Qu Lin gritted his teeth, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes. Yes, red blood tears. He hated it to the extreme now.
Guan Yu did not pursue him anymore, but gently took off a war bow from his horse.
"collapse."
The bow was like a thunderbolt, and the arrow was like chasing the wind and the moon, crossing the void and directly shooting Qu Lin to the ground.
"You have no chance."
Guan Yu drew back his bow and returned to his horse. Without even looking, Guan Yu turned around and returned to the battlefield.
"General, why are we heading towards Lu County?"
After Xiahou Dun gathered the scattered troops, he issued an order to advance towards Lu County.
"Haha, what do you know? Although the military adviser is very knowledgeable, the main force of the Yellow Turbans has more than 300,000 people. He is only 30,000 people. Although he can defeat it, it is impossible to win them all. Let's go to Lu now.
In the county direction, we can give the Yellow Turbans a second blow, and we will definitely gain a lot."
Xiahou Dun is worthy of being Cao Cao's eldest son. Although his strategy is slightly inferior, his sense of smell on the battlefield is very keen.
If it is as he guessed, then he will definitely gain a lot from the robbery on the way back to Lu County, but what he doesn't know is that he is about to face the Yellow Turban army that has been integrated by Xu Huang, a Yellow Turban army with Jizhou soldiers as its backbone
military.
Xiahou Dun's army did not stop for a moment and turned directly from Pingyindu towards Lu County.
"General, there are troops and horses in front of us. The number is about 7,000. Judging from the flag, it should be Cao Cao's general Xiahou Dun. However, they have no troops at all. Apparently they have just arrived."
The scouts brought by Ji Ling were very professional. Not only did they report the enemy's number, organization, and flags, but they even reported their combat status.
"Xiahou Dun, hehe, I have long wanted to meet this Cao family's fierce general. The whole army is listening to the order and preparing to fight."
Ji Ling's eyes were looking into the distance, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
"promise."
Upon hearing Ji Ling's military order, the Yellow Turban Army, which had been marching quickly, immediately slowed down its marching speed, and under the leadership of the backbone of the Jizhou soldiers, a tight military formation was formed.
"General, the Yellow Turban forwards are found in front, numbering about 20,000, and they have begun to form formation."
"The whole army is ready to charge at any time."
Xiahou Dun's scouts also detected Ji Ling's movements, but Xu Huang behind Ji Ling had not yet been detected. Faced with hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops, Xiahou Dun would be a fool not to run away.
"promise."
Seven thousand Cao Cao's troops formed a charge formation. There were no shield bearers in the front row, they were all sword and shield soldiers. It seemed that Xiahou Dun didn't take Ji Ling and the others seriously at all.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer. One side is Xiahou Dun who is extremely excited, and the other side is Ji Ling who is ready to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. This battle is getting more and more interesting.
"Five hundred steps."
"Three hundred steps."
"Two hundred steps."
"One hundred and fifty steps."
"The archers fired their arrows."
Xiahou Dun gave an order, and the two thousand archers under his command bent their bows and set arrows, and scattered the spiked arrows at Ji Ling's vanguard Yellow Turban Army.
"Shield defense, archers don't fight back."
Seeing the arrows falling from the sky, Ji Ling suppressed the archers who were preparing to fight back. He wanted to give Xiahou Dun a big surprise.
Shields were raised one after another, blocking the sky above their heads, but Ji Ling's men had more people than shields, so hundreds of people died under the rain of arrows.
"Pick up the body and move on."
This Ji Ling is iron-blooded and doesn't have a shield, so he can create his own shield and use the dead to protect the living so that the living can survive. This doesn't matter to him.
"promise."
The Yellow Turban troops without shields gathered in twos and threes, collected the bodies of their dead companions, and continued to advance.
"Archer, don't stop."
Xiahou Dun looked at the Yellow Turban Army getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but lick his lips. He was really looking forward to this bloodthirsty feeling.
Waves of arrows rained down from the sky, and the Yellow Turban Army suffered more and more casualties, but there were also more and more bodies. The losses in the subsequent waves of arrow rain were basically very small.
"charge."
The distance between the two sides has been shortened to sixty or seventy steps. Since bows and arrows are no longer of much use, let's charge and use our elite combat power to tear the Yellow Turbans into pieces.
Xiahou Dun gave an order, and more than 5,000 sword and shield soldiers burst out with surging fighting spirit, roaring and charging towards Ji Ling and the others.
"Fire the arrow."
Seeing Xiahou Dun's soldiers and horses rushing towards him, Ji Ling opened his mouth and showed a bloodthirsty smile.
Xiahou Dun had two thousand archers, and Ji Ling's vanguard army only had about three thousand archers, but these three thousand archers launched a fierce attack at an absolute distance.
Bows and arrows flew out like locusts, catching the charging Xiahou Dun army by surprise. Hundreds of people fell into a pool of blood on the spot.
Xiahou Dun now finally understood that he had fallen into the enemy's paralysis strategy. If Ji Ling had asked the archers to fight back from the beginning, he would never have charged so neatly.
As the two sides slowly approached, his troops almost had one shield per man, and there would not be any major casualties at all. Now that it was better, hundreds of people were lost in one wave, which made his heart hurt.
"Form up defense and delay attack."
Since he knew that he was careless, Xiahou Dun would not let the mistake continue to expand.
"I want to form a formation now, but it's too late. Half of the archers shoot directly and half of them projectile."
Seeing Xiahou Dun's army trying its best to form a formation, Ji Ling showed a contemptuous smile.
One thousand and five hundred wolf fang arrows were fired directly, and one thousand and five hundred wolf fang arrows were flung out. It was a double blow from the top and bottom. Even if Xiahou Dun's army had no formation, it would be difficult to withstand it even if they had shields.
Another loss of hundreds of people. Under the two waves of arrows, Xiahou Dun's troops suffered over a thousand casualties. Fortunately, they faced the Yellow Turban Archers. If they had faced Jizhou's elite archers, with a wave of rapid fire, the casualties would have doubled.
More than anything.
Under two waves of arrows, Xiahou Dun's troops finally gathered together and formed a military formation again.
"The whole army advances."
Now that he has achieved his goal, the next step is to face off head-on. However, with 20,000 Yellow Turbans facing 4,000 sword and shield soldiers, Xiahou Dun has no chance of winning.
"kill."
Xiahou Dun roared angrily, and all the four thousand sword and shield soldiers shouted loudly, with surging murderous intent rising into the sky.
"Kill, Lu County is ahead. If you rush over, you will survive. If you are stopped, you will die."
Ji Ling also roared in the same way.
The Yellow Turbans are now in an extremely urgent situation. Although the Yellow Turbans' defeated army has been temporarily integrated, they will not be defeated in the face of the attack of 20,000 to 30,000 elite soldiers and horses. If Cheng Yu and Xun Yu unite and have 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers, then these hundreds of thousands
The Yellow Turban is really dangerous.
When Ji Ling shouted these words, a strange light burst out from the eyes of all the Yellow Turban Army. If you rush forward, you will live. If you are stopped, you will die. Living towards death is worth fighting for.
One side is full of yearning for life, and the other side is full of the need for merit. The two sides cannot tell who is more powerful. They can only tell the difference between blood and bones.
