In the depths of the dense forest, a horse slowly moved forward, Zhang Bao straddled the horse and crossed the knife, his expression was solemn, this was the first battle before the decisive battle, not only related to the life and death of the Maoshan bandits, but also related to the morale of the Yellow Turban Army. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The snort of the war horse came and went, and the Yellow Turban Iron Rider appeared from the dense forest one after another, gradually gathered behind Zhang Bao, and slowly spread out to the two wings, gradually forming an irregular fan.

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"Wow~~"

On the mountain beam, at the edge of the dense forest, Deng Mao glanced at the deep jungle behind his left, a trace of cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and the sharp steel knife was raised high. The howl intensified.

"Wow~~"

The bandits responded with the wolf howl.

A sneer bloomed at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, what is the use of screaming louder? Could it be that the Han army will still hear the howl of the bandits and retreat? Soon, these arrogant bandits should be scurrying around the mountains like rabbits, he has seen too many scenes like this, and this time will certainly not be an exception!

"Yo~~"

The captain of the Han army raised his right arm, and a thousand archers mechanically pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver and put it on the string, and then raised the longbow with both arms, and in the crunching bowstring, the longbow had been pulled into the shape of a full moon, and each archer had a cold expression, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at the void in front of him without any emotion.

"Arrow~~"

"Huh~~"

"Huh~~"

As soon as the captain of the Han army gave an order, a thousand archers released their right hands at the same time, and at the sound of the bowstring, a piercing roar pierced the sky. A thousand wolf arrows had already carried a cold killing machine, and instantly flew above the head of the thief array, and then fell viciously like raindrops, and the black rain almost covered the entire sky.

Deng Mao raised his head, his eyes widened, and he stared viciously at the "rain" falling from the sky, and there was an inexplicable cold in his eyes. These damn Han troops always have an absolute advantage in equipment.

Suddenly, a miserable howl burst into the night, and the poor bandits had neither a shield nor armor to protect themselves, so they could only use their flesh and blood to resist the ravages of arrows, and the result could be imagined.

"Uh~~"

A terrible howl was close at hand, and a thief fell to the ground with a wail, his limbs twitching, and a sharp feathered arrow pierced through his left eye, piercing the entire skull and exiting the back of his head, and a drop of crimson liquid dripped down the sharp and cold arrow, seeping into the cold, damp ground in an instant.

"Tuk~"

A muffled sound sounded from behind Deng Mao, and when he looked back, a thief happened to move a broken wooden plank from his head to the front, only to see that a feather arrow had been deeply pierced into the plank, and the arrow feather Wu trembled. The bandit was rejoicing when another sharp feathered arrow fell from the sky, enveloping him with precision and mercilessness, but he could no longer make any sound, and his hands were stretched wide to pull out the damned feather arrow, but he could not do so until he died.

"Servant!"

The bandit fell straight down. His eyes were wide open, his eyes gradually scattered, and he soon threw himself into the arms of death.

Zhang Yang's face finally showed a smile of satisfaction, this is the bandit he is familiar with, this familiar scene has been staged many times, until today, it continues to be staged, these bandits have not learned a lesson at all, they are still just as ignorant and easy to deal with.

Behind Zhang Yang, Yang Chou also looked gloomy, but he was proud in his heart. Shooting with a longbow first, and then driving it with infantry, although it is only the most basic tactic in the war book, but if it were not for him Yang Chou, Zhang Yang might never have thought of it.

At the edge of the dense forest, the entire thief array was already in chaos, and the helpless bandits were running in all directions, trying to avoid the terrifying arrow rain, but this was in vain, the coverage of the arrow rain was quite extensive, so people were constantly crucified to the ground, and the originally dense and considerable thief array quickly thinned out a lot.

"Stop firing arrows~~"

Under the order of the captain of the Han army, the archers finally stopped the mechanical action of holding their bows and arrows, and each breathed a sigh of relief, and it also required a lot of physical strength to pull the bow continuously, and it was not as easy as people imagined to be an elite archer.

"Infantry joins the team ~~~ Advance~~"

Although the archers' shooting was over, the Han army's attack had just begun, and with the order of the commander, 2,000 light infantry who had been waiting for a long time had already rushed up from the rear like a tide, and they were all over the mountains and fields towards the thieves at the edge of the dense forest. In Zhang Yang and Yang Chou's view, this battle has actually ended, after experiencing the baptism of arrow rain just now, the will to resist the bandits on the opposite side has already been frozen and disintegrated, and the two thousand light infantry only need to rush up to clean up the mess.

"Whew~~"

Zhang Yang let out a long sigh of relief, turned his head to Guo Tu beside him and said, "In this battle, the thieves are decided." ”

Yang Chou smiled slightly, and said flatteringly: "Congratulations, congratulations, Congratulations, the position of the history of the state is none other than the adult." ”

Zhang Yang stroked the willow whiskers under his chin, and he was very proud in his heart. Still said modestly: "Where is it, Lord Assassin Shi is still in power, and I will wait for the glimmer of peace to kill the enemy!" ”

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In the middle of the jungle.

Zhang Bao stretched out his greedy tongue, slowly licking from the blade of the thick-backed steel knife, the cold touch came from the tip of the tongue, so that Zhang Bao's whole consciousness was clear, looking through the sparse trees, the edge of the dense forest was already in chaos, the bandits who survived the baptism of the Han army's arrow rain were regrouping, and on the opposite gentle slope, thousands of Han infantry were covering the mountains and fields, the flag was fluttering, the sword was dazzling, and the momentum was quite terrifying.

Zhang Bao gently pulled the reins of his horse, turned around, and his cold gaze swept over each of the Yellow Turban cavalrymen, and everyone's eyes focused on Zhang Bao for a moment. There is no need for words to motivate, and there is no need for hoarse roars, the Yellow Turban Iron Rider is like a group of cruel and murderous wolves, and Zhang Bao is the head wolf who controls the wolf pack!

The head wolf only needs to stand high under the moon, and all the wild wolves will follow behind the head wolf and launch a desperate attack on the prey!

"Drink."

Zhang Bao snorted lightly, turned the horse's head, the war horse slowly moved forward with broken steps, behind Zhang Bao, the Yellow Turban Iron Rider rode forward at the same time, slowly following each other, the sound of the war horse's nose sounded into a piece, startled the birds in a few rows, and flew into the distance.

"Drink!"

Zhang Bao shouted angrily, his legs clamped the horse's belly hard, the war horse suddenly raised his head and neighed in pain, let go of the four hooves and began to accelerate, behind Zhang Bao, the Yellow Turban Iron Horse also began to accelerate, thousands of iron hooves hit the earth heavily, and in a trance, the whole forest was trembling slightly. (To be continued.) )