As soon as the three-day repair was over, Zhu Jun immediately summoned the generals to order troops, and did not greet Lin Xu, leading 30,000 elite soldiers to rush straight to Bocai.

Huangfu Song sighed, confessed to Lin Xu, and calmly led 30,000 elite soldiers out of the city. They all discussed, with Lin Xu sitting in Changshe, Zhu Jun facing Bocai head-on, and Huangfu Song attacking the Yellow Turban Army blocking Yuan from other directions.

Lin Xu watched Zhu Jun lead the army gradually away from the city wall, and said secretly

(I've done everything I can, relative to the official history, the number of troops has been added to you by 10,000, and I have left you an ambush, a team of reinforcements, if you lose, well~, it doesn't matter, my city defense is ready)

Zhu Jun VS Bocai

30,000 elite men fought against 110,000 yellow turbans

"Bocai, quickly dismount and surrender, this general will leave you with a whole corpse!"

Zhu Jun shouted loudly, but secretly said in his heart (the great credit is in front of you!) Just a yellow scarf, with a messy formation and poor equipment, how can you stop me Zhu Jun? ）

"Humph!"

Bo Cai snorted coldly, didn't say anything, waved his right hand, and 60,000 soldiers killed behind him, shouting to the sky!

Zhu Jun looked coldly at the 60,000 Yellow Turban Army in rags, armed with firewood knives and wooden sticks.

Five hundred steps

Three hundred steps

Two hundred steps

100 steps!

"Two wheels! Shoot! ”

Zhu Jun burst into tears

Sou~

Tens of thousands of arrows were neatly fired from the two battalions of Changshui and Shooting in the rear.

The first rain of arrows will fall, and the second will be shot.

Zhu Jun watched the first wave of arrow rain accurately nail the momentum of the Yellow Turban Vanguard, and forcibly interrupted its offensive in vain, and shook his head and stroked his short beard with satisfaction.

The Yellow Turban Pioneer General is also a brave man, and he glanced at his comrades who fell to the ground and wailed, these are his villagers! casually picked up a wooden shield with a few feather arrows on the side and put it on his head, and roared angrily, "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" Everyone, rush with me! "Be the first to charge!

The Yellow Turban soldiers behind him were once again aroused by the fighting spirit, and shouted loudly: The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and then closely followed the figure in front of him to continue to charge.

Woo Woo ~ didn't run a few steps, the second wave of arrow rain arrived, the leading general was hit by several arrows, the simple wooden shield could not effectively resist the arrows at all, the yellow turban striker was almost killed and wounded, and the few remaining people also retreated again and again, but blocked the yellow turban charging behind, and the offensive was completely contained!

The Yellow Turban archers behind had just begun to shoot arrows, scattered and weak.

Zhu Jun laughed proudly when he saw this, and shouted again

"Out!"

Sigh law ~

The horses roared in unison

On both sides, 6,000 cavalry and 6,000 cavalry rode out together.

The cavalry already had a great advantage over the infantry, let alone against the vagabonds.

On the left, Sun Jian took the lead, like a tiger descending the mountain, followed by Zu Mao and Cheng Pu, and the three of them led the cavalry as the front to form a simple arrow and plunged straight into the yellow scarf. I saw Sun Jian crouching slightly on his horse's sideburns, holding the Gudian knife in his right hand and slashing the panicked Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him.

Burst~~

A great head rose into the sky, and the blood gushing out of the headless corpse spilled Zu Mao behind him.

The yellow scarf collapsed at the touch of a button, like a hot knife cutting cream, and was easily chiseled through by Sun Jian.

On the right, Zhang Chao, the deputy general of Zhu Jun, led the cavalry to charge, although the courage was not as good as Sun Jian, but it was also fierce, and he only chiseled through the yellow scarf a quarter of an hour later than Sun Jian.

After Sun Jian wore the yellow scarf, he faced the 50,000 yellow scarves that were ready to be sent to the rear army, and looked at Bo Cai's indifferent face, and couldn't help but feel a little chilled. Glancing at Zhang Chao, who was also chiseled out, the two generals were unwilling to rush easily, so they decisively turned their horses' heads and pounced on the yellow turban in front that was already chaotic and began to collapse.

"Dog! Dogs! What about Qu Shuai? ”

A relatively sturdy middle-aged man in the yellow scarf spoke out.

"I don't know, I saw it before, and in the blink of an eye, the person is gone!"

A small, half-grown child behind him responded.

