Zhang Baiqi asked cheerfully: "Gou Si! What is going on? Please explain it clearly to me."
"Both Pingqushuai and Qushuai are dead. One had his chest pierced by a spear, and the other had his throat pierced by a sharp sword. Pingqushuai's nearly 5,000 men and horses were dead and fled. I'm afraid there are less than 500 of them.
Not only that, more than half of Bai Qushuai's nearly 6,000 troops were killed or wounded, it would be good to have 2,000 left," Gou Si said.
"Ah!?" Zhang Baiqi was shocked after hearing this, and thought to himself: "These are nearly 10,000 men and horses. They were beaten so badly in less than one afternoon. How many men and horses are there in the army? This is what I have in my hands."
Isn’t it true that eight thousand men and horses are given for nothing?” Zhang Baiqi calmed down the shock in his heart and asked: “How many men and horses are there in the official army?”
Gou Si lowered his head and began to make calculations in his mind. Am I telling the truth? Or not telling the truth? Zhang Baiqi saw that he did not answer and also lowered his head, thinking that he was counting the number of officers and soldiers.
I didn’t ask again.
After a while, Gou Si raised his head and said: "Back to Zhang Qushuai, the villain didn't see clearly at the time. He only saw a flood of officers and soldiers coming towards us. It was estimated that there were a thousand people, all of whom were well-trained."
The officers and soldiers, but after a lot of fighting, maybe there are only a few hundred of them left."
Zhang Baiqi nodded and said, "I have a task for you, are you willing to complete it?"
"The villain's wish." Gou Si said.
"Okay! You inform Marshal Zhang immediately, saying that Ping Han and Bai Que are dead, and it will be difficult for my eight thousand troops to pass through the two wolf mountains alone. Let Marshal quickly dispatch Huang Long, and the two Marshals Qu from the left school will go to
Our troops will move closer." Zhang Baiqi said.
"yes!"
"With the billowing dust ahead, there must be another Yellow Turban bandit army coming. Judging from the signs, there may be seven or eight thousand men and horses." Lu Xiang said.
Zuo Aoran raised his stabbing spear high (his own stabbing spear was pulled out from Ping Han's body) and ordered: "The first team retreated to the center, the second team moved forward, taking over the position of the first team, and the third team
Pick up the string, pick up the bow, and prepare to fire a volley! Get ready to fight!" Zuo Aoran, Zhu Ci, Liu Hu, Lu Kuang, and Lu Xiang were still in the first row.
"promise!"
All the soldiers stood up and accepted the promise.
Not long after, batches of Yellow Turbans marched slowly ahead. Why are they called batches of Yellow Turbans? It's because this batch of Yellow Turbans is different from the previous Yellow Turbans. Not only do they wear leather armor, but they also have
Those are weapons, not those fire sticks.
The leader looks a bit like a white-faced scholar, with a spear in his hand and a white horse on his hip. This person is none other than Zhang Baiqi, the commander of the Yellow Turban Canal, one of the three forward troops of the Yellow Turban Army!
Zhang Baiqi looked at the people arrayed at the mountain pass in front and said, he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. Isn't this too little? Without the protection of the city wall, wouldn't these three hundred officers and soldiers be like wheat in front of him? Wait!
He asked himself to go harvest! Zhang Baiqi was overjoyed, waving his big gun in the air, and said cheerfully: "The officers and soldiers do not underestimate their own capabilities. They try to resist our eight thousand heavenly soldiers with only three hundred people. It is really ridiculous. I have a good job today."
, whoever kills an officer or soldier will be rewarded with ten gold coins."
Ten gold was not a small amount at that time. The Yellow Turban thieves immediately became excited and eager to try. If they were not waiting for their lives, they would have rushed forward to grab the gold.
"The miscellaneous soldiers are in front, the spearmen are in the middle, and the plain swordsmen are in the back. They are thirty steps apart and charge!" Zhang Baiqi ordered.
"Come on!"
