New Story of Lv Bu

the fourth! the fifth! This yellow scarf actually blocked the first cut! The cavalry on his left and right fell in an instant, but the yellow turban cavalry behind him continued to rush up. Peng! The Han army and the Yellow Turban army collided with each other and performed a scene of embracing the earth. After all, the cavalry of the Han army were more skilled, and there were obviously more yellow turban cavalry who fell off the horse than the Han army.

Huangfusong had already rushed past the left side of the yellow scarf, and the ring first knife swung out from the bottom left to the upper right, passing the right rib of the yellow scarf, just blocking the opponent's ring first knife impartially. Only a scream was heard, the yellow scarf; it fell off the horse. Huangfusong closed the knife and turned his wrist, splitting it from upper right to lower left, and another yellow turban screamed and fell.

The front was suddenly wide open, and Han Qi had already penetrated the enemy's formation!

Huang Fusong slowed down and returned in a big circle. The situation on the battlefield was already very clear. There are only more than 600 cavalry of the Han army, and they have gathered around Huangfusong's general. There are about two thousand cavalry in the yellow turban. They are gathering around a strong and strong man, and they seem to be rushing over soon.

The battle around the highlands has heated up. The Han army has retreated to the halfway point of the mountain. The yellow turban pawns are going forward to launch a decisive charge. The yellow turban crossbowmen are behind them with cold arrows. The remaining Han army crossbowmen are facing them. Shoot. . From the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, there are densely packed corpses. In the middle of the broken limbs are fragments of armor and weapons. The blood and brains have already stained the earth.

The middle and rear teams of the Han army have all been put into battle, but the battle situation has not improved a bit. There are too many people in the Yellow Turban! She could not see her head at a glance, everywhere with her head wrapped in yellow scarves, charging forward with the yellow scarves, old and weak women and children, young and old, shouting, using all their strength to greet the Han army.

The 18,000 Han army had fallen halfway, and the remaining Han army kept retreating, leaving behind a large number of dead bodies and wounded. The Yellow Turban army pressed hard, threw away the **** and stick, picked up the weapons of the Han army and continued to charge. The old and weak women and children swept by like locusts, and dozens of fists greeted the fallen Han army and the wounded.

The screams kept ringing, and after a few times there was no more movement, which meant that another Han army had died. "Receive the spear! Stabbing!" In the roar of the officers, the Han army's footmen mechanically executed the orders one by one until they were chopped down. Don't hesitate to hurt or die, use human lives to pile up! Layers of corpses fell on the ground, but the surviving Yellow Turban continued to charge as if unheard of. The Yellow Turban Army’s tactics are so simple, yet so effective.

The offensive and defensive transition is so fast that the unarmored Han archers and crossbowmen are the best targets. Under the rapid offensive of the Yellow Turban Army, most of the Han archers and crossbowmen have fallen in a pool of blood. Yellow towels continuously took off their crossbows and quiver, and sent a rain of arrows towards the Han army.

The wind was blowing, it was a breeze, and there were layers of dark clouds in the sky, and only a small patch of blue in the west remained.

The sun is hidden in the clouds, and the sun has also become gray, as if it is painful for this fight.

"It's time to retreat! There are too many yellow turbans." Huangfusong finally made up his mind. "Beat the drum! Charge! Push the Yellow Turban back first!" Dong Dong Dong! Boom boom boom! The Han army's snare drum rang, which was a signal to charge. "Follow me!" Huangfu Song rushed to Bocai first, and the six hundred Han army behind him held up the ring sword, shouted and followed the commander's charge.

At this time, drumming, is it going to be desperate? Just as the Han soldiers were puzzled, Huangfusong's general flag had once again rushed into the Yellow Turban formation. "Look! Huangfu Zhonglang rushed up!" "His grandma's! Fight!" At this moment, everyone understands that if you don't beat the Yellow Turban army, let alone retreat, you can't run!

The coach Huangfusong has led the cavalry to charge twice, and Huangfu Zhonglang is not afraid of death. What if I threw this bitter life here? In the sound of the drums of war, the Han army's infantrymen screamed like a thunder in mid-air, waved their weapons and strode forward, desperately fighting the influx of the Yellow Turban army.

The Yellow Turban Army suffered heavy casualties, and the offensive was already at the end of the force, but it was just struggling. Now that the Han army is very excited, everyone is desperate, and they can't help but waver, and the Han army rushes down the mountain. "Hold on!" "If you work harder, the Han army will collapse!" The yellow turban leaders shouted loudly, urging the pawns to continue their charge.

"Xiaomin's hair is like a leek, cut and resurrected; his head is like a chicken, cut and screamed. The official does not have to be fearful, it must be light. But hope to calm down." Bo Cai opened his mouth, and sang in a wild tone. This song is his military song, desolate and tragic, with a strong sense of injustice. Once sung, it is the signal of a decisive battle.

"Hahahaha!" Bo Cai looked up to the sky and laughed: "Huangfu child, it is either you or I die today! Come with me!" He wielded his spear and rushed towards the Han cavalry. "Charge!" "Kill!" Two thousand yellow turban cavalry rolled forward, and rushed towards the Han cavalry following Qu Shuai! Seeing that Shuai Qu was so brave, the yellow turban pawns also played fiercely, his grandmother, the Han army desperately, and Laozi desperately! See who can beat who!

