"All the soldiers listen to the order, follow me to kill the enemy!" Sun Jian held the ancient ingot knife in his hand and walked towards the back of Yingchuan's yellow scarf. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

After waiting for a long time, he finally waited for this moment, and the flames burned in Sun Jian's eyes. This fire aura, rising from his heart, spread to his eyes, and became two jumping flowers, and finally rose from the blade of the ancient ingot knife, and became the airtight murderous aura that spread around Sun Jian's body.

Behind Sun Jian was the Xiangyong he brought out of his hometown. It's just that at this moment, these township warriors don't have half of the temperament that township warriors should have, and they even seem to be more spiritual and elite than the current garrisons of local governments. The precipitated coldness and determination have become their most distinctive symbols, as well as the surging fighting spirit, which cannot be seen in many current armies.

followed Sun Jian all the way to the battle, from his hometown, to Yingchuan, and now he is going to participate in the Battle of Guangzong. These trainings, even an ordinary soldier, in so many experiences, without dying, can become the most elite soldier.

Zhang Bao's face at this time had become extremely exciting, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined, making his mood fall to the bottom in an instant. Zhang Liang next to him was the same, after getting the latest battle situation, both of them had an alarm in their hearts, and the alarm bell rang for a long time.

The camp of the Han army of Guangzong is clearly on guard, and any surprise attack lies in the sudden attack in front. Suddenly, suddenly, under the condition that the Han army had already taken precautions, this surprise attack was not so abrupt, without the essence of a raid, how could this raid be successful?

Looking at this situation, this raid could only be in vain, Zhang Bao had already considered withdrawing his troops, sparing the Han army camp, and going to Guangzong City to join his eldest brother Zhang Jiao. There is nothing to do, the Han army that is still closely following Yingchuan behind him does not know when it will come, if it does not withdraw now, then there may be no chance to withdraw the army.

"Pass the order, the whole army withdraws, ......" Zhang Bao's words did not fall, and he suddenly turned around and saw the Han army coming towards them from the rear.

The previous situation flashed in his heart, and after a series of responses by the Han army, Zhang Bao finally understood what was going on, his face immediately turned iron-blue, and his heart was even colder. Now the move of the Han army is undoubtedly to wipe out their Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army in a battle, and the situation of flanking before and after undoubtedly shows this point.

Zhang Bao snorted a few times suddenly, and even showed a little smile, but he didn't want to be the victim when they wanted to flank the Guangzong Han army back and forth. The reversal came so much that people really couldn't accept it, from active to passive, and it didn't take much time during this period.

Soon, the smile faded, and there was only one way in front of Zhang Bao, and that was to withdraw the army. As for how to withdraw the army, that is another question, if the Han army is pressed by the whole army and vows to destroy the Yellow Turban Army along the way, I am afraid that there will be no life.

Suddenly, the feather arrow pierced through the air, and a white line appeared in the sky, straight forward. The tail feathers of the feather arrows rubbed against the air due to their speed, and the temperature instantly rose, and finally the entire tail feathers burned, and the smoke emitted formed that white line.

The sound of the explosion, as the feather arrow leaped, became more and more clear and intense.

The target of this arrow is Zhang Bao.

At this moment, the gaze contained in the feather arrow trembled imperceptibly. Zhang Bao felt an irresistible feeling in his heart, in the face of this arrow, he didn't have much reaction to do it, and in his mind, there was also a picture of being pierced by the feather arrow D in the next moment!

This arrow came too fast, too poisonous, and belonged to the kind of deadly cold arrow. Almost at the moment when Zhang Bao turned his head, he seized that moment, and when Zhang Bao was still surprised by the appearance of the Yingchuan Han Army behind him, this arrow came.

The galloping warrior put down his bow, hung the bow on the side of the horse, took a few deep breaths, and slowly spit it out. This arrow cost him a lot of effort, and the timing was so accurate that even Zhang Bao's reaction was calculated together. Coupled with the long-term holding of the bow, the arrow is always kept in a state of wanting to fire and not firing, and the burden on the arm is very heavy, so even now, Zhan Feng can feel the right arm of the bow is faintly sore.

