"Miracle?" Zhang Fan's eyes froze, a smile crossed the corners of his mouth, and it was only at this moment that he showed his tiredness, and he seemed a little panting, obviously having just experienced a long-distance attack: "Miracles are all created by people!" ”

No one knows what he's talking about, no one knows where he gets his confidence, except for the more than 10,000 soldiers here!

A sneer also appeared on the faces of these people, they witnessed the many arrangements of their lord, and in addition to shock or shock in their hearts, they did not have the slightest worry, even a little ......

I can't bear it!

That's right, I just can't bear it!

With an army of 10,000 against 2 million enemy troops, it is really incomprehensible and full of doubts.

But now no one will pay attention to them, Wang Dang's self-confidence has exploded, two million military strength makes him have no scruples, and now the whole army is pressing, and he will tear up the enemy blocking him with a strong military advantage, and kill him to the scum!

The boundless sea of people poured in, and although they relied on it in their hearts, the soldiers could not help but sweat in their palms, and the shield infantry used force in their hands, holding the huge shield on their shoulders, and their bodies squatted lower, while the pikemen stretched their spears out of the gaps in their shields, forming a barbed steel defensive wall, which was daunting.

In the center of the defensive array, the Tiger Guards and the Lion Spear Army stood solemnly, with a murderous aura, as if they had walked out of the sea of corpses and blood, and beside them stood the two generals Yan Liangwen and Chou, staring coldly at the surging enemy army in front of them, as if looking at a pile of grass mustard, a group of dead corpses.

Zhao Fu's heart was a little depressed, his hand hung in the air, and he ordered the archers to attack just as soon as the enemy entered the range, but he was hesitating, but was interrupted by Zhang Fan's wave.

"Wait!"

"Wait?" Zhao Fu's face was bitter, although he was full of confidence in this battle and knew the many arrangements of the lord, but it was one thing to know, and it was another thing to do it now!

Even a warrior who sees death as if he were at home will have a heartfelt fear before facing death, which is inevitable and unbearable.

The dense Yellow Turban Army merged into a yellow ocean, the waves were higher than the sky, and the power shook the heavens and the earth, surging towards where Zhang Fan was!

1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters......

Getting closer and closer, more and more depressing, like dark clouds crushing the city, like the sky and the earth cracking, making people collapse, desperate, the Yellow Turban Army rushed over frantically, they waved the swords in their hands, although the shouting and killing sound in their mouths was not neat, but the sound of gathering could almost pierce the sky and the earth, deafening!

The shield infantry felt that the earth was trembling, as the first type of soldier, they also had a faint feeling in their hearts, two people secretly looked up, and suddenly their eyes widened, the Yellow Turban Army came from the sky, this number is so terrifying, so that every step can cause the earth to shake, this is the power of destroying the world!

The two of them felt a chill in their hearts, but when they looked back again, they saw that the lord's face was still filled with that indifferent confident smile, which made them warm all over their bodies and their hearts settled, and they suddenly sank down again, and their arms were even harder, and the shield was firmly propped up.

The archers stretched out their bows and arrows, ready to attack at any time, they looked up and squinted, forcing themselves not to look at the enemy army in front of them, so that they could be more calm, just waiting for the command to attack, and then ten thousand arrows were fired!

This is only a very short time, but time seems to stop at this moment, the wind and clouds have stopped, everyone forgot to breathe, and what they are waiting for is just that simple instruction, from Zhang Fan!

400 meters, 350 meters......

Time passed in a flash, the enemy army was coming in an instant, even Yan Liang and Wen Chou clenched the big knife in their hands, the big knife rotated slightly in their hands, leaving a circular deep pit on the hard sand and stone, and the white smoke and dust rose up, and it slowly dissipated in mid-air, invisible and silent......

Zhao Fu stared at Zhang Fan's every move, the hustle and bustle of the battlefield lost its due meaning, he only had Zhang Fan in his eyes, he only heard Zhang Fan in his ears, and he only thought of Zhang Fan in his heart!

300 meters, 200 meters......

Finally, the smile on Zhang Fan's face turned so rich that he couldn't dissolve the cold, and he finally gave the order: "Archer, shoot indiscriminately!" ”

This voice was really not loud for the Yellow Turban Army's shouting and killing in the sky, but Zhao Fu, who had been waiting for a long time, still heard it very clearly, he didn't have time to think, he just yelled wildly: "Shoot randomly!" Intermediate archers shoot indiscriminately, and junior archers shoot closely! ”

"Buzz ......"

It's the sound of a bowstring fluttering.

"Woohoo......"

It's the sound of an arrow breaking through the air!

"Ahh

This is the terrible roar of the Yellow Turbans!

The rain of arrows soared into the air and fell straight down, drawing a very simple arc, this is the trajectory of death, with greetings from the depths of hell, seducing the soul!

The Yellow Turban Army was only wearing coarse cloth clothes, not even cloth armor, how could they resist the invasion of the archers led by Zhao Fu?

As soon as the random shot comes out, who will compete?

