Chapter 629 Mark of the Loser

After the horn of the attack sounded, the soldiers of the camp guarding the mountainhead fortress immediately became nervous. Admiral Ma Zhifang shouted and ordered all the archers to open their bows on the wall of the wall to wait. Ma Zhifang specially ordered the archers to apply more colored powder on the blunt arrows, so as not to make the marks unclear after hitting the key point. There is an opportunity to deny quibble.

Everyone stared at the four-square hillside. A moment later, under the gentle slope in the south, a one-high shield made of more than 30 branches and vines stood up and slowly pushed towards the top of the mountain. Four or five soldiers of the Shenshu Battalion behind the shield shrank behind and did not show their heads like turtles.

Ma Zhifang immediately complained to the judges in the fortress: "You have seen that the rules are not allowed to take shields. Shenshu Camp is a violation. Don't you judge them to lose?"

A judge squinted for a while and shook his head and said, "Margrave Ma, they didn't foul. The rules say that shields are not allowed in the war equipment, but they don't say that they can't take materials on the spot. Look, it's not a shield, it's just a pile of branches and vines."

Ma Zhifang said angrily, "But it's enough to resist the arrows we don't have iron arrows. What is this foul?"

The judge ignored it and squeaked, "If it's not a violation, it's not a violation, otherwise the judge of that side will let them take this thing to battle? It shows that they and I agree that this is allowed by the rules. Lord Ma, let's fight quickly. They are coming soon.

Ma Zhifang scolded a few words and was helpless, but in fact, he was not panicked. Although he could not shoot the soldiers hiding behind Teng Dun for the time being, they still said that they attacked the wall so openly.

"Give me some energy. When they get closer, the shield will not be covered, and shooting arrows from the side will definitely work." Ma Zhifang gave a loud order.

"But the marquis, they don't seem to stop." The commander-in-chief shouted.

Ma Zhifang stared at it and saw that the soldiers of the Shenshu battalion stopped on the hillside 30 steps away. Teng Dun stood on the ground and everyone shrank behind.

"They are saving enough strength to make the final sprint. They are all tense for me. As soon as they rush, they shoot arrows randomly." Ma Zhifang shouted.

Before the words fell, I suddenly saw a bamboo whistle blowing on the hillside. After the rattan shield, the heads of three or four soldiers came out. For a moment, I heard the buzzing bow strings, and hundreds of arrows broke through the air and hit the city.

The soldiers of the Beijing camp at the head of the city still stared and stared at their movements. They didn't expect that the other party would suddenly probe and shoot arrows. They only heard a few screams. Although it was a blunt arrow wrapped in cotton cloth dipped in colored powder, it was still a little painful to hit the body, especially several soldiers who were shot in the face covered their faces. Shout loudly.

Before Ma Zhifang understood what was going on, he heard the judge with masks and armor that he was not afraid of bows and arrows. "You, you, and you, and the one over there, the four of you are out."

"What the hell is it? Are you right?"

"Margrave Ma, can you fight again if you are hit by an arrow in the face on the battlefield? Whether his life can be saved or not is not certain. If Lord Ma interferes with the performance of his duties, he will count this in the battlefield record and report it to the emperor.

"Go, I'm too lazy to talk to you." Ma Zhifang waved his hand impatiently and turned his face to see several soldiers who were covering their faces with black powder. He came forward and kicked and scolded, "Why don't you get out? It's embarrassing."

Hundreds of sudden feather arrows under the hillside only caused the reduction of the other party's four people. First, the angle of the back shot was not good. Second, the target of the opponent's lower body was too small after the wall stacks. The flight speed of the blunt arrows was not fast and the curvature was difficult to grasp, so most of the arrows were released empty. Even the sharpshooters selected by Shenshu Camp, It's hard to make a hundred times.

But it was enough to reduce the number of four people. After Xu Tai, who led the team, confirmed that someone from the other side had been shot out, he ordered the Fuji Shield team to retreat quickly. Ma Zhifang was dumbfounded and scolded, "What do these turtle grandchildren mean? Did Mr. Fei come up to shoot a round of arrows? What the hell is this?

The judge had no good impression of Ma Zhifang and sneered and said, "Marquis Ma, don't you understand? They have caused your staff reduction. Next, they don't need to worry at all. When the battle is over, they can eliminate your Marquis Ma; Lord Ma's brain is not enough.

Ma Zhifang shouted and scolded, "This man is so treacherous. What's his mother's ability? It's true to have the ability. The attack of the gun is coming."

The judge sneed: "How could Lord Ma stay still for an hour and a half yesterday and stay at the foot of the mountain to bask in the sun? At least the Marquis Song attacked for a while.

