In the distance of one hundred and fifty steps, more than three hundred people fell!
The dead, the blood, and the wails of the injured, not only failed to stop the Yellow Turbans from advancing, but on the contrary made them even more ferocious.
In a war, how can one not die?
They are all very aware of the combat effectiveness of the official army. First, the archers will fire a volley, and then the pikemen will press forward. Once their own side is defeated, the official army will launch a charge.
However, the formation of this army is a bit strange. They actually put the most inferior shield soldiers at the front. It's hard for the army to think that these large shields can serve as city walls! Even if you are powerful, how long can you resist?
Therefore, although the Yellow Turban bandits continued to have their companions fall, the remaining Yellow Turban bandit soldiers did not stop charging.
Seeing that they were approaching about thirty-five steps, the Red Turban soldiers in the fourth and fifth rows suddenly had a small crossbow in their right hands. This small crossbow was not big, and the entire crossbow body was only about the same size.
It's only a foot and a half long, but this small crossbow fires continuously, with eleven arrows in one shot.
The small steel crossbow flew out from the gap in the large shield.
Only the sound of the spring was heard, and there was no time between the arrow and the string. It was a series of flat shots, and it was very accurate. Its lethality was definitely no longer lower than that of a normal large crossbow, and it was slightly beyond it.
The continuous steel crossbows, with huge penetrating power, penetrated into the bodies of the Yellow Turban thieves, triggering a series of shrill screams. The blood spattered and reflected eerily brightly in the sunlight.
The wild grass was instantly dyed blood red.
Although the distance was only thirty steps, the Yellow Turban bandits suffered heavy losses. But if they wanted to pass through Lianglang Mountain, they had to break through this line of defense. There was no other choice. Some soldiers who had escaped the steel crossbows rushed forward, but
The shield suddenly tilted, forming a small gap.
Pinghan was confused...
He had never seen such a type of troops, never seen such a strange fighting method, and had never heard of such a weird weapon.
Is it a concurrent repeating crossbow? It doesn't look like it! But the lethality is so powerful, which is simply unheard of and unseen.
Ping Han was completely stunned, but the Yellow Turban soldiers under his command were not stunned. Instead, they continued to launch an even more ferocious attack on Lianglang Pass.
That iron shield is really like an indestructible and huge city wall. It is only more than thirty steps, but it is out of reach. From the gaps in the big shield, piercing spears are strangely poked out, and they rush to
The yellow turban soldiers in front were penetrated by the protruding spears, leaving corpses in front of the shield wall.
It is impossible to calculate how many people died in front of the shield wall!
In short, all Pinghandi's subordinates were crowded at this mountain pass, making the originally spacious place suddenly become very crowded.
"What happened in front, and why were the shouts of death so loud?" Bai Que asked on the horse.
"Report~~" A yellow scarf soldier came to report: "Something bad has happened. Pingqushuai encountered an obstruction from the army at the front. He suffered extremely heavy casualties. It looks like he will be unable to withstand it!"
"Ah!?" Bai Que shouted: "How many officers and soldiers are there?"
"Three hundred!" said the yellow scarf soldier.
"What? Three hundred!? He has more than 3,000 people in his hands, but he can't defeat 300 people! What a waste! Give me the order to move forward quickly and rescue Pinghan, this waste!" Baique rode on the horse and raised the big gun in his hand.
In fact, the distance between the two Yellow Turban armies was not very far, but Ping Han marched quickly all the way. He wanted to compete for credit, strive to be the first, and be the first to join the heavenly soldiers of the great virtuous master. In this way, the two Yellow Turban armies
The distance between the teams has widened!
Baique's five thousand Yellow Turban Army rushed forward desperately, with strong inertia, like a huge wave, covering the sky and covering the ground, raising waves of dust and smoke...
Lianglang Pass
Ping Han felt angry, angry, heartbroken, and resentful... all accumulated in his heart. He swung the steel knife forward fiercely in his hand, and suddenly turned around, only to see waves of dust rising up behind him. Fanatical passion emerged from Ping Han's eyes.
The flames ignited, and the depression caused by the heavy casualties of the Yellow Turban soldiers in his hands was instantly swept away. Pinghan tightened the reins of the horse, kicked the horse's front hooves under his legs, neighed "Xilulu", raised his arms and roared
: "Brothers, Bai Qushuai's 5,000 troops have arrived and we are about to win. We will fight against the army..."
"Fight~~"
The Yellow Turban thieves responded one after another, using hoes, sticks, branches, stones and other objects to launch a frantic attack on the officers and soldiers. The situation that was about to collapse turned into a silent and fearful charge. Zuo Aoran, who was fighting in the front row
He stared like a wolf at Ping Han, who was about to raise his arms and roar, with a hint of murderous intention in his eyes, and shouted: "Fill the spot!" He suddenly stepped back, and a person behind him instantly filled Zuo Aoran's vacant spot. The two of them cooperated really well.
It can be said to be perfect.
"Hey~~"
A sharp sound broke through the air. Ping Han's body paused heavily, and then he lowered his head and stared at his chest. He saw a stabbing spear passing through his chest. Ping Han raised his right arm with all his strength and pointed firmly.
Looking ahead, bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, the anger retreated from his body like a tide, and his originally bright eyes gradually dimmed.
"Uh~~"
Ping Han sighed softly, as if all the strength in his body had been taken away in an instant, and there was no strength at all. His consciousness gradually dissipated, and finally his head drooped feebly, and with a "plop", he fell off the horse.
The remaining surviving Yellow Turban bandits were less than a thousand. Seeing the death of Commander Qu, they were in chaos. The morale of the army was already unstable. After the shock of the Red Turban Army, they were on the verge of collapse. With the death of their backbone, they
The will to fight gradually collapsed.
I don't know who shouted: "Brothers and brothers~~ Commander Qu is dead. The officers and soldiers are too powerful. If you want to survive, just run away!" One person ran away, and then the second person ran away, and they just followed each other.
It was an infectious disease that infected all the Yellow Turban soldiers instantly.
What was originally an unorganized swarm turned into a rout in an instant...
Zuo Aoran smiled slightly, pulled out the steel knife under his ribs, raised it high, and shouted: "Warriors of Zuojiazhuang! The time has come for us to make contributions! Kill!" Zuo Aoran was the first to rush out.
Launched a pursuit against the Yellow Turban thieves.
The three hundred red scarf troops followed him closely like a shadow. It was not a huge team charging, but in the eyes and hearts of these yellow scarf thieves who had been killed and frightened, these three hundred people seemed to be the waves from hell, holding them hostage.
Wrapped in the power of crushing everything, it was like the sky falling apart and the earth breaking apart, like the waves crashing on the shore, rolling towards me.
The earth under your feet is retreating like a tide, and there is only the roar of the earth knocking between the sky and the earth. The whole world is trembling and trembling. In the universe, I am the only one in the world! The fierce pride is burning in Zuo Aoran's chest.
, burning his eyes.
"kill!"
Zuo Aoran roared loudly and slashed down the steel knife in his hand.
"kill!"
The three hundred athletes from the Zuo family responded with a roar. The sound was like thunder. The three hundred people stirred up the dust in the sky, and instantly merged with Zuo Aoran like a rolling iron stream. They continued to sprint forward. The athletes from the front row of the Zuo family threw their left hand into the air.
The big shield had been discarded long ago, and the spears in his hands were pressed down. Dozens of sharp spears shattered the cold wind, forming a suffocating forest of death.
