During the fierce battle, Liu Pi's howling like killing a chicken came from the Yellow Turban formation.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat! Shoot them with arrows!"
The Yellow Turban Army could not break through defenses in close combat, and they did not have armor-piercing weapons. There were few armor-piercing soldiers armed with large axes and sledgehammers, and they arrived a dozen steps in front of Xu Chu and Dian Wei.
It was broken by an ax and a halberd with an astonishing killing radius. After half a year, the horse battle between Xu Chu and Dian Wei became even sharper. Wherever the three horses rode together, there were people vomiting blood in front of the formation, with their limbs broken.
Such a dimensionality-reducing blow reminded Fang Guang behind the formation of eight words: "If you touch it, you will die, if you touch it, you will be injured!"
Under such circumstances, Fang Guang, who was familiar with Yellow Turban tactics, naturally knew that the moment he had been waiting for was about to come.
Sure enough, the Yellow Turban Army horses, which no longer had much fighting spirit, retreated like a tide. From the rear of the Yellow Turban Army, armed with crude short bows, short crossbows, and wearing commoners, without any protection, the Yellow Turban crossbowmen rushed to the front of the formation.
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Behind Fang Guang, Qu Yi and Guan Hai looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
The Liangzhou man hunched his shoulders on the horse, like a sleeping tiger. He straightened up suddenly, and his murderous aura suddenly overflowed.
"My lord, my lord, this is a clever plan. If the Yellow Turban is not in a good position, it will definitely rely on bows and arrows to hurt people!"
"The bows and arrows are crude and the archers are defenseless. This is the time of conflict between our armies!"
In front of Qu Yi, Fang Guang listened to the Liangzhou man's words and nodded with a smile.
"The enemy's troops lined up behind the mountain and the soldiers retreated hastily, which actually shortened their own room for movement!"
"Colonel Qu, this is the time when the Jishu camp is in full swing. When the Shenji crossbow is showing off its power, Lieutenant Qu, Colonel Qu, should give way to the cavalry to attack the comrades, and let Guan Hai's armored horses pass unimpeded!"
"Lord, these are all people from Dongjun who have been trained for a long time. There will definitely be no difference. After this battle, Runan and Yingchuan will be settled!"
Qu Yi laughed and accepted the order. Amidst the monotonous military orders with a Liangzhou accent, the 500 Jishu battalions behind Fang Guang were holding large shields, long swords hanging from their waists, and carrying heavy crossbows behind them and slowly moved forward.
These five hundred soldiers, when the Dongjun camp expanded the army, did not recruit strong soldiers, but were drilled by Liangzhou men every day.
In Fang Guangdong County's weapons workshop, all the best weapons were given priority to Qu Yi, and most of the good armor Yuan Jun left in Henan were given to Liangzhou men.
There are currently 500 people in the Jishu camp, and they already have nearly a hundred divine arm crossbows. Within 120 steps, let alone the yellow turban unarmored civilians, even ordinary armored soldiers cannot resist.
The five hundred people spread out into two horizontal lines, each with 150 people, separated by ten soldiers, made way for a foot-wide passage, and pressed straight towards Woniu Mountain from the west.
"Old manager, how are you? The face you lost in the Yellow River last time, can you get it back today?"
In front of him, Qu Yi Buqu slowly pressed forward. Fang Guang turned sideways and asked the general next to him with a smile.
In the Battle of the Yellow River, Fang Guang's most important selection of the forward camp did not impinge on the phalanx of veterans of the Hebei Family in side charges, which made Guan Hai depressed for a long time.
Today, after seeing the familiar Yellow Turban tactics, the familiar frightened eyes of the short archers, and the luck-like array, Guan Hai's confidence that he had lost by the Yellow River came back instantly.
"Datong, don't worry, I will definitely get my face back today!"
"The Hun horse he is riding on and the Dongjun gun he is holding well. Alas, looking at the opposite side, it reminds me of the hesitation in Jizhou before!"
"Datong, you and I both know that those boys across the street are all mentally unstable right now, and everyone is scared to death!"
After all, he was born in the Yellow Turban, and Guan Hai, who has bold lines, captures the heart of the Yellow Turban soldier with extreme subtlety.
"Get on your horse and charge into battle with me!"
