Blind shooting, the King once said, is one of the most difficult archery skills to master. If you want to succeed in blind shooting, you must have three major elements: one: one's own strength. Two: the fit of the wind direction. Three: the cooperation of the enemy.

The moment the arrow was shot, Lu Bu felt that the arrow had come. As expected, Zhang Liang died under this arrow.

Such archery skills were actually practiced by Lu Bu for more than ten years, and it was not enough for him to shoot every time. After shooting, Lu Bu fell into deep thought.

Recalling the mood when you are shooting, the gestures and strength when you are shooting, and the conjectures in your mind. Imagine whether you can do better next time!

Reflection and consideration are one of the more advanced ways of Lu Bu's martial arts practice. He can steadily suppress all warriors of his contemporaries not because of his natural divine power, but because of his efforts and persistence in reflecting on martial arts.

"Sure enough, you can encounter it but cannot force it. If you want to force it, you can only calm your mind on martial arts." Lu Bu opened his eyes and a ray of light suddenly appeared. He felt that his understanding of archery was a little deeper.

"Well, are you angry and embarrassed? Zhang Bao, if I told you that I shot Zhang Liang's arrow to death, it was just because of good luck in the dark. I wonder what you would feel?" A wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he ignored the vicious curse from Zhang Bao that came from afar.

Zhang Bao cursed Lu Bu in all the vicious words he could think of, but they were just those few words back and forth. For Lu Bu, who had experienced the Internet Bang era, such a way of cursing was not even comparable to the dark-hearted loli in the seven or eight years old on Earth.

"Have you finished scolding?" Lu Bu asked indifferently.

Zhang Bao looked up, and hatred surged in his eyes: I, Zhang Bao, swore to the sky, and I would definitely chase you until death. Instead, I would let me go to Hell of Yama and cannot bear the pain of reincarnation for life.

"Haha, if you die, you will die. How can you say that you are just deceiving yourself? If you scold me, I don't care about it. If you make a poisonous oath, I will just watch a monkey show. Do you think you scold me a few times and make a poisonous oath to the sky, and Zhang Liang will survive? Do you want him to cheat the zombie? Naive!"

Lu Bu's words were not poisonous, but he told Zhang Bao in a deafening manner that Zhang Liang was dead and completely dead.

The two sides fight, fight wits and power, fight the gods. The main general is a soul figure for an army. Whoever's main general's mentality is distorted first will be obvious. Yes, Lu Bu did it on purpose.

Zhang Bao was stunned. Lu Bu's words were like a sharp sword piercing into his heart. He died, died, died, died, died, died, died, died, really died.

I will not enter the cycle of reincarnation in the kingdom of heaven, I will not enter the mortal world, I will not enter the...

Zhang Jiao’s Taiping Road has a statement that after the Taiping Road people died, they ascended to the Tianping Heavenly Palace and enjoyed the prosperity. But others don’t know. Can Zhang Bao, who is Zhang Jiao’s brother, not know? That’s all lies, lies...

"Third brother, third brother, third brother, you don't leave, don't die!" Zhang Bao, who was stunned by all his extravagance, muttered unconsciously, just like a child who lost his relatives, burst into tears and his nose was flowing everywhere. His sadness was sincere.

It is difficult for people who have not experienced it personally to imagine the pure relationship between the three brothers. Over the years, the dependence of each other, the helplessness of desperately seeking life, and the friendship of smiling each other are all like yesterday...

Lu Bu looked at Zhang Bao who was crying like a child, and his heart was cold and cold. He was Zhang Liang whom he killed with his own hands. He would not have seen Zhang Bao crying and felt depressed. He would just cry and mox arise with a slight guilt and compassion.

When dealing with the enemy, Lu Bu's heart is cold.

"General Gao, take advantage of the enemy's heart to be defeated and kill! The thief chief Zhang Bao cried so miserably, so let him die with Zhang Liang!" Lu Bu said lightly.

