Near the banner of the word "Zong", I am afraid that there are only members of the sect and others. Zhang Luo didn't want to have a hard fight with the sect members, the current subordinates were all taught by Zhang Luo with great effort, and this group of people will be the core of the future army and the seeds of the future. Therefore, what Zhang Luo was waiting for was the time when the sect members and others escaped, and the loss of troops in pursuit and hard work was completely different.

Sure enough, after the vanguard of the Han army successfully escaped, the follow-up troops ran faster and faster. The fighting spirit of the Han army confronting Zhang Luo was also greatly reduced, and many Han troops began to look left and right.

"Archers! Crossbowmen! Get ready to shoot! Zhang Luo shouted.

The Yellow Turban sergeant, whose will to fight was also much relaxed, tensed his nerves again.

A minute later, Zhang Luo saw a group of Han troops trying to pass through the "danger zone" facing Zhang Luo, and one of them bumped into the Han army dragging a gun from behind, disrupting the Han army's queue somewhat.

"Attack! Shoot! The ring knife in Zhang Luo's hand swung down violently.

In a round of arrow rain, the slightly chaotic queue of the Han army immediately became chaotic. The Han army, who was in a hurry to flee, tried to flee even more after hearing the sound of falling strings, trying to get out of the firing area as soon as possible. But the narrow road couldn't accommodate so many people, so the Han army was pushed from behind.

At this time, the distance between the Han army and Zhang Luo was only fifty steps, and the four sections struck over, and the Han army was already screaming. How could Zhang Luo let go of such a good opportunity, he shouted: "The crossbowmen continue to build arrows!" The second tun sword and shield for the spear, the first tun, charge! ”

Pei Yuanshao had been waiting for this order for a long time, and after listening to Zhang Luo's shout, Pei Yuanshao broke off and shouted: "Brothers of the first tun, rush with me!" ”

Pei Yuanshao led more than 100 of his subordinates to line up in a horizontal line to kill, and the Han army in front of him was instantly stabbed down by the dense spears. The Han army, which was not stabbed, retreated again and again, and with a series of screams when falling, dozens of Han soldiers fell into the river valley. In just a moment, Pei Yuanshao cut the Han army's waist into two ends.

Zhang Luo rushed up with the second tun with a changed spear and followed the first tun, and when he saw a charge, he completed his goal, and he ordered Pei Yuanshao to chase down the Han army that fled out of the river valley. The second tun attacked the mountain. Soon the crossbowmen were also loaded, and Zhang Luo ordered them to follow Pei Yuanshao down the mountain to kill.

The sound of swords, the roar, the screams of the arrows, the screams of falling off the cliff. In a matter of moments, the battle was in a fever pitch. Zhang Luo also wanted to rush to the front line to lead the brothers to fight, the gun array of Taiping Road was very neat, and round after round of fierce stabs forced the Han army to flee to the mountain.

At this time, the shouting and killing behind the Han army became louder and louder, and it seemed that Zhang Liang had annihilated Dong Zhuo's troops who were heading in the direction of Quyang, and the troops of Taiping Dao were like a torrent of mountains and killed out of the valley.

The Han army no longer had the heart to fight, and they fled to other roads in the valley, and those who could not find the way struggled to climb the mountain wall.

Dong Zhuo didn't let go of any Taiping Dao people yesterday, men, women and children were killed by the Han army led by him. Now the Han army knows very well that if it falls into the hands of the boiling vengeful Taiping Dao, there is only one way to die - all the Han troops are trying to escape.

The second tuntun chief was Zhou Cang, and Zhang Luo finally dragged Zhou Cang out of the team that was attacking the mountain. Zhou Cang had already thrown the coat and hat into nowhere, and there was a lot of blood splashed on the collar and shoulders of the face.

Zhang Luo ordered loudly: "Your second tun is here, and I will now take the others down the mountain to chase the Han army." Do you understand? ”

"Got it!" Zhou Cang shouted, and then he pushed away his brother who was blocking the way in front of him, and squeezed towards the front with his spear.

Zhang Luo looked at the rise of Zhou Cang, who was killed, and the spear team of the second tun. On the mountain road, according to the training, the pikemen formed a dense array, the first row was a spear stab, and the second row put the spear on the shoulders of the first row. The array of pikemen ran forward like a tank with dozens of barrels in front of it, without stopping.

If the Han army's Chinese army did not flee to the bottom of the mountain, the sect member could still command the Han army to use a platoon of guns to deal with such a dense array of guns. But at this time, the sect members had fled down the mountain, and the remaining Han army had no commander at all, so where was there still fighting spirit to speak of. If it weren't for the blockage of the road behind, they would have fled in all directions. Even if they were blocked on the mountain road, the Han army would rather jump into the valley than resist desperately.

Seeing that the Han army had no chance of turning the tide of the battle at all, Zhang Luo and Guan Hai, the commander of the third tuntun, shouted, "Lead the team to chase me down the mountain!" ”

Guan Hai said hello, and the brothers of the third tun began to pursue the Han army with spears on their shoulders.

On the mountain road down the mountain, the Han army fell all the way, and each of them was an arrow in the back. Zhang Luo and the others jumped down from the mountain road, and a Han soldier who fell in the middle of the road saw Zhang Luo and others rushing down and tried to get up and dodge. The guy was a petty officer, with an arrow in his thigh, and he only held up his upper body, but he couldn't crawl, and he waved the knife indiscriminately.

When Zhang Luo passed by the Han army, he continued to go down the mountain and cut off the guy's head with a knife. Looking from a distance, I saw a group of Taiping Road sergeants holding spears and chasing a long group of Han soldiers like ducks. That was the army led by Pei Yuanshao. The way down the mountain is easier to walk, and they still have to kill the Han army, after all, it is impossible to run with all their strength. After chasing for more than ten minutes, Zhang Luo finally caught up.

The rain had stopped by this time, and the mountain road was slippery. Zhang Luo and the others also wore straw sandals on top of the military boots on their feet, and many straw sandals had already broken at this time. The military shoes sucked up the water and were also heavy to death. At this point in the battle, he couldn't remember where he had run away. However, as soon as he rushed into a new valley, Zhang Luo saw a lot of corpses appear in front of him. There was a thick smell of blood in the valley.

Zhang was stunned for a moment, when was there still a battle here? But if you smell it carefully, the bloody smell is not the fresh smell of blood, and there is already some rotten smell in the bloody gas in this valley. Now he understood that they had rushed to Liaoling, where yesterday's bloody battle was made.

When I looked closely, the clothes of the corpses on the ground were indeed the clothes of Taiping Road. Even if there is no special family relationship with the war dead of these Taiping Dao rear army. But Zhang Luo still couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart. Like him, the attention of the soldiers of Taiping Road involuntarily focused on these war dead, because they couldn't bear to step on the war dead of Taiping Road, and everyone couldn't help but slow down.

The Han army did not have such concerns, they knew that if they ran slowly, it would be a dead end. No matter what they were stepping on, the Han army ran forward frantically, and soon opened up the distance from Taiping Road.

Zhang Luo saw that the troops were running slower and slower, and knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the Han army, so he ordered to stop.

The troops slowly held their pace, looking at the corpses of their comrades, men and women, old and young. The Han army had already run away at this time, and Zhang Luo and the others also stopped their pace. The valley is quiet. The corpses everywhere showed how tragic yesterday's battle really was, with some of the brothers who had died in the Taiping Road lying face up on the ground, still clutching a stone in their hands. It turned out that before he died, he had to smash the Han army with a stone.

Zhang Luo couldn't stand it anymore, he shouted: "Close!" Return to the army! ”

Pei Yuanshao was out of breath, he ran over and said, "Qu Shuai, let's rest and chase again." ”

Zhang Luo shook his head, "No, let's close the team." Don't take the mountain road this time, let's go to the river valley! ”

"Why?" Bian Xi