People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 160 Is it possible?

Raise the crossbow, aim at the enemy, and fire it out. Then you will see the enemy tremble and fall down.

Or maybe the enemy who was not hit in a vital part was still alive, but he would scream in pain because of the arrow wound.

Ma Yan had been fighting like this for a long time. He felt as if he had turned into a machine on the battlefield and could only repeat these actions.

Every time he aimed and fired, he could clearly see the reaction of the enemy. At the beginning, he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but after fighting for so long, he had gradually become numb.

The situation on the battlefield changed dynamically, and he followed closely the battle lines of the swordsmen, shieldmen and spearmen in front of him.

At this point his mind was actually blank. His eyes could only see the officers and soldiers in front of his comrades, and then he fought as usual.

The effect of strict and frequent training was evident. Under such circumstances, he was able to rely on his training memory to continuously perform his due duties as a crossbowman.

Ma Yan felt that he was lucky, at least the crossbowmen did not have to fight face to face with the enemy at the front.

He saw clearly that even if the comrades in front of him were wearing armor, they would inevitably be injured or even killed in a protracted battle. He was holding a crossbow and firing, and the combat distance was about ten steps, which was very close and relatively safe.

After fighting for so long, he had never even seen the enemy face to face. It was indeed because the veterans on the front line were too powerful that the enemy could not get in at all.

Ma Yan felt almost no guilt for shooting the enemy, as death was a common thing in this world.

Moreover, on weekdays, both the sergeant and the guard in the team will receive psychological guidance. Every soldier knows what he is fighting for and knows that in order to achieve the common ideal, they can only continue to destroy all enemies.

We must use the yellow torrent to cleanse the entire world, and then we can build a brand new world.

Thinking of this, Ma Yan retreated to the back and began to refill the quiver of the crossbow. Although it was a bit difficult to refill the crossbow with ten arrows at a time, long-term training made Ma Yan very familiar with the loading action and he could complete it quickly.

But at this critical juncture, the battle line ahead suddenly changed. There was a roar from the front, followed by a huge noisy sound from both sides of the battle.

Ma Yan was also stunned for a moment. He stopped loading and looked forward. This look made his heart jump out.

The battle line of our side, which had been very stable just now, was suddenly torn into pieces. It was a fierce general in silver armor who led hundreds of warriors to break through the defense of our side. These warriors were also wearing heavy armor and were not at all inferior to the Yellow Turbans.

The Yellow Turbans on the front line immediately began to reorganize their formation. The Yellow Turban officer gave orders while roaring madly, but the next moment, a silver light flashed, and the fierce general's spear pierced through the Yellow Turban officer's neck.

Everything happened in a flash. Before Ma Yan even had time to react, this group of people had already rushed into the defense line.

What was terrifying was that the silver-armored general, who was charging like a ferocious beast, was leading his men in the direction of his place. It was only about twenty steps away, and in the blink of an eye he had arrived at Ma Yan's face.

When the silver spear as fast as lightning rushed towards Ma Yan's face, there was only one thought in his blank mind.

There is only one more round left to be loaded, and then I can shoot this guy to death!

But before he could press the arrow in with his finger, the silver tip of the gun had already rapidly enlarged in his field of vision, and he could even sense some breath of death.

It was too fast, faster than Ma Yan could think. The fierce momentum of the person who came made Ma Yan's body stiffen.

He had always shot enemies from a distance with a crossbow, but this seemed to be the first time that he had engaged in a close combat with the enemy. Only at this time did Ma Yan experience the complete battlefield. However, this first time of facing the enemy head-on was too much of a test for him.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out and knocked Ma Yan to the ground before he was shot, narrowly escaping the fatal disaster.

Ma Yan woke up as if from a dream, and when he came to his senses, he found that it was the sergeant who saved him.

Fortunately, the fierce general was entangled by other comrades at this time and it was difficult to pursue him for a while, so the two of them had a chance to catch their breath.

"Are you a fool? I told you so many times during training that you should use a knife in close combat. Is the knife on your waist just for show?" The sergeant's face turned red with anger. Although the situation was urgent, he did not forget to curse first: "Even if you want to use a crossbow, you don't have to load it with arrows."

This scolding was like a wake-up call, and Ma Yan really wanted to slap himself twice.

I actually made such a low-level mistake. It really makes me feel so sorry for all the hard training I put in!
However, when the moment really came, he forgot everything in his mind and only knew to mechanically complete the task, so that he almost died on the spot. Thinking about it now, Ma Yan felt a chill on his back.

Everything will only take a few breaths of time. After the sergeant finished speaking, he climbed up, holding the ring-handled sword and ready to continue fighting, but he still turned his head and continued to give instructions.

"Wake up, kid. We are on the battlefield now. I can save you next time."

The sergeant's unpleasant voice stopped abruptly, and Ma Yan's eyes widened instantly. He only saw a silver spear suddenly stabbed out from the sergeant's chest and abdomen, and then quickly pulled back.

The sergeant lay limp on the ground, blood immediately gushing out, no matter how hard he tried to cover it with his hands, he couldn't. Ma Yan felt his scalp bursting, and he shouted "sergeant" and was about to go over to save him, but a tall figure had already rushed over with his men.

Ma Yan's eyes turned red. This time he finally stopped being stupid and suddenly pulled out the ring-handled sword from his waist.

Just a few steps away, the fierce general was leading his warriors to fight with several Yellow Turban soldiers. Relying on his powerful fighting skills, he managed to beat the Yellow Turbans so hard that they could not fight back. That was why he saw the opportunity and shot the sergeant with a casual shot.

The fierce general was fighting with someone when he suddenly heard movement from the back. He realized that new Yellow Turbans had joined the battle, so he turned around and fired his gun to attack them.

He didn't even need to look back to know that he had hit the person behind him accurately. The dull sound and the feedback from the hit told him this clearly, but when he wanted to pull back the spear, he couldn't pull it back.

Only then did he have to look back, and he saw a yellow turban with red eyes and blood at the corner of his mouth, holding the gun tightly, while the ring-handled knife in the other hand was already slashing towards him.

Under the blade, Gongsun Zan was forced to let go of his spear to avoid the attack.

What surprised him was that the opponent was able to block and fight back after taking the gunshot?
He had a clear understanding of his own strength. Such a blow was enough to knock an ordinary person to the ground, but the opponent managed to withstand it.

But this is not important. Without the spear, Gongsun Zan slowly drew out a sword and continued to stab at the Yellow Turban soldier.

He thought that the opponent would definitely dodge, and at that time he only needed to wield his sword to easily take the opponent's life. However, the opponent did not dodge until the sword stabbed him, but instead met the sword and chopped him down.

This time even Gongsun Zan was unable to react in time and could only try to move away, but the ring-handled sword still cut a large wound on his chest.

Gongsun Zan screamed in pain. Although the wound was not fatal, it made him extremely angry. He was determined to kill again with great pain and make the hateful Yellow Turban soldier pay the price.

But at this time, the situation on the battlefield changed dramatically again. The armored Yellow Turbans all around gathered together, forcing Gongsun Zan to fight and retreat.

He stepped back and took another look, and was shocked. It turned out that the Yellow Turbans had not used their full strength before, but had squeezed out a reserve army at this critical moment. The addition of the reserve army immediately reversed the situation, which was originally very dangerous for the Yellow Turbans.

What frightened him even more was that there were also loud shouts from the outer positions, which made him realize that the Yellow Turbans had retained more than one reserve army.

In desperation, he could only fight and retreat. He originally planned to attack the enemy camp with force, but the result proved that he was overthinking.

Not only was his chance to rush in blocked, but he was also seriously injured by a soldier.

Under the escort of the brave warriors around him, Gongsun Zan was eventually sent all the way back to the rear camp, and this decisive battle ended hastily between the two sides.

From the perspective of this battle, the officers and soldiers could not be said to have lost, it could only be said that they fought a draw with the Yellow Turbans. However, from the perspective of the entire war, they lost too thoroughly.

The battle slowly ended. Ma Yan covered his wound and crawled to the side of the sergeant with difficulty.

He saw that the sergeant had tried to save himself, but neither the medicine powder nor the cloth could stop his injuries. At this time, he was breathing in less than out.

Seeing Ma Yan coming, the sergeant used up his last bit of strength to look at him, then forced a smile.

"You are luckier than me. This isn't a fatal injury, so you can survive."

"Captain Wu, I'm sorry, I hurt you!"

Ma Yan's nose suddenly felt sore and he began to choke up. Although he was in great pain from two heavy blows from the fierce general, he completely ignored the pain and only felt endless guilt in his heart.

If I hadn't done something stupid on the battlefield, I wouldn't have implicated the sergeant.

The sergeant wanted to say something more, but seemed to feel that he did not have much time left. In the end, he could only take out something from his arms with great effort. It turned out to be the learning material he was using.

But at this time the textbooks were already stained with blood, which made him feel helpless.

"I can't be your introducer anymore. Take this and study hard. One day you will be able to join the sect."

Looking at the blood-stained book stuffed into his hands, Ma Yan's tears fell like balls.

The sergeant lay on his back, looking up at the sky. His eyes gradually became unfocused, but his expression was full of regret. His voice became weaker and weaker as he spoke.

"What a pity, what a pity that I can't walk the rest of the way. You can continue walking for me. In the future, we will follow the leader to rescue all the people in the world. What a wonderful world it will be then.

We can achieve it, we can definitely achieve it.”

(End of this chapter)