The iron cavalry was very fast and charged forward with a compelling momentum.
The soldiers were calm and focused, looking straight ahead. While observing the distance between the two sides, they also calculated the distance indifferently, and quietly placed their fingers on the trigger.
On the other hand, Zhu Ling is also starting to calculate the distance.
A cavalry charge requires not only the powerful impact of the cavalry, but also running and shooting. In the past, Zhu Ling's cavalry was known to be second only to the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, but they could not run and shoot.[
However, thanks to the blessing of the stirrups, Zhu Ling's army was finally able to shoot.
A hundred steps away, he could run and shoot, killing the so-called Han warriors without leaving a single piece of armor behind. Thinking of the arrows flying and the so-called Han warriors falling in pieces, Zhu Ling couldn't help but
The blood boils.
At the same time, Zhu Ling also began to calculate the distance.
Two hundred steps, one hundred and eighty steps, one hundred and seventy steps. Each distance was visually measured by Zhu Ling, and he yelled in his heart. As long as he reached a hundred steps, he could shoot.
On the other hand, the soldiers also started shouting that they could shoot their crossbows in just one hundred and fifty steps.
One hundred and seventy steps, one hundred and sixty-five steps, one hundred and fifty-five steps, one hundred and fifty steps.
When the distance between the two sides was only 150 steps, the soldiers felt that the scene in front of them seemed to have stopped, and they seemed to be able to hear the beating of their own hearts.
At that moment, they also pulled the trigger.
The recoil of the serial crossbow woke them up, and they fired the other crossbow arrows one after another.
"Da da da."
Almost like machine guns, the soldiers' repeating crossbows fired countless crossbow arrows.
"Swish swish."
The sound of countless crossbow arrows piercing the air rang out, roaring towards Cao Jun's cavalry.
At that moment, Zhu Ling didn't take it to heart. Crossbows and arrows were also very common on the battlefield, especially for restraining cavalry. Crossbows were very, very powerful.
The crossbow arrows should be shot from a distance of one hundred and fifty steps, and after one wave, wait about sixty steps before starting to shoot the bow.
For Zhu Ling, who was very experienced in cavalry combat, this was nothing at all. Everything was expected.
"Puch, plop."
"Ah, ah, ah."
When the sound of crossbow arrows piercing flesh was heard, when cavalrymen screamed and fell off their horses, and when casualties appeared on one's own side, Zhu Ling still didn't care.[
Normal, normal.
However, Zhu Ling felt something was wrong next, because the crossbow arrows that should have stopped continued to shoot at them.
"Swish swish."
Countless arrows, like a continuous heavy rain, struck from the front.
At that moment, Zhu Ling thought that his eyesight was blurry, and he would not believe it even if he were killed. The crossbow arrows could actually come in waves. It was impossible for the soldiers to load the crossbow arrows so fast.
Years of experience in leading troops told Zhu Ling that this was impossible.
But the next moment, Zhu Ling believed it. His heart suddenly stopped as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer, followed by a strong stabbing pain.
Zhu Ling almost died of suffocation.
I finally took a few breaths, but the blow was even greater.
I saw that under these waves of crossbows, countless cavalrymen of Cao's army suffered disaster. Or their horses were shot, lost their balance and fell to the ground.
Or the rider on the horse was injured and fell to the ground.
"ah."
A Cao Cao cavalryman was not completely dead the moment he fell off his horse. The next moment, a horse hoof trampled on his chest. After a scream, the Cao cavalryman completely died.