Zhang Rao's reaction was not unpleasant, and his countermeasures were very methodical.
However, with his ingenuity, no matter how perfect the countermeasures he came up with on the spur of the moment were met with the cunning plans of Wang Yu and the wily Jia Xu, they would only fall into the trap, fall into the trap, and then fall into the trap again.
The consequences of falling into a trap.
The Yellow Turban generals obeyed the order and left.
Facing the unbelievable attack, their minds were completely confused, and they could only place their hope on their faith in the Little Heavenly Master. Therefore, when Zhang Rao showed confidence and courage, they obeyed the order unconditionally.
But Zhang Rao ignored one thing. The company camp was too big. Although the sky fires continued to fall one after another, compared to a radius of dozens of miles, they were nothing.
Although the singing at the top of Fenggao City was loud, it could only be heard clearly by the front camp. When it reached the vicinity of the middle army, it was already inaudible, and the rear army could not hear it at all.
Therefore, even when the meteors and fire rain began to fall, the soldiers stationed in the rear camp and outside the central army did not immediately fall into panic. Without the previous foreshadowing, the soldiers had not had time to become suspicious. The person who brought panic to them was the central army.
The generals and messengers arrived.
"Wang Pengju summoned heavenly fire to attack our army. The little heavenly master has already resisted it. Don't be afraid, everyone!"
These soothing words had a certain effect on the front army, which had already fallen into chaos. However, the originally relatively calm middle and rear armies suddenly stirred up a huge storm like a strong wind.
"Is this a sky fire?"
"What is it if it's not fire from the sky? Look, another one fell down there. Mother, it burned a large area to death. What should I do?"
"Oh no, the little heavenly master can no longer resist. People say that Wang Pengju is the reincarnation of Wu Quxing. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems to be true!"
"In the four hundred years of the Han Dynasty, there were only four champions in total, and only one in a hundred years. What is it if it's not the reincarnation of Wu Quxing?"
"What should we do? What should we do?"
In the thick darkness, the firelight appears extremely bright, and you can see it clearly even from a long distance. There are relatively few lighting measures inside the company camp, so it is a very special feeling for those who give orders.
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I saw fire flashing in the distance from time to time, and people in the distance were all shadowy. All kinds of screams and shouts filled my ears. No matter how slow I reacted, I knew that my words of comfort had the opposite effect.
"Don't be messy. The little Celestial Master is the destiny. Wang Pengju just took advantage of the surprise attack. The little Celestial Master has just entered meditation and will soon wake up! Wang Pengju relied on his magic power and acted against heaven. He disobeyed Huang Tian and committed a heinous crime.
!Huang Tian will soon punish him and let him die without...ah!"
If there hadn't been that last scream, the heralds' shouting at the top of their lungs would indeed have had a certain effect, but now, the effect was exactly the opposite.
The shouts of orders stopped suddenly, and the speaker fell down. In the past, someone would definitely come forward to help him. After entering the Yellow Turban, they are all brothers, and brothers naturally have to take care of each other. Even if ordinary soldiers refuse, the generals'
It is impossible for personal guards to give up their duties.
However, now, no one dares to come forward and take a look.
Looking at the figures lying on the ground motionless or still struggling, the soldiers felt chills all over their bodies. They moved backwards involuntarily and did not dare to turn around.
God's punishment? It must be right? If it weren't for God's punishment, how could a good person suddenly die? A moment ago, he was shouting in anger!
"Run away!" Someone shouted, and everyone responded quickly. The Yellow Turban soldiers ran away without looking back, as if the next moment, the corpse would turn into a zombie and jump up to eat them.
Dropped the same.
"Soldiers armed with faith are strong, but once the armor of faith is stripped away, they will become even more cowardly than before... My lord really has the ability to penetrate people's hearts."
Because no one looked back, no one saw the figure coming out from behind the tent, no one saw the bow and arrow in his hand, heard his whisper, and no one saw the chest of the fallen corpse.
, is stuck with a sharp arrow!
Shesheng is not only the name of an official position, one of the eight captains appointed by Emperor Wu, but also the name of the army. The archery unit in the fifth battalion of the Northern Army is named after it. As the name suggests, it means hearing the sound in the dark.
If you can hit the target, it means you have superb archery skills.
This is what the troop trained by Huang Zhong did in the beginning. The archery skills of the troop members were not as good as their commander, but they didn't have much of a problem in getting accurate shots in the dark.
After landing, the task of the special operations team is to expand the chaos.
Anyone who tries to stabilize the morale of the army will be killed!
Anyone who tries to organize troops will be killed!
Anyone who tries to light the fire will be killed!
They didn't even look at the soldiers who started to flee. After shooting the target, they quietly chased behind the soldiers. Once someone showed up or made a sound to stop them, sharp arrows would follow them.
Compared to the huge company and camp, no matter how powerful the dozens of snipers that have landed are, their lethality is minimal, and it is impossible to fully extend the chaos to the entire company and camp.
However, the snipers were not the main force in this surprise attack. Their role was only to expand the chaos.