Peng! The two armies collided again! The cavalry and the cavalry are facing each other, and the infantry and the infantry are slashing at each other. Both the Han army and the Yellow Turban army have lost their eyes. They have forgotten the time, the rain is coming, and the life and death! Cut down one! Cut down another one! Oops, it seems to be injured, and then there is a brief fainting or eternal sleep.

Wow! A flash of lightning in the sky, accompanied by a few thunders, the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down! Accompanied by heavy rain and strong winds, a few miles in an instant turned into a country of Zee. The weather was stormy and muddy, and even the opposite side could not be seen clearly. The Han army and the Yellow Turban army gradually broke away from contact and withdrew to both sides.

Huangfusong has led the cavalry to charge seven times! There was blood on his body, face, and immediately. He had been injured seven times, but fortunately, they were all slightly injured. The pouring rain made him drenched all over, the cold rain seeped into the wound, and his whole body was immediately painful. He endured the pain and carefully observed the battlefield through the rain curtain.

There were only a hundred riders left beside him, most of which were injured, but the Yellow Turban cavalry was uncomfortable. He was chopped down for more than a thousand, and Qu Shuai received a knife. There was only a small piece of Han soldiers left. There were less than two thousand men, most of them wounded. The pouring rain fell on the ground and immediately drowned the corpse, sweeping away the red-brown blood.

"Mingjin retreat! Assault west! Target Changsha!" Huangfu coldly ordered.

"Premier, the rain is too heavy, so I have to wait for the rain to stop before marching." The captain who led the team bowed his hands and saluted.

Zhao Qian, the prefect of Runan, frowned and looked outside the Taoist Temple. The heavy rain was pouring down, and a large cloud of white smoke was immediately splashed on the ground. It is indeed impossible to march in such weather. "Passing orders! Set up camp on the spot. Fortunately, this Taoist temple is so great that you can live for a while. Bury the pot to cook and make some **** soup for the soldiers to drink more."

"Nuo!" The captain took the order. Zhao Qian walked into a quiet room, sat down cross-legged, and thought about the map.

Two days ago, he received an eagle letter from a scout. There were hundreds of thousands of yellow turbans gathered in Xihua, most of them were old and weak, women and children, not many young and strong. He immediately called up three thousand county soldiers, recruited four thousand people, and led the army to advance to Xihua. Immediately after Ruyang, I received a report that the entire Yellow Turban army of Xihua had gone west, and the target was probably Zhaoling.

Zhao Qian is a Confucian student, and a Confucian student who is pure and exuded. The most hungry person is the chaotic courtier. Together with the Yellow Turban, he opened up the treasury and recruited the people, preparing to fight the Yellow Turban. To be honest, before the Yellow Turban uprising, he, like other bureaucrats of the Han Dynasty, believed that Zhang Jiao was advising people to be good and should be supported.

Now that Zhang Jiao's servant was in a mess, he was a little caught off guard. After being caught off guard, there was a deep fear. The places where the yellow scarf is most rampant are just a few places, Jizhou, Nanyang, Yingchuan, and Runan with Guangzong as the center. Runan County, where he served as the prefect, was the center of the storm. Bocai and Pengtuo both launched their troops from Runan County, and then quickly swept Yingchuan County and Chen Kingdom. If the emperor's majesty pursues it, at least it would be a malfeasance. It may not be able to keep.

That being the case, why not take advantage of the court has not had time to be held accountable, kill more yellow scarf ant thieves to make atonement? People are like this, once they get a life-saving straw, they will grab it, and Zhao Qian is no exception. After just half a month of training, I got the news that the Yellow Turbans were gathering troops in Xihua.

Zhao Qian weighed repeatedly and finally decided to send troops, because he had no time, and the imperial emissaries might be on the way. "Prefect, it is still too early to dispatch troops at this time, the people and the Zhuang people are not familiar with their combat skills and the period is not prosperous. If they train for another half a month, it will be done." The county lieutenant persuaded. "My brother, don't I know? But, can your majesty give us half a month? Can the court give us half a month? I am afraid that after half a month, you and my first level will no longer be guaranteed!"

The county lieutenant is silent, and the prefect is telling the truth. If you don't fight again, your head is about to move! "Mother thief, do it!" The two adults made up their minds at the same time. This battle is a matter of life and death and must be won! If you win, you can make up for it. If you lose, hehe, anyway, it's no different from now. A good head was chopped off either by the court or by the yellow scarf ant thief.

The scouts in Runan County are very powerful. The head of the army was originally an old soldier of Tian Yan's subordinates and had participated in the Battle of Sunset Plains. I didn't know how to travel to Pingyu County, accidentally known to Zhao Qian, he became a chief under the tent, and he trained more than 100 scouts. One use at critical moments, as expected, handy.

"Shijun, the Yellow Turban ant thief is fighting against Zhu Zhonglang in Zhaoling. Zhu Zhonglang has been defeated and has retreated to the west. Both sides have suffered great losses. It is said that the Yellow Turban died for 40 to 50,000, and the Han army died more than 10,000. I am. I've seen it in person, and there are corpses everywhere." The scout chief talked about finger painting, and suddenly explained the battle situation clearly.