On August 19 of the first year of Zhongping, under the city of Guangzong in Jizhou and Julu Kingdom, the final suppression of the Yellow Turban rebels by the Han Dynasty was about to begin. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

If the battle had ended in victory for the officers and soldiers, the history books would have probably begun with such words.

History, after all, is written by the victors.

Sympathy for the loser may be expressed in some folk histories, but it is clear that the most widely followed official history books do not write so.

The battle began in the morning, and the sun had risen so high that the scorching light was shining down from the sky, and the earth was rapidly scalding. It's another sunny day. On a sunny day, with good light and no clouds, this is the best day to fight. At the very least, the vast majority of people think that such a day is the best time to fight.

Because the two armies are not far apart, they have made an appointment with each other to fight in array. So at the beginning of the battle array, what was shown in front of everyone was the array that pulled apart from each other:

From the battle flags that cover the sky and the sun, to the sergeants standing in array, to the imposing generals. In the rumbling drums, both sides invariably put their strongest side in front of each other.

At three o'clock, the two sides stood against each other, and Zhang Sheng, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, stood in front of the army, looked at the officers and soldiers opposite with extremely silent eyes, and did not speak.

It stands to reason that he should come out at this time, shout "who dares to fight with me" and so on, and then provoke a few generals of the officers and soldiers to boost his morale. But he didn't do it, because at the moment he rode out, he saw the big banner with the character "Liu" appearing on the right flank of the official army. He understood that the general named Liu Bei had already joined the battlefield.

Speaking of Liu Bei, he wasn't very afraid, but he was a little worried about the red-faced man and black-faced boy under Liu Bei's command. He was very self-aware, and he had to admit that although he was also a skilled archer, he was by no means a match for those two non-human beings.

So, let's talk about it alone.

As the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Sheng said that he played the general trend of crushing the flow, rather than some clever technical flow.

The bravery of the horseman is outdated, so let's jump right into the crowd tactics.

110,000 against 25,000, it was a close battle. If it is a competition between military formations and military formations, Zhang Sheng believes that he will not lose.

However, just not losing, that's not enough......

Zhang Sheng glanced at the officers and soldiers opposite him angrily, and clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, he remembered the words that Zhang Jiao had said in his ear before he went out of battle: "Go and fight with all your heart." Either way, we're going to win this fight. ”

This is a very positive statement, but it is not the Yellow Turban Army's good training, sharp blades, strong armor and the Yellow Turban Army's huge army that supports this sentence, but out of Zhang Jiao's confidence in the power of his own Dao Fa.

Zhang Jiao's Taoism was the final guarantee of victory for the Yellow Turban Army. It's just that such a guarantee comes at the cost of Zhang Jiao's backlash from heaven. This kind of backlash is difficult to eliminate, and it can be said that Zhang Jiao is performing the Dao method at the cost of his own life.

"Every time you cast it...... The master is closer to death. If I could, I really hope that Master would not use this kind of Taoism. Thinking of this, Zhang Sheng's heart ached faintly, and his eyes became more and more fierce when he looked at the officials and soldiers opposite.

"Attack!" Zhang Sheng ordered loudly.

And almost at the same time as you and him spoke, Huangfu Song on the opposite side also lightly ordered: "Let's start!" ”

At the sound of an order, the army moved in unison.

Heavy footsteps stepped on the ground, a yellow cloud rose up, and a thunder was surprised. Under the thunderstorm, the armies of the two sides approached rapidly, and then they collided fiercely. The heavy wooden shield and the hard iron shield collided violently, and the gaps in the gap intertwined with the thorns of each other's spears.

A muffled grunt of pain sounded from time to time, and occasionally a few blackheads fell between the neat arrays. These fallen heads were not able to get back up, for the big feet behind them trampled on them without mercy, taking their place and continuing to engage the enemy on the other side.

Human life is worthless here, and everyone is reduced to a small part of a war machine, working together fiercely. Here, the power of the individual is small, and only by relying on the array can it compete with the opposite array.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Syllable! The sound of rain hitting the leaves kept ringing, and it was mixed with the "swish" of spears and thorns...... Swish! In the voice and array, the commander of the tun roared loudly: "Steady! Advance! ”

Fighting in array, this is a comparison of the degree of organizational training and the sharpness of the armor. Although the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army spilled their blood and courage, and they wished to use their own strength to feed, it was a pity that only blood and courage were not enough in such a battle formation.

Protected by the far stronger training and stronger armor of the officers and soldiers, the Yellow Turban Army's formation crumbled at a slow but determined pace.

"Kill!" Li Qin picked up the hundred-pound giant axe in his hand. Riding on his horse, he raised his axe high above his head and slashed at an angle in front of his left, bringing up several bloody limbs.

