"Roar!" A roar full of endless anger suddenly exploded. Driven by Huang Zhong's five arrows like meteors, the angry arrows in the hands of hundreds of archers poured like raindrops on the heads of the Imperial Guards. In the small space
In the streets, the ranks of the Imperial Guards were so dense that even a stone thrown casually would hit several people.
The archers on the commanding heights do not need to aim at all. Their hands are just like machines, they just keep pulling the bow and releasing arrows. Some archers even have the palms of the bow strings worn out and have no intention of stopping. They want to put the quiver in the quiver.
The arrows they hit, along with their overwhelming fury, were all vented on these enemies.
"There are archers high up! Kill me..." The voice of the order stopped suddenly, and the golden arrow had already pierced the throat of the officer who gave the order. But even so, it reminded the panicked guards.
Soldier.
"Kill! Take the commanding heights and kill these hateful archers!" The Imperial Guard soldiers who were crowded on the street for a while and had not yet rushed to the front turned around and stepped on the bodies of their comrades, fearing no death.
They generally rushed towards the commanding heights where Huang Zhong and others were. They were also full of anger, and their comrades and friends also died under the arrows of the Yellow Turban Army archers.
"Revenge!" "Kill these cowards who can only hurt people with secret arrows!" In an instant, the narrow streets were noisy. Since many officers who had just given orders had been shot to death by golden eagle feather arrows, the remaining members of the Imperial Guard were
The officers did not dare to shout out orders for a while, and could only let the guards climb up the wall and rush to the commanding heights in a somewhat chaotic manner.
Huang Zhong couldn't help but smile contemptuously when he saw this, and ordered loudly: "They are just a bunch of rabble. Even if there are many people, they are just here to die. Shoot me hard!"
Hundreds of archers responded, and the bows and arrows in their hands kept shooting like raindrops at the guards soldiers who kept rushing up. And these guards soldiers were just as Huang Zhong said, although they were starting to go a little crazy at this time.
They were extremely brave, but without command, they were just a large number of stragglers. With just a few rounds of bows and arrows, the guards were shot down in large numbers, and the houses next to the streets and the walls were covered with bullets.
After Huang Zhong and others stirred up the corpses with arrows in their bodies and the soldiers moaning in pain, the pressure of the imperial guards on the front barrier of the Yellow Turban Army was suddenly relieved. The Yellow Turban Army soldiers responsible for the frontal guard rushed up again.
Barrier, the yellow scarf flag splattered with blood fluttered high under the moonlight. The Imperial Guards, who had lost their command, stopped in front of the formidable barrier. They no longer had the same sturdiness and bravery as before.
"You trash! What are you doing?! Five thousand people can't clean up a few hundred gangsters. Do you still have the nerve to call yourself soldiers of the empire? Are you still worthy of standing under the dragon flag of the empire?!"
A roar came from the end of the street. A general wearing a suit of fine iron armor and a fierce look on his face held up a long sword in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire. Behind him, there was a huge sign with the word "Xia" in it.
The flag was fluttering in the wind. This person was none other than Xia Mou, the former Eighth School Lieutenant of Xiyuan.
"Looking for death!" Although Huang Zhong didn't know Xia Mou, but seeing his power, he knew that this man was definitely not an ordinary officer. He immediately moved the bowstring in his hand, "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Three golden eagle-feathered arrows rushed forward like meteors chasing the moon.
Shoot towards Xia Mou.
Xia Mou was also a fighter. After feeling the danger, he did not hesitate to grab the two soldiers around him and throw them towards the place where Huang Zhong's bow and arrow shot. He only heard "Puff, Puff!" Two guards.
The soldier didn't even have time to scream, and was killed by Huang Zhong's arrow. The last eagle-feather arrow was blown away by the long knife in Xia Mou's hand after he roared. But this arrow
The power cannot be underestimated. Xia Mou was so shocked that he took two steps back before he could stand still. His hands holding the long knife were also numb from the shock.
"Come here, set up a shield formation! Crush them!" Feeling the huge force coming from his hands, Xia Mou's expression changed and he hurriedly issued the order, while shrinking his body and hiding in a wall on the side where Huang Zhong was.
Finally, he didn't dare to show his head. As a result, even though Huang Zhong had excellent archery skills, he was helpless against him for a while.
"Boom!" Although Xia Mou used his own people as shields and dodges to make the soldiers very discouraged, his orders were effectively executed by his guards. In just a moment, the guards rushed into the street.
Instantly raising the shield high above his head, the entire street seemed to be covered by a huge lid, almost protected from the weather. Except for Huang Zhong and a few archers with very precise arrow skills, the rest of the bows could only
It hit the raised shield hard and made a "bang bang" sound. The casualties of the Imperial Guards were immediately reduced to the minimum.
