The World of Yellow Sky

The Huns rolled up the riding bows in their hands and fired light arrows quickly. The dense and sharp light arrows shot down from the air like a torrential rain.

There were also screams in the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, but soon, a dense rain of arrows shot out from the formation of the Yellow Turban Army.

The Huns who were galloping in front of the formation immediately fell down a dozen people.

Most of the Huns only have fur clothing as protection, how can they block the powerful bows and crossbows of the Yellow Turban Army?

"Ugh——"

The horn sounded unique to the Huns.

Wang Qi, who was in the center of the military formation, looked forward with a solemn expression.

The Hun Hu cavalry in front of them are overwhelming.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble.

Even after going through the storm, Wang Qi still felt a little frightened.

Because of the sound of the horn, it indicated that the Xiongnu Huqi was about to launch a fourth wave of attack.

The carriage frame blocking the front of the Yellow Turban Army's military formation has been completely destroyed by the three waves of Hun cavalry who launched the attack before.

Without the cover of vehicles, the soldiers under his command can only use their flesh and blood to resist the impact of the Huns cavalry.

Wang Qi looked at the front with a serious expression, the Hun cavalry who attacked this time seemed to be a little different again.

"Ugh——"

The dull horn sounded suddenly, which was a signal for the Huns to attack the cavalry.

"kill!!!"

The howling wind sent the piercing Hun language into Wang Qi's ears.

"call out----"

"Crossbow string!!!"

Wang Qi roared loudly, his voice was already hoarse.

Hearing the familiar whistle, all the sergeants in the Yellow Turban Army's soldiers lined up and manipulated the crossbow in silence. All of them have gone through hundreds of drills, and they have even become muscle memory.

It is deeply engraved into their bones.

Even though the shock cavalry of the Huns was about to arrive, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army still did not panic at all. They lowered their heads, quickly pulled the crossbow string, opened the crossbow trigger, and then quickly took the crossbow arrows from the quiver at their waists and placed them on the crossbow. on the machine.

The soldiers in the front row had erected their tower shields and raised their halberds.

Under the cover of a large amount of arrow rain, the fierce Xiongnu assault cavalry rushed towards the Yellow Turban Army's formation without hesitation like a storm.

"call out----"

The crossbow was activated, and countless feathered arrows shot away rapidly, which slowed down the charge of the Huns cavalry.

But a few crossbow arrows were not enough to stop the Hun cavalry's charge.

"kill!!!"

Amid the furious roar of the Hun cavalry, the shock cavalry formation of the Huns slammed into the formation of the Yellow Turban Army.

There was a dull impact sound suddenly, and the cracking sounds of war horses and human bones intertwined in an instant.

Dozens of shock cavalry from the Huns rammed into the forest-like array of long halberds of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers.

There was a "pop" and "pop" sound when the sharp blade cut into the body, and it merged with the muffled sound of the heavy object hitting the tower shield.

The almost suicidal attack not only dealt a devastating blow to the shock cavalry of the Huns, but also almost killed and injured the soldiers at the forefront of the Yellow Turban Army's military formation.

But the offensive of the Huns to attack the cavalry did not stop because of the casualties of the front cavalry.

Amidst the continuous sound of horseshoes like a tide, more Huns shock cavalry charged in the second and third rows.

Wang Qi shouted angrily, commanded the soldiers loudly, and tried hard to stop the Huns who broke through the front line.

The Huns' cavalry became more and more crazy, which also cast a haze on Wang Qi's heart.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sharp sound.

"careful!"

There was a sudden shout from behind.

Wang Qi's heart throbbed suddenly, and at the moment of lightning, he sank suddenly.

A feathered arrow hit the yellow tassel on his helmet.

The huge force directly shot Wang Qi's helmet off his head.

Wang Qi looked back anxiously, and saw a group of Hun infantry holding sharp knives, all of them in armor and with loose hair behind the Huns charging cavalry in front of them.

"armor!"

The pupils in Wang Qi's eyes shrank suddenly, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

At this time, Chen Wu and Yang Mu had already picked up the Qu Yuan Shield and stood beside Wang Qi.

Beware of back arrows that come at any time.

The situation just now was too dangerous. If Wang Qi hadn't reacted in time, the feathered arrow would definitely hit Wang Qi's face directly.

The Huns lacked iron weapons and iron equipment, and those who could wear armor were often nobles and officers.

But the Xiongnu infantry in front of them are all wearing iron armor!

Just as Wang Qi dodged the feather arrow, several screams sounded from both sides at the same time.

Chapter 322 Bloody Battle Shuofang

Wang Qi's expression changed drastically.

He hurriedly turned his head to look to the right where the screams came from.

The scream came from the throat of a leader of the Yellow Turban Army on the right. His luck was not as good as Wang Qi, and the feather arrow directly hit his face.

Wang Qi's heart sank, and he looked to the right again.

Sure enough, in the military formation on the right, the Yellow Turban army leader who was familiar with him disappeared at this time, and the military formation was in chaos in an instant.

It seems that the team rate of the Yellow Turban Army is also bad luck.

