It was already evening, and the sunset on the horizon emitted wisps of pale yellow light arrows, reflecting in the Yellow Turban camp through the heavy iron armor and sparkling soldiers, like a dazzling cold light.

In the Yellow Turban Array, the two Yellow Turban leaders looked at the Han soldiers who were slaughtered unscrupulously. One person is angular and angular, with a full beard, and looking forward to Shenfei between his eyebrows, he is clearly the commander of the Yellow Turban East Road Army.

Seeing the team under Zhu Jun's command scurrying around in the field like lambs to be slaughtered, a cruelty and arrogance flashed in the corner of Bo Cai's eyes, and he laughed and said: "It's all special to say that Zhu Jun is a famous general of the Han Dynasty, but according to Lao Tzu, it is also sparse and usual. Tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the North Colonel were not easily pinched tightly by Lao Tzu. ”

The leader beside him nodded, and a flattering smile hung on his face: "That's, the big handsome is the big marshal of Yingchuan East Road in the 36th square of my Taiping Road, and he is famous in my sect, with 100,000 soldiers under his command, and it is estimated that only Nanyang Qu Shuai Zhang Mancheng can be compared with adults, how can it be compared to Zhu Jun's old horseman?" ”

In order to facilitate management and military operations, the Yellow Turban Army was divided into several large group armies according to localities, and a marshal was set up to govern the various road commanders under his command.

For example, Yingchuan Bocai and Nanyang Zhang Mancheng were all commanders of the group army, and they controlled the East Road and the Nanyang Yellow Turban respectively. and Runan Liu Pi, Gong Du, He Yi, He Man, Huang Shao, Peng Tuo and Bu Siren are only one side of the handsome.

Although Ma Yuanyi, the late leader of the Yellow Turban Army, was a divine envoy and Zhang Jiao's spokesman, responsible for liaising with the Jing, Yu, Yan and Sizhou Taiping sects, he was only a commander.

Bo Cai, as the commander of the Yellow Turban on the East Road, the famous commander of the Yellow Turban Army on the East Road, with 100,000 male soldiers in his hands, and seven or eight people under his command, including Liu Pi, Gong Du, Peng Tuo, Huang Shao, etc., is the time to be full of ambition. Even the Han Forbidden Army still looked down on it, how could he have put more than 20,000 people in Zhu Jun's eyes?

Seeing that Zhu Jun's iron cavalry was exhausted, like a steel knife inserted into his own army, relying on the speed and impact of the horses, fighting wantonly among many small formations, moving back and forth, countless rebel brothers died under the horses, one by one the encirclement has been destroyed, the Han court soldiers in the circle quickly converged with the main force, and in a moment Zhu Jun gradually gathered six or seven thousand soldiers around him.

The 100,000 rebel brothers gradually retreated to the periphery, forming a larger encirclement, surrounding Zhu Jun's army in the center.

A trace of hideousness flashed on Bo Cai's face: "Lao Tzu was still worried that Zhu Jun's heart was like cold iron, and he would not be saved if he died, but now it seems that he still glanced at Zhu Jun." Since the surname Zhu Di has already entered 彀 (gòu), then Lao Tzu had to reluctantly eat all the more than 10,000 eagle dogs. Otherwise, the fat in the mouth flies, and you won't make Zhang Mancheng and General Digong laugh at them? ”

After speaking, Bo Cai sneered, raised his right hand high, and waved it downward, hearing the three drums of "dong dong dong" in the formation, and the yellow turban array separated from it like a wave, revealing the hideous minions of the army on the back road, and seven or eight spear teams rushed towards the Han army suicidally under the leadership of a team of cavalry.

"Cavalry?!"

Damn it!

When did this moth thief have three or five hundred cavalry? A full three or five hundred people, this can arm two songs! It's really a dog, this donkey day Bocai still has a little bit of military literacy, this time the time for counterattack is really good for his mother!

The elite soldiers of Sanhe fell into the encirclement of the moth thieves early in the morning, and they had just come out of the encirclement before they could organize their formation, and their mobile troops only had two battalions of cavalry and Yue cavalry left.

