, nor can they kill the wounded. Unless the enemy is very close to him and he can finish off the enemy, he is not allowed to use other long-range weapons.

Among the pile of corpses, many wounded soldiers were struggling to crawl back, and their desire at this time turned into disappointment again and again.

The people of the Nalan tribe never sympathize with the weak.

Wounded soldiers?

Haha! Let them become food for the soaring falcons of the grassland.

All the cavalry of the Huyan tribe were wiped out this time, and only the infantry were left. They were just cart drivers who were originally intended to transport the spoils and were not considered to have any fighting power.

"Then Lantou, are you really going to watch our people get hurt and do nothing?"

Other tribes, including the Huyan tribe, sent their prestigious people to plead for mercy.

"The best fate for warriors is to die on the battlefield. Let them go."

As the leader of this team, Na Lan's tribe also lost more than 10,000 warriors today, and there were also his own people among those wounded.

The person crawling back seemed not far away, but it was still about seven or eight hundred steps away. In fact, you could rescue him if you went forward.

Zhao Sheng also saw this scene. He asked someone to ask the archer on the crossbow on the roof to adjust the height and replace the impact-explosive arrow with a pull-ring arrow.

After receiving the order, the archer quickly adjusted the angle and the tension of the bowstring.

Under the guidance of Mr. Zhao, Lu the blacksmith's team used a multi-piece elastic compound bow with a pulley. On the one hand, it saves effort, and on the other hand, it controls the difference between saving effort and saving work.

The multi-stage short elastic material, under the action of the pulley, saves the distance of work, and uses a hand-wheel to rotate and pull the bowstring. Their design can achieve a maximum distance of one thousand steps.

Strictly speaking, if they moved a little further, they could shoot at Lan Guifang.

"Chief Nalan, these children can still be saved. Once they recover from their injuries, they will become our warriors again."

The elders of each tribe knelt down one after another. Among them, the elders from the Huyan tribe and the Pubu tribe had a larger number of people. They took the lead in kneeling and begging, hoping that Nalan would send people to rescue them.

After all, the person was crawling back, so no one could tell who he was, but based on the direction, one could probably guess which tribe he was from.

Of course, the last people sent out by the Nalan tribe should forget about it, as they were destroyed like a meat grinder by the Great Zhou army.

The people were overjoyed to receive the approval and wanted to rush forward to rescue their compatriots. Unexpectedly, a cavalryman from the new army came out with a trumpet-like object in his hand and shouted:

"Listen, Huns! If you dare to rescue anyone within our range, we will shoot them. They are not our prisoners, so it is not wrong to shoot them."

The Huns knew that the Zhou army did not kill prisoners, and that was why they became so cruel. The Huns did not care about these things. Who should die and who should not die was decided by the winners.

They didn't believe the cavalry's lies, and many of them went towards the nearest wounded soldiers.

The crossbowmen on the carriage bed didn't need to give any orders again and just shot the arrows in their hands.

It's only within a range of six hundred steps. When the bed crossbow is stable, the range error of a precise strike will not exceed two steps.

If it weren't for the hanging explosives, they could have shot more accurately.

The three powerful crossbows seemed to work in perfect harmony, shooting at different positions. Although the casualties caused were different, the psychological trauma they brought to them was the same.

To be honest, Zhao Sheng had not originally planned to fight like this. He wanted to use his advantage to attack and disrupt the Huns' formation, and then General Cheng's army would overwhelm them all at once.

It was just yesterday's accident. It is almost impossible to arrange a new battle formation now.

The roulette player continued to pull the string, the archer loaded the new arrow, and hung the explosive ring on the crossbow, launching another attack.

The archers on the chariots of the central army switched to impact-type arrows. The accuracy and weight of these arrows, as well as the wind resistance caused by their shape, are superior to those of crossbows with external explosives.

He aimed at a man who looked like a general among the enemy's flags. After adjusting the aim and taking the wind direction into consideration, he pulled the trigger of the crossbow when everything was ready.

The person who was aiming was Lan Guifang, but the archer still overestimated his own level. How could Lan Guifang not see the arrow flying towards him? He pulled the reins and leaned back.

The arrow brushed against the horse's neck, and the feathers were hindered by the friction, changing slightly, and the arrow flew in another direction.

As the saying goes: the last gasp of a dying horse.

What this means is that the arrows were not very powerful at that time. Besides, these generals were wearing armor. How could they kill people from such a long distance?

But something unexpected happened. The iron head of the arrow hit the body of the soldier behind him and suddenly exploded. The iron arrowhead penetrated directly into the body, and the trace of the iron arrowhead was clearly visible on the back.

Seeing this, the new army of the Great Zhou also became interested. They switched to impact-type arrows and shot at Lan Gui, although none of them hit her.

But people can't be killed by being hit by pig urine bubbles. It's so disgusting!

Lan Guifang was no fool. He just waited there for others to shoot him, and then he waved the flag and retreated two miles.

And this retreat was to the camp where they were stationed.

"If the enemy can go, I can go too!" Zhao Sheng ordered the team to advance 500 steps and finish off the enemies who were not completely dead.

Cheng Jushu, who was watching from behind, saw this and ordered, "Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Go forward and help clean up the battlefield."

Zhao Sheng's new army was like a pyramid, requiring everyone to go up and finish off the enemy. If the new recruits didn't bleed, the courage behind them would not come out.

As a result, wherever the new army passed, there were only dead bodies. Every five hundred steps, the flag bearer took no more than one step. Five hundred steps away, the crawling Hun wounded soldiers were almost in despair, but they saw the team suddenly stop.

It seemed to bring them new hope.

Climb! I have to crawl home.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Cheng Jushu rushed over with more than 10,000 people, and attacked the remaining soldiers who had just shown some hope. They started hacking at them wildly, and then stripped off their armor and shoes. They cleaned up all the equipment that could be used.

Zhao Sheng’s new army received an order: move forward one more mile.

So the crowd dispersed, and Cheng Jushu's men began to clean up the battlefield again. The female soldiers following behind were too embarrassed to watch. It turned out that some of them saw that the pants looked good, so they took them off, leaving nothing inside.

Ten thousand people were cleaning up the battlefield, but they couldn't take all the supplies away. It was simply impossible.

So Cheng Jushu sent people back and brought back 30,000 people and carriages, intending to transport the supplies back so that the armor could be repaired and still be used.