"Bell." Zhou Li's eyes widened, and the whole person retreated backwards.

His face was a little unsightly, his left arm holding the shield was numb, and his index finger was trembling faintly. He looked at the shield and found that there was a small depression on the surface of the shield, and at the very center point, the iron sheet at the depression was torn open by a small dot.

When he looked at Xiahoudun on the opposite side, Zhou Li was already extremely jealous, from just now to now, Xiahoudun's every move fell in his eyes. It is undeniable that Xiahoudun's every move has caused a huge impact on him, and even from the bottom of his heart, there is a trace of irrepressible fear.

Xiahoudun didn't choose to pursue when Zhou Li retreated, even if he chased him out and could kill Zhou Li. He is an integral part of the gun array, so at this time, he should do more to do the duty of an ordinary soldier than the duty that belongs to Xiahoudun. Even if he didn't kill the enemy general now, he didn't have half a regret, it was just a matter of time.

Looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers who were screaming on the ground and begging for help, and even the corpses of the soldiers who had died, Zhou Li suddenly felt that it was a mistake to come here. This gun array is like an insurmountable barrier, and here, in just two waves, more than two hundred soldiers have died.

from those traps. Looking at it now, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be caught in some strange circle. It was obviously a surprise attack, but every move was under the control of the other party, and even now, after seeing the Han soldiers, he didn't find any good way to kill or injure them.

Active? Zhou Li doesn't feel that this word belongs to him, from the beginning, to now, where do they have the initiative? All kinds of things are under the guidance of the other party, and now facing this gun array, it is a situation that has to be on.

I don't know how many soldiers' lives it will take to break this gun array. No, then why did they come to raid the Han army camp?

"Archers! Archer! Zhou Li shouted loudly, pointing his finger in the direction of the gun array.

"But, General, we still have brothers lying there!" A small boss asked.

Zhou Li suddenly grabbed the armor on the other party's neck, pulled it in front of him, looked at the latter with angry eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "They are almost dead!" Do you want more brothers to die? Listen to my military orders, salvo! ”

No matter how much he was unwilling, the little boss could only respond: "Yes!" ”

"Archers! Archer! ”

Four hundred Yellow Turban archers have been assembled, saying that they are archers, but in fact they are more like Yellow Turban soldiers who have temporarily picked up bows and arrows. Just before, they were still holding knives and guns, but after Zhou Li and the little leader called, they gathered together and took off the bow on their backs.

"Bell, damn it! What about the sword and shield soldiers? ”

"Bell." The sound of several metal collisions in succession was extremely crisp, and Zhou Li's voice was mixed in it. In just a few blows, his shield had already shielded him from four feathered arrows that were fired at him.

Looking around, the towers of the arrows stood in his field of vision, and the archers of the Han army were standing on top of the towers, constantly shooting arrows downward. A cry of pain appeared behind Zhou Li, and when he looked back, Zhou Li found that many of his archers had fallen to the ground. There are basically no dead archers who are not shot in fatal parts, but once they are injured, how can they maintain the accuracy of their arrows? I'm afraid that even drawing a bow is a daunting challenge.

The sound of the wind behind his ears suddenly rose, Zhou Li turned around, and the long knife in his hand swung in front of him a few times, blocking a few flying feather arrows.

At his urging, the sword and shield soldiers finally arrived in front of the archers, and used their shields to block the arrows that were shot by them. It's just that the archers on the Han army's arrow tower are condescending, and the suppression is everywhere, even with the addition of sword and shield soldiers, the pressure is only slightly weakened.

"Woohoo."

"Retreat!"

"Guard!"

Xiahoudun took a step back, and all the pikemen also stepped back. In an instant, beside them, passing by were the second row of sword and shield soldiers with a knife in one hand and a shield in the other.

"Boom." The shields fell, forming a row of shield walls. The whole ground shook in unison, as if to welcome them.

Then came the sound of a rain clicking. When the feather arrow hit the shield, the sound it made jumped and invisibly formed a strange song.

Only a very small number of unlucky soldiers were shot by arrows and were wounded, but not fatally.

"Royal!" Xiahoudun snorted softly.

All the pikemen stepped forward together, their spears piercing through the gaps between their shields, and their eyes could see through the small gaps, .n Seeing the entire battlefield. So what appeared in front of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, from the previous gun forest, to the shield wall just now, until now, it was actually a powerful fortress composed of the gun forest shield wall!

Zhou Li suddenly had an urge to vomit blood, he felt his heart twitch, and a pain came from the bottom of his heart. He really has no choice, such a shield wall, such a gun forest, almost a combination of offense and defense.

Looking at the other roads, they were more or less blocked, and the speed of progress was the same as the one he led, and it was also continuous for a while, and finally came to a complete standstill. If you want to count on them to break through and outflank the obstacles in front of you from the left and right, there is no possibility of half a point. If Zhou Li didn't guess wrong, they were now just like themselves, looking forward to rescue from other roads.

Xiahoudun looked ahead faintly, and could clearly see the current situation on the battlefield through the gap between the shields. Standing with the soldier next to him, he didn't feel any psychological discomfort.

He felt very good that he could be part of this array of guns with these soldiers, and that he had a faint sense of pride. This feeling is almost the same as the feeling he felt after rushing to kill on the battlefield and capturing the flag.

After all, one person rushes to kill with ordinary soldiers, and the result is mostly the same. This is the difference between him and his younger brother Xiahou Yuan, he prefers to lead the army to fight, while Xiahou Yuan likes to lead the army to charge and kill, and often forgets the soldiers behind him when he kills.

Quietly waiting, watching the movements of the Yellow Turban Bandits. The corners of Xiahoudun's mouth curled, revealing a cold smile, the reason why he chose to defend was because there was not enough time to attack. The reason why they didn't attack was to swallow all these Yellow Turban thieves!

(End of chapter)