"Shoot randomly!" Zhao Fu then roared, and after the melee class, the archers also vented their own anger, and the feather arrows pierced the sky, bringing a whining sound.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty thousand!

The middle and high-level archers threw out a total of 40,000 feather arrows in the three attacks that were fired indiscriminately, of course, because one of the attacks triggered the special effect of arrows, and Zhao Fu once again showed his strength, which was the most direct improvement to combat effectiveness, and it was a dazzling improvement!

Soon, the middle and high-level archers all stopped attacking, they moved their sore arms, trying to restore their shooting ability, and at this time, only the archers were still throwing a merciless rain of arrows, and the divine power was terrifying!

The Marksman's random shot can last five attacks, which is a fundamental advantage, enough to be proud of the world!

Three thousand, six thousand!

In a moment, it was really just a short moment, and the archer brigade threw out 46,000 feathered arrows, and the red damage numbers floated up one after another, as bright as blood droplets! -

9842！ -8521！ -5365！ -7561！ -5674！ -5412！

The third number is a little smaller, that's because the attack power is halved when the arrow burst effect is triggered, and the last two damage numbers are played by 3,000 marksmen, and their attack power is already unmatched in terms of quantity!

10,000 archers, one random shot, took more than 40,000 lives, this is a terrifying result, directly disintegrated all the attempts of the Yellow Turban Army, and gave them a bloody lesson!

The bowstring was still trembling, and the "buzzing" of arrows breaking through the air was still in my ears, and the scene was silent for a moment, and for a moment both sides stopped fighting and turned their eyes to the team of archers in the ranks!

Wang Ergou's heart was surging like fire, although his arm was still sore, and he was powerless to attack again in a short time, as long as he looked at the terrifying scene caused by himself and his comrades around him, he couldn't help but want to shout!

Here, we are the protagonists! Here, we are kings!

"Don't be afraid, the enemy archers have temporarily lost their ability to attack, take this opportunity to hurry!" The sound from the yellow turban camp interrupted Wang Ergou's thoughts, which made him frown, and he looked for it from a distance, and finally fixed his eyes on a middle-aged man with a mustache in the distance, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"When my next arrow is fired, it will be your death!"

He was confident and arrogant, and he couldn't believe that he was just a submissive, timid Yellow Turban pawn who was afraid of war!

Self-confidence is to be cultivated, and ability can also be cultivated, at least Wang Ergou and Li Dan and others are growing, from a yellow turban soldier to a junior archer, and then to the current intermediate archer, but they are still not satisfied, their goal is to become an archer, better serve the lord!

The Yellow Turban Army was in chaos and chaos, defeated again and again, the battle line shrank a lot, leaving behind a place of corpses, according to conservative estimates, the number of Yellow Turban soldiers who have died in the battle has exceeded 200,000 at least!

The corpse mountain is full of blood, and the smoke of gunpowder is cold everywhere!

The battle continues, the army formed by the players is indeed not comparable to the ordinary Yellow Turban Army, unlike the original union, now these players seem to be bought by some huge profit temptation, they are actually not afraid of death, more stubborn and powerful, when the soldiers are killed, they will even go up in person, which brings some obstacles to the progress of the army.

After all, as long as the player reaches the full level of thirty, his force value is at least thirty points, which is naturally much stronger than ordinary soldiers, of course, this strength is only purely in terms of attributes, after all, not every player has the potential to be a general, not every player can face the battle calmly, and not every player has the courage to swing a knife!

Those who are skilled in the ring have a good chance of winning, but on the battlefield, only those who are fierce and dare to fight will survive to the end!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Players may be in unbearable pain when they are slashed, and subconsciously begin to escape, but the soldiers are not necessarily, they are real soldiers, and they have long been accustomed to some injuries, and some crazy people's injuries can even increase their ferocity, making them more crazy and attacking more powerfully, at this time, it is useless for players to have an empty body of force, and there is a high chance that they will be killed!

This is not empty words, in fact, such a scene is being staged in the battlefield, Zhang Fan once saw a yellow turban player slash his own knife and axeman, but before he was happy, the knife and axe hand actually smiled fiercely, pulled the blade tightly with his hand, and did not let it pull out, before he died, he swung out an axe and pulled the player as a burial!

As the saying goes, if you punch the master to death, the strong are afraid of the Leng, the Leng, and the horizontal are especially afraid of dying!

How could players living in peacetime have the mentality of soldiers? They are strong, but they will never be the protagonists of war, they are destined to be only corpses lying on the ground!

"Resist, resist! Later, the Yellow Turban generals will come to support! As long as the Yellow Turban Lux arrives with him, no matter how strong the storm is, he can't resist it! ”

The middle-aged man with the eight-character beard was encouraging the army again, but this time he didn't have such good luck, as soon as he finished speaking, he was killed by a feather arrow, and Wang Ergou on the side put down the bow and arrow, touched his nose, and sneered: "Noise! ”

"The archers snipe the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, and the rest of the archers will be suppressed from a distance, giving priority to eliminating the enemy archers!"

Zhang Fan gave the order again, at this time the battle had entered the white-hot stage, although the Yellow Turban Army was still defending more than attacking, but gradually gained a firm foothold, after all, they occupied an absolute numerical advantage, almost inexhaustible.

"Shield infantry protect the archers and step up into the battlefield!"

There was an obvious movement in the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, and there were many shield infantry who raised their shields to protect the archers behind them and gradually approached the battlefield, as long as they entered the range of fire, they would not hesitate to launch an attack and kill the one in front of them!

"Turmoil, I think you have anything else to do? Today is your day of death! ”

"Noise!" Wang Ergou's eyes were horizontal, and he was stretching his bow and setting up an arrow, but he saw a feather arrow breaking out of the air, and directly nailed the unashamed yellow turban player to the ground, Wang Ergou couldn't help but be stunned, thinking to himself Who moved so fast? Looking up, I saw Zhang Fan wearing the Yellow Turban Rebellion suit, holding the Sky Wolf War Bow, with a sneer of contempt for all things on his face, and a slight fist in his right hand!

With such a light grip, Wang Ergou felt that the entire time and space had stopped, he knew what the meaning of this action was, and he also knew what terrifying things would happen next!

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded!