"Stand up and move forward." After Yang Qi led people into the avenue, he immediately ordered the sword and shield soldiers in front of him to erect their shields, although this advance was a little ugly and slow, but after all, he was safe.

Passing the Yellow Turban Army, which had been attacking before, Yang Qibu was at the forefront, so maybe it would attract some of the firepower of the earthlings, right? Yang Qi thought secretly in his heart.

But Yang Qi was a little stupid, because the Le'an army was like they didn't see their team of 800 people, and directly let them move forward freely. Of course, Yang Qi found that all the Le'an troops were attacking on both sides, so Yang Qi arranged the sword and shield soldiers on both sides to defend, but after doing all this, he was surprised to find that the Le'an army still refused to attack him. The plan to attract enemy fire seemed to be bankrupt.

The dense arrows kept pouring out, heading straight for the large army of the Yellow Turban Army, and they didn't care about Yang Qi's eight hundred people, because Yang Qi was not the dish of their crossbow troops.

The Yellow Turban Army's defenseless armor bloomed into blood lotuses under the powerful attack, and the blood intertwined in the air, converging into a river. From the foot of the mountain all the way up, the corpses were covered in the ground, and the land was completely red at this moment.

Every moment someone fell, but every moment there were people who continued to rush forward, and the Yellow Turban Army was like a puppet that was manipulated, only knowing the numb forward rush. One after the other, and then they fell in a pool of blood.

In this troubled world, no one can be soft, and whoever is soft will lose his own life. This is the rule of troubled times, the strong in troubled times are piled up by those ten thousand bones, if you want to live longer, you must face everything, including this killing. If you have compassion, maybe the next moment it will be your brother or yourself who will fall to the ground. It is possible that an old man who seems to be crumbling may become the end of your life.

The arrow was tilting wildly, and Zhou Jian closed his eyes in pain, but after a while, he opened them again. "This world is originally a world dominated by killing, if you want not to be killed by others, you must have the consciousness of killing others, and if you want to kill others, you must have the consciousness of being killed by others." A trace of fortitude flashed on Zhou Jian's face, and he looked at the battlefield with a somewhat hideous face.

This was Zhou Jian's first battle in this world, and it was also a one-sided slaughter war. He can't be soft-hearted, if he is soft-hearted, he will take the lives of his soldiers, which is not what he wants to see, so he must resist Yali, in order to let more soldiers live.

At this moment, Zhou Jian finally finished his nirvana from a scholar to a general.

"The archers knock out the enemy's repeater troops." Yang Qi looked at the woods on the left in surprise, through the sparse leaves, Yang Qi could clearly see that there were crossbow troops of the Le'an Army in the woods, and the enemy was only fifty meters away from his position, and these fifty meters were within the range of the archers at the same time.

(This book sets the range of the repeating crossbow to be 50 meters; The archer shoots seventy meters, the thrower a hundred paces; Catapult two hundred steps. ）

So Yang Qi chose to attack, and in Yang Qi's impression, the range of the archer was able to hit the enemy.

It's just that Yang Qi seems to have forgotten that the range of the archers in his memory is the range of the elite of the Han army and the elite archers of the former Heavenly Master Zhang Jiao and the current handsome Zhang Niujiao, and the attack distance of these archers is seventy meters and is easy to reach, because they are all elite people. Now these archers under the command of Yang Qi are the troops that the Yellow Turban Army has just trained, maybe they can increase the range to seventy meters, but then this accuracy is miserable.

Yang Qi gave the order, and his soldiers naturally carried it out, and the archers put their arrows on the strings one by one, and began to look for the enemy's position and aim under the protection of the sword and shield soldiers.

The Le'an Army in the woods naturally saw the Yellow Turban Army, and also knew that the Yellow Turban Army wanted to have a bow and arrow duel with their own side. In the woods on the left, there are only two crossbow squads, with a total of twenty-four people. These twenty-four people, led by their respective squad leaders, hid under the trees and used the trunks of the trees to hide.

In the face of the situation that the archers of the Yellow Turban Army were about to attack, the Le'an Army immediately divided a squad of soldiers to fight the enemy, while the other squad continued to massacre, of course, at this time, the firepower output of the Le'an Army was also in a balanced situation. There are twelve repeaters on one side, and they are very balanced.

The Le'an army is equipped with triple crossbows, and although the range is not as long as that of the archers, it is superior in attack power and penetrating power. In addition, the triple crossbow could be fired continuously, which to a certain extent saved the gap in the number of Le'an troops.

The Yellow Turban Army has a short training time, low combat effectiveness, and poor military literacy, while the Le'an Army has excellent equipment and favorable evasive terrain, so the Le'an Army does not show a trace of retreat in the face of the Yellow Turban Army's almost inviting battle situation.

The two sides exchanged two rounds of fire, resulting in 17 wounds and 8 deaths of the Yellow Turbans. And only two people in the Le'an Army were shot and injured by the Yellow Turban Army, and in the face of such a result, Yang Qi was often uncomfortable. Because after paying fifteen casualties, the enemy's firepower still did not weaken, and the Yellow Turban brothers who were trying to advance behind still could not take a single step. During this time, dozens more Yellow Turbans fell on the land.

A trace of fear finally appeared in Yang Qi's heart at this moment, how many arrows did the Le'an Army have? Judging from the results just now, the Le'an army has shot at least a thousand iron arrows at this moment, how many arrows do they still have? If it continues like this, the Yellow Turban Army will definitely not be able to bear it.

"Bang." Yang Qi subconsciously raised the spear in his hand, and a cold arrow was knocked to the ground by him. But before he could figure out the situation, two "dark clouds" rose in the sky. There was a flickering cold light below these two "dark clouds", and in the face of that point of light, Yang Qi thought of a legend about the Le'an Army.

"The sword and shield hand holds the shield and defends the sky." Yang Qi shouted hoarsely, his voice full of fear.

But it was already late, and by the time the Yellow Turbans reacted, the javelins were already approaching. Before the Yellow Turbans could lift their shields, the javelins had already made intimate contact with their bodies, without the slightest pause, directly through the Yellow Turbans' bodies.

Even though many of them reacted quickly, they couldn't avoid it, and in the face of the javelins with strong impact and covering a wide area, the Yellow Turban Army didn't want to dodge it, so many people had one idea The result was chaos on the scene, and in that narrow space, chaos could only bring more people into contact with death.

Eighty Yellow Turbans were killed by Javelins, twenty-seven Yellow Turbans were killed by crossbows that took advantage of the opportunity, and sixty of them archers died, and it was clear that the goal of the Le'an Army was to go towards the archers.

Yang Qi was horrified, what was the intention of Le Anjun to have such an idea? Yang Qi didn't dare to think about it, the only thing he wanted to do now was to escape, and this place couldn't be stayed.

The remaining Yellow Turbans also took two steps back with earthy faces, leaving hundreds of corpses of their companions on the ground. The eighty javelins that want to be set up in the sky made the Yellow Turban Army completely desperate, and they had always scoffed at this when they heard that the Le'an Army had this kind of killing weapon, and now the Yellow Turban Army was not only afraid, but also regretful.

The body of the eighty javelin was already stained with blood, and the tip of the javelin was the corpse of the Yellow Turbans, all of which had been pierced through the body, and the possibility of survival was not very high.

"Help me, I don't want to die." Suddenly, an extremely faint ** reached the ears of all the Yellow Turban Army, and he didn't know if it was his great luck or misfortune to survive under the blow of such a powerful javelin.