Shen Yi is Zu Lang's good friend and one of his trusted little marshals, and he is known for his bravery, so Zu Lang sent him to take the lead, hoping that he could boost his morale. It doesn't matter if it's defeated, just play majestic, let Sun Ce see that the bandit is not a weak chicken. Unexpectedly, Shen Yi was defeated in less than a meal, not only did he not gain much, but he also retreated without authorization.

Zu Lang killed Shen Yi in tears and ordered the two military marquis to come out of the ranks, but no one agreed. He walked into the crowd and searched around, but he didn't find it, and then he realized that the two military marquis might have been killed, and he chuckled in his heart, and suddenly felt a little uneasy. Killing Shen Yi was for the Ming military order, and the Ming military order was for another attack. According to the usual practice, at this time, he should choose one of Shen Yi's subordinates to take over as Xiaoshuai and let him lead the remnants to attack again. But the two military marquis under Shen Yi were all killed, who should he promote, could it be that a hundred people will be promoted to be the captain?

In the crowd, Zu Lang slowly turned around, his gaze swept over the faces of the soldiers, these faces were fearful, sad, angry, and desperate. Of the five hundred generals, he found only one, and that man was struck by an arrow in the chest, in the front chest and out in the back chest, supported by two companions, with his head bowed, and the blood flowed down the shaft of the arrow, dripping in the dirt, and it had stained a large piece.

Zulang gasped. It can be said that the death of two military marquis at the same time can be said to be an accident, and one of the five hundred generals was not spared, this is not an accident, but there are sharpshooters in the opposing camp, specifically targeting the generals. If Shen Yi didn't come back, he would also be shot in front of the battle.

Sun Ce is surrounded not only by warriors, but also archers? Zulang's scalp tingled. He raised his head and looked at Daxu in the distance.

Suddenly, he noticed that Da Xuan had moved, and Sun Ce was moving forward, getting closer and closer.

What does he want to do? Zu Lang was taken aback, didn't care about Shen Yi's remnants, quickly returned to his formation, raised his hand, and signaled all departments to strengthen their vigilance so as not to be attacked by Sun Ce. The bandits were all frightened, and they adjusted their formations one after another, and they were ready to fight. For a while, flags were waved on the position, golden drums sounded in unison, and the generals shouted loudly and ordered their subordinates to cheer up. The soldiers also shouted, quarreled, and cursed, as if countless crows flew by, chirping and mingling.

Zu Lang held his breath and stared at Sun Ce.

Sun Ce moved forward a hundred paces and stopped less than two hundred paces away from Zu Lang's main formation. They could already see each other's faces clearly, Sun Ce looked at Zu Lang, raised his hand and waved, although he didn't say a word, the meaning of provocation was self-evident.

A burst of blood rushed to his head, and Zu Lang's face was hot, as if he had been slapped twice.

Sun Ce bullied him, which was a great shame. Can 10,000 people be scared away by a thousand? Zu Lang was furious, turned on his horse, raised his sword and shouted wildly. "Sword-and-shield men, spearmen, front-line formations, crossbowmen, prepare—"

The sound of war drums rose again, and it was like a burst, as if it was beating on everyone's heart, making people's heartbeat involuntarily accelerate, and their minds were blank, blindly following the action, and forming under the command of the general. The sword and shield men ran forward, half-crouched on the ground, their shields raised, the spearmen stood in front of them, spears in hand, and crossbowmen wound their arrows, aiming at the enemy in the distance, ready to shoot at any moment.

The two sides are a hundred paces apart, which is beyond the range of ordinary bows and arrows, but the three-stone crossbow and four-stone crossbow can already shoot. Compared with the bow, the technical requirements of the crossbow are relatively high, and the stronger the crossbow force, the more difficult it is to make.

Sun Ce saw it clearly and laughed secretly. That's what he wanted. No matter how many Zulang people there are, after all, they are thieves, he will not have a supporting weapon manufacturing system, and the primitive and crude means can make simple weapons, but they cannot provide a large number of standard ordnance. After showing the advantages of personal force and small formation, he wanted Zu Lang to take another look at the technical gap between the two sides, and grind the courage of these bandits little by little.

"Shoot him!" Sun Ce ordered softly.

"Whoa!" Xie Kuan and Deng Xin agreed, walked to the front of the formation, raised the six-stone crossbow in their hands, and pulled the crossbow machine at Zu Lang, who was more than 100 steps away.

The bowstring trembled at the same time, the buzzing continued, and the feathered arrow had already left the string, twisted in the air, and broke through the wind.

Seeing the two crossbowmen, Zu Lang knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly picked up the shield from the saddle. As soon as he raised his shield, the feathered arrows arrived.

"Phew!" With a muffled sound, the shield covered with cowhide was shot through, and the tough cowhide that had been tanned was torn open, and the wooden tire inside was shattered, and sawdust flew away. Zu Lang subconsciously narrowed his eyes. Almost at the same time, the second arrow arrived, and it hit Zulang's mount, and the feather arrow pierced the neck of the war horse, and the arrow hit Zulang's abdominal armor, and Zulang felt a pain in his abdomen, as if he had been punched, and he almost didn't come up in one breath.

The horse neighed in grief, took two steps, and fell to the ground.

The guards stood up in exclamation, and Zu Lang jumped to his feet. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" At the same time, he raised the long knife in his hand and shouted: "Crossbowman, shoot!" ”

The sound of the war drums suddenly became urgent, and the crossbowmen began to shoot, and a rain of arrows galloped away, but most of them only shot about sixty paces before falling, and only a few could shoot a hundred paces away, and could not cause damage to Sun Ce at all. Sun Ce remained motionless and looked indifferently at Zu Lang who was shouting loudly in the distance. Xie Kuan and Deng Xin wound up and pulled the crossbow machine again.

Two feathered arrows flew out and arrived almost at the same time. "Poof" twice, a crossbowman with an arrow in his hand, fell on his back. Another feather arrow was a little close, and it hit a shield behind the crossbowman, and with a "bang", the shield shook violently, and the bandit of the shield hand looked at the arrow that pierced the shield, and his face turned pale with fright, and he did not dare to move.

The two sides shot at each other, although Xie Kuan and Deng Xin were only two people, and they didn't look as majestic as the hundreds of bandit crossbowmen, but almost every time they shot, they would gain something, either one of the two arrows, or two arrows hit at the same time, and rarely missed at the same time. They exchanged words in a low voice as they shot, not loud, but short and fast, without making eye contact, and they could communicate with just a few words.

The sound of "whoosh" was endless, and the two of them shot more and more steadily, and shot more than a dozen crossbowmen on the other side in one go.

Seeing it in his eyes, Zu Lang was anxious, and shouted loudly: "Crossbowmen pay attention to concealment!" Knife and shield man, cover crossbowman, cover crossbowman. ”

A group of sword and shield men rushed over, protecting the surviving crossbowmen. The crossbowmen let out a sigh of relief. Although it was only a meal, they seemed to have walked before the death and death. Seeing their companions fall one after another, their psychological pressure is also rising rapidly, and they don't know when they will become the target of the other party's shooting.

Although they are both strong crossbowmen, the archery skills of both sides are obviously not on the same level. A hundred steps away, the opponent's hit rate is more than sixty percent, far exceeding their average, and the crossbow strength is much stronger than theirs, most likely a six-stone strong crossbow. At such a distance, they can barely shoot, but they can't penetrate the shield, but the opponent can easily penetrate the shield and shoot through the leather armor. Once shot, it is either dead or wounded.

Although Zu Lang was still boosting morale, he had lost three battles and three times, and the bandits' legs had begun to weaken, and there was a commotion in the formation.