Gao Shun had a trace of helplessness. When he saw Zhang Bao's true feelings, he was actually touched. The general was inevitably dead in front of the battlefield. Zhang Liang's death made him think of himself. He wondered if there was one day when he died, someone would cry for him so much?

Will it be? He asked himself, but he couldn't find the exact answer.

"Abide by the lord's order!" Gao Shun bowed to Lu Bu in his heart.

Gao Shun's feelings came quickly and went faster. He was used to distinguishing public and private very clearly. The gap between public and private is like a galaxy between him.

Gao Shun's gestures changed, silently typing out more than a dozen code words that only soldiers in the camp could understand.

Eight hundred men who were trapped in the battle instantly fell into a state of war. Some of them had pity and sentimentality, some were disdainful, and some cursed Zhang Bao for being hypocritical. But as soon as the battle came out, everyone chose to forget their emotions because they gathered under one side, which was trapped in the battle.

The camp was silent as a mountain, as quiet as water, as slow as forest, and the sword was shining, heading towards the 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers.

The neat footsteps sounded, and Zhang Bao seemed to be unaware of it, and he forgot to order to resist.

Puchi, Puchi, Puchi, the soldiers of the camp took advantage of the situation to cover up the killing, and took his life while he was sick.

With Lu Bu as an arrow, Gao Shun as a flank, the soldiers of the camp formed a complete military formation, as if they were entering a no-man's land, and soon killed a dozen steps through the 20,000 military formation.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were sad and their morale was also low, which made Lu Bu feel a vague illusion that it was really, really easy to make progress.

The soldiers from both sides were intertwined, you stabbed, I cut a halberd, white knife entered, red knife came out, and crazy killings arose everywhere on the battlefield.

Gradually, the entire 800 people in the camp completely penetrated into the sea of ​​20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers. Looking down from the distant sky, it was like a giant wolf gnawing on the back of a huge elephant, and the tragic atmosphere was spreading, and everyone was red in their eyes.

Seeing that Babai Cang finally penetrated into the inner abdomen of the Yellow Turban Army, Lu Bu's heart calmed down instead, because in the position where Babai Cang Army was, the Yellow Turban did not dare to use arrow rain to attack. The price paid was too heavy.

Lu Bu was concentrating on fighting but couldn't notice it. He looked at him with a cold look. The master of his eyes was Zhang Bao. He had stopped sobbing, but instead a crazy strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I took a deep look at the three thousand elite Yellow Turban archers not far away. They used to be Zhang Jiao's personal army, and no one listened except Zhang Jiao's orders. However, this time, fortunately, they received the orders of Zhang Jiao and were fully obedient to themselves. Haha, fully obedient to themselves.

"The whole army obeys the order and shoots towards the trap camp! Life and death are not a matter of life or death!" Zhang Bao whispered to the roar from the Yellow Springs of Hell.

The three thousand elite archers of the Yellow Turban were all shocked, and their hearts were circling and the sea, and they looked at their commander Pei Yuanshao with inquiring eyes.

Pei Yuanshao frowned and said in a low voice: General Earthly Duke, isn't this right?

"What's wrong? Have you forgotten the military order of your elder brother Zhang Jiao? In this battle, you and others obey the general. Shoot! Shoot quickly! The thief is fierce and needs to do extraordinary ways to defeat the enemy. More sacrifices are the honor of the Yellow Turban Warriors to be loyal to the great wise and good teachers." Zhang Bao suddenly said in a furious manner when he saw Pei Yuan questioning a little.

Pei Yuanshao's expression changed a lot, and he saw Zhang Liang's dead body, his pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were full of fierce light. He gritted his teeth and said: OK! Then it's better to obey your orders than respect.

He raised his hand slightly, and the three thousand elite soldiers were unbearable, but under the military order, he slowly raised his sharp bow and arrow.

shoot!

With a command, tens of thousands of arrows were fired at once. Where the arrows fell, there were eight hundred yellow turban soldiers who were four times more likely to be trapped...
Chapter completed!