Zhang Fei wisely gave up the rushing formation and did not become a sword ghost for Qianjunpo, but he was not safe because of this.

As soon as he passed by Sun Ce, he heard an ominous roar. He had been through the battle formation for a long time. He heard this familiar voice and shouted without hesitation: "Rise the shield--" while shouting, he took off the shield on the saddle and covered the top of his head.

The Mihu Cavalry were shocked and didn't bother to attack their opponents. They raised their shields to protect themselves. Based on their experience in fighting the Han army, crossbows are undoubtedly the most lethal weapon. As long as they hear this familiar voice, they will be uneasy from the bottom of their hearts. Whether they are wearing leather armor or war horses without any protection, they are all the favorite targets of crossbows.

Before he finished speaking, a dense rain of arrows flew over, and dozens of knights were caught in the arrows.

Zhang Fei, who was rushing in front, received special attention, and the sound of "puff" was endless, and he was hit by dozens of arrows in a moment. Fortunately, his armor was solid, although he was shot like a hedgehog and injured, it was not fatal. However, his mount did not have such good luck, and he died on the spot, threw Zhang Fei away, and threw him away.

Zhang Fei caught him off guard, and his nose was blue and swollen, and his head turned dizzy.

"Kill--" Guo Ting raised the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly.

The soldiers of the personal guard camp rushed out of the camp behind Sun Ce, and while running, they pulled the crossbow machine and shot out dense rain of arrows. They had been ordered to ambush the camp, and the two thousand crossbows were stringed and filled the arrows. At this moment, they made a big splash and knocked down Zhang Fei who was rushing in the front.

Taking advantage of Zhang Fei's chance to fall to the ground, the Zahu Qi suffered heavy damage and the formation was in chaos, Guo Jun led the four thousand personal guard camp to encircle both ends. While protecting Sun Ce, he also intercepted the Zahu Qi, the sword and shield hands and spear hands, and the crossbow soldiers followed closely behind and shot continuously. The Kaiwei Battalion is second only to the Yicong Camp, and the training standards are far higher than those of ordinary soldiers. Although his personal qualities are not as strong as Yicong Camp, various formation changes are not inferior. Four thousand people attacked, deployed formations, and quickly formed a battle formation.

When Zhang Fei got up from the ground, there was already a dense position ahead, and nearly a thousand soldiers were waiting for the battle. Crossbows were still shooting, and the arrows were flying, and the wind was making a sound, making him unable to raise his head. There were continuous screams behind him. When he looked back, he was trembling with pain. The Mihu Knight suffered heavy losses. At a rough look, at least two hundred people fell to the ground by arrows, and the rest were in a mess, all of which were all disorganized, and they bumped around, and they were simply a living target of arrows.

"Oh, what's going on with Zilong? Don't command it for a while, are you waiting to be beaten?!"

Zhang Fei slapped his thigh and blurted out. He said that he remembered that Zhao Yun had been away for several months. He was the one who commanded these cavalry now. He was so angry that he slapped his forehead and stood up. Just as he was about to give a loud order, a horse rushed to the front. The knight on the horse flew out and took Zhang Fei, and placed him on the back.

"Yide, go quickly!"

Zhang Fei was dizzy, but he still recognized Guan Yu, and he felt relieved. "Brother Yun, let's go together."

"You go first, I'll break the back!" Guan Yu held the spear in his left hand and pulled out the Seven-Star Sword with his right hand. Dan Feng's eyes glared, majestic.

Zhang Fei dared not say anything anymore, and rushed to the front of the knights, shouting in his unique loud voice, barely reorganizing the beheaded cavalry. But they suffered heavy losses and nearly half of their casualties. What's even more deadly was Guo Ting, Chen Dao led five thousand infantry and cavalry to surround them, and it was already a huge difficulty to kill them back to the city.

Guan Yu complained secretly. At this point, he knew that he had fallen into Sun Ce's plan. He and Zhang Fei might be able to fight out, but few of these mixed Hu cavalry could leave alive. Liu Bei had two elite forces, one was four thousand Danyang soldiers, and the other was more than a thousand mixed Hu cavalry, especially the mixed Hu cavalry, which was crucial to Liu Bei. There was a shortage of horses in the south, and the cavalry was very precious, and it was difficult to replenish once the losses were lost.

"Sun Ce's son, it's extremely hateful." Guan Yu's face turned red with anger and gritted his teeth. His phoenix eyes kept scanning the battlefield, looking for a good opportunity to break the formation.

But the opponent's formation was very tight, completely different from the Yellow Turban Army they had seen before, and there was almost no obvious flaw. Apart from being forced to break, there seemed to be no better way. But even in a rage, Guan Yu knew that hard break was not a good choice. The opponent's long halberd, large shield, strong bow and hard crossbow were obviously prepared. Without enough space to accelerate, these knights lost all their advantages, and even were not as good as ordinary infantrymen.

What to do? Guan Yu was so anxious that he was sweating and his face turned red.

Sun Ce looked at Guan Yu and Zhang Fei from afar, and secretly sighed. After all, he was still young and didn't eat enough defeats. There are many kinds of training for a famous general. One is the origin of family learning. He can not only learn theory, but also practice step by step, and avoid detours. For example, Huangfu Song, such as Sun Ce. There is another kind that depends on talent. They may have the opportunity to read military books and learn theory, but they do not practice much. They must constantly accumulate experience and lessons in the battle formation and grow step by step. At this time, they need a little luck, and don't die in battle before becoming famous.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei obviously belong to the latter. They have strong personal abilities, but they lack experience in commanding troops and can only accumulate slowly. Before that, their opponents were mainly the Yellow Turban Army, and they had limited experience. Suddenly, they met him, the second generation general who had cheats, and it was normal to be slaughtered.

When it comes to a one-on-one challenge, he has no certainty to win. When it comes to a formation, he can instantly fight any of Liu Bei's three brothers. Even if they join together, he is not afraid. Otherwise, he would not have made a fight with Guan Yu.

Only by knowing one's own and his opponent can you win a hundred battles.

"Fengxiao, do you think you have a chance to play with a big guy?" Sun Ce was very relaxed. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were surrounded. The tricks he prepared had not been used up yet, so of course he was qualified to relax.

"It depends on Liu Bei's heart. Is life important or Guan Yu and Zhang Fei important." Guo Jia is even more relaxed. "General, based on your understanding of Liu Bei, what will he do?"

Sun Ce turned his head and looked at the head of Xiaoxian City. He knew that Liu Bei was standing there, and probably was not in a good mood. But he really couldn't guess what Liu Bei would do. Liu Bei's image of legend and historical image is very different, and he is still very young now, and it may not be the image refined in history books. But one thing is certain, Liu Bei will never fight to the death.

"I think... he should beg for peace. Save his life first, and then find a way."

"If he asks for peace, what will the general be prepared to deal with them?"

Sun Ce turned to look at Guo Jia, and thought about it carefully, there was no good idea. He knew that Liu Bei would not be willing to be inferior to others. Even if he surrendered, he would choose another branch sooner or later, and he might even be backfired. However, if Liu Bei surrendered, it would not be appropriate to kill him. Killing prisoners is not good for his reputation, and others would not dare to surrender to him in the future. Only one fierce battle after another would be welcomed.

"General, don't hesitate, attack." Guo Jia said quietly: "Kill them directly on the battle formation, kill them to eliminate future troubles."
Chapter completed!