The two looked around in the crowd, trying to find their own Qu Shuai. Before the battle, they were repeatedly warned that they would be defeated by the Han army, but don't panic, just follow their own commander closely. If you are unfortunate enough to get separated, run to both sides, and you must not go backwards, you will die if you go back!

Bo Cai also understands that not to mention the 60,000 yellow scarves, even if the 110,000 yellow scarves are in the current situation, it is difficult to defeat Zhu Jun, so he has to gamble! Bet on the cohesion of the yellow scarf, bet on the belief of the yellow scarf!

Zhu Jun watched his two cavalry rush left and right in the enemy's army, and he was extremely proud

(Bocai is really just a traitor, when the general completely disperses the 60,000 yellow turbans, and defeats the remaining 50,000 yellow turbans in one fell swoop with a great victory, the great achievement is coming!) ）

Roar, roar, roar

The last phalanx of more than 10,000 infantry of the Han army began to advance steadily, squeezing the living space of the Yellow Turbans in front. It's like a round cake that has been torn apart little by little.

Seeing a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers fleeing from both sides, Zhu Jun felt that something was wrong. In his plan, these routs should be swept backwards under his drive, storming the remaining 50,000 yellow turbans.

This situation is very normal on the battlefield, and when the army is defeated, it will naturally run back.

Although Zhu Jun felt a little strange, he didn't intend to give up the current good situation, the 60,000 yellow scarves were all defeated by him, and now his morale was greatly boosted, and he was not afraid of the remaining 50,000 yellow scarves at all, although the 50,000 yellow scarves seemed to be better equipped.

Once again, Zhu Jun and Bo Cai came face to face.

This time, it was Zhu Jun's turn to disdain to talk to Bo Cai, and with a wave of his hand, the two reintegrated cavalry launched a charge again.

Bo Cai looked at the dead corpses all over the ground, looked at the Han cavalry who rushed to kill, smiled, and waved his hand, nearly 10,000 thin yellow turban soldiers held short knives and slashed at the cavalry, cutting not people, but horse legs! The yellow scarf in front of the war horse was almost knocked into the mouth spurting blood, the chest cavity was deformed, and it flew straight out.

People die, legs are broken!

Bo Cai smiled, human life is not valuable, although these are all die-hard believers of Taiping Dao, but they can make a deal with the cavalry and make a lot of money!

There are more than 10,000 people, and there is no boundary. He has 110,000 people under his account, and he can't command it at all, and the troops that can't be commanded are a burden. So he regarded the 60,000 yellow scarves as an outcast! Let 60,000 yellow turbans accept the slaughter of Zhu Jun's cavalry, and use their corpses as obstacles on the battlefield to restrict the movement of cavalry. As long as he restricts the cavalry's charging speed, he will have a way to kill the cavalry, nothing else, many others!

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!"

......

The exclusive slogan of the Yellow Turban was shouted, bleak and tragic. There were more and more echoes, and even caused the response of the Yellow Turbans to disperse, and soon the entire battlefield echoed this slogan, and the shouts of more than 100,000 people shook the sky!

Zhu Jun's face was very ugly, his cavalry was redeemed by the Yellow Turban for the horse's legs, and even Sun Jian was thrown off the horse by dozens of lifeless Yellow Turbans.

Without cavalry, he would not be able to control the battlefield! You can't fight if you want, you can leave if you want!

What's even more terrifying is that the yellow scarf that was defeated by him before is actually back! It is really not an easy matter to be able to rein in the rout that is controlled by fear in a short period of time, and he is now surrounded by the yellow turban on three sides!

Although the yellow scarves on both sides are not to worry about, but he has no cavalry now, once surrounded, 30,000 people will be surrounded by 100,000 people, plus he still has nearly 10,000 archers! He, Zhu Jun, will lose badly today! It's miserable!

(Withdrawn?) ）

Zhu Jun had to think about this problem, his rear is still safe now, the three sides are not completely together, and even the yellow scarves on both sides are still in a state of cold, and even the establishment is scattered, if he evacuates now, it is relatively safe.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed Sun Jian, who had come back from the embarrassment, with one hand, and asked:

"Wentai, don't you still have a unit recruited in Xiapi? Where are you now?! ”

When Sun Jian heard this, he wiped a handful of dirty blood on his face and said:

"I only got in touch yesterday, saying that I should be able to arrive today, but I don't know where it is."

"Damn it!"

Zhu Jun punched his mount fiercely.

Do you want to withdraw?

But does he Zhu Jun not want a face?!