"Kill!"
More than 3,000 Yellow Turban soldiers roared and moved forward with a roar. They rushed out like a tide and launched a desperate fight. The swords were flashing and they roared again and again. In the eyes of these Yellow Turban thieves, there was only endless killing! Killing.
!Kill again!
This yellow turban bandit army is very different from other yellow turban armies. This was Zuo Aoran's first reaction, but Zuo Aoran still had a bright smile on his lips, raised the spear in his hand, one hundred and fifty
The archer mechanically pulled out arrows from the quiver and placed them on the string, and then used both arms to lift the long bow. Amidst the crunching sound of the bow string tightening, the long bows were stretched into the shape of a full moon.
, each archer has a cold expression, eyes slightly narrowed, staring into the void ahead without any emotion.
"Fire the arrow~~"
"Hey~~"
"Hey~~"
"Hey~~"
Zuo Aoran gave an order, and one hundred and fifty archers released their right hands at the same time. When the bowstrings rang, a sharp whistle pierced the sky. One hundred and fifty eagle-feather arrows were already flying with ice-cold murderous intent.
The heads of the Yellow Turban bandits fell fiercely like raindrops, and the black rain almost covered the entire sky.
A little yellow scarf leader raised his head, widened his eyes, and glared fiercely at the "rain" falling from the sky. There was an inexplicable coldness in his eyes. These damn officers and soldiers always have absolute superior equipment.
Advantages.
In an instant, miserable howls broke into the night. The pitiful yellow turban soldiers had neither shields nor armor to protect themselves. They could only use their flesh and blood to resist the ravages of arrows. The results can be imagined. Even even
The pikemen in the middle were also affected to some extent.
"Pfft~~"
"嗗~~"
"Ah~~"
"Ouch~~"
"Uh-huh~"
The screams were very close at hand, and a yellow turban spearman fell to the ground wailing, his limbs twitching, and a sharp arrow penetrated his left eye, piercing the whole head and then from the back of the head.
As it penetrated, a drop of bright red liquid dripped down the sharp and cold arrow, and instantly seeped into the cold and damp ground.
"Attsu~"
A muffled sound came from a hundred and fifty steps in front of Zhang Baiqi. A yellow scarf swordsman just moved a shield over his head in front of him. He saw that an arrow had penetrated deeply into the shield, and the arrow feathers stuck out.
Trembling.
Just when the bandit was feeling lucky, another sharp arrow fell from the sky, covering him accurately and ruthlessly, but he could no longer make any sound. He opened his hands as hard as he could to pull it out.
He wanted to drop that damn arrow, but he couldn't do it until his death.
"servant!"
The yellow turban bandit fell straight down, his eyes widened, his eyes gradually became blurred, and he soon fell into the arms of death.
Just these five rounds of volleys caused more than 500 injuries to the Yellow Turban soldiers among Zhang Bai's riders. Many of them were injured and trampled to death by their own people. Only one-fifth of those were actually killed by arrows.
two.
Zhang Baiqi's eyes were red, he was heartbroken, and his heart was very painful. These yellow scarf soldiers were his life, even more important than his lifeblood. Only the more soldiers in his hands, his status would be improved.
Higher, the Yellow Turban Army does not care about military exploits, but only competes with who can steal more property, sleep with more women, who can pull the team faster, and who has more men and horses!
"Longbowmen prepare!" Zhang Baiqi almost shouted.
This group of yellow turban thieves are rushing up desperately, and the ones rushing in front are the yellow turban soldiers. When you first join the yellow turban soldiers, you are a mixed soldier, and the weapons in your hands are sticks, stones, branches, hoes and the like.
Weapons, after you kill ten officers and soldiers, you can be promoted to a sword and shield soldier, and then if you achieve further military exploits, you can be promoted to a spearman. The spearmen have bamboo armor, although they may not be able to withstand the bows and arrows of the officers and soldiers.
, but this bamboo armor is indeed a symbol of status.