The Yellow Turbans poured in, fell, surged again, and fell again, and in the time of the three attacks of indiscriminate shooting, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops bowed their heads and piled up a long wall of corpses at the mouth of the valley, separating the two armies.

After the random shooting, the intermediate archers fell into a short interval of attack, Zhao Fu did not stop, he commanded the team of junior archers to launch a volley, 4,000 arrows shot six or seven thousand people into hedgehogs, nailed to the spot!

"Shhh Wang Dang saw this scene clearly, and couldn't help but gasp, he thought that he had overestimated the attack power of the opponent's archers, but he didn't expect that the opponent's ability was far above his own estimate!

A rain of arrows hit, and the middle one died immediately, unreasonable, arrogant and domineering!

This is the explosive power of ruin, not to mention that these Yellow Turban Army under his command cannot resist, even those regular troops who are heavily armed in the imperial court are probably not opponents!

"In my opinion, only Lord Qu Shuai's Yellow Turban Warrior can resist this Zhong domineering attack!" Wang Dang's words were a little unconfident, and it was difficult to hide the deep fear in his heart, and there was a faint hint of retreat.

Bullying the weak and fearing the hard is the inherent style of the Yellow Turban Army.

"No matter how strong the enemy army is, it is only 10,000 horses, and we have an army of 2 million, are we still afraid that he will not succeed?"

Tian Tong's words were agreed by several other Yellow Turban generals, and now the dead and wounded are all Cheng Yuanzhi's defeated soldiers who were contained last night, and there is not much damage to the ontological strength of these people, so they are not distressed, when they think of the possible benefits, they can't help but feel hot in their hearts, the most important thing for the Yellow Turban Army is the soldiers, what are you afraid of if you lose a little?

"But the defeated soldiers have cowered, so what can they do?" Wang Dang frowned.

"Death to those who retreat!"

Fan Yi sneered, he and several other generals stepped forward immediately, surrounded by thousands of personal soldiers, but if there was anyone in front of him who wanted to retreat and feared the battle, he would immediately slash it with a knife, and blood would be spilled on the spot!

This kind of action was very brutal, but it was undoubtedly effective, and the Yellow Turban Army in the front row immediately stopped retreating, and was forced to charge again, to break Zhang Fan's defense line!

Zhang Fan issued instructions in an orderly manner, in this case, the archers can shoot at will, and there is no need to aim at all, the Yellow Turban Army came densely, and fell densely, and there were only a handful of people who could break through this death journey, and even fewer who could come to the shield infantry.

The pikemen attacked decisively and killed these people on the spot, but as time passed, their pressure gradually increased, although the archers kept shooting, and even triggered the special effect of arrows many times, and the intermediate archers also launched a random shot again, but the Yellow Turban Army seemed to kill endlessly, and the momentum became more ferocious!

"It seems ......" Zhang Fan stared into the distance: "The enemy is about to completely enter the valley!" ”

Indeed, although the valley was large enough to accommodate all the Yellow Turban Army, it was still overcrowded, and the soldiers in the front row were rushed by the sea of people, and the momentum was almost irrepressible!

Tian Tong and Fan Yi were in front of the battle, and naturally saw this scene clearly, now the Yellow Turban Army in the front row has launched an attack on the enemy's shield infantry, although it is not possible to cause real damage for the time being, but I believe it is only a matter of time!

Zhao Yun and Yan Yang were also very anxious from a distance, they were in a high place, seeing that the Yellow Turban Army was densely packed throughout the canyon, while Zhang Fan's army was very weak in comparison, it looked like it was just a thin layer, and it could be broken and slaughtered at any time!

Zhao Yun wanted to attack, but Zhang Fan seemed to know what he was thinking, and immediately an order was sent, still one word, still that word:

"Wait!"

Rao is strong, calm and calm like Zhao Yun, at this time, he can't help but feel up and down in his heart, the situation in the field has been clear, even if his own lord is powerful, it is impossible to kill this bustling army of nearly two million yellow turbans!

It's almost impossible!

No, not almost!

It's impossible!

Just like Zhao Yun didn't think that he could defeat the two million Yellow Turban Army with more than 3,000 cavalry, although Zhang Fan was a little more numerous, with 10,000 horses, these people might not be as good as the combined brigade of Baima Yicong and Qiang cavalry as a whole, and they didn't have a speed advantage, so why should they eliminate these people?

Even Zhao Yun is not calm, it is his lord who is fighting bloodily below, the person he admires the most!

He had an urge to disobey the order to go to the rescue of the outlaw, and to rescue the lord from the war no matter what, but Zhang Fan sent three orders in a row, which made him stop the wildest impulse in his heart.

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

Zhao Yun raised his head and looked at the sky, now the sun is like fire, the earth is extremely hot, and his heart is also endlessly burning, now he forced himself not to look, forced himself to calm down.

Under the scorching sun, a wind blew slowly from the exit of the canyon, ruffling his hair and touching his heart.

"Huh?" His brows furrowed slightly, and thousands of doubts welled up in his heart: "What smell?" ”