"Phew."

Wei Liang tightened the reins of the horse, and the war horse under his crotch stopped instantly. He took a look at the Yellow Turban Army who was moving quickly in the mud, and said coldly.

"Dismount."

"No."

Pingshan Gang is a Jedi, and it is not easy to defend and attack, let alone charge cavalry. Looking at the extremely numerous and warless yellow scarves, Wei Liang's eyes flashed with contempt.

The Yellow Turban in this state, even without heavy cavalry, can be buried by even 10,000 light cavalry.

……

After experiencing the big water city, this yellow scarf is over. Zhao died in the fourth year, and there were many contradictions in the army. In addition, the merger of the party.

At this moment, 200,000 yellow scarves are a papier-mâché tiger. It is only superficial, but it is broken.

Wei Liang's eyes were like a tide, and they quickly stirred. Thinking of Ying Fei's attitude, his expression froze and said.

"Reload."

"No."

Three thousand Wei warriors did not immediately reload. Instead, it quickly approached the hill, looking for cover. After dozens of battles, Wei Wushu already knew the war by heart.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak."

……

Three thousand Wei warriors are loading crossbow arrows. In Wei Liang's eyes, a trace of worry was hidden in the deepest place. It turned its head to look behind him, calculating the distance.

This time, the dispatch was too hasty. The arrows carried by Wei Wushu were seriously insufficient, and they were only enough for two rounds of strafing at a full count.

Thirty-six thousand arrows, even if each one kills one. It's just a drop in the bucket, and it doesn't help the general trend.

And worst of all, due to the suddenness of the incident. For the sake of speed, Wei Wushu did not carry weapons of mass destruction at all.

Three thousand Wei Wushu, each with a Qin crossbow, twelve crossbow arrows, and an iron sword each, this is all the belongings of Wei Wushu's trip.

Once two rounds of rapid fire, 20,000 foot soldiers will not be able to catch up with the battlefield. The three thousand Wei warriors will be wrapped in dumplings by the Yellow Turban soldiers, and they will be exhausted bit by bit.

200,000 yellow scarves, delay can also drag Wei Liang to death. Wei Liang is very self-aware, although he has learned Wu Qi's art of war, and he has also obtained the training method of Wei Wushu, but he does not dare to compare with Wu Qi.

Ying Fei has no courage of Xiang Yu, and no benefit of Wu Qi. 3,000 faced 200,000, and the pressure in his heart was like a mountain, and he was about to lose his breath.

……

"There are few Han soldiers, brothers kill!"

Wang Dahu's eyes widened, and a fierce color swept by. His eyesight is also extraordinary, and he can see through Wei Wushu's shortcomings at a glance.

"Kill."

As soon as Wang Da moved, the 150,000 troops under his command quickly moved closer to Pingshangang. The weapons in his hands are mottled and have different styles.

"Kill all the dogs!"

At the same time, Sun Yi also shouted. Draw your iron sword and lead the army to attack.

"Kill."

The army shouted angrily, and the momentum was actually rising little by little. Covered in mud and weaponry. Such a group of mobs fell into Wei Liang's eyes, which made his heart terrified.

This originally funny scene, coupled with the dead eyes of the Taiping Daoists, is no longer funny.

On the contrary, a touch of sharpness is gathering. A touch of solemnity, a hopelessness slowly rose.

At this moment, the estrangement within the Yellow Turban soldiers seemed to have disappeared all at once. 260,000 yellow scarves, united as one.

The fire that was about to start, the accumulated anger, suddenly transferred to Wei Wushu. Unanimous to the outside world, the murderous spirit shot directly at the bullfight.

"Sss

Looking at the approaching, silent Yellow Turban Army. Wei Liang gasped, and his expression became extremely solemn. After a moment of hesitation, Wei Liang's eyes froze and no longer flickered.

Pingshan Gang, such a Jedi. Not to mention the 260,000 mobs, the scum with less than five combat power. Even if it is the elite of Great Qin, it will never give up.

"Poof."

Pulling out the iron sword, Wei Lianghu's eyes flashed, and he shouted, "Zuo Qu is ahead, ready to shoot."

"No."

A thousand Wei warriors shouted, and their strength penetrated the heavens and the earth. Wei Lianghu's eyes were cold, and he shouted vigorously.

"The middle song takes ten steps back and takes over the left song at any time."

"No."

"Boom, boom, boom."

……

Wei Wushu was highly disciplined, and with Wei Liang's order, Zhongqu quickly withdrew from the bunker and gave the place to Zuoqu. Glancing at the right song, Wei Liang's eyes shrank, and he shouted.

"The right song belongs, leaving three crossbow arrows, and the rest are handed over to the middle song, draw the sword out of the sheath, and prepare for a melee kill."

"No."

……

"Whoa."

The right song moved in response to the sound and unloaded the arrow in the Qin crossbow.

"Pong, pong, pong......"

At the same time, he drew his sword out of its sheath and stood in front of Wei Liang, waiting solemnly.

Three thousand Wei warriors, the number is too small, and it is simply not enough to launch a counterattack. In the face of the mighty yellow turban mob that surged like a hornet, Wei Liang could only arrange tactics like this.

……

This battle was not a war of annihilation.

As long as you hold the Pingshan Gang without losing it, and wait until the Yingfei army arrives, it will be a victory. It's just that Pingshan Gang is long and narrow, and the three thousand Wei Wushu are like a drop of water in the sea.

When you blend into it, you can't even tell the difference.

……

The coverage of 3,000 Wei warriors is simply not enough to cover the Yellow Turban mob. Under the arrows in the sky, a mob of yellow turbans will rush forward.

"Kill."

The Yellow Turban mob, quickly approaching. The shouting of killing was deafening, and its momentum was huge, sweeping the four fields of heaven and earth.

Wei Liang's eyes flashed, and the murderous intent condensed into substance. The iron sword pointed forward, shouted, and said.

"Shoot."

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

With a hook, six thousand crossbow arrows were fired continuously. The whole sky was obscured, and it was completely black. The fierce murderous aura soared into the sky.

"Poof."

"Poof."

"Poof."

……

The arrow castrated extremely quickly, like lightning, and pierced the body of the Yellow Turban mob at once.

"Plop."

"Plop."

"Plop."

……

Arrows were everywhere, and people were falling. The speed of the Yellow Turban mob was hindered.

His eyes flashed, Wei Liang had been listening to all directions and watching six ways. As soon as he saw that the yellow turban was blocked, the left curved arrow was exhausted. He shouted, and said.

"The middle song takes over from the left curve, and the left curve takes three steps back, and reloads on the spot."

"No."

The two songs move quickly, and the positions are replaced at once. Wei Liang's eyes were stunned, and he shouted.

"Shoot."

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

The Yellow Turban mob is not the Yellow Turban wrestler with Zhang Jiao. Its armor is insufficient, and even the whole army does not even have a set of armor that can be seen.

"Plop."

"Plop."

"Plop."

"Kill ......"

As soon as the shouts of killing reached his lips, he heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air. The Yellow Turban soldiers, looking at the earth-shattering blow, were all stunned all of a sudden.

A continuous stream of arrows, like a rainstorm. Horrific arrows rained down, killing life after life.

Along the way, the Yellow Turban soldiers suffered heavy casualties. On the ground, corpse after corpse was stacked, blood trickling.

This scene is extremely bloody.

"Whew."

With a deep breath, Wei Liang was stunned. Said: "Qu right and step forward, shoot its arrows."

"No."