New Story of Lv Bu

Just when Wu Ba was extremely upset, he could only hear a puff of arrows, and a dozen feather arrows seemed to shoot into the human body. At the moment the arrow was fired, three or five dead men with yellow scarves rushed forward, using their bodies to block the marksman's arrows for Wu Ba. "Boss, hurry up??? Go!" Several dead yellow scarves spit out blood from the corners of their mouths, exhausting their last strength, desperately supporting their bodies with their spears and ring swords in their hands, but they shook. After a few shakes, he finally collapsed.

Wu Ba is also an old fried dough stick that has experienced many battles. When he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, his huge body was like a big bird, flying from the west wall, three or four ups and downs, and landed on the edge of the city wall. Along the way, he was furious, the mountain knife in his hand opened wide, and he killed three or four Han Junjun soldiers in a row. Only then did his anger rest a bit, and the bad breath in his heart finally went out.

"The sword player is in front, the spearman is behind, protect Qu Shuai!" With a scream, dozens of vine player and spearman rushed forward, guarding Wu Ba tightly in the center. Just now Qu Shuai led more than a hundred dead men to charge to the death, and rushed to the front of the high officials of the Han army. It was only because the Han army had many strong bows and crossbows that the success was defeated. Never let Qu Shuai take risks this time!

As soon as Wu Ba's feet landed, he immediately turned around and carefully observed the battle. The walls were everywhere, corpses and blood, broken armor, stumps and broken arms, and broken weapons everywhere. There are still three or four thousand in the Yellow Turban Chuangzhuang living on the west wall, and they are fighting loudly and fighting with the Han army. Under the city wall, there is a steady stream of young people with yellow turbans ascending to the top of the city. "The sword is in front of you! Be careful of the bow of the Han army! Brothers, if you try harder, the Han army can't hold it anymore!"

Wu Ba was holding a mountain knife in his left hand and waving his right hand in the air, shouting loudly. His voice was extremely loud, like a muffled thunder in mid-air, and it exploded so much that people's eardrums hurt. "Nuo!" "Qu Shuai, you will always be good!" "Take down Yuanshi County, we will have a good meal!" The big bosses of Wu Ba's subordinates generally promised and rushed up with their subordinates.

The truth is that one person is desperate, ten people are hard to beat. This group of yellow scarfs is a begging army, to put it bluntly, they are all hungry people who can't survive. For them, a full meal is more effective than any country's righteousness. When I heard that I could have a full meal, my morale boosted. "Take down Yuanshi County, we have a good meal!" Thousands of young and middle-aged men in yellow turbans screamed, rushing up like thousands of tigers.

As soon as the Yellow Turban youths tried their best, the Han army couldn't stand it. Most of them lose out to civilians, and the largest war they have ever experienced is nothing but banditry. Where have you seen such a fierce assault? In an instant, dozens of people yelled, threw down their weapons, turned and ran. This time, the officers at all levels were prepared for a long time. The 100-refined steel ring in their hands was like a thunderbolt, and they were cut off head-on. In an instant, dozens of **** heads were cut off! "Those who cringe before the battle, kill without mercy!" The officers shouted in unison.

The **** heads finally stunned the swaying elements. To escape is to die, and to die in battle is to die, and there is a huge amount of compensation after the battle. Not only will there be nothing but the family will also be ashamed. "His grandma is a bear! Fight with the yellow scarf!" Dozens of old pawns were finally enraged. "His grandma is a bear! Fight with the yellow turban!" The Han army on the wall of the West City was enraged.

The Han army braved their courage and fought fiercely with the young yellow turbans who were desperate to survive. This time they had no choice.

The Yellow Turban Knife players rushed to the forefront. The knives in their hands were all kinds of swords. Only two to thirty percent of such sophisticated weapons as the ring head knife. Most of them are hatchets, machetes, ghost knives, and even There are sickles and axes. As for the shields, they are even less decent. Some of them are made of a few planks, and the shabby ones are half the door panels. Those holding the lid are considered well-equipped.

Compared with the tattered weapons, armor, and shields, the yellow turbans have a strong fighting will. They shouted tirelessly, waving the weapons in their hands again and again, rounding the heads and bodies of the Han army. Cut, as if they were struggling to loosen the ground with a hoe. This kind of headlessness and chaos without any moves made the Han Junjun soldiers very uncomfortable. Hey, man, this is a battle, a battlefield, do you understand? That master taught you martial arts? Isn't it the teacher's wife?

A Yellow Turban Knife player shouted and rushed forward, slammed the giant pot lid in his hand forward, and immediately smashed the two Han saber players on the opposite side. Boom boom boom! Three spears stabbed on the pot lid without any fancy, a huge force struck, and the yellow turban knife player was staggered and suddenly retreated. The yellow turban was immediately rushed up. Qing Zhuang squeezed up again.

At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, and subconsciously looked down, his two calves had been cut off by a sharp long knife. He couldn't help but let out a scream, and fell heavily to the ground. Following him, there was a huge shield that was split in half! Just as the Yellow Turban Knife player fell to the ground, more than a hundred people fell to the ground.

