The pangolin mount is indeed domineering, and in such a short period of time, it has dug such a series of tunnels with weak surfaces, and the tunnels are full of wooden guns.

Nearly 100 people were killed and injured before they could encounter the front, which made Pei Yuanshao, who was sitting in the rear, a little shocked.

"I didn't expect the other side to make such a defense, it seems that this is a difficult bone to gnaw!" Next to a big tree, Pei Yuanshao untied a string of round beads from his earlobe, fiddled with one and put it in his mouth and chewed it vigorously, and drank blood wine with a grunt.

If you look closely at the round beads hanging on your ears, they are black and wrinkled, and they smell fishy.

Drinking blood, drinking and eating strange food, what kind of fierce character is this Yellow Turban Army Pei Yuanshao, he is still not a human being!

Pei Yuanshao stood up, grabbed a sharp arrow out of thin air with one hand, stuck it in the tree, and said loudly: "Kill me!" ”

Such a trap pit is a vain attempt to stop the pace of the Yellow Turban Army? Thinking about fighting with Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun, Lu Zhi and other famous generals of the Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban Army encountered a lot more traps than this one, and in the end they were not solved one by one.

The Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Mancheng has experienced the Battle of Guangzong City, and can be described as one of the strong troops under the Tiangong General Zhang Jiao, who is not afraid of life and death.

"It seems that the general on the other side has a bad head and will only do it brutally." Jiang Gan analyzed it in a good way, and said, "Wouldn't it be better to besiege us and starve us to death?" ”

Zhang Mu agrees with this, if Zhang Mu and the others are surrounded, the grain and grass in the village will be exhausted in a few days.

"They are here to grab resources, and they don't have much food and grass with them, so they have to fight quickly."

No, there are yellow turban shooters who keep shooting at the opposite side to suppress, and there are yellow turban wrestlers pushing the rolling wood into the pit, and then one by one the yellow turban knife soldiers jump into the pit, cut down the wooden guns in the pit and move forward, and set up a simple wooden ladder at the other end and climb up quickly.

The enemy on all sides attacked in this way, and the number of archers on the two sides was very different, and the archers under Zhang Mu were suppressed and could barely raise their heads, and they were killed and wounded.

There are Yellow Turban Army and militia fighting together, and the two sides are fighting together to know how much difference in strength there is, except for the Jinfan thieves on the Ganning side, the strength of the militia is far from the Yellow Turban Army.

After all, the Yellow Turban Army that has survived until now are all veteran oils, and they really don't pay attention to tactics in combat, but they are very strong in individual ability and their methods are very dirty.

Among them, the pressure in the north is the greatest, and the number of Yellow Turban archers is also the largest.

"My good military advisor, do you have any good plans?" Zhang Mu kicked Jiang Gan, who was muttering to himself.

Jiang Gan was silent, his lips were pale, and his whole body trembled.

"Moe, my nobleman, it's time for you to play." Zhang Mu stepped forward and touched Hao Meng's head on the kneeling ground, looked at his blind appearance, and smiled.

"Lord, you are smiling so badly, no, no, Lord, you, what are you going to do!"

"Lord, it's a shame to be cute!"

Zhang Mu didn't bother to pay attention to what Hao Meng was saying, and pulled off the band on his right arm that had just been medicated and bandaged, only to hear a scream of "ah", Hao Meng stood up.

The nobleman has stood up!

"Lord, it's shameful to sell cute!" Changing his face in an instant, Hao Meng wiped his own blood on the scar on his face, the hideous scar was as bright as the Milky Way after smearing it with blood, Hao Meng knelt on one knee with his sword, and said seriously: "But please rest assured, the lord is determined to kill the enemy who is coming!" ”

"Come with me!"

"Yes, General Hao!"

Hao Meng immediately led a group of 100 militia to kill the Yellow Turban Heavy Army Area due north.

Hao Meng, who was fanatized by his own blood, is really fierce! As soon as he entered the enemy group, it was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and he fought wildly, and it didn't take long for him to become a bloody man.

Zhang Mu told several militiamen to follow Hao Meng closely, if Hao Meng suddenly knelt on the ground, he would immediately save him, after all, General Hao's fierceness was not very long-lasting.

"Are you ready?"

"The subordinates are ready!"

Standing behind Zhang Mu were the 100 strongest militiamen in the village, as well as the 35 pangolin mounts!

On the left and right sides of the pangolin's mount are swords and spears.

At present, the war is in a state of anxiety, but it is very obvious that the longer it drags on, the less beneficial it will be for Zhang Mu's side.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first!"

Zhang Mu fixed his eyes on the source of the Yellow Turban Army's archery, which was the archery position, and similarly, Pei Yuanshao was also there!

Why not hit it head-on? Those Yellow Turban wrestlers are not vegetarians, and their own strength cannot be consumed. If you want to fight, come with a surprise attack!

"Up!"

"Yes, my lord!"

A number of passages had already been dug deep underground, and as soon as the militia sat down, the pangolin mounts immediately drilled into it.

Lu Lingqi approached Zhang Mu, her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Zhang Mushi's finger lightly scraped the beauty's nose and said, "Don't worry, girl, I'll be fine." ”

Turning over and sitting down, Zhang Mu pressed his head down, touched his head and said, "Go!" ”

One burrowed into the caves in the rear, which had already been dug in all directions, and the exit was behind Pei Yuanshao's archers.

When the last person, Zhang Mi, drilled out of the ground, the rest of the people were all lined up, just waiting for Zhang Mu to give an order.

There were more than 200 archers in the rear of the Yellow Turban Army, including more than 100 Yellow Turban swordsmen, wrestlers and swordsmen nearby.

Zhang Mu waved his right hand, and everyone knew it, and immediately rushed to kill him.

Just like the last time they encountered the Yellow Turbans, these guys were dumbfounded.

"Enemy, enemy attack!"

"After, back!"

"How is it possible, how is it possible!"

"Wear, pangolin! This, what a monster this is! ”

"How can it be so big!"

Even if it's not a pangolin cavalry, a single charge can kill many archers.

His Yellow Turban archers could not resist this sudden attack, and by the time they could react, a quarter of them had already been killed.

The remaining archers are either fleeing or fighting, and it is already difficult to suppress the territory.

Suffice it to say, apart from a few large Yellow Turban wrestlers, it is difficult for any other soldier to pose a threat to the pangolin cavalry.

After a while, the Yellow Turban Army in the rear actually killed and wounded half of the men and horses, and Zhang Mu's side suffered fewer losses.

"Humph!" Pei Yuanshao took a string of beads from his left ear, put them all in his mouth and chewed them, and after gulping and taking a sip of blood wine, he hugged a tree trunk beside him.

"Get out of here!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers retreated to both sides, and before a pangolin cavalry could react, the tree trunk in Pei Yuanshao's hand had already smashed towards him.

With a loud "bang", the militiaman had been knocked away by Pei Yuanshao, fell to the ground, and when he wanted to get up, the sword of a yellow turban swordsman had been inserted into his heart.

"Tut" Pei Yuanshao set his eyes on Zhang Mu not far away.