Ma Zhifang had no time to argue with the judge. He realized that Song Nan would take time to shrink at the foot of the mountain next. As soon as the time came, he lost. Now the only way to reverse the situation is to find them to fight, otherwise there is no chance of winning.

In desperation, Ma Zhifang immediately went out of the fortress and went down the mountain to find Song Nan's bad luck. He had to keep 50 people to guard the fortress, so as not to be attacked by the Shenshu camp from the dark to control the fortress. Wouldn't it become his own attack? Although leaving manpower to make himself less aggressive, Ma Zhifang had to do so.

More than 400 people rushed down from the south slope. After crossing a small ridge, he saw the soldiers and horses lying or sitting on the grass at the foot of the mountain, basking in the sun one by one. It seemed that Song Nan thought he was winning and no longer cared about the military appearance.

Ma Zhifang angrily ordered to charge and rushed down from the slope. The soldiers at the foot of the mountain seemed to panic and got up and hurriedly formed a battle.

"It's really a group of rabble. If you don't retreat at this time, you dare to stand there and wait for us to break them up. Brothers, chop them fiercely! Although wooden knives and guns can't kill people, don't be soft and beat them hard with sticks!" Ma Zhifang shouted.

"Marquis, the number of them is wrong. Why does it look like there are only two or three hundred people? What about half of the manpower? Shouldn't it go around and attack the fortress? That fortress can't be defended. The sharp-eyed and nosed commander-in-chief once again felt a little bad.

"Never mind, kill the two hundred people at the foot of the mountain first, and then go back to get back the fortress when we have a military advantage. There is still a lot of time. Let's fight quickly." Ma Zhifang shouted.

The command and know that this is also a helpless way. Now it is impossible to turn around. It is the right way to defeat the two hundred people at the foot of the mountain and then turn back and then take the fortress. Therefore, there is no longer any objection. More than 400 people shouted and rushed down the hillside and rushed to the 200 god camp soldiers and horses.

However, at the moment of rushing down the hillside, hundreds of people's heads emerged from the barren grass on the side of the hillside, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded, and the feather arrows fell into the chaotic formation of the camp.

"Five of you, out!"

"Don't rush, you guys. You have become an ink shop on your chest and abdomen. You're out."

"These brothers, by the way, it's you. Don't hide, get out."

The quick-eyed judge pointed his fingers, and more than a dozen subordinate soldiers who followed the judge brought the out soldiers together at the order of the judge, forcing them to leave their weapons and sit together as living dead.

More than 200 archers of the Shenshu Camp who were ambushed shot three rounds of feather arrows and sent 90 soldiers from the Shenwei Camp to rest. Then they left their bows and arrows, grabbed wooden swords and wooden guns and rushed to kill. At the same time, more than 200 Shenshu Camp soldiers on the grass also rushed over from below, charging two miles, and the formation immediately dispersed. The Shenshu Battalion, which had a huge advantage in numbers, hardly used much effort to send the soldiers of the Shenwei Battalion one by one.

Ma Zhifang had no choice but to know that he had lost. He stopped at the foot of the hillside with the remaining 100 'living people' and waved his hand and shouted, "Don't fight, don't fight. We will lose."

Song Nan, who had never seen a figure, came out of nowhere. Her hair was still covered with grass crumbs, and her eyes were still a little swollen, as if she had slept in the grass.

"Lord Ma, I have made the concession." Song Nan smiled.

"Das, I've been hit by your trick. It's disgraceful and not fair." Ma Zhifang hummed.

"Winning is winning, losing is losing. The rules are agreed by everyone, and it's meaningless to complain now." Song Nan came forward, pulled out the wooden knife at his waist and dipped it in black ink.

"Marquis, don't move." Song Nan smiled.

What are you doing? I have conceded defeat. What else do you want?"

"There must be a rule of exit, but don't move, otherwise I will regard you as not surrendering and will order to continue playing. Although the wooden knife and gun can't hurt people, my fists and feet are not heavy. The arms and legs of more than a dozen brothers over there may have been dislocated, as you can see.

Ma Zhifang said angrily, "Song, don't bully people too much."

Song Nan did not answer, raised a wooden knife full of black ink, and cut Ma Zhifang's face diagonally. Ma Zhiyuan opened his eyes angrily and couldn't help moving, allowing Song Nan to drag a black mark from top to bottom.

Song Nan stretched out his hand with a smile, pulled out the order flag at Ma Zhifang's waist and slowly raised it. The soldiers of Shenshu Battalion raised wooden knives and wooden guns and cheered.

"Shinwei Camp is out! Shenshu Yingsheng!" The judge's disgusting voice sounded, and Ma Zhifang spat and turned around and left without looking back with the mark of the loser.