"Former shields cover, spearmen move in formation, attack!" Xia Mou, surrounded by several huge shields, shouted like a turtle huddled in its shell.
"Roar!" the Imperial Guards roared in unison. The Imperial Guards, who were standing at the front of the street only more than 20 meters away from the barrier, immediately changed into their usual battlefield attack formation. Several tall shields were erected high, and two
The platoon's spearmen stretched out their three-meter-long spears from the gap between their shields. With neat steps, stepping on the soft soil soaked in blood, they stepped up the slope made of countless corpses step by step, towards the guards standing there.
Walking towards the Yellow Turban Guards Camp on top of the barrier.
"Damn it! This is simply bullying!" Tao Sheng, who was on top of the barrier, spat out a mouthful of bloody spit and stared at the Imperial Guard formation slowly approaching in front of him like an impeccably defended monster.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
"Brothers of the Guards Battalion, behind us is the banner of the Yellow Turban Army! The order I received is to defend this barrier! What should we do?!" Tao Sheng was furious, not caring at all about the legionary charge of the Guards.
The tremendous pressure he put on himself made him roar.
"Be loyal to the Yellow Turbans, loyal to King Ming, and fight to the death!" The less than 200 soldiers of the Guards Battalion remaining on the barrier roared in unison. Even the Yellow Turban soldiers who fell to the ground and were seriously injured were supported by their comrades or leaning against the wall.
, holding on to his sword and gun, he managed to stand up and yelled loudly.
"General, we are already useless. Even if we survive, we will never serve His Highness Prince Ming anymore. Just let us brothers take the first step!" A soldier who had an arm cut off and blood pouring from the wound said hoarsely.
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"General! Let us do our last bit for our brothers! Once we reach the Nine Springs, we can have the dignity to meet the great master." Dozens of wounded soldiers said in unison, without a trace of fear in their eyes.
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Tao Sheng glanced at these wounded soldiers. The teeth in his mouth were almost broken by his teeth, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth with a bitter smile. "Brothers, I, Tao Sheng, am incompetent. I can only watch you take the first step, and you will wait on the road to hell."
I, Tao Sheng, let’s go to the underworld together to serve our great sage!”
"General, take care! Long live the Yellow Turban! Long live King Ming!" With Tao Sheng's agreement, dozens of wounded soldiers who had difficulty getting up seemed to have been hit with stimulants. Strength surged out from nowhere and helped each other.
They stood up, raised the weapons in their hands high, chanted their familiar slogans, and launched their last charge in their lives towards the slowly approaching enemy!
"Long live the Yellow Turban!" Tao Sheng shouted with tears in his eyes as he watched these figures rushing towards death, choking with sobs.
"Long live the Yellow Turban!" The other soldiers of the Guards Battalion held the weapons in their hands fiercely, with determination in their eyes. They only waited for their comrades to use their lives to break a gap in the enemy's shield array, and then they rushed over.
, use their lives to defend the yellow turban flag flying high behind them!
"Long live the Yellow Turbans!" Huang Zhong, an iron-like man, was on the roof with his blood boiling. He had already raised his big bow and raised his arms with a single sword in his hand and shouted! This was the first time he shouted the slogan of the Yellow Turban Army, and he also
Secretly determined, this will be the last slogan he shouts in this life! Fighting side by side with such an army and staining the battlefield with such a flag is the supreme honor of every passionate man!
"Long live the Yellow Turban!" The bows and arrows in the hands of hundreds of archers have been thrown away. The blades in their hands are cold, and the blood in their hearts is rushing! They are proud of their names, and they want to live and die together with their comrades!
"They're just a bunch of garbage, crush them!" Xia Mou looked at the dozens of Yellow Turbans approaching slowly and shouted disdainfully, but he did not dare to leave the protection range of the shield at all.
"Sir, they are just a group of wounded soldiers..." an officer hesitated.
"Stop talking nonsense. This is a traitor to the party and a mob! Do you know you are a traitor to the party? Anyone who dares to sympathize with them will be killed without mercy!" Xia Mou shouted fiercely.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The imperial guard at the front roared and raised the spear in his hand. Although his face was expressionless, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart for the tough men opposite him! If they had a choice, they would rather
Rather than fight side by side with such a man until death, he would rather celebrate his victory with a ruthless and indifferent general cowering behind him.
"Brothers, we have taken a step ahead! Long live the Yellow Turbans!" The moment dozens of wounded soldiers were about to come into contact with the huge Guards formation, the Yellow Turban soldier with a broken arm who was walking in the front suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, holding up his hands.
The broken long sword looked up to the sky and screamed.
"We are taking the first step! For the Yellow Turbans, for the world!" Dozens of wounded soldiers laughed wildly and rushed towards death!
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