Yang Aruo was guarding the bow of the ship, holding Zhang Liang's head in one hand, and pointing directly at the approaching enemy with the sword in the other, there were more and more enemies boarding the ship, and Yang Feng had already prepared for the worst in his heart.

If you can't force them back, you will turn over and jump into Daze!

This idea is actually a farewell in Yang Feng's heart, the water depth under the bow is nearly two people, and the sludge under Daze is indispensable, not to mention Yang Feng, a landlubber, is estimated to never come up again if he turns over and is planted.

It was in this thought that Yang Feng saw the Han cavalry galloping and rushing into the enemy formation, the infantry rushing towards this side, and Ma Yue on horseback.

In the melting mood!

Yang Feng is not afraid of dying under a thousand knives, but he drowned in a saltwater lake when he was a child, or the horse played to save his life, he has not been in the water since the fight, and Pingshui is most afraid of the lake.

As soon as Yang Feng saw his own people rushing over, he held Zhang Liang's head in his left hand, and suddenly danced the Han sword and crashed into the crowd.

The injured Yang Feng was even more crazy, and the years passed quietly, as if he had returned to the time when he was a ranger in Jiuquan a few years ago, slashing from the West City to the East City with one person and one knife, and then chasing back from the East City.

In just a moment, Yang Feng was injured in five places, covered in blood, and no yellow turban man on the bow of the ship could stand up.

Han Jian pinned the last enemy to the deck, Yang Feng kicked the corpse away, his body staggered backwards two steps, the long sword pointed straight ahead, although his arm trembled, he shouted like a wounded lone wolf: "Don't be afraid of death again!" ”

Ma Yue watched Yang Feng intimidate more than ten people from boarding the ship, and couldn't help but sigh: "Ah Ruo is really majestic!" ”

The black man with a hooked nose held Ma Yue's reins with one hand, and constantly commanded the sergeant to advance and retreat with the other, but the rules made Ma Yue's eyes shine, this kid is good, and his ability to command a hundred people is much stronger than when Ma Yue was in the right team!

In just a moment, the new force of the Han army slaughtered dozens of Yellow Turban wrestlers, and after Zhang Liang's death, they were already in chaos, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

Yang Feng slowly walked to Ma Yue with his head and Han Jian, and Ma Yue also hurriedly dismounted.

"Brother Arro, right ......"

There was no time to apologize, Yang Feng had already knelt down on one knee in front of Ma Yue, presented his head wearing a yellow scarf with both hands and said, "Lord, the head is for you!" ”

Zhang Liang's gray eyes were still looking at the sky, as if asking why Huang Tian had not yet appeared.

Ma Yue's hand that took the head was trembling, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to say: "Good, good, good!" ”

said three good things in a row, fucking God knows how much Ma Yue wanted to kill Zhang Liang!

Ma Yue patted Yang Feng on the shoulder, threw his head on the ground and helped Yang Feng up, and said seriously: "Ah Ruo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ...... just now"

"My lord doesn't need to say much." Yang Feng nodded, helped Ma Yue onto the horse, picked up Zhang Liang's head, brushed the dust on it, and hung it on the horse's saddlebag.

Ma Yue patted the horse, pointed in the direction of the battlefield and said, "Let's go, let's go and end this battle!" ”

……

It was indeed time to end, and the battle in which the two sides had invested nearly 200,000 troops had gone from night to noon, a full four hours, with rivers of blood flowing and corpses piled up high on the flat ground like small hillsides, killing from the lake to the plain, and from the plain to the mountain. As long as there are people on the battlefield, there will never be peace.

After the battle lasted for three hours, the remaining soldiers on both sides had little strength, and the Yellow Turbans began to retreat, but many more were red-eyed and had no strength to swing their swords and collapsed to the ground, and some even lay down in the mud and blood to rest, their eyes still staring at the enemy not far away. Many people lay down and never got up after losing their strength, the yellow turban thieves were tired, and they sat on the ground one by one with their eyes blank all over the mountains, since Zhang Liang left, they had no fighting spirit to insist, and they no longer insisted on fighting for the sake of the great sage and good teacher, just because others were fighting, so they had to fight. When they stopped, they didn't even scatter and fled, so they had to sit where they were, waiting to regain their strength, run, or kill.

