The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 323 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.

Another Xiongnu infantry showed a fierce face, with angry eyes, raised the hammer in his hand high, and slammed it towards Zuo mustache Zhangba's face.

The left mustache was full of vicious looks, he raised his hammer and smashed it straight at the hammer of the Xiongnu infantry.

But listen to the sound of "clang".

The Xiongnu pawn's hands trembled, the hammer was dropped by Zuo Mustache Zhangba on the spot, and bright red blood flowed from his tiger's mouth.

"call out----"

An even louder whistle sounded from behind Zuo mustache Zhangba, and countless soldiers wrapped in yellow scarves rushed out from Zuo mustache Zhangba's side to meet the Xiongnu infantry who broke into the formation.

"Ugh——"

The horn of the Huns sounded.

The two thousand-length Hun banners also appeared in Zuo Mustache Zhangba's eyes.

They managed to open a gap and put in so many elites, so many strong shooters.

They were unwilling to give up so easily, and more Huns rushed into the formation.

The soldiers of both sides worked hard, and the field of Shuofang was like a huge flesh mill, rapidly consuming the lives of the soldiers of the Xiongnu and Yellow Turbans.

(End of this chapter)