"Raise the knife!" "Chop!" A sturdy officer brandished a slender and sharp machete in his hand, coldly commanding. With the melodious command, a hundred Mo knives slashed with force, and a hundred yellow turbans were cut in half from head to toe. Before they lost consciousness, they vaguely saw two rows of clothed bodies. The sturdy man of A is coming from a pool of blood.

"Raise the sword!" "Split!" The leader of the team's voice was cold and melodious. Following his order, the hundred sword army took neat steps and strode forward. With each step, a hundred people were killed. Split into two pieces. "Archery! Shoot them to death!" Wu Ba shouted with raging anger in his eyes. Bow arrows, especially strong bows and hard crossbows, are the most strictly controlled strategic materials in this dynasty, and they cannot be obtained unless the wealthy businessmen are busy. In Wu Ba's army, there were only more than 1,000 crossbowmen, and they used them as treasures on weekdays, for fear that the loss would be too great. Now that the battle is in a critical situation, he can't take care of it, so he will stop this group of Han troops first.

"Bowmen! Shoot arrows!" With a loud shout, more than two hundred yellow-kerchief crossbowmen on Xicheng opened their bows and set arrows together, and the rain of arrows generally shot towards the army of a hundred swordsmen. Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! Dangdang! Dangdang! The army of one hundred swordsmen did not dodge or dodge, and still marched neatly towards the young and strong yellow turbans, letting the raindrop arrows fall on them. Strangely enough, none of the raindrop arrows were enough to break the armor, most of them were slid away by the mountain armor, and a few were hanging softly on the armor.

"Hey! Are these people invulnerable demons?" Someone in the Yellow Turban Youth finally exclaimed. "Raise the knife!" "Split!" The leader's voice rang again, and a hundred swords were raised again and chopped again, and a hundred people were chopped in half again from head to toe. "Brothers, the yellow turban can't hold it! Hurry up! Release the arrow!" A warrior veteran roared and pulled away the powerful crossbow in his hand, looking up to the sky at an angle of forty-five degrees. "Let the arrows!" A dense rain of arrows flew out.

The fighting will of the Han army is definitely not as good as the Yellow Turban, but there is one thing, the equipment is extremely sophisticated, and the crossbows in his hands are all strong bows. In this regard, Da Sima is the most willing to spend money. A burst of arrows poured out, like a pouring rain, and immediately shot down a large yellow towel. There was a sword in the front, and a strong bow and crossbow in the back. This time it was the turn of the yellow turban young men to be beaten up, and they generally receded in the tide. The arrow can't be shot through, and the light armor on his body can't hold the opponent's sharp saber. If he doesn't retreat, he will die.

At this moment, a burst of exclamation sounded from the southwest corner of Yuanshi County. Standing on a high place, Wang Ling observed carefully with clairvoyance, and saw that the Han army in the southwest corner spread out like the tide, exposing three crossbows mounted on the carriages. Master Jun Cheng was dressed in heavy armor--that is, the kind of heavy armor worn to the teeth worn by Mo Daojun--and he stood beside the car with enthusiasm, holding a wooden mallet in his hand.

"Yellow Turban grandchildren! Come and see the big guy I prepared for you, grandpa! Satisfaction for you at night!" As soon as he finished speaking, the small wooden hammer in the hands of Mr. Jun Cheng knocked on the machine, and the crossbow shot seven arrows. There was a loud noise, and seven arrows shot out suddenly. The two-foot-long Iron Arrow let out a stern whistle, and shot straight into the middle of the yellow turban, immediately splashed with a large shower of blood. Seven arrows, each of them resembling a string of candied haws, with three or five people strung on them, rushing in. Wherever they passed, they turned their horses on their backs, like the wind blowing rice waves, bringing down more than a thousand people, and the yellow turban formation suddenly became a mess.

"Let the arrows!" With the hammers of Master Jun Cheng's small wooden hammer, the three bed crossbows cycled back and forth, shooting hundreds of yellow turbans into a hornet's nest. The close-range attack of this round of bed crossbow became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. The young and strong yellow turbans finally collapsed. They rushed to the long ladder on the west wall like a tide, and uttered a miserable cry from their mouths, like monkeys. Usually slid down a long ladder. Seeing how his subordinates fled, Wu Ba sighed, twisted his waist, raised his legs, made a beautiful somersault, and put his hands on the wall, and the big bird generally fell under the city. "Guguan, wait, my Wu Ba will be back!"

However, after dozens of breaths of effort, thousands of young men with yellow turbans ran away cleanly, and in this boundless silence, the remaining thousands of county soldiers suddenly burst into cheers that resounded through the sky. "We won!" At first there were a few people, then hundreds, then thousands, and then the soldiers and civilians of the city cheered. "We won!"

Wang Ling slowly squatted down and lay in a pool of blood. Without the one-hundred pairs of Modao Army equipment that his grandfather had pressed, today would be the death anniversary of his old man. His grandma is a bear, and **** is still hot! "His grandmother is a bear! Wang Shijun, I am so addicted to killing today! I would rather be a centurion than a scholar!" Lord Jun Cheng roared like an old soldier.