It's just that Zhou Yu didn't have time to think about it, all the Yellow Turban soldiers raised their cold and dazzling bows and crossbows in their hands, archers, crossbowmen, it seemed that they had been prepared, and the arrows on their bodies were bulging, full of carved arrows and wolf tooth arrows, whether it was ordinary archers, or Li Erniu's magic arrow battalion, or Zhao Yun's five thousand white horse righteous servants, all of them aimed their arrows fiercely at the panicked Jiangdong soldiers in the city.

"Gong Jin, I haven't seen you for many days, it's always good?" Pang Tong shook his head and flashed out of the crowd. I saw Pang Tong pulling straw sandals, the robe on his chest was half open, and he was still carrying a wine jug in his hand, with a drunken face, obviously he had just drunk a lot, and even his shoes and clothes were so messy.

"It's you, Feng Xiao Pang Shiyuan." Zhou Yu was taken aback.

"Hehe, you and I had the opportunity to become the same palace robe, but your lord was too narrow-minded and couldn't read people, so I went to go and ignored it, it's a pity, it's a pity, but Gongjin, hey, are you listening to me? What's the matter with your back to me, isn't it too rude. Seeing Zhou Yu turn around, Pang Tong suddenly complained unhappily.

Now that he was trapped on all sides, and he was about to be used as a target, Zhou Yu had no time to talk nonsense with Pang Tong, and hurriedly turned around and ordered the withdrawal of troops.

"Hey, Gongjin, don't talk anymore?" Pang Tong's array was disappointed, and he couldn't help but raise the wine jug in his hand, and ordered unhappily, "Since you don't have time to pay attention to me, let's talk about something serious and release the arrow." ”

Zhao Yun on the side was almost angry with Pang Tong, the enemy soldiers were already trapped, such a good opportunity to do it, this Pang Tong still had the heart to chat with others. Isn't that a delay?

As Pang Tong raised the wine jug and gave an order, the wolf tooth arrow in Zhao Yun's hand came out of the string, and the sharp arrow was as fast as the wind. As fast as electricity, an afterimage was left in mid-air, and the lightning flashed straight to Zhou Yu's heart.

Zhou Yu, who has led the troops to fight all the year round, is not a scribe who is powerless, and his kung fu is also unusual. But Zhao Yun's star-chasing arrow was fierce, as fast as a meteor, even if Zhou Yu made a dodge move. Or unfortunately hit an arrow in the right shoulder.

"It's a pity, it's a pity..."Zhao Yun couldn't help but sigh secretly when he saw this scene.

At the same time, the Yellow Turban archers bent their bows and arrows. Sharp arrows come out of the string. Instantly intertwined into an impenetrable net ruthlessly enveloped the Jiangdong soldiers in the city, ten thousand arrows were fired together, and there were eight thousand crossbowmen among them, the lethality was simply amazing, just one round of salvo, the Jiangdong soldiers were killed and injured thousands of people, many Jiangdong soldiers were shot into several arrows, and they were shot into hedgehogs. The whole body is full of cold arrows, and the dead can't die anymore.

Zhou Yu endured the arrow wound on his shoulder. Desperately led the troops to drill into the secret passage, but everyone was crowded in one place, panicked with each other, trampled on each other, and it was impossible to enter the secret passage at all, not to mention that even if it was a secret passage where eight people passed side by side, it was too narrow for nearly 30,000 Jiangdong soldiers at this time.

"Retreat to the gates." Zhou Yu hurriedly changed the order.

But the arrows above his head rained down like a dense crowd, and before he could rush to the city gate, Zhou Yu lay down behind him. ，

The sharp arrows are ruthless, the yellow turban is brave, and it is condescending, the power of the bow and crossbow can be exerted to the maximum, and the Jiangdong soldiers are running around like headless flies, and they are constantly shot and fall to the ground, screaming, crying for help, running, and instantly converge into a noisy ocean, but there is no shouting and killing inside, because the yellow turban soldiers are in high places, and it is difficult for Jiangdong soldiers to launch an impact.

"Hey... It's pathetic. Looking at the Jiangdong soldiers who fell to the ground like wheat waves, Pang Tong couldn't help but sigh.

I couldn't help but pick up the flask and pour it into my mouth, "Ha, it's really happy." ”

For Pang Tong's heartless personality, the soldiers on the side almost vomited blood in anger, what kind of military advisor is this, just now he was still sighing for the dead and wounded so many soldiers, and in a blink of an eye, he shouted proudly.

It's really individual, but inhuman.

However, Zhao Yun's expression was cold from beginning to end, and he must not show mercy to his subordinates when dealing with the enemy, otherwise the lord's hegemony will only be realized one day.

What's more, Jiangdong has repeatedly betrayed his promise, and everyone has long been full of anger, and they can't wait to kill them all, so they naturally won't show mercy.

Zhou Yu finally led 3,000 remnants of soldiers to the city gate, but the city gate was closed, and the outside shouted and killed, obviously the other party had a heavy guard outside the city.

Zhou Yu couldn't help but look up to the sky and sighed.

Suddenly, hearing the sound of running water in the distance, Zhou Yu looked at it, and found that a lot of river water had flowed into the city at some point, and the water was getting bigger and stronger, more and more violent, and gradually it had passed the surface of his feet.

"What a vicious Pang Shiyuan."

The Jiangdong soldiers who finally rushed into the secret passage did not wait for much to go far, and the river water poured in, and the water flowed low, and almost all the water in the city poured into the secret passage in an instant.

Gradually, the water in the secret passage is getting bigger and bigger, and it has approached everyone's waists, even if the Jiangdong soldiers are good at water, there is nothing to be done in the secret passage, after all, a person's time to hold his breath in the water is limited, once the secret passage is all filled with water, what awaits them will be the end of the world.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were merciless, like a whirlwind and clouds, and kept shooting the survivors in the city, the Jiangdong soldiers were killed and wounded in less than an hour, and more than half of the dead and wounded, and a full 15,000 soldiers fell unwillingly in Wuling City without killing a single Yellow Turban soldier.

And the water in the secret passage was finally filled, and the Jiangdong soldiers who were crowded inside had no time to escape and were suffocated alive in the secret passage.

"Strategist, you're not digging up all the water outside the city, are you?" Zhao Yun turned around and asked as he shot an arrow.

"How can it? The lord said first, tell me not to play too much, and when the water reaches their necks, I will order someone to block the breach. Pang Tong showed a harmless smile on his face, and replied with a little disappointment.

It seems that I can't enjoy it, and I'm a little disappointed.

"Not over the neck? And that's not all. Zhao Yun and the others all frowned into a black line.

As time passed, the shouts in the city became less and less, more and more sparse, and the water became bigger and bigger, gradually reaching the waists of everyone, and finally, as Pang Tong said, it was about to drown all the enemy soldiers, and the water finally stopped.

The dead bodies of Jiangdong soldiers floated everywhere on the surface of the water, just like the dumplings cooked at home during the Chinese New Year, floating with the waves, swinging up and down, it looks extraordinarily rhythmic, but the blood in the city will stain the water with a piece of blood red, full of strong bloody smell, which makes people frown.

Only a handful of survivors struggled around in the water with their heads barely exposed, thrashing their bodies incessantly. (To be continued......)