Zhu Jun glanced at the moth thief cavalry, but his heart fell to the bottom.

Although these moth cavalry did not have the skills and tactics of horse combat, and they were so immature and ridiculous in their own eyes, they had the same speed as the cavalry under their command, and once they were entangled, the tun cavalry and the Yue cavalry would lose their organic power and impact.

The two thousand cavalry who had lost their advantage knew with their toes what the result would be in the eyes of more than 100,000 moth thieves. But once the cavalry is withdrawn, what will happen to the elite soldiers of Mikawa?

Looking at the crooked cavalry, if it was at the beginning of the war, Zhu Jun couldn't help but laugh: The moth thief is sending himself a meritorious service. But now? The current moth thief cavalry is like a piece of kraft candy that can't be shaken off, which makes Zhu Jun disgusted.

It's a pity that no matter how disgusting Zhu Jun is, the Yellow Turban cavalry has already rushed up, and they rushed up without hesitation.

"Spear!"

Zhu Jun gritted his teeth and shouted, more than 2,000 soldiers from the Tun cavalry and the Yue cavalry took off the spears on their horses and left their hands, and the two thousand spears flew towards the oncoming Yellow Turban cavalry, like a storm and dense rain, and like a group of dark clouds pressing people out of breath.

Before the Yellow Turban cavalry had time to adjust, the spear poured down like a torrential rain with the momentum of thunder, inserted in the chest, thigh, forehead, and war horse of the Yellow Turban cavalry, and for a while blood was splashed, and people turned over on their backs, and the Yellow Turban cavalry had lost nearly one-tenth of its strength before seeing the opponent.

"Rush!"

Zhu Jun shouted again, and the Tun cavalry and Yue cavalry had already rushed forward, wielding swords and halberds like meat grinders to harvest the heads of the Yellow Turban cavalry.

In the time of tea, the elite of the Great Han had wiped out all the moth thief cavalry, and only corpses and hundreds of neighing ownerless horses were left on the battlefield.

It's a pity that the battlefield was as he expected, once again glued together, and Bocai's rear army had gradually caught up, forming a larger encirclement, encircling the Tun cavalry and the Yue cavalry in the center.

"Sons, come with me if you want to live!" Zhu Jun split the yellow scarf leader opposite into two with a knife.

It turned out that the iron-blooded general Zhu Jun, who was famous for the Han Dynasty, was a rare master of using a knife, of course, what was even more rare was the tun cavalry, Yue cavalry and personal guards under his command, although he was deeply encircled, he was still disciplined, like an arm.

The standard-bearer is like a rock, the pace is not chaotic, and the momentum is even more amazing, plus the elite soldiers of the three rivers gathered, six or seven thousand people are as strong as more than 10,000 people.

The rest of the trapped soldiers leaned over one after another and gathered together again. In an instant, more than 12,000 people had gathered under his command, and Zhu Jun's heart was gloomy for a while, knowing that those two or three thousand soldiers should have been buried in this land.

After settling down, Zhu Jun pointed to the northwest with a wave of his long knife, which was the direction of Luoyang, that was the way he came, where there was Huangfu Song's army on the left, and it was also the weakest place for the moth thieves.

"Cone Formation!"

"Arrows!"

A roar sounded in the camp, Yue Cai quickly adjusted the formation like a sharp knife rushing to the front, Tun Cai four curves on both sides, the Sanhe elite soldiers firmly surrounded in the middle, the Sanhe elite soldiers shouted in unison, the bow in their hands was like a full moon, and the long arrows broke through the air.

Long arrows rained down, and screams were endless.

But they still couldn't stop the Yellow Turban Army's flood of offensive, one fell, and the other climbed up. They gritted their teeth and persisted, their eyes full of hatred, it was the damn Han court that made them lose their happiness, their homes, and their relatives, and these people in front of them wanted to take their lives and escape.

Don't!

Even though we are all a group of mud legs, but mud legs also have the dignity of mud legs, General Tiangong said well, "I am willing to cut my body, dare to pull the emperor off the horse!" "Even if you lose your life, you have to drag these Hanting's lackeys to die together!