The feathered arrows were shot from the formation of the Huns' infantry. Several Hun infantry archers in fur and leather armor stood in front of the formation of the infantry.

They drew their bows and set their arrows, even though the formation of the Yellow Turban Army was less than ten steps away, they still did not panic in the slightest, and still calmly aimed at their chosen prey.

"Strong Archer!"

Wang Qi's heart sank instantly.

It is well known that the Huns are good at archery.

It's just that because the Huns did not have the level of forging and tool making like the Hanting, most of the bows and arrows in the hands of the Huns were quite limited in lethality.

But nothing is absolute, although it is strictly forbidden to distribute weapons to tribes in the north.

However, the Huns still possessed some strong bows through various channels, either secretly trading, capturing, or making themselves.

And those strong bows are generally given to the elite shooters in the Xiongnu army.

And those Hun archers with strong bows are generally called "Hun strong archers".

Before going out of the fortress, the Fu Zhu of each unit and team tried their best to explain the situation in the Huns army, so that the soldiers in the subordinate teams could understand the dangers of the Huns, so as to facilitate their response.

But after all, there is still a lack of actual combat experience. No one thought that those strong archers of the Huns would hide behind the Huns' shock cavalry.

The moment the Xiongnu strong archers dissipated in front of the cavalry, they locked on the generals of the Yellow Turban Army who were directing the soldiers to counterattack.

Almost instantly, several teams fell under the arrows of the Xiongnu strong archers.

Even the Yellow Turban Army Marquis who had been in command of the army was also resentful at the scene of the five Hun strong archers shooting at the same time.

It was another command shouted in the Hun language.

The Xiongnu infantry who had been standing behind those strong archers had already raised their blunt weapons and rushed towards the chaotic formation of Yellow Turban soldiers who had lost their officers.

……

His left mustache is like dirt.

The place that was broken through was exactly the line he was defending.

He has not made any great achievements. The battle of Bachi Mountain was just a partial division to block Shangdang's reinforcements.

He guarded the inner city of Jinyang City, but his supervision was not good, which caused assassins to invade Jinyang City, assassinate Xu An, and even injured Liu Pi.

This time when he went out with the army, Zuo Miaozhangba held his breath, wanting to make contributions and clean up the mistakes he made in Jinyang City in one fell swoop.

But it was his defensive line that was breached first.

Zuo Miao Zhangba took off the double hammers from his shoulders and looked to the sides.

On both sides are his old brothers who followed him all the way from the northern part of the Taihang Mountains. These people have always followed him, no matter how difficult the time is.

"clank!"

There was a sound of drawing swords everywhere, and all the guards following Zuo Miaozhangba pulled out the Yanling swords around their waists.

There was no need for words, no need for Zuo Miao Zhangba to give orders, they had already tacitly agreed.

The Lord worries about the humiliation of his ministers, and the Lord humiliates his ministers to death.

Under the onslaught of the Xiongnu's elite infantry, the Yellow Turban soldiers in the front line were already in chaos, and many of them were defeated.

Zuo Miaozhangba clenched the double hammers in his hands, and issued several military orders.

The soldiers who sent the order galloped towards the two sides.

"Raise my banner!"

Zuo Mustache Zhangba swung his hammers, his face was almost red, he shouted angrily.

"Blow the whistle to let all soldiers know that my left mustache is here!"

Left Mustache Zhang Ba got off his horse, held the black hammer high in his right hand, and pressed forward violently.

Dozens of personal guards followed closely behind Zuo Mustache Zhang Ba, striding forward.

"call out----"

Accompanied by the sharp whistle, the flag of the khaki army Sima with a mustache on the left suddenly moved forward.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were retreating were all stagnant.

They all saw the tall military Sima banner.

Zuo Miaozhang Ba held a pair of hammers and walked at the forefront of the team.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who were retreating along the way, saw Zuo Miao Zhangba coming with a group of personal guards, and they all gave way.

The appearance of Zuo Miaozhangba, like a magic needle for calming the sea, calmed down all the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in an instant.

These soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were originally the elite selected by the various armies. Before that, they were repelled for a while because of the large-scale deaths of officers, but they had not yet reached the point of collapse.

At this time, seeing the main general of the headquarters go into battle in person, it was as if he had found the backbone.

"call out----"

The whistle sounded again and again, making everyone calm down even more.

Under the command of the personal guards sent by Zuo mustache Zhangba, a large number of soldiers regrouped under the banner of Zuo mustache Zhangba.

The Huns in front of them are getting closer and closer!

"kill!!!"

Zuo Miao Zhangba let out an angry roar, and suddenly jumped out of the crowd.

The Hun infantry who was still fighting at the front didn't have any chance to react at all. The black hammer in the left mustache and the right had already smashed his neck with the sound of the wind.

Before he could even let out a miserable howl, the pawn of the Huns had already fallen to the ground.

Two hurried Huns spoke, and just in front of Zuo Miaozhangba, the other two Huns' pawns had already reacted.

But the speed of Zhang Ba on the left was even faster, and the black hammer in his right was just around the corner, from bottom to top, and smashed the jaw of the Xiongnu infantry on the right with just one blow.