If it is a regular army, the loss of seven or eight people will naturally not be taken into account. Even the Yellow Turban Army, with the blessing of religion, may not be afraid of such casualties. However, these Yellow Turbans are still a group of horse thieves in the final analysis. Whether it was Zhang Fei or ordinary soldiers, they could clearly feel that the speed of the horse thieves was slower.

In the end, seeing that they did not scare away the infantry in front of them, they did not dare to rush into the formation of the pikemen of the officers and soldiers, and fled one after another.

The inertia and speed of a horse galloping cannot be directly turned backwards. Therefore, there must be a slowdown process for the cavalry to retreat.

Seeing that the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army did not dare to rush directly into the infantry formation, these cavalry fought their horses and had to return. At this moment, Zhang Fei roared, crossed the formation, and stabbed out the Zhangba snake spear in his hand, stabbing a cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army who rushed too fast and was too close to the spear.

Then, Zhang Fei held the Zhangba snake spear in his hand, and with his arm strength alone, he lifted the assassinated Yellow Turban Army high.

The Yellow Turban Army was held up for about seven or eight seconds, so that the whole army could see this scene.

"The general is mighty! Wan win, Wan win, Wan win! ”

In the era of cold weapons, the atmosphere in the army has always been to respect the ability to fight. What small soldier is not willing to follow such a brave and invincible general.

When the earth-shattering cheers sounded, Zhang Fei picked it up and threw the corpse of the Yellow Turban Army out.

Except for the Yellow Turban Army who was assassinated by Zhang Fei. The other seven, all of whom had been shot with arrows and fell off their horses, two were trampled to death, and a few were not dead for a while, and were only screaming there.

People flipped on their backs, horses neighed, wounded people screamed loudly, and all kinds of voices came. The morale of Zhang Fei's soldiers was greatly shaken.

On the other hand, the Yellow Turban Army is fearful to everyone.

Zhang Fei secretly said that he was lucky.

Although these horse thieves have joined the Yellow Turban Army, they are still horse thieves at the bottom.

Among this kind of horse thieves, those who dare to rush to the front are the most brave outlaws who dare to fight and kill among horse thieves.

However, no matter how brave a horse thief is, he is a horse thief in the end, and he is no better than a well-trained cavalryman.

If just now, these 100 Yellow Turban soldiers were not afraid of sacrifice and rushed over regardless of casualties, even if they couldn't break through Zhang Fei's formation, they would definitely make their subordinates frightened, and the next charge, they would definitely be able to defeat themselves.

Fortunately, the Yellow Turban Army did not have such cavalry.

This truth is not only understood by Zhang Fei, but also by the Yellow Turban Army.

When several leaders saw this, they were all furious and shouted and cursed.

"Big boss, I think the official army is almost about to collapse just now, if our brothers go together, a few shocks, the official army should collapse, this time we have eaten a mouthful of fat, look at their weapons, and equipment, if they are all taken, we will be developed." A Yellow Turban leader said.

The big leader, who was called the "big boss", listened, nodded, and said: "These officers and soldiers, at a glance, you can tell that they are not easy to mess with. It seems that the government is going to come to Qu Shuai and them for real. Let's grab this time, let's find a place to avoid the limelight first. ”

At this time, hundreds of horse thieves gathered again and charged towards Zhang Fei's formation.

The infantry was in a tight formation, covering a relatively small area, and although there were more of them, they looked smaller.

The cavalry charged, rushing with great momentum. The more horse thieves in the back, looking at the momentum of the large number of horse thieves in front, the confidence is getting more and more rushing.

In the end, a horse thief couldn't help but shout loudly. Suddenly, a group of people screamed and became more and more excited.

Only the horse thief in front of him, looking at the rows of spears glowing with cold light, the shouting became smaller and smaller, and the speed of the charge began to slow down and slow.

At this time, most of the horse thieves had to ride war horses and rush towards Zhang Fei's side.

"Shoot the arrows!" With the officer's order, two hundred bows and arrows were shot together. This time, the effect was much better, shooting down dozens of people, and the horse thieves in front of them suddenly thinned out. But the horse thieves have already rushed up, even if someone falls to the ground, they can't restrain the horse, and the momentum of the impact has not weakened.

After the second round of arrow rain, the horse thieves were injured a lot less, mainly because they were not so dense.

Horses are very intelligent animals, so naturally they will not stupidly hit the head of the gun.

The horses had to run to the side, dodging the spears, and those who were riding were forcibly pulled back, and those who were not ridden by the thieves naturally turned around and ran away.

Some horse thieves didn't want to hit the head of the gun, so they dodged away, and the horse thieves behind them were already covered by the smoke and dust brought up by the horses when they ran, and they couldn't see the situation in front clearly. A swarm of bees rushed up, and was blocked by the horse thieves in front, which made the impact of the cavalry even more chaotic.

The soldiers in front of them could clearly feel that the horse thieves were rushing forward a little slower. The slowed horse thief lost its impact, and the formation was chaotic.

Two hundred pikemen, fifty pikemen each, four columns of pikemen, like a wall of steel, held back the horse thieves, and the archers behind were only concerned with shooting arrows forward.

The spear in front of it is there that it is stabbed, withdrawn, stabbed again, and withdrawn. Every time a stab is made, a horse thief or horse must be shot and fall to the ground screaming. However, in just a few minutes, the battle was decided.

After the last group of horse thieves who couldn't stop their horses, after putting their bodies on the head of the gun, in front of Zhang Fei's array, there were already more than a hundred corpses of horse thieves that had fallen.

According to Liu Beijun's rules, those who stand in the front row have greater military merits than those in the back row. Similarly, the casualties in the front row were greater than those in the back row.

Glancing left and right, he found that there were very few casualties, and there would be no more than twenty people at most, Zhang Fei was overjoyed.

After this battle, these soldiers were no longer peasants who had never seen blood, but real warriors.

Each one of them is wealth.

The eldest brother agreed, as long as this battle is fought, and he can get rid of the problem of drunkenness and whipping the soldiers, he will let himself be another department and let himself go out to take charge of himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fei was in a good mood and couldn't wait to drink three hundred cups immediately.

The Yellow Turban Army was silent, and the group of people who rushed forward and died at the front were the elite of the Yellow Turban Army. The horse ridden is the best horse, and the weapons used are also relatively sophisticated weapons in the Yellow Turban Army, and they are more or less armored, even when they share the spoils on weekdays, they take more than others.

On weekdays, passing through those powerful Wu forts, encountering those powerful private soldiers, and rushing through dozens or hundreds of these horse thieves, basically, there is no one who does not flee in all directions. I didn't expect that the officers and soldiers I met today would be so daring to fight.

The horse thieves had already killed and injured more than 30% of their men, and the rest of the horse thieves were all wounded, and they were all hiding far away. There were several others, beating their horses and galloping, and they ran away without looking back.

At this moment, Zhang Fei ordered: "The whole team, walk in unison, and move forward." ”

Then, Zhang Fei led his troops to advance neatly. In the eyes of a group of Yellow Turban horse thieves, these hundreds of people seemed to be one person. The momentum like a rainbow was simply rushing towards the face, and at this moment, several leaders couldn't control the team and scattered in all directions.

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