It wasn't until Zhan Feng took off the halberd and waved it casually a few times that the soreness and numbness in his right arm gradually disappeared.

It's just that Zhan Feng doesn't have much hope for whether he can kill Zhang Bao by S, and he has also witnessed the arrow from Xiahou Yuan S on the Yingchuan battlefield from afar. That arrow is not much different from the arrow he is out of now, and there is no difference between the two, they all belong to the kind of arrow that makes people unable to resist their minds.

Zhan Feng had imagined that in that situation, it was undeniable that he had too many unknowns in his mind as to whether he would be able to spot the arrow in the chaos of the battlefield and thus stop it. But Zhang Bao is different, since he could survive Xiahou Yuan's arrows on the Yingchuan battlefield at the beginning, then of course he can now. Because, beside him, there is also a Zhang Liang.

They are two people, two people are more than one person, maybe Anne literally seems to be just a numerical difference, but on the battlefield, that can be done, there are so many things that can change. Zhang Liang can help him block the arrows that Zhang Bao can't block, and Zhang Bao can also help him block the arrows that Zhang Liang can't block.

The two are not only brothers, but also comrades-in-arms on the battlefield, guarding each other's backs. It's too difficult to kill one of them with a feather arrow. If you really want to say that there is any way, unless it is a military general with superb archery skills like Zhan Feng, such as Xiahou Yuan, there is a way to do it. This is just the basics, even if there are two generals with superb archery skills, some opportunities are fleeting, and once they pass, they will never be seen again.

"Second brother, be careful!" Zhang Liang snorted softly, and the whole person jumped up from his horse and pounced towards Zhang Bao.

At the moment of jumping out, he felt that time passed very slowly, felt the Han soldiers in the distance marching slowly, felt the wind in the air, caressing his face, every trace, every inch of gentleness. The only thing that is not slow is that the arrow, breaking through the air, the cold light at the arrow, you can feel the sharpness and coldness from a long distance.

Will die, be hit by S, will definitely die. It's a knee-jerk idea, and it takes almost no thought to think about it to get to this outcome.

However, it must be broken! Zhang Liangyu roared angrily in his heart, stretched out his hand, and grabbed at the feather arrow.

His movements were fast, and between the swings of his arms, he brought a strong wind. grabbed it with one hand, but Zhang Liang's gaze froze, he only grabbed the tail of the feather arrow shaft, and under his hand, he could feel a hot and scorching in his palm.

According to the knee-jerk reaction of the human body, it should be released at this time and the grip is not so tight. But Zhang Liang held it tightly, the whole palm was like holding a burning charcoal, the whole skin was burning, and there seemed to be a smell of burning.

The feather arrow in his palm was still drilling forward, and it seemed to slip away from Zhang Liang's hand. Zhang Liang stretched out his second hand and also grasped the shaft of the arrow, so he completely took down the feather arrow and fell heavily on the ground with it.

When his body touched the ground, there was a solid crashing sound, and Zhang Liang's face was twisted with pain. It's just that he was overjoyed, because this arrow was still blocked by him!

"Third brother!" Zhang Bao looked at Zhang Liang with concern in his eyes, and after noticing that he was fine, the whole person suddenly relaxed.

The next moment, he looked at the Han soldiers who rushed towards him, full of murderous aura! Since they're coming, let's all come! If you want to swallow his Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army, then let them try it to see if it is a broken tooth or indigestion, in short, Zhang Bao will definitely not let them have a good time!

"Yellow Turban Lux, attack!"

"Yes!" In unison, more than 2,000 yellow turban wrestlers came out of the battle, stepping forward, neatly aligned.

These Yellow Turban wrestlers are all well-armed, and in addition to a body of armor, they also carry a long knife on their backs. Everyone is a strong man with a big waist and a round waist, and it is easier to tell the difference between them and ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers from their appearance and temperament.

They were like iron, they were like steel, and there was no superfluous expression on their faces when facing the onslaught of the cavalry led by the battle front. Looking at the war horse, looking at the smoke and dust, and the cold and shining weapons of the cavalry, he was indifferent.

