If the opportunity is lost, it will be difficult to leave the city in a hurry.

Zhang Fei hesitated, thought carefully, glanced at Wen'an City under the afterglow, turned his horse's head, and headed back.

Zhang Fei was in a hurry when he arrived, eager to catch the Yellow Turban off guard and catch him off guard.

The city gate was closed, Zhang Fei's snake spear was still in the city, but he rushed back, as if he was in a hurry for something, and urged his horse even more hastily.

Two miles outside the city, the sentry riders who had lost touch with Zhang Fei were entangled by the Yellow Turban Army that had retreated and gathered again. They were fighting but were in danger of retreating.

Zhang Fei killed the Yellow Turbans and rescued the Sentinels.

"Give me your bow and your arrows. In front of us is Wen'an County. There is a forest about a mile to the left of the county. You wait and hide in the forest. Don't let the yellow scarves on the city see you. Listen to my instructions tomorrow.

"Zhang Fei told the sentry rider.

The captain of the sentry team didn't know Zhang Fei's intention and didn't dare to ask, so he had to hand Zhang Fei the bow and arrows on his left waist and the quiver on his right waist.

Other sentry riders have crossbows and bows. Bows are more difficult to use than crossbows, so Zhang Fei only collected two bows and four pots of arrows from the sentry riders.

Carrying the two bows, one on the left and one on the right, on his back, and hanging the quiver on his horse's neck, Zhang Fei snatched the short cavalry gun from the hands of the captain of the sentry team. Zhang Fei hurriedly turned around and returned to Wen'an County.

The sentries were confused, so they had no choice but to follow Zhang Fei's instructions, leave the road, and go to the woods one mile to the left of the county town that Zhang Fei said.

Zhang Fei obtained bows and arrows and mounted swords, and rode back to fight.

The yellow turbans on the city saw that the black horses and black men riding on the black horses a moment ago were coming back, and they hurriedly beat the war drums again.

The Yellow Turban Army was moved by the sound of drums and hurriedly went to the city to defend themselves against the enemy.

Ignoring the yellow scarves on the city, Zhang Fei rode his horse around the county town twice and saw that the county town had two gates, the north and south gates. Both gates were closed and the suspension bridge was raised.

Seeing this, Zhang Fei was in a good mood. It seemed that the defeated troops would not have time to enter the city.

Zhang Fei was in a good mood, so he went to the city to scold the Yellow Turban Army, asking the Yellow Turban Army to get out and die.

How could the outnumbered Yellow Turban Army endure his curse? They immediately responded with all kinds of obscene words and curses to Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei immediately listened.

"With such a huge crowd," Zhang Fei looked at the crowds of people on the city, "I'm afraid there are three to two thousand people."

Zhang Fei had a long leopard head with ringed eyes, and his appearance was extremely rugged. At this moment, a shrewd look flashed across Zhang Fei's face.

Just as I was listening, someone on the enemy tower shouted, "Hey! Listen, thief! Your spear is here, do you dare to come and get it?" There was a man with a tall horse and a tall man wearing a feathered turban and a headband, looking like a leader of the Yellow Turban Army.

, holding Zhang Fei's eight-foot-long snake spear, shouting curses at the top of the city.

All the Yellow Turban troops also shouted on the city, "Your spear is here, do you dare to come and get it?"

"Your spear is here, do you dare to come and get it?"

There was a lot of ridicule in the city, and Zhang Fei was furious when he saw his steel spear being held by an enemy general.

Zhang Fei took off the seven-stone strong bow he was carrying and held it in his hand, "Drive!" He clamped his legs on the horse's belly, held the bow in one hand, and rode the gun with the other, and rushed straight towards the enemy building.

Crossbow arrows flew from the city. Zhang Fei swung his sword to the left and right, knocking off two arrows. At the same time, Zhang Fei had already rushed to the enemy tower.

Riding a gun and throwing the arrow to the ground, Zhang Fei quickly took the arrow from the quiver, bent the bow and nocked the arrow, and completed it in an instant.

As soon as the bow was pulled out, the mulberry bow was pulled with Zhang Fei's huge strength and made a snap sound. The bow became a full moon, and Zhang Fei's eyes were fixed on the enemy general at the top of the city.

(Go!) Zhang Fei thought silently in his heart, let go of the bowstring, and the arrow flew away from the bowstring with a whooshing sound.

The arrow leaving the bow string is supported by the elasticity of the arrow shaft itself, and the arrow shaft swings left and right with a slight amplitude like a swimming fish. Like a fast and fast fish, the arrow is dragging and flying towards the general on the city.

With a bang, the arrow shot by Zhang Fei hit the city wall. The solid rammed earth wall was struck by this powerful arrow. A piece of earth as big as the mouth of a bowl was shot away, and the arrow was inserted straight into the wall.

Among the piles, the tail feathers were still trembling wildly.

The Yellow Turban general was so frightened by the arrow that he hurried down to the city with his snake spear.

Zhang Fei is not very good at shooting, but he is strong enough to draw a strong bow. The arrows shot by the strong bow are faster, have greater kinetic energy, lower fall, and are more resistant to interference, so they are more accurate.