One blow and four sections, killing two people at the same time, Li Qin squandered his sweat and strength in the battle array, and infected the soldiers around him with his bravery.

At this time, the right wing of the official army, thanks to the courage of Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Yan Liang, Wen Chou and others, its advance speed was indeed much more prominent than the center and left wing of the official army. Liu Beijun's outstanding performance, but most of the Yellow Turban Army's attention was on them.

"The left is in a hurry...... The left wing was in a hurry...... "The generals of the Yellow Turban Army, who could not resist the impact of Liu Beijun, sent one letter after another to Zhang Sheng. This made Zhang Sheng feel very strange: "I have obviously strengthened the soldiers and horses on the left flank, and there are 30,000 people gathered there, how can I not stop Liu Bei's troops?" ”

Doubts are growing in Zhang Sheng's heart, but rather than looking for answers to questions, the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize the situation of the left. After taking a look at the five blue rays of light that rose from time to time on the battlefield on the left flank, Zhang Sheng gritted his teeth in resentment, and immediately gave an order: "Let Peng take off, let Zhang Niujiao go...... In short, I have to stabilize the battlefield on the left no matter what. ”

"No!" Zhang Sheng's personal soldiers quickly conveyed the order.

Under the banner of hunting and hunting, Peng Tuo's 3,000 archers and Zhang Niujiao's 5,000 brave men joined Liu Bei's battlefield. They are all reserve troops who have stayed by Zhang Sheng's side from the beginning to the present. They have not participated in the battle, but at this time they have more physical strength.

With the addition of their small 10,000 horses, Liu Beijun's indomitable ferocity was abruptly stopped. The retreat of the left flank of the Yellow Turban Army suddenly came to a standstill.

"Hmm...... There are also capable people in the Yellow Turban Army. Looking at Liu Beijun's almost stagnant offensive, Huangfu Song, who was in the middle of the official army, said lightly.

"What to do? Although we didn't specifically explain it, putting all the fierce generals under Liu Bei's command on the right flank was a strategy implemented by the two of them for the victory of the battle. But now......" Zhu Jun said quietly, frowning quietly.

"Let Zhang Chao bring two thousand cavalry over to support. Although I also believe that even without supporting Liu Bei, I can repel the counterattack of the Yellow Turban Army, but ...... Time, I still hope that this place can be finished as soon as possible. Huangfu Song sighed and gave the order.

"Well, let's do it." Zhu Jun nodded approvingly.

He then conveyed the order to Zhang Chao. Zhang Chao, who had been guarding behind the Huangfu Song formation, suddenly moved. Two thousand cavalry rode out and made an arc to the left flank of the Yellow Turbans. Although he was ordered to reinforce Liu Bei, he and his knights did not directly join the battlefield, but broke into the rear of the left flank of the Yellow Turban Army and chiseled through the rear of the Yellow Turban Army.

For a while, the horses' hooves were dusty, blood was splashed everywhere, and under the cavalry suddenly raised their speed to carry out a surprise chisel penetration, the rear of the Yellow Turban Army, which did not have complete protective cavalry equipment and training, was suddenly in a mess.

"Damn fellow......" Peng Tuo, who was attacked by the raid, hammered his fist fiercely in the chest. He was sent to support the right flank, he thought that he just needed to stay in the rear and shoot arrows honestly, but he didn't think that he would encounter a surprise attack by the official cavalry here: "Damn, the strength of the right flank is still too weak, and the team with horns is ...... They're too far ahead. ”

What to do? Peng Tuo instinctively made a choice: "Stand back...... We need to protect ourselves first. ”

At that moment, Peng Tuo waved the battle flag slowly backwards. He originally wanted to reorganize the army backwards, but he didn't want his retreat to be captured by Liu Beijun's drama.

"Beat the drums, and the whole army presses! Let the soldiers shout that the Yellow Turbans have been defeated! Xi Zhicai quickly ordered.

"Join the army, the enemy only retreats slightly. It's not a failure at all. The soldiers who followed Xi Zhicai reminded him in a whisper.

"You call him a real retreat, but in short, they are really retreating now, and that's fine. It's good to just shout like this and make them panic a little. Xi Zhicai insisted on his own point of view.

The helpless personal soldiers passed the order, and Liu Beijun's war drums suddenly sounded more intensively. It was an order for a general offensive, and the generals and soldiers who were fighting at the front did not understand what was going on, but they broke out in a wave. And as they broke out, the right flank of the Yellow Turban Army could no longer hold it up.

The soldiers on the opposite side shouted in unison, "The Yellow Turban has been defeated!" Under the roar, they also didn't know why, watching their comrades on the left and right retreat one after another, and they also had some thoughts that were true.

As a result, their retreat became more rapid, gradually sliding from an orderly retreat towards a disorderly fracture.