The Han army was also tired, 20,000 Han troops were killed all over the field, and there were less than 3,000 people gathered around Huangfu Song, and the Han troops on the periphery sat in formation, with long-handled spears facing the outside, and some of the Han troops inside sat directly on the corpses to rest, and everyone's spirit was about to collapse, and the blackened land here was killed by them into a Shura field, and there was no intact ground, and the boots and straw sandals were all minced meat.

There was no shouting and killing on the battlefield, only the sound of everyone's breathing, Huangfu Song no longer gave orders, he just looked at the Yellow Turbans resting in all directions, and arranged his defenses, roughly estimating that there were not many Yellow Turban people, at least half of them died, and many of them fled the battlefield, and now they have at most 50,000 people left.

That being said, but Huangfu Song knew that it was impossible for him to win today, even if it was the Han army in its heyday, it only killed sixty or seventy thousand people and killed seventeen thousand, not to mention that now both sides are about the same physical strength and spirit, and it must be the side with more people who wins.

I don't know how long I rested, but some people on the battlefield began to regain their strength and move around, rummaging through useful weapons and armor that could be used, and out of nowhere there was a roar, and the soldiers on both sides fell into a melee again.

This time the battle lasted for a shorter time, and there was a long interval between the two sides to attack and strike, and no one still had the physical strength to withstand the high-intensity battle, and the two sides fought to kill hundreds of people, and then stopped tacitly again.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the northwest of the battlefield, which evolved into a huge whirlpool, and a group of more than ten cavalry galloped towards the Han army from the periphery, and the surrounding yellow turbans looked at the sky with dull eyes, and they had no strength to stop it.

I saw the leader of the cavalry carrying a head, shouting all the way and rushing over, "The Han army is mighty!" Zhang Liang is dead! ”

It's good that he didn't shout, and when he shouted, many of the Yellow Turban thieves stood up from the ground with difficulty, supporting each other and staring at the head in his hand.

The sharp-eyed Yellow Turban Army found the piercing Yellow Turban Hood, "Mom, General Rengong is dead!" ”

With such a sound, the entire Yellow Turban camp was in chaos, some people wanted to kill all these Han troops to avenge the general, and some people thought that the generals were dead, let's run.

In just a moment, Ma Yue had already crossed the horse and ran into the Han army, shouting: "Zhang Liang is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!" Brothers, rush! ”

The Han army on the ground suddenly got up and rushed towards the Yellow Turban Thieves with their weapons, and many of the Yellow Turban Thieves began to flee towards the mainland, one ran and two ran, two ran and four ran, and all of a sudden almost all the Yellow Turbans began to run, and the Han Army wearing iron helmets behind them chased madly, and whoever ran slowly would be stabbed to death by spears.

Ten miles of road, tens of thousands of yellow turbans ran crazy, more than 2,000 Han soldiers chased after the back, until the mainland Ze, the yellow turban thieves got on the boat hard, pushed and shouted, and the ship was a minority after all, more peasants ran to Zeli with water, and thousands of people were left sitting on the riverside, they didn't even take weapons when they fled, and the Han army that was chased was chiseled into a pile of meat like a sledgehammer.

In the battle of the mainland, the thief Zhang Liang gave the head, the Han army broke the yellow turban of 200,000, and beheaded 100,000 on the bank of Ze, drowned nearly 10,000 people in Zezhong, and the rest fled in all directions, and the head of the deceased was made into Jingguan and sealed with blood and mud to deter future generations.

Subsequently, the remaining 2,200 men of the Han army were stationed in the nearest Ren County, waiting for the imperial court's edict and Zhu Jun, the Zhonglang general who won the battle on the southern front.

The first Yellow Turban thief Zhang Bao led 70,000 Yellow Turbans back to Julu, the eldest brother and the third brother died, Zhang Bao passed on the dojos all over Jizhou, the Yellow Turban conscripted again, and the homeless people in the mountains and wilderness went straight to Julu to serve the bandits, and the Julu army once swelled to more than 200,000.