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86. The sky is full of arrow shadows, killing the enemy.

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    "Commander Qu is joking. Commander Qu has many soldiers, so why do you need me?" Han Yong bowed and said modestly. He had read a little before, so his speech naturally seemed more literary than Deng Mao and others.

    "You idiot." Deng Mao frowned and glanced at Han Yong with disdain. What he hated most was that Han Yong relied on his education and looked down on him before.

    Han Yong¡¯s expression changed. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head to prevent Deng Mao from seeing his expression.

    "Humph, Li Sangou, take a thousand yellow scarves and go see if Xiaoxingzhuang is really as powerful as the legend says." Deng Mao was bored when he saw Han Yong didn't speak, and ordered one of his men to lead the troops.  Go test the strength of Xiaoxing Village.

    "I have the order." The yellow scarf named Li Sangou showed excitement on his face, and he yelled and went out to gather people.

    Looking at Li Sangou's back as he walked out, Han Yong showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that Deng Mao also knew how to kill people with a borrowed knife. Li Sangou was originally Cheng Zhiyuan's subordinate and later turned to Deng Mao, but he was not very polite to Deng Mao on weekdays, so Deng Mao  Mao simply sent him to die.

    The recruitment of the Yellow Turban Army is very simple. They select young and middle-aged people from the common people who seek refuge or are coerced, let them prepare their own weapons, and then let them go to the battlefield.

    Li Sangou asked a few of his cronies to select people. Deng Mao said it was a thousand people, and he directly recruited more than two thousand people from the common people. However, Deng Mao did not care about these people. There were not many Yellow Turbans.  There are just so many people.  They don't care about how many of these cannon fodders die.

    Those who are chosen are excited, while those who are unwilling are numb. When their loved ones are threatened, they have no choice but to take up arms.

    After the selection was completed, Li Sangou set off with a noisy crowd of two thousand people.

    Li Sangou hid at the back of the team, letting his cronies mingle in the team, and kept driving people forward.

    Nearly a mile away, there was no response from the camp in the distance.

    Nearly half a mile away, still no response.

    After approaching 300 steps, we could already clearly see the situation inside the camp, but what was strange was that they still didn't make any reaction.

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

    "Haha, they were scared to death. Everyone speed up and kill them all." Li Sangou laughed loudly, and his voice spread throughout the team.

    "There's no movement?" The silence of Xiaoxingzhuang surprised Deng Mao, who was watching the game from behind.

    "Could they be frightened?" Deng Mao had only this guess after thinking about it.

    After another hundred steps forward, the people in Xiaoxingzhuang still didn¡¯t respond.  After listening to Li Sangou's words, most of the Yellow Turbans showed excitement on their faces, and even the numb people began to show expressions on their faces.

    "One hundred steps!" However, what they didn't know was that someone was constantly counting in the camp.

    "Get ready!" Zang Ba shouted, telling his men to get ready.

    "Ninety steps!"

    "Eighty steps!"

    "If I had known, I would have led people to charge forward. They made it clear that they would not fight."

    "Yeah, damn, Li Sangou is so lucky. He will be even more arrogant when he wins the battle." Seeing Li Sangou's people getting closer and closer to the camp, there was no movement at all in Xiaoxingzhuang.  The other generals of the Yellow Turban Army started talking one after another. They were full of jealousy about Li Sangou's good luck.

    However, before their discussion was over, something unexpected happened in the distance.

    "Seventy steps!"

    "put!"

    In an instant, the sky was filled with arrows and the whole sky darkened!

    The sky was full of arrows, covering the entire sky. In an instant, the sun and moon lost light, the sky was dark and the earth was dark. Li Sangou's expression changed from stunned to frightened and desperate.

    "Hide" He didn't finish shouting the word "hide". He threw himself to the ground first, threw away his weapon, and held his head like an ostrich, burying his head and not daring to look outside.

    "Whoosh" Liu Zhe provided the drawings, and Ma Jun led the manufacturing department to build the crossbow, which was named Jian Crossbow by Liu Zhe.  Meaning simple and lightweight, it can be fully operated by just one person.  Unlike the crossbow arrows used by the government, it is simple to operate and can be loaded quickly.  There are grooves carved into its trunk. After the crossbowman who operates it shoots an arrow, he only needs to pull the bow string to the back, put the bow and arrow in the groove, and pull the trigger again. It is very simple and fast.

    Through some means, I obtained a crossbow used by the government. Compared with the two, the simple crossbow can shoot eight to ten arrows per minute, which is more than half as efficient as the government crossbow.  In other words, the government's crossbow can shoot at most about four arrows per minute, which is much less efficient.

      Twelve hundred crossbowmen, except for two hundred who are traditional archers, the remaining one thousand are crossbowmen who use simple crossbows.

    Zangba's order was to shoot as fast as they could. The crossbowmen pulled the string and loaded the arrow, and they kept repeating this action. The Yellow Turbans who entered the strike range were densely packed. There was no need to aim, just load the arrow.  Just shoot.

    "Stop!" After a hundred breaths, Zang Ba shouted stop, and the crossbowmen stopped shooting one after another.

    The breath of the crossbowman does not fluctuate much. Another characteristic of the simple crossbow is that unlike the archers, they do not need strength to pull the bow to shoot. The only time they need to spend effort is to pull the string. This strength is not necessary for shooting.  Not worth mentioning for adults.

    And the lethality caused is terrifying!

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