In fact, Lin Chuan didn't look down on Deng Mao without thinking.
In the current situation, Pei Yuanqing and the White Robe Army were waiting for fatigue, while the Yellow Turban Army was on an expedition. The difference between the two was huge.
Secondly, the White Robe Army was a Tier 3 army. They were already a crushing existence when facing a Tier 1 army, not to mention the infantrymen of a Tier 1 army. They really did not know how they would lose.
The situation was exactly as Lin Chuan had expected. The 10,000 Yellow Turban bandits surged up like a tide and surrounded the white-robed army in three layers, but was it useful?
Pei Yuanqing raised his twin hammers. After shaking away more than a dozen Yellow Turban thieves in front of him, he commanded the Earth-grabbing Tiger in one direction. The silver hammers opened up a path like a ferocious beast. Those Yellow Turban thieves who tried to resist all took out their spears.
Kacha! Kacha!
After a series of metal clashing sounds, their weapons shattered like scrap metal. Pei Yuanqing easily opened a gap in the encirclement of tens of thousands of people.
"Brothers, charge out!"
Even though the Yellow Turban bandits could not hurt the white-robed army if they were surrounded, their efficiency in killing the enemy would be reduced. In order to get rid of them as soon as possible, Pei Yuanqing directly ordered the white-robed army to charge.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The 500 white-robed soldiers followed the bloody path left behind by Pei Yuanqing and split into two groups, charging out.
The Yellow Turban bandits wanted to seal this opening, but they were a step too late. The speed of the white-robed army was too fast. Even the system's description of their characteristics said that they moved like a gust of wind.
Under the full speed of the white horse, the white-robed soldier did not need to exert any strength on the spear in his hand. He only needed to hold the spear horizontally in his hand like a harvester. All the Yellow Turban bandits who came into contact with it spurted blood wildly.
Moreover, their attacks were extremely accurate. It could be seen that the wounds of the fallen Yellow Turban thieves were almost all on the throat. They were killed in one shot.
"Strange! Since when did Zhuo County have such a terrifying cavalry!
However, it doesn't matter. I have tens of thousands of troops. I can exhaust you to death. It depends on how much endurance you have!”
Seeing the five hundred white-robed soldiers beating up the ten thousand Yellow Turban bandits, Deng Mao was anxious but did not have a good solution. He could only try to calm himself down.
"Deputy General, we can't go on like this. Our brothers are already too tired from traveling for days. It's not good for us to fight a war of attrition now. This general suggests that we capture the leader first and get rid of the general with the twin hammers.”
A lieutenant beside Deng Mao watched as Pei Yuanqing and the white-robed soldiers became more and more excited as they fought. He seemed to be enjoying this battle.
At present, the Yellow Turban army had already lost as much as 2,000 soldiers. On the other hand, only three people from the White Robes Army had lost their balance and fell to the ground after being ambushed by the Yellow Turban army. If this battle continued, it would be useless even if another 10,000 soldiers came.
Only then did Deng Mao remember that he had been riding a horse these days, so he didn't feel too tired. However, from the slow movements of the Yellow Turban soldiers, he could tell how tired they were.
"That's reasonable. Watch me take his head!"
After saying that, Deng Mao clamped his horse's belly and walked towards Pei Yuanqing. He stopped about a hundred steps away from Pei Yuanqing.
At this moment, Pei Yuanqing was like a lethal weapon in the mortal world. A pair of silver hammers smashed the Yellow Turban soldiers who approached him to death. Deng Mao knew that even if there were three of him, they would not be able to defeat Pei Yuanqing. What should he do? Sneak attacks, this was the Yellow Turban Army's usual style.
Deng Mao took advantage of the moment when Pei Yuanqing was surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army again to take out a bow and arrow from under the saddle. He nocked the bow and aimed at Pei Yuanqing.
Whoosh!
A hidden arrow pierced through the crowd and shot towards Pei Yuanqing's head.
"Be careful, Brother Pei!"
Zou Jing shouted. He hated himself for not having wings to fly over.
Deng Mao was still too young. The distance of a hundred steps had given Pei Yuanqing enough time to react. The arrow had just arrived when it was knocked away by Pei Yuanqing's silver hammer.
However, Pei Yuanqing did not know that Deng Mao had launched a sneak attack on him. After all, this was a chaotic battle, and there were countless arrows in the dark.
However, this scene infuriated a fierce tiger who had been watching the battle, Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan stared coldly at Deng Mao. Deng Mao, who was preparing for the second wave of sneak attacks, was still unaware of this. Otherwise, he would have been scared back a few steps by the cold light when he looked at Lin Chuan.
"Zou Jing, bring me the bow and arrow under your saddle.”
Didn't he just want to play with bows and arrows? Yours Truly will play with you.
"Good!"
After receiving the bow and arrow, Lin Chuan's actions completely stunned Zou Jing. The latter thought that he would charge forward and find a spot to retaliate, but he did not expect Lin Chuan to raise his bow and pull the bowstring on the spot.
"This, this, this, my dear brother, this place is still three hundred steps away from Deng Mao. It's impossible for a bow and arrow to shoot at such a distance!”
According to martial arts, even a first-rate general could only shoot arrows within a hundred steps. In fact, a peerless Divine General like Lu Bu could only shoot halberds within a hundred and fifty steps.
Zou Jing thought that Lin Chuan had lost his mind because of anger. He did not know that Lin Chuan now had Xiang Yu's Fighting Soul.
Back in the Great War of Chu and Han, Xiang Yu had shot an arrow at Liu Bang's chest in the Guangwu Stream, which was more than 300 steps away from him.
"Sou!"
The bow and arrow left the bowstring and drew a graceful arc in the air. It was so fast that even Zou Jing, who was watching, could not see it clearly.
At this moment, Deng Mao was still aiming at Pei Yuanqing, but this flying arrow was like a pair of eyes from the abyss staring at him.
In the end, the arrow pierced Deng Mao's forehead.
Boom! He fell to the ground.
Congratulations to the host for killing the second-rate general Deng Mao. You have received 20 General Fragments.
"He…he hit it…"
Zou Jing's worldview had been refreshed several times today. Whether it was the killing efficiency of the White Coat Army or Pei Yuanqing's peerless hammer technique, they had all opened his eyes. However, when it came to the existence that subverted his understanding, it was probably Lin Chuan's arrow.
"Not good, Vice General Deng has been killed!”
"Who was it? Who shot the arrow?"
"How is that possible? There's no one nearby!”
The Yellow Turban Army was in a mess. No one would link Deng Mao's death to Lin Chuan, who was three hundred paces away.
Deng Mao's death dealt a blow to the Yellow Turban Army's last bit of morale. Pei Yuan Qi and the White Robes Army were even more unstoppable.
"Chase after him. The Lord has ordered that we can't let a Yellow Turban thief escape!”
After Pei Yuanqing shouted, he led the white-robed soldiers to kill the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers one by one.
Lin Chuan was enjoying the various fragments that were constantly increasing in the system. He was even considering which rank he should synthesize after this battle.
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