Although it can't compare with the magic archer who can pierce the Yang with a hundred steps, Zhang Fei's archery skills are much better than those of ordinary soldiers.

After fifty or sixty steps, Zhang Fei shot up and fired the arrow hastily, only missing the target by half an inch. Zhang Fei almost hit the yellow scarf general's dog's head.

One arrow missed and there was no chance to shoot again. Arrows rained on the city again, so Zhang Fei had to turn his horse and leave the city.

It was getting dark at this time, and Zhang Fei had no intention of leaving. He held a strong bow and rode around the small town, one person at a time, to prevent anyone from escaping.

When night fell, the small groups of soldiers outside the city who were defeated by Zhang Fei gathered into small groups and wanted to join up with the Yellow Turbans in the city. Zhang Fei looked at the two city gates alone and rushed back and forth, killing them several times.

The Yellow Turban Army approaching the city also killed most of the dozens of cavalry who rushed out of the city to join them.

Not only that, Zhang Fei almost entered the city when the enemy cavalry left the city and the city gate was opened.

From the time the sun was about to set until the sky was dark, in a short period of time, Zhang Fei killed hundreds of Yellow Turbans in battle.

After killing hundreds of people, Qi Ge was already dead. Now Zhang Fei holds a Han army flag in his hand.

In the regular army of the Han army, each hundred-man team often had a flag bearer. Not only was it convenient for giving orders, it also had the function of being eye-catching and strengthening distinction.

For soldiers, having a team flag makes it easier to form formations and fight enemies when they gather near the team flag. For commanders, the team flag summarizes soldiers from a single unit into a large unit of a hundred or ten people.

It's hard to count a large group of people standing together, but with the team flag, once you count the team flags and the number of people, you can quickly finish counting.

The centurion military flag is usually a slightly longer spear, with a rectangular team flag tied under the gun head. The size of the team flag is not fixed, but it is generally not too big. The Han military flag is also a weapon and has the function of killing the enemy.

The Han military flag hidden in Zhang Fei's hand was in tatters and stained with dust and blood. The Han military flag fell into the hands of the Yellow Turbans, and the original owner of the flag was thought to be in serious danger.

After completely killing the stragglers outside the city who dared not approach the city, Zhang Fei stopped his horse a hundred steps away from the city gate, took out water and dry food from the horse, sat on the ground, and started eating and drinking.

After he had eaten and drank enough, Zhang Fei walked to the front of the city and cursed at the torch-lit city with the crowds of people, "Listen, you rats in the city! You should surrender the city early, but you won't die if you wait a few days."

The Japanese and Heavenly soldiers are here and they will kill you and not even the dogs or the chickens left behind!"

On the city, the Yellow Turbans held up torches and scolded Zhang Fei. Even though the Yellow Turbans had a large number of people, Zhang Fei's voice was like thunder, and he was not weak in the scolding.

Zhang Fei started to fight and asked the Yellow Turbans if they dared to go out of the city to fight.

The Yellow Turbans in the city witnessed Zhang Fei's bravery, how dare they leave the city at night.

After eating and drinking, feeling satisfied, and having almost exhausted his power, Zhang Fei returned to his horse and got on it.

Zhang Fei started his post-dinner activities, suddenly rushed into the city within thirty steps on his horse, and circled around the city.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, the light is getting darker and darker, and the lighting range of the torch is limited. Twenty steps outside the city is almost in darkness.

When the Yellow Turban Army heard the sound of horse hoofs approaching, they hurriedly stuck their heads out of the city wall to take a look. With a whoosh, a sharp arrow flew towards them. The Yellow Turban head was hit by an arrow in the eye. They covered their eyes and screamed as they fell to the bottom of the city.

Shooting from darkness to light, Zhang Fei, under the cover of night, shot at the bright places. Although the arrows could not hit, arrows from the Yellow Turban Army kept hitting them.

After Zhang Fei circled the city several times, he shot more than a dozen Yellow Turbans to death. The Yellow Turbans who filled the city walls did not dare to show their heads again.

The Han army has the Shesheng Xiaowei, who is one of the eight Xiaowei first appointed by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Usually, the word Shesheng is also used to describe superb shooting skills, [workers are also shooters. Hear the sound secretly.

Then it’s because of the name]

As long as there are people in the Yellow Turban Army who have excellent archery skills and can shoot arrows with sound, Zhang Fei will not be so overwhelmed that he dare not show his head.

Zhang Fei stopped and rested, and rode around the city from time to time. The sound of horse hooves disturbed the whole city for a whole night.

As soon as it got light the next day, Zhang Fei came to the city again and poured out a stream of urine in the direction of the city. The insult was so intense that it exploded.

Immediately, arrows were shot at Zhang Fei from the city, but there were few arrows at all.

Zhang Fei laughed loudly, finished urinating, and walked back.

All day long the next day, Zhang Fei still kept a close eye on the east and west gates of the city, never letting a Yellow Turban leave the city or letting a Yellow Turban enter from outside the city.
Chapter completed!