Deep ditches and traps constitute the double defense of the current Han army camp. I don't know when, the scope of the Han army camp expanded outward, and from the camp, there was also such an open space, above the open space, deep ditches vertical and horizontal, dividing the ground and cutting it into one square after another. Beneath the deep ditch, there are a forest of spears, all of which are cut from the trunks of small trees, and have been lightly treated and sharpened.

Don't look extremely rough, but when you rush out coldly and fall again, it is enough to kill people. Even though it looked like a child had used it as a tool for fighting on horseback, it had been strung through the chest like a sugar gourd on the head of the long toothpick.

This is visible, and what is not visible is the pit. Once you fall in, it is difficult to climb out again, and each pit is four or five meters deep, and the tree poles below are even denser. Those corpses with blood holes poked out of their bodies prove that they may be able to adjust their bodies at the first time they fall, and use this to avoid one tree pole, but there is no way to avoid the rest of the tree poles, and their bodies, limbs, and even their heads are all among the holes.

Before I saw any Han soldiers, there were already dead and wounded, which invisibly weakened the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers. They crossed the deep ditch and bypassed the pit, with a hint of urgency in their hearts, and there was a sudden anger in their eyes when they looked at the silhouette of the Han soldier looming in the thick fog.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were running quickly did not notice the abnormalities of those Han soldiers, they just thought that the other party had not yet discovered their whereabouts. But in this fog, in addition to not being able to see a piece in the distance, the sound can also be transmitted, but it can't be transmitted too far, but the few screams just now are enough for the Han soldiers to notice that something is wrong. What's more, there is also the previous round of arrow rain, which is a reminder of the coming attack of the Yellow Turban Army.

The figure in the eyes is just motionless, motionless. After the initial anger cooled, the Yellow Turban soldiers finally noticed that something was wrong, but their pace did not slow down, they had already rushed into the Han army camp, and easily retreated without seeing the enemy, what is this?

"Ahh My feet! Suddenly, the soldier reflexively jumped up, stood on one leg, hugged the other, and screamed in pain, his whole face distorted. The blood dripped uncontrollably from the soles of the foot he was holding, and a small round ball was attached to the bottom of the boot, and there were countless spikes on the ball, and the iron thorns pierced deep into the soles of his feet.

The pain was incomparable, the Yellow Turban soldier didn't know how to describe the pain, he didn't look at it carefully just now, he stepped on it violently, and this small ball with countless spikes was embedded in his feet. The whole soles of his feet were pierced, and it hurt his heart, especially when he crouched down, carefully took off his boots, and examined the soles of his feet, only to find that he couldn't do anything. The dense iron spikes barely left much room for him to take out the ball.

This shout was only the beginning, and as soon as the many Yellow Turban soldiers who had not paid attention to their feet stepped on these spiked round balls, they were almost instantly overwhelmed by the pain, and could no longer move on. Because the ball under your feet, a gentle touch will make it sink deeper into the wound, even ordinary walking can feel severe pain, only by getting this ball out can you continue to move forward.

It wasn't until they heard the screams of their comrades that many Yellow Turban soldiers subconsciously looked at it and found that on the road they were on, the open space was covered with countless small black balls. The sharp spikes on it, their ends glittering with cold light, had no doubt that they could pierce the soles of their boots with their feet.

Such insidiousness is unnoticeable, who would notice such a small hidden weapon in the process of running forward at extreme speed? Many of the Yellow Turban soldiers were shocked to realize that the ground was covered with such thorn balls only after the screams of their companions and the movement of falling to the ground.

After a pause, the Yellow Turban soldiers found that the road ahead was difficult, and in order to cross this section, they had to clear the thorn balls from the ground first. But it takes time, and what they lack most now is time, every minute and every second wasted will increase the reaction time for the Han army!

Zhou Li shouted, "Sweep away all the thorn balls on the ground!" ”

He didn't have a good way to move on if he cleared the spikes all over the ground to the side. As for the method of cleaning up, he didn't have a good choice, only this simple and slowest method.

The Yellow Turban soldiers along his way slowed their pace, their eyes widened, and as they walked, they used their weapons to remove the iron spike balls. Inevitably, their speed slowed down, from the original high-speed approach to the inside of the Han army camp, to now the speed has slowed down to a certain point.

"What's going on?" Zhang Bao frowned, there was no shouting of killing from the Han army camp, which made him extremely confused.

At the rate, the battle should have begun by now, but unfortunately the scene was very quiet. The only thing in Zhang Bao's ears was some screams and screams of pain, and there was no sound of shouting and fighting, which was really strange. Could it be that they have already succeeded in the surprise attack?

Frowning, Zhang Bao was thinking about when he wanted to put the cavalry in his hands into the battlefield. The light in Zhang Liang's hands next to him flickered, and his hands tore to the side, and the dense fog in the distance was suddenly torn apart, revealing the internal situation of the Han army camp in Qingming.

There, there was a dense array of arrow towers, and the archers on the arrow towers had a strange smile on their faces as soon as the fog lifted. They were waiting, and had been waiting for a long time, for the moment when the fog lifted.

They all set their eyes on the Yellow Turban soldiers who were very close, and the bows in their hands had already wound the arrows, and they shot out with a "whistling".

Exposed to the eyes of many Yellow Turban soldiers, there were also standing scarecrows, which were full of large and small feathered arrows. It was only then that they realized that these were not the enemies they had expected, but just scarecrows!

"The wind is howling!" When the Yellow Turban soldiers saw the scarecrow, the Han soldiers hiding behind the scarecrow were already dying, and the speed was like the wind, and even the Yellow Turban soldiers did not react.

(End of chapter)