Five hundred soldiers arrived at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and four thousand civilians formed a camp and hid behind the low slope. They were one mile apart, one in the dark, one in the dark, one in front and one behind. It only took about ten minutes to support each other.

Guan and Zhang each took one of them, and when they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they organized their troops for a while. No matter how the yellow scarves on the mountain reacted, Guan and Zhang each raised their swords and shields and attacked the mountain directly.

"Attack the mountain!" Guan Yu took the iron armor handed over by the centurion, slapped it on his head casually, then carried a large shield and strode towards the mountain.

"Kill!!"

The cry of killing stood up.

The mountain road was not wide, so the village warriors formed groups of five and five according to the mandarin duck formation they had just practiced before, and lined up against both sides of the mountain road, following Guan Yu's footsteps.

The mountain is uneven, and the right mountain road just got stuck in a mountain col for about 40 to 50 meters up the mountain. The enemy did not have heavy troops to block the mountain col, nor did they use bows and arrows to shoot at the mountain col, allowing Guan Yu's troops to pass through the mountain col easily.

The enemy garrison was too conservative, but forty or fifty spearmen were stationed at the entrance of the valley, and seven or eight crossbowmen were lined up on the left and right mountain cols to climb up. This mountain col is a small city, and we will attack this place.

, the casualties were considerable.

However, the enemy general was too cautious and only defended the big and dangerous points, not the small ones. He would rather defend the camp and not even a single soldier was stationed here.

Guan Yu was even in the mood to analyze the gains and losses of the enemy's tactics at this time.

Guan Yu stepped on the mountain road and walked out of the mountain col. As soon as he showed his head, he saw the yellow scarf halfway up the mountain.

When the Yellow Turban leader saw someone showing his head, he immediately gave the order, "Fire the arrow!"

In an instant, after stopping their horses, all the crossbowmen on the arrow towers and on the walls of the village had already set their arrows and shot them out immediately.

In an instant, arrows shot out like rain.

There was a rustling sound as the arrow flew by, and the arrow was nailed to the soil beside his feet, and then plopped into the ground.

Guan Yu turned a blind eye to the arrows that flew past his nailed feet. He squinted his eyes, his eyes flashed slightly, and walked steadily. He bent over, carrying a shield, and holding a ring-headed sword in one hand. Although his speed was not fast, he was still

Move forward steadily without any hesitation.

Suddenly, his eyes saw a black shadow coming towards him, Guan Yuti immediately stepped forward to block it, and with two muffled sounds, two powerful arrows were nailed to the rhinoceros-faced shield.

Behind him, there was a sudden scream.

Guan Yu looked back and saw that half of the ears of the sword and shield soldiers following him had been torn off by the crossbow arrows, and the remaining ears were still hanging on their ears.

This guy was lucky enough to only be shot in the ear, and the injury couldn't have been more minor.

At this time, the soldiers were in danger and it was not a time to be distracted. Guan Yu looked back twice and saw that the village warriors were climbing up in groups, forming a small formation of mandarin ducks. The soldiers with swords and shields were in front, so they could defend against them.

Many arrows.

"Let's go!" Guan Yu shouted softly, and then suddenly sprinted along the upward mountain road with his shield on his back.

Arrows were flying wildly, and the rain of arrows in the middle of the mountain was getting worse. The footsteps behind them were chaotic, and screams came one after another. Some heroes were hit by arrows, and then rolled down the mountain.

The terrain of the mountain is different from the flat ground. It is extremely difficult to climb up the mountain. If you lose your footing, you will easily fall down.

Even if he is as strong as Guan Yu, he cannot walk on flat ground.

Suddenly Guan Yu's feet were empty, and he suddenly felt something was not good.

His body fell over and he was about to be carried to the ground. Guan Yu was stunned because he was out of balance. He twisted his waist and turned over one meter to the right.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Guan Yu turned his wrist holding the Huanshou sword and used the force to thrust the sword into the ground. He used the force to stabilize his body and half-knelt on the ground. The shield in his hand was still facing firmly.

Diagonally above.

After stabilizing, Guan Yu looked sideways and saw a depression on the empty ground two feet away from his feet. As soon as he stepped down, he stepped on a trap.

Walking back, I don't know how many pitfalls the Yellow Turbans have laid. The mountain road is difficult to walk, so Guan Yu frowned.

While Guan Yu was thinking, several more sharp arrows were nailed to the big shield.

Guan Yu was holding a large rhinoceros-faced shield, and there were already more than a dozen crossbow arrows nailed on the shield, which were densely packed.

The mountain road was dangerous, and when the Yellow Turban Army saw Guan Yu's troops approaching, seven or eight Yellow Turbans held sticks and pushed down a large bluestone as big as a table.

The boulders rolled down and there was a loud roar.

The big bluestone rolled faster and faster along the mountain, and it was in front of me in a matter of breaths.

"Hide!" Guan Yu dodged to the side, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted to his subordinates who were climbing up the mountain below.

Before attacking the mountain, Li Mengxi carefully thought about what formation should be used to attack the mountain, and Li Mengxi believed that a scattered force is better than a large formation, and a small formation of three or five people is better than everyone spreading out.

The theory is this, it should be correct.

When the boulders rolled down, in each mandarin duck formation, whichever way the captain holding the shield in front would hide, the people in the same team behind him would also hide in that direction.

The stone rolled past Guan Yu's clothes with a roar, and the wind and dust driven by the air flow rushed towards his face. Guan Yu looked anxiously down the mountain road.

On the mountain road below, the soldiers couldn't evade and scrambled to escape. The boulder rolled down. In an instant, a person was hit by the boulder. Like mud, he was pressed by the stone and rolled over.

Screams came and went.

The stone smashed into the crowd and rolled faster and faster. A hero holding a shield felt a sudden roar approaching. His vision went dark and it was too late to hide. He subconsciously reached out and moved the shield forward.

With a click, the shield was immediately cracked by the edge of the stone, along with the bones of the forearm of this country hero.

"Ah!!!" Xiang Yong immediately screamed heartbreakingly.

Then the shrill scream suddenly stopped like a chicken being pinched by the neck.

The stone continued to roll and hit the head of the Xiang Yong with a thud. His skull was immediately shattered. The Xiang Yong who bore the brunt felt that the sky had turned dark instantly. He had lost all consciousness and his body was so limp that he was about to collapse.

, before he completely fell down, the stone crushed his body with a crunching sound.

The boulder quickly rolled over the human body for only a short moment. In this short period of time, there was a burst of tiny cracking sounds as countless bones were broken.

The big boulder continued to roll down the mountain. On the side, a pale-faced Xiang Yong looked at the pool of bright red blood at his feet and the corpse on the ground with its twisted head smashed and its brains bleeding all over the ground.

Seeing the dead body, Zixiang Yong fought with his two legs and could hardly stand.

This big stone rolled down the mountain road, and seven people died directly from the falling stone. Their legs were broken, their feet were crushed, and their feet were bruised, and another six people were injured.

Even though the big boulder had rolled down the foot of the mountain, the villagers were still in shock, and their scattered formation stopped halfway.

On the mountain road, Xiang Yong, who unfortunately had his leg broken, was curled up on the ground holding his leg, and his wailing was disturbing.

Seeing that the morale of his subordinates has collapsed,

"Kill!!" Guan Yu held the knife in his hand. Danfeng glared, raised his eyebrows, and shouted a powerful killing cry that pulled the hearts of the village heroes back.

"Kill!!" The local heroes regained their fighting spirit and continued to charge upward following Guan Yu, who was standing in the middle of the road, waving his shield and shouting.
Chapter completed!