bookpower Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Between Li Zicheng talking to himself, Qi Lang led people to go deep alone.
Seeing this, the adjutant of the Yangzhou Army showed a sinister smile on his face.
There is no strategy and no tactics at all, and blindly reckless will only cost you your own life.
"Archers prepare!"
the adjutant drew his long sword at his waist and pointed in the
direction of Qi Lang's charge.
After Qi Lang entered the firing range, the adjutant gave an order.
"Shoot!"
a rain of arrows roared from the sky.
These soldiers were well-equipped and could shoot all the arrows in their quivers in thirty seconds.
Qi Lang, who was charging forward, watched the rain of arrows coming from the sky, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately grabbed the reins.
The next moment, the rain of arrows came as promised.
These soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army have no armor at all, and even the most basic shields are rare.
A round of arrows rained down, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed to the front were crucified to the ground.
Qi Lang escaped in time because he escaped.
In an instant, the blood gushing out of the earth stained the earth red.
Qi Lang looked at the scene in front of him, and a trace of fear suddenly rose in his heart.
But at this moment, he was no longer allowed to retreat, Qi Lang roared angrily.
"Kill them! Avenge the brothers!" Having
said that, Qi Lang no longer dared to rush to the forefront alone.
The rain of arrows just now had already scared him out.
The adjutant looked at the Yellow Turban Army who was not afraid of death and snorted coldly.
"The earth chicken and the tile dog dare to do it! The shield hand comes forward! The spearman is behind!" The
heavy shield stood in front of the Yellow Turbans, like a wall made of steel.
The two armies collided together, making a sound of swords clashing.
Qi Lang's Yellow Turban military weapons were all agricultural tools, and a small number of knives and guns were also rusty.
Cutting on the shield of the Yangzhou army can only leave a white mark.
And the spearmen, behind the shield bearers, reap the lives of the Yellow Turbans like hellish death.
Chaos and disorder, this is the state of the Yellow Turban Army.
The adjutant of the Yangzhou Army calmly faced the enemy, and the formation was constantly changing.
Although there were only more than 2,000 people, they were steadily pressing Qi Lang's 6,000 people.
The adjutant roared.
"Crescent Array!" The
two thousand Yangzhou troops immediately changed formations to form a crescent moon, and squeezed the foothold of the rushing Yellow Turban Army with their shields.
The Yellow Turban Army behind the unknown road is still rushing forward, which has caused a large number of Yellow Turban Army to be stopped by their own people.
Hesitating the continuous squeezing of the Yangzhou army, these Yellow Turban troops were surrounded like dumplings.
Qi Lang was even more besieged in the center.
Don't look at the number of them that there are still a lot left, but they can't break out of the Yangzhou army's breakthrough at all.
The adjutant looked at everything in front of him indifferently, there was never a word of mercy on the battlefield, and he said coldly with five fingers clenched into fists.
"Strangling!"
The entire battlefield has completely turned into a meat grinder, and the Yellow Turban Army is the meat filling.
Seeing the people around him keep falling, Qi Lang panicked.
He didn't expect these officers and soldiers to be so difficult to gnaw, and the weapons in their hands couldn't cause any damage to these armored officers and soldiers.
For these officers and men, the numerical superiority is nothing more than a matter of wielding a few more knives.
Like mowing grass, the Yellow Turbans kept falling.
A wave of fear instantly permeated the air.
Many of the Yellow Turbans knelt on the ground and threw away their weapons.
"Don't kill me
!" "I
don't want to die!" "I don't want to die!"
Even the leaders around Qi Lang were on their knees begging for mercy.
But what awaited them was only the merciless slashing of the Yangzhou army.
Li Zicheng, who was not far away, was sitting on a horse with a cold look in his eyes.
As long as he leads the army to raid now, he can immediately annihilate these Yangzhou troops by joining forces with Qi Langli.
But he chose to stand by and watch, because today he wanted to leave Qi Lang dead without a place to be buried.
Liu Zongmin stood aside and asked worriedly.
"Big brother, if Qi Lang is completely destroyed, I am afraid that these officers and soldiers will turn around and attack us. "
As the so-called lips die and teeth are cold, it doesn't matter if Qi Lang is dead.
But if his Yellow Turban Army dies together, it will be more than worth the loss,
Li Zicheng grabbed the reins and said slowly.
"The whole army is leaning forward, but no one is allowed to attack without my order, just make a show around. Liu
Zongmin, Gao Jie, and Li Guo immediately led the army to set off when they heard this.
Qi Lang, who was besieged in the center, was already desperate, but when he saw Li Zicheng's army approaching, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart,
"Brothers, Commander Li has come to save us! Everyone hold on!"
I saw him pick up a long fork and lead the army to break through in the direction of Li Zicheng.
However, no matter how hard he fights, he will never be able to break through.
And at this moment, Qi Lang found that Li Zicheng's army only dared to wander around the periphery, and had no intention of rescuing him at all.
It's even like watching him hilarious.
At this moment, Qi Lang seemed to think of something, he recalled the cold eyes that Li Zicheng looked at him before, and at this moment he understood no matter how stupid he was, this was all a trap set by Li Zicheng himself.
At this thought, Qi Lang was furious.
"Li Zicheng, you son of a bitch! dare to calculate Lao Tzu!" Qi
Lang roared angrily in the direction of Li Zicheng while fighting hard.
However, only Li Zicheng's cold face greeted him.
At this moment, he seemed to understand everything, and he also knew his fate.
At this thought, Qi Lang laughed wildly.
He raised the fork in his hand and pointed at Li Zicheng, and said with a hideous smile.
"The most regrettable thing Lao Tzu has done in his life is that he didn't sleep with your woman for a few more nights, and that taste Lao Tzu still has an aftertaste!"
Qi Lang's words completely angered Li Zicheng, this man who had not had a trace of waves on his face from beginning to end, finally revealed his minions.
"Bring the bow!" Liu
Zongmin was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly said.
"Big brother, don't shoot Qu Shuai in public!"
However, at this moment, Li Zicheng had already lost his mind, and he yelled at Liu Zongmin again.
"I'll let you bring the bow!" Liu
Zongmin couldn't persuade Li Zicheng, so he could only signal his subordinates to do what he said.
A bow was handed over to Li Zicheng.
I saw Li Zicheng stretching his bow and arrows, aiming in the direction of Qi Lang.
Seeing this, Qi Lang was still arrogant, and his mouth was still spewing foul language.
Both horizontally and vertically are dead, and Qi Lang must at least let out the evil anger in his heart before he dies.
Moreover, Li Zicheng shot himself in front of so many people, which was a great crime in the Yellow Turban Army.
Qi Lang laughed loudly.
"Although I die today, I won't let you have a good time!" Hahahaha!"
In an instant, Qi Lang's laughter came to an abrupt end.
Under the gaze of the remaining Yellow Turban Army, Qi Lang's huge body slowly fell.
Li Zicheng's arrow hit the center of his eyebrows.