I was the emperor in the Three Kingdoms

"Qu Shuai said and smiled, Qu Shuai has many generals under him, why should he use me." Han Yong bowed humbly and said that he had read a little book before, and he naturally seemed more literary than Deng Mao and them.

"Sour dog." Deng Mao frowned and glanced at Han Yong with disdain, what he hated the most was that Han Yong had read books and looked down on him before.

Han Yong's face changed, gritted his teeth, and lowered his head to prevent Deng Mao from seeing his expression.

"Hmph, Li Sangou, you take a thousand yellow scarves to see if Xiaoxingzhuang is really as powerful as the legend." Deng Mao saw that Han Yong did not speak, and was bored, and ordered a subordinate to take the centaurs to test Xiaoxingzhuang's strength.

"Ordered." The yellow towel named Li Sangou showed excitement on his face, and he shouted and went out to gather people.

Looking at the back of Li Sangou who went out, Han Yong showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, it seems that Deng Mao also knows how to borrow a knife to kill, Li Sangou was originally Cheng Zhiyuan's subordinate, and later defected to Deng Mao, but he was not very polite to Deng Mao on weekdays, so Deng Mao simply sent him to die.

The Yellow Turban Army selects people very simply, selects young and middle-aged people from among the people who have defected or been coerced, let them prepare their weapons, and then let them go to battle.

Li Sangou asked a few of his cronies to pick people, Deng Mao said that it was 1,000 people, and he directly pulled more than 2,000 people from the people, but these Deng Mao did not compare, the Yellow Turban Army was not much, there were many people. How much these cannon fodder dies they are not accounting and distressing.

The chosen ones are willingly full of excitement, those who are unwilling are numb, and they have to take up arms when their loved ones are threatened.

After the selection, Li Sangou set off with two thousand people who were chaotic.

Li Sangou hid at the back of the team, allowing his cronies to mix in the team, constantly driving people forward.

Approaching a mile, the camp in the distance did not react at all.

Nearly half a mile, still no response.

Approaching three hundred steps, they could already clearly see the situation inside the camp, but strangely, they still did not react.

They just stood behind the fence of the camp and watched them quietly.

"Haha, they are scared stupid, everyone speed up and kill them." Li Sangou laughed, and the voice spread throughout the team.

"No movement?" The quietness of Xiaoxingzhuang made Deng Mao, who was watching the battle from behind, feel strange.

"Are they scared?" Deng Mao's mind thought about it, and there was only this guess.

After another hundred steps, the people of Xiaoxingzhuang still did not respond. Most of the yellow turbans listened to Li Sangou's words, and their faces showed excitement, and even expressions began to appear on the faces of numb people.

"One hundred steps!" What they didn't know, however, was that there were constantly people reporting numbers in the camp.

"Ready!" The Tibetan tyrant shouted loudly and asked his subordinates to get ready.

"Ninety steps!"

"Eighty steps!"

"I knew I was going to rush up with someone. They made it clear that they would not fight. "

"Yes, damn it, Li Sangou's luck is so good, he will be more arrogant when he wins back." Seeing Li Sangou's people getting closer and closer to the camp, Xiaoxingzhuang did not move at all. The rest of the Yellow Turban Army generals began to talk about it, and they were full of jealousy of Li Sangou's good fortune.

However, before their discussion was over, there was a surprise in the distance.

"Seventy steps!"

"Put!"

In an instant, the sky was full of arrows, and the entire sky darkened!

The rain of arrows in the sky covered the entire sky, and for a moment the sun and moon were without light, and the sky was dark, and Li Sangou's expression changed from stunned to frightened and desperate.

"Dodge..." He did not finish shouting the two words of dodge, he himself was the first to throw himself on the ground, dropped his weapon, held his head, like an ostrich, buried his head, and did not dare to look outside.

"Swish..." The crossbow created by Liu Zhe and led by Ma Jun in the manufacturing department was named Jian Crossbow by Liu Zhe. Meaning simple and lightweight, it can be fully operated by just one person. Unlike the crossbow used by the government, it is simple to operate and quick to load. It has grooves engraved in its trunk, and after the crossbowman who operates it has finished shooting an arrow, just pull the bowstring to the back, put the bow and arrow in the groove, and hook the trigger again, which is very simple and fast.

Through some means, a crossbow used by the government was obtained, and compared with the two, the simple crossbow could shoot eight to ten arrows in one minute, which was more than half as efficient as the official crossbow. That is to say, the crossbow of the official government can shoot up to four arrows a minute, which is much less efficient.

Twelve hundred crossbowmen, except for two hundred who were traditional archers, the remaining one thousand were crossbowmen who used simple crossbows,

The order of the Tibetan tyrant is to shoot as fast as they can, the crossbowmen pull the string on the arrow, pull the string on the arrow, they keep repeating this action, the yellow turban army that enters the strike range is dense, no need to aim, shoot with good arrows.

"Stop!" After a hundred breaths, the Tibetan tyrant shouted to stop, and the crossbowmen stopped shooting.

The crossbowman's breathing does not fluctuate much, and another feature of the crossbow is that it is not like the archer, who needs strength to pull the bow and shoot, and the only thing they need to spend effort on is the little time when pulling the string, which is not worth mentioning for adults.

And the lethality caused is terrifying!