There is no fear, let alone fear, life and death are not unacceptable things for these yellow turban wrestlers. Compared with death itself, not being able to stand by Zhang Jiao's side is what makes them feel regretful. It's just that it's also for Huang Tian, and there is no resentment, on the contrary, it is more of an honor to be able to die for Huang Tian.

From the beginning of the raid on the Han army camp, Zhang Bao did not put the Yellow Turban wrestlers who followed him into the battlefield, and even the soldiers who threw themselves into the raid on the Han army camp only sent 20,000 soldiers. Now those who remain by his side can let him command, there are also 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers, plus 2,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers, that is, by his side, there are still 22,000 troops!

Even if you fight head-on with the Yingchuan Han army, winning or losing is unknowable! All along, Zhang Bao has been guarding against the sneak attack of the Yingchuan Han Army, and after he couldn't know exactly the movements of the Yingchuan Han Army, the uneasiness in his heart suddenly reached the highest point, and there were more than 22,000 Yellow Turban Army soldiers who finally stayed by his side.

"Dirt, trap!"

The Yellow Turban wrestlers looked at the cavalry who was only two hundred meters away, and painted with one hand, and the earthy yellow light flowed, becoming a touch of brilliance next to the palm. Another finger pointed to the ground that the cavalry horse was about to step on, and the entire ground instantly sank, but the degree of subsidence was not deep, just a small depression. For cavalry, this is not an insurmountable terrain, not even an obstacle.

Two thousand Yellow Turban wrestlers cast spells together, and in the end it only affected a distance of about 100 meters, causing the ground of these 100 meters to sink a piece. The Yellow Turban wrestlers were not surprised by this scene, on the battlefield, the spells they learned were suppressed by the blood qi of the battlefield, and they didn't know how many could take effect in the end. If you want to change to another place, if you perform a five-element earth technique, you can at least dig a big pit out.

"Water, condensation!"

There was another neat sound, and the water vapor quickly condensed, and finally turned into a stream of water between the palms and fingers of the Yellow Turban wrestlers, quickly filling the depression in the ground. There was a lot of sediment due to the subsidence, and when there was a current, it met with each other, and eventually silt appeared.

"Phew. Stop! Zhan Feng lifted the reins, and the whole war horse suddenly stopped rushing forward under his movements, and the man stood up, his front hooves fell heavily again, and finally stopped a meter in front of the swamp.

A famous cavalryman behind him also stopped one after another, which was still possible when the forward momentum of the war horse was not completely accumulated. Otherwise, the final two hundred meters of acceleration, the battle front stopped like this, no matter whether the cavalry behind wanted to or not, whether he wanted to or not, he would be hit by the war horse behind, and even fall off his horse, or even be trampled into mud.

"Taoism." The trickster said softly.

In front of them was a 100-meter-long muddy road that was mixed with mud and water, making it difficult to tell how deep it was. And in this case, once the war horse steps in, the speed will inevitably decrease, and it is impossible to accelerate. Once the cavalry is unable to give full play to the advantage of speed, then it is not much worse than the infantry, or even weaker, and can only become the target of the archer's S arrows.

In fact, what has been fighting against the Yellow Turban Army for a long time, which makes Huangfu Song, Lu Zhi and others, including Sun Jiancao C, and those leading generals feel troublesome, is not the large number of the Yellow Turban Army, but the Taoist arts! In the battle of the large army, the Taoist technique may not seem so conspicuous, but in small-scale contact, if there is the addition of the Yellow Turban Warriors, the general Han army will be the side that is pressed big. Even if it is a confrontation between the armies, the emergence of Taoism will still bring many variables, and this is one of the variables.

The Trickster also wanted to form a Dao Legion composed of players, but this idea faded after the battle with the Yellow Turbans. A few hundred Fangshi players really can't make any big waves, just like those two thousand Yellow Turban Lux players, all they can change is to make the ground sink down, add water currents, and make it form a quagmire.

And this is not unbreakable.

Sure enough, the next moment Zhan Feng ordered: "Detour!" ”

(End of chapter)