The calmness of the crossbowmen gave the illusion that their combat power just now was very small and not worth mentioning at all. However, when they saw the situation ahead, everyone was stunned, stunned, and shocked.

In front of them, there were not many Yellow Turban Army in Lisangou standing, and the densely packed team of two thousand people suffered a devastating blow. The densely packed arrows pierced into their bodies, with all kinds of positions, nailing them to the ground like nails.

Those who shot the neck, those who shot the chest, those who shot the face... Without exception, the Yellow Turban Army all fell to the ground. Occasionally, a few of them had not yet died. Their howlings echoed on the battlefield, adding a sense of hell on earth.

Two thousand people, almost forty thousand arrows, almost wiped out the two thousand people. Except for a few lucky ones who were not shot to death, the remaining Yellow Turbans left their lives here, blood flowing out, dyeing the entire ground red.

As for the leader Li Sangou this time, he lay on the ground and hid, and did not escape the disaster. Several arrows fell from the sky and inserted on his back. He didn't even say a word and died like this.

"This..." Deng Mao and his group were shocked. The previous few Yellow Turban generals jealous of Li Sangou's luck, all of them were pale and their lips were trembling. At this moment, they were very grateful that they did not have to lead their troops to attack the camp in Xiaoxingzhuang.

Deng Mao's head was even blank. The arrow rain in Xiaoxingzhuang scared him and his mind had stopped thinking. Several crazy yellow turbans escaped and passed by him, but he had not yet reacted.

Although the number of two thousand people is not worth mentioning for hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans. Even if two thousand people die a few more times, they will not be able to get their muscles, but their destruction is a huge impact on Deng Mao and others. The mental blow is often more deadly than the physical blows on the flesh.

Han Yong's face was also pale. He knew that Xiaoxingzhuang was very powerful in the morning, but he didn't expect that it would be so powerful. He reimbursed two thousand people in one shot. His extremely strong strength made him feel distressed. He suddenly had the urge to turn around and run away. He had a bad premonition, and this time he probably was going to run away again.

The gate of Xiaoxingzhuang opened, and infantry holding large shields appeared. They posed in defensive postures, and behind them there was a cavalry gathering.

There was a commotion on the Yellow Turban Army, and the people from Xiaoxingzhuang were going to take the opportunity to attack?

Deng Mao came to his senses and quickly called his subordinates to prepare. He turned his horse's head and took the people back.

The Yellow Turban Army began to prepare in chaos, and Xiaoxingzhuang, under the leadership of Tibetan Ba, five hundred cavalry had already assembled and rushed out of the camp with a rumbling sound.

The distance between the two armies is only about five miles, and the opponent's army can be seen with the naked eye.

This distance is not worth mentioning to the cavalry, but instead gives the war horses enough space to run.

"Kill!" The Tibetan ba and his cavalry rushed to the Yellow Turban Army quickly.

The Yellow Turban Army put out the so-called defense and had no effect in front of the heavy cavalry. The powerful impact force made them disperse at once. It was like cutting wheat. The Yellow Turban Army fell one after another, falling in pieces. The black heavy cavalry was like the god of death who harvested life, and countless yellow Turbans fell under their charge.

Under the leadership of the Tibetan Ba, the heavy cavalry were as if they were entering a no-man's realm, rushing left and right, and no Yellow Turban could stop them at all. The chaotic Yellow Turban Army ran around in scattered, and some Yellow Turbans wanted to stop them at first, but after being ruthlessly killed, no one dared to stop them. They could only scatter desperately, hoping that they could stay away from these killing gods.

As for Deng Mao and his group of people who were charging at the Tibetan throne, they ran away and ran back with their confidants, leaving the Yellow Turbans, who belonged to cannon fodder, in front, and ordered them to stop the Tibetan throne.

In the end, the Tibetan overlord took the initiative to withdraw his troops and did not dare to lead the team deep into it. Although this charge caused huge casualties to the Yellow Turban Army, their people were also injured.

"Haha, please feel free!" After the Zangba, who led his troops back to the camp, laughed loudly. This battle made him feel most of the depressed.

The heavy cavalry also dismounted one after another. They were all tired and sweating, but their expressions on their faces were as happy as Tibetan tyrants. In this battle, they killed several times the Yellow Turbans without losing a single person.

"Damn it, you guy, I'm going out too." Guan Hai was so depressed that he was ordered by the Tibetan to defend the camp by public and privately, and he was not allowed to go out to fight with the team, which made him very angry.

"Don't worry, it's your turn next time." Zangba was in a good mood, laughed haha, and patted Guan Hai's shoulder.

Xi Zhicai was in a very good mood, and he said to the Zangba: "Thank you for your hard work, but now we must be careful of the Yellow Turban counterattack."

The Tibetan Ba ​​laughed and said, "I know, at worst, I can kill them again to let them know the strength of our Xiaoxingzhuang."

"Xuan Gao, don't be impatient. I already have a plan. You can fight to determine the world!" Xi Zhicai looked at the Yellow Turban Army who was still in chaos in the distance, with a faint smile on his face and said confidently.
Chapter completed!