As time went by, the number of fireballs in the sky became more and more dense. Looking up at the sky, it seemed as if the entire sky was burning and roaring. Panic finally spread completely.
The yellow turban minions were shouting and running. No one knew where it would be safe, but no one wanted to stay where they were. It was as if the cold hands of the bull-headed and horse-faced men would be put on their shoulders if they stopped for a moment.
It's scary, scary to death, and those who witness it with their own eyes are certainly shaken to their core. In this apocalyptic atmosphere, even if you don't see it with your own eyes, you will still be terrified when you hear the screams of other people.
Open fire, hidden arrows!
Heavenly fire, heavenly punishment!
When the chaos began to spread, the total direct casualties caused by the special forces did not exceed 500, but the chaos caused was a hundred times, a thousand times that!
The cries were loud, and as the retreat intensified, panic spread faster and faster. The minions howled and fled towards the unknown depths of darkness.
They threw away their weapons and just wanted to move forward. They were as crazy as when they were inspired by the Little Heavenly Master and transformed into the Yellow Turban Warriors! Only this time, the targets of their attack were no longer the enemy, but their own companions.
As long as there is something blocking the road in front of them, they will not hesitate to push it down, and then step on it with their feet without mercy, one, two, countless... There is nothing in the military camp that they cannot push down, and outside the military camp
Even the trenches could not stop their progress.
The fleeing crowd was like a surging wave, rolling back from the Chinese army and destroying most of the company and battalion.
If you run slowly, you will be pushed down and trampled to death by your companions. But in the hearts of the soldiers, those companions who suddenly disappeared were not trampled to death, but were punished by heaven, so they disappeared without saying a word.
No trace left.
If you run fast, you may bump into something, whether it is a fortification, a supervisory team that still maintains its sanity, or various debris. The person running at the front is like the rabbit in the proverb.
If you bump into it blindly, you will hit your head and bleed, or you will hit it to death.
Those who are killed will become new victims of heaven's punishment in the eyes of others; those who are injured will feel happy in their hearts, thinking that their ancestors have accumulated good deeds, or they have done enough good deeds in the past, so they remain under the punishment of heaven.
Get life.
In the eyes of the Yellow Turban troops, everything in the darkness became the heavenly soldiers and generals dispatched by Wang Yu, and all the misfortunes they encountered were caused by Wang Yu's spells.
The Little Heavenly Master failed in the battle with Wang Pengju and had already left Hexi. Otherwise, how could she watch her followers being destroyed by heavenly fire? Huang Tian also abandoned his followers and could only silently watch the tragedy happening on the earth.
, crying silently, but helpless.
Zhang Rao was completely dumbfounded.
When the chaos first started, he already knew something was wrong, but before he could try to remedy it, the chaos had completely spread.
On a starless night, chaos spread to the entire army. Let alone him, even if Sun Wu came back to life, there would be no way to remedy it. Listening to the cries for help coming from the darkness, Zhang Rao knew that everything
It's all over.
I thought that by establishing an alliance with the Aristocratic Family, I could get rid of the shadow of the failure of the Zhang Jiao brothers, and use the other party's resources to recreate the glory of the Yellow Turban Warriors, which would be the beginning of the road to supremacy.
Everything went smoothly before, but now, everything is over.
The whole army was shattered and their morale was shattered. How easy would it be to put it back together again? Even if it could be done, would the other side give you a chance?
Damn Wang Pengju, damn Xu You, damn God!
Zhang Rao kept cursing in his heart, cursing everyone or everything he could think of.
He hates Wang Yu for being too cunning, hates Xu You for being too incompetent, and hates Cang Tian and Huang Tian for being so ruthless and unwilling to protect him, a devout believer!
The army of 200,000 people collapsed overnight. Even if they did not affect the old and weak in the rear army, without the food, grass and baggage carried by the main force, hundreds of thousands of people would not be able to go anywhere... By the way, there are also those in the west of Laiwu City.
Those huge trenches.
Zhang Rao suddenly realized that he had fallen into the trap from the very beginning of this war. The enemy had been cleverly plotting against him, asking him to gather heroes from all walks of life in Qingzhou to attack Mount Tai.
Let yourself cut off your own retreat, let yourself garrison the city, let yourself be confident, and feel that the future is bright and unlimited.
Tonight's surprise attack had been prepared by the enemy a long time ago. They were just waiting to lead a large group of troops to sneak in. Unfortunately, he didn't feel anything at all. Xu You was just using himself to destroy the enemies of the Yuan family.
, as for his own future, it is not at all considered by the other party.
On the contrary, Guan Hai, who was once considered a coward by himself, was more right. Wang Pengju was showing weakness to the enemy and he should not follow the opponent's routine.
It's a pity that it's too late to say anything now. No, it's not the time to give up yet, there is still hope! Looking around in confusion, Zhang Rao found that although the former army was crumbling, there was no wave of fleeing yet.
His countermeasures were inappropriate, but they were not completely ineffective.
"Come here, go find the Little Heavenly Master and take her with you to the front army. We can't let the Taishan people succeed so easily. I will fight them to the end today!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come.
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