The two armies gradually got closer and closer, and they could even see the anger in each other's eyes.

Two big arrays "Bang!" The thud slammed together.

The sword light and sword rain, the flesh and blood flying, the Han soldiers and the Yellow Turban Army tirelessly waved the weapons in their hands, wantonly venting the anger in their hearts, the people around them kept falling to the ground, the red blood soaked the entire Yingchuan land, and the earth seemed to bloom with poignant 100 days of red.

The frenzied attack for half an hour, the casualties on both sides have reached more than 1,000 people, but it is a pity that the sharp soldiers can tear apart the flesh and blood, but how can they tear the Great Wall made of iron and blood? The soldiers of the Han Dynasty are still trapped in the encirclement, still defending themselves to tear the yellow scarves.

Could it be that I, Zhu, am going to die here today?

Zhu Jun frowned, the big knife in his hand was already bent, as if it was no longer sharp like a soldier under his command.

"Come again!"

Slowly exhaled, Zhu Jun shook his arm vigorously, let out an angry roar, raised the gradually dull broadsword, and was about to attack again, when suddenly a passionate roar came from the distance, getting closer and closer, and the sound was like thunder.

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. How can you say that you have no clothes? With the Son. How can you say that you have no clothes? Dressed with the Son! ”

A rain of arrows poured down with the momentum of the Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder, and the Yellow Turban soldiers in the back row fell to the ground one after another, wailing again and again, and there was a commotion in the formation, and the army collapsed. It was as if the embankment of the Yellow River under the city of Luoyang had burst, and the surging waves were overwhelming, and the Yellow Turban soldiers were like crumbling boats that disappeared in the boundless waves.

Jin Ge stretched, and the shouts rang. However, with the help of tea, the yellow turban array has been chiseled by a sharp awl from the outside to the inside.

An ironclad cavalry was like a whirlwind in front of him, the ironclad was cold, and the sword halberd was cold. The flag fluttered in the wind, and a big word was written on the flag: King!

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the silver hook iron painting!

The first person is a silver helmet and silver armor, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a little blood, a sword in his hand and silver shining to kill all directions, and the sound of the horse under the crotch is long and neighing and chasing the wind.

"Deyu?"

Wang Li nodded, wiped the blood on his face, and revealed a mouthful of silver teeth: "General, quickly leave here with Li!" With that, Wang Li turned his horse's head with a long shout, and the shooting battalion under his command rushed out of the big formation and turned around, and rushed towards the gap again like a comet hitting the moon.

Zhu Jun was overjoyed when he heard this, waved his hand, and the Tun Cai, Yue Cai, and Sanhe elite soldiers under his command gradually merged with Wang Li's shooting battalion, and wedged into it like a huge iron cone.

The sword of steel, the sword of iron, the will of steel, the wound of immortality, the Yellow Turban Army is crowded, and the Great Wall of flesh and blood can resist the torrent of steel. Heads, severed arms, stumped legs, blood, broken blades, and stumps of armor fluttered through the crowd.

The wind is cold, the sword is cold, the arrows are even colder, and the Yellow Turban Army is also cold.

Hatred and blood can certainly make up for a temporary shortcoming, but they do not have invincible weapons, they do not have solid and heavy armor, nor do they have the uniform appearance of tens of millions of troops, and they do not have the will to be invincible.

When Wang Li quickly pierced through the Yellow Turban Array with iron and sharp arrows to open a passage, the soldiers' fear of the Han officers and soldiers surfaced again, and when more soldiers found out that this was an invincible group of devils, their persistence became a joke.

How can a team that has lost the hearts and minds of the army be victorious?

Not to mention, how can a group of sheep who have just seen a little blood face a murderous jackal?

Come quickly, go faster. In just half an hour, Wang Li and Zhu Jun had already taken their subordinates to shoot sounds, Tun cavalry, Yue cavalry and more than 10,000 elite soldiers of the three rivers out of the encirclement, leaving behind the Yellow Turban Army of the same color as the soil.

Looking at the military flag in the distance, a trace of hideousness and unwillingness flashed in the corners of Bocai's eyes.

The boiled duck still flew!