"When you see that there are no big cypress trees at the foot of Woniu Mountain, you can only turn around by rushing there!"
"Tie up the secondary lance on your mount. Without this lance, the lance will break. You can break off the branches and rush back to Datong!"
"Haha, Captain Guan, we understand!" |
"Old Guan, don't you still have the knife that Datong has provided for us? It's much easier to use when you swing it on a horse than the ordinary ring-headed knife!"
Guan Hai had a kind-hearted personality, so he ordered the new recruits from the Feng camp and the old Yellow Turban brothers to make fun of him together.
Fang Guang nodded slightly to him, and a cold light flashed in Guan Hai's eyes. Hundreds of cavalry with spears and heavy armor that the Runan Yellow Turban Army had never seen before slowly appeared on the battlefield.
'"Put down the shield and get the crossbow!"
"Langji!"
The Yellow Turban Army had very few cavalry, and even less armored cavalry.
Qu Yi did not need to guard against cavalry charges. The crossbowmen of the Jishu Battalion used a horizontal formation with maximum shooting efficiency, and there were no spears in the front row to protect them.
"chug!"
"Pop!"
Qu Yi's five hundred men rushed forward in front of seventy thousand yellow scarves. There were no less than seven or eight thousand short bows drawn in front of them.
The Yellow Turban Army was thrown into chaos by the three generals who rushed the front line. They were even more surprised to see that there were so few officers and soldiers, and they came to the center of the battlefield, where ordinary short bows could not shoot.
The 70,000 Yellow Turbans were divided into three families, and there were no rules or prohibitions. Everyone relied on instinct to fight.
Without orders, the yellow turban short archers shot arrows all over the sky like dark clouds.
Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and less than 10% of the arrows from the short bows reached the place where Quyi's heavy infantry stopped.
Hundreds of arrows were shot, but the short bow had insufficient shooting power, and the arrow strings were made of animal sinews. If they were shot on the shields of the Quyi army, the strong bow would have been at its end.
The sound it made sounded very weak.
Jishu Camp's first round of cavalry shooting only had 500 arrows, which was much more lethal than thousands of short bows.
The yellow turban commoner archer was shot by an ordinary Liangzhou hard crossbow. Wherever the crossbow arrow hit, there was a huge bloody hole.
One hundred and twenty steps was carefully calculated by Qu Yi as the most suitable distance to unleash the power of the crossbow.
"Oh my god, it hurts!"
"Hell, what kind of arrow is this? It's so far and so powerful!"
"This is not a crossbow arrow, but a sorcery. Look, the two brothers Wu Lao and others have been turned into gourds!"
Being hit by an ordinary crossbow arrow is already extremely tragic, but being hit by a divine crossbow arrow is extremely tragic.
Wu Laoer, who was mentioned by the Yellow Turban Archer, was unfortunately hit by the divine machine crossbow. The three brothers stood in front of and behind each other. The first two shot up a crossbow arrow and hit the chest, causing two pillars of blood to spurt wildly.
The third one, Wu Laosan, moved faster. At the critical moment, he turned sideways and shot the crossbow arrow on his arm. Although he did not die, his arm bone was broken.
Wu Laosan wailed and tried to pull off the crossbow arrow. The magical crossbow arrow, about two and a half feet long, passed through his brother's chest and could not be pulled out for a while.
Pillars of blood filled the sky, and blood sprayed on Lao San's face. Tens of thousands of people on the battlefield could hear the mournful wails.
Next to Liu Pi, Zhou Cang, who had been snatched back, had only regained his strength now, and blood was still flowing uncontrollably in his nose.
This Guan Yu's favorite knife-wielding boy, after the life-and-death collision just now, has secretly made up his mind that he will never fight with those who look fierce in the future.
If it really doesn't work, find Mr. Guan as soon as possible and let him cover you up. Then you can just do some menial work for the rest of your life.
When Zhou Cang heard Wu Laosan's howl, the corners of his eyes twitched in fear. He couldn't help but speak to Liu Pi next to him.
"Brother, something is wrong with Fang Guang. The way of fighting is completely different from the ordinary Cao army. This must be sent by God to capture us!"
"This guy memorizes the commandments of God so well. Is he eating beef? Did God see it?"