The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in the back saw their companions who suddenly disappeared in front of them, and heard the terrible screams again, and subconsciously slowed down the pace of rushing forward. It is precisely because of this that when they came to the front of the deep ditch, when they looked down, they couldn't help but take a deep breath, and felt glad that they had slowed down and saved their lives.

No one could survive falling into such a deep ditch, and the dense and sharp wooden poles were like a forest of guns, without the sharp iron head of a spear, but the degree of cold was average. There may be lucky people who will not die at the first time they fall, but there are at least a few of so many tree poles that can stab other parts, and by then, they will not be far from death.

Such a vicious trap made the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army grit their teeth in anger, and they were a little helpless! Because it is so vicious, who would dig such a deep trench in their camp and place so many sharp poles at the bottom? Moreover, from the position where they had stood earlier, when they looked over, they did not notice anything unusual at all, and only when they really stood one or two meters away from the deep ditch could they find the deep ditch. But at that time, it was already too late, and the inertia of the forward rush made it impossible for them to stop easily, even if they could, but the soldiers behind did not know what was happening in front of them!

In a fast-running team, when the person at the front stops, the person behind stops again, and the person behind will take a few more steps forward due to inertia, and the same is true for the person further behind. In other words, whether the person at the front wants it or not, he is in a state where he is bound to take a few more steps forward. Here, of course, a few more steps would be tantamount to death. In fact, the reaction time of the human brain, that is, when dealing with any sudden accident, takes more than a second to run, so as to derive a response method and then implement it.

But here, no matter how fast you react and stop moving, the people behind you will still push you forward, that is, no matter how fast you react, it is useless. Therefore, there are many Yellow Turban soldiers who died at the hands of their own companions, and of course, there are also a small number of daredevils, and when they step out, it is impossible to retract their feet.

At the bottom of the deep ditch, the corpses of many Yellow Turban soldiers have appeared, and it is initially estimated that there are hundreds of corpses. The other soldiers who saw this scene were a little uncertain in their hearts, because they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy!

A moment later, someone suddenly shouted, "Avenge the brothers!" ”

"Revenge! Avenge! ”

The other soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army actually gave birth to a kind of hatred for the enemy at this moment, and their hatred for the Han soldiers was deeper, and the fighting spirit in their hearts was even higher. Several Yellow Turban soldiers took a few steps back, ran again, and jumped directly to the opposite side of the deep ditch three meters away.

"Fill the earth!" Zhou Li, the Yellow Turban general who led the raid, glanced at the deep ditch, and immediately had a plan in his heart, and immediately had a way to deal with it.

Don't look at his rough appearance, it is as cold as the word "strong" in his name, but it does not prevent him from being a delicate person. In fact, the Yellow Turban generals who can be sent out to lead the army alone will not be the kind of generals who only have the strength of a handle and are strong in martial arts.

Hearing the order, the Yellow Turban soldiers crouched down, grabbed handfuls of dirt from the ground, and threw them into the deep ditch. Thousands of people, each with a handful of dirt, just a few back and forth, forced to fill out a road.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in other directions saw the way of the soldiers under Zhou Li's command, and they all learned from each other and used local materials, which turned out to be a troublesome deep ditch, but it was completely crossed in the blink of an eye, and it could no longer form an obstacle.

"Kill!" The red-eyed soldiers shouted and continued to rush forward.

Just now, two or three hundred soldiers died in the deep ditch on the road led by Zhou Li alone, and the other roads were similar. Combined, there are almost a thousand people dead, and there are their friends and brothers in them, how can they not make the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army even more warlike?

Under the yellow sky, they are all brothers, there is no rich, no poverty and cheapness, and the world is the same. This is a sentence from the great sage and good teacher, which paints a very beautiful picture for them, and for so many days, they have also done the same, fighting together with the brothers who believe in each other's yellow sky!

"Plop." Suddenly, a soldier stepped on the air, and he thought it was solid ground, but as soon as he stepped on it, the ground sank, and his body fell involuntarily.

His chest was pierced by the pole, and his eyes as he looked up the pit were not closed, but widened in an unbelievable look. And there, the soldiers who followed the soldier also fell, and were also pierced by the tree pole, and they were connected together like sugar gourds.

Everywhere there were Yellow Turban soldiers who stepped into the air, and there were big pits everywhere, turning the entire interior of the Han army camp into a thousand holes. In these big pits, there are also a forest of guns, but they are more hidden, more ruthless than the deep ditch that appeared before, and they can't be found until the last moment.

"Damn it!" Zhou Li stood up violently, and the Yellow Turban soldier behind him bumped into Zhou Li headlong, but it was like hitting a wall, just shook slightly, and did not take half a step forward.

Looking at Zhou Li's gloomy face, the yellow turban soldier stretched out his head to look, and was suddenly stunned by a deep pit that appeared in front of him. Inside, there was also a soldier whose blood was gushing from his mouth from his feet to his head, and he was now dead. While being angry, the Yellow Turban soldier was also a little lucky, fortunately it was General Zhou in front of him, otherwise I was afraid that the two of them would fall into it if they were replaced by others, right?

People like Zhou Li are always in the minority, and if they can't react, they have already fallen directly into the pit and died through the body by sharp tree poles. What they reacted to was not that sudden sense of horror, what they carried was a kind of resentment towards their companions behind them! Because they've all stood still! It's just that as soon as he was hit by the soldiers who followed behind, he could no longer stand still, and he couldn't help but pounce forward. This flutter is the distance between life and death, and even to death they can't relieve this situation of being pushed forward from behind.

(End of chapter)