"Anyone else alive? Little four, you go and take a look. Although Yang Qi had been frightened by the low level of the javelin, when he heard that there were still people alive, in order not to damage his image in front of his subordinates, and in order not to let his soldiers chill, Yang Qi had to send someone to check it. Of course, this person is not himself, and even if he dies, there will be no damage.

"No." Despite the boss's reluctance, the Yellow Turbans who were ordered still chose to take a look, and then the Yellow Turbans walked forward cautiously.

"Brother, don't learn from other people's rebellion in the next life." A light sigh came from the forest, and then before the Yellow Turban Army who was named by Yang Qi to see it came back to his senses, three iron bolts shot out of the forest, one aimed directly at the surviving Yellow Turban sergeant, and the other two shot towards Yang Qi.

"Ahh

"Ding."

The surviving Yellow Turban sergeant let out a scream, but there was a hint of relief in the middle, because the feeling of not dying was pierced by a sharp javelin was painful. With a trace of remembrance of the world, this Yellow Turban Army died with a smile, maybe it's better not to be a thief in the next life!

Yang Qi waved the spear in his hand again, but this time it was really sudden, one iron arrow was dodged by Yang Qi, and the other hit Yang Qi's left shoulder, and the pain from the shoulder almost made Yang Qi faint.

"General." When Yang Qi's soldiers saw that Yang Qi was injured, they immediately surrounded Yang Qi in the middle, pulled out all the weapons in their hands, and guarded carefully.

"Blow the horn, order a company to attack quickly, a company of crossbows to snipe the enemy in the rear, and a throwing company to assist from the side, today I will leave these hundreds of Yellow Turban troops here." Zhou Jian looked at Yang Qi, who was guarded by the soldiers, and said expressionlessly.

"Whew."

"Whew."

"Bang." Twenty-four shields met in groups of six, and soon again formed a wall of four shields. Then six pikemen followed behind the shield wall and raised their spears, and Sun Chengzong held the five-ring broadsword in his hand and commanded at the back of the soldiers. This is not because he Sun Chengzong is afraid, but because of the constraints of military regulations, Sun Chengzong can't do anything about it.

"Step by step, power oppression." Sun Chengzong shouted loudly.

"Dah."

"Dah."

The crisp sound sounded, this is the sound of the rabbit skin boots unique to the Le'an army, and the Le'an sergeant walked slowly towards the bottom of the mountain in unison after receiving Sun Chengzong's order, the weapons in his hands were raised flat, and his steps were generous. Every soldier's footsteps are stepping out at the same time and landing at the same time.

Each soldier's waist was straight, and his eyes looked straight ahead like an iron warrior, with an indomitable momentum. This momentum may not have been noticed by few people at the beginning, but as time went by, this momentum became bigger and bigger, and everyone who faced him would feel a strong suffocation and slaughter.

This momentum is like Mount Tai pressing the top, indomitable, full of domineering.

The so-called momentum oppression is actually a spiritual attack method, and the Le'an army uses this neat step to accumulate a lot of momentum, just like overwhelming the mountains and seas, so that the enemy thinks that the other party is invincible, so that the enemy is afraid, and there is a certain chance that the enemy will flee without attacking.

The domineering momentum made time seem to stand still at this moment, and the Yellow Turban Army seemed to have forgotten to retreat, and they stared at the army in front of them, their eyes exuding fear. It can be seen that the Yellow Turban Army's psychological defense line has reached the edge of vulnerability, and many of them have already had the idea of escaping, and the Yellow Turban Army has a thought in their hearts, the army in front of them is not something we can match.

Escaping may be the only option.

"Brothers, the enemy wants to leave us all here, with enemy troops in front and deadly repeaters in the back. Rushing is also death, retreating is also death, horizontal and vertical is death, it is better to rush up and fight with the enemy, how many pages can pull a cushion. If he doesn't let us get better, can we make them better? Yang Qi's words carried a hint of determination, Yang Qi's face became a little under the pressure of Le Anjun's step-by-step, but this situation did not last long, but Yang Qi's face was a crazy look.

There was only one thought in Yang Qi's mind, fight.

"Kill." Yang Qi's demagogy was very successful, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army rose suddenly, and in the case of having an enemy in front of him, the Yellow Turban Army broke out with a strong sense of survival, and for a time all the Yellow Turban Army fell into a state of madness, anyway, it was dead, it was better to pull a few people to be buried together.

The two armies fought together again, and the shield phalanx of the Le'an Army was set up again, but the difference from the last time was that this time the shield wall was not carried as dead as last time and let the Yellow Turban Army collide, and the shield of the Le'an Army continued to push forward, constantly narrowing the scope of the Yellow Turban Army's activities.

In this case, the scope of activity of the Yellow Turban Army is getting smaller and smaller, and there is no possibility of breaking through at all, Yang Qi is not Li Wei, and Yang Qi's force value is a little less than that of Li Wei. In addition to this, although Yang Qi is a little clever, it doesn't help this situation at all.

I had to watch the Le'an Army continue to compress, and the Yellow Turban Army, which was originally high morale, was once again like a rooster waiting to be slaughtered, hanging its head weakly, losing the courage to fight again, and its eyes also revealed despair.

Yang Qibu originally had dozens of archers, but after being surrounded by the Le'an army, he didn't even have a chance to resist before he was killed by the Le'an army's repeating crossbows. The result of dozens of floppy arrows was zero casualties among the Le'an army.

Without archers, many of the Yellow Turbans once again turned their minds to escaping. After all, the road ahead has been blocked, and although there are countless arrows in the back, there is still a chance to dodge this attack with a little luck.

With the lead, many Yellow Turban troops fled, and in the end, there was a big rout.

"Come back, come back, you bastards." Yang Qi shouted from behind, but few people were willing to deal with him, and now at this time, there were still a few people who were willing to listen to him, and his life was about to be lost.

In the face of the firing of one hundred and eight repeater crossbows (each crossbowman of the Le'an Army is equipped with three repeaters, an absolutely luxurious configuration), a dense line of fire is thus woven into a web of death. The corpses of the hundreds of corpses of the Yellow Turbans in the underground served as obstacles, and the Yellow Turbans outran their comrades and ushered in their deaths along the way.

(There is a recommendation next week, the scholar is working hard to save the manuscript, and the scholar hopes to see the enthusiasm of friends.) ）