I was the emperor in the Three Kingdoms

The calmness of the crossbowmen gave the illusion that the lethality of the battle they had just now was very small and not worth mentioning at all. But when they looked at the situation in front of them, everyone was stunned, dumbfounded, and shocked.

In front of them, Li Sangou's Yellow Turban Army was left standing, and the dense contingent of two thousand people was devastated. Dense arrows pierced their bodies, and they were all there, nailing them to the ground like nails.

Shot in the neck, shot in the chest, shot in the face... At this time, the Yellow Turban Army without exception, they all fell to the ground, and occasionally a few did not stop breathing, and their terrible howls echoed on the battlefield, adding a sense of hell on earth.

Two thousand people, almost forty thousand arrows, almost all of these two thousand people were wiped out, except for a few lucky ones who were not shot to death, the remaining yellow turbans left their lives here, and blood flowed out, dyeing the entire ground red.

As for the leader Li Sangou this time, he lay on the ground and hid, and also did not escape this calamity, several arrows fell from the sky and stuck in his back, he didn't even say a word, and died like this.

"This..." Deng Mao and his group were stunned, the previous few yellow turban generals who were jealous of Li Sangou's good luck, all of them were pale, their lips were trembling, at this moment they were glad in their hearts, glad that they did not have to lead troops up to attack Xiaoxingzhuang's camp.

Deng Mao's head was even blank, and Xiao Xingzhuang's arrow rain stunned him, and his brain had stopped thinking. Several crazy yellow turbans fled back and passed by him, but he still hadn't reacted.

Although two thousand people is not worth mentioning for hundreds of thousands of yellow scarves, even if two thousand people die a few times, they will not be able to get on the bones, but their destruction is a huge impact on Deng Mao and these people, and the mental blow is often more deadly than the physical blow of meat.

Han Yong also turned pale, he knew that Xiaoxingzhuang was very powerful, but he couldn't imagine that he would be so stakes, and he would reimburse two thousand people in one shot, and the extremely strong strength made his heart bristle, and he suddenly had an urge to turn around and run. He had a bad premonition that this time he was probably going to run away and wander again.

The gate of Xiaoxingzhuang opened, and infantry with large shields appeared, they took a defensive stance, and behind them a cavalry was gathering.

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

Deng Mao came back to his senses and quickly called his subordinates to prepare. And he turned the horse's head and led the man back.

The Yellow Turban Army began preparations chaotically, while Xiaoxingzhuang's side, under the leadership of Zangba, five hundred heavy cavalry had already assembled and rushed out of the camp with a boom.

The distance between the two armies is only about five miles, and the naked eye can see the other party's military formation.

This distance is not worth mentioning for the cavalry, but it allows the war horse to have enough place to run.

"Kill!" Zangba with his cavalry quickly rushed to the Yellow Turban Army.

The so-called defense of the Yellow Turban Army was useless in the face of the heavy cavalry, and the powerful impact made them scatter at once, like cutting wheat, the Yellow Turban Army fell one after another, falling in pieces. The black heavy cavalry was like a reaper of death, and countless yellow turbans fell under their charge.

The heavy cavalry, led by the Tibetan tyrants, rushed left and right, and no yellow turban could stop them in the slightest. The chaotic Yellow Turban Army scattered, and at first some Yellow Turbans wanted to stop the Tibetan tyrants, 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, when the Tibetan tyrant charged, they ran away, ran back with their cronies, left a group of yellow turbans belonging to cannon fodder in front, and ordered them to block the Tibetan tyrant.

In the end, the Tibetan tyrant took the initiative to collect the troops, and did not dare to enter with the team deep, although this time the charge caused huge casualties to the Yellow Turban Army, but their men were also injured a lot.

"Haha, hurry!" After the Tibetan tyrant who led the troops back to the camp dismounted, he laughed, and this battle made most of the depression in his heart.

A group of heavy cavalry also dismounted, they were tired and sweaty, but the expressions on their faces were like the Tibetan tyrants, very happy, this battle, they did not break a person, they killed several times their yellow turban.

"Damn, you guy, you have to go out too." Guan Hai was depressed, and he was ordered by Zangba to defend the camp and not be able to go out with the team to fight, which made him angry.

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

Xia Zhicai was also in a very good mood, and he said to the Tibetan tyrant: "Xuangao has worked hard, but now we have to be careful of the counterattack of the yellow turban." "

Zangba laughed and said: "So-and-so knows, it's a big deal to kill them again, let them know the strength of our Xiaoxingzhuang"

"Xuangao don't need to be anxious, I already have a plan, I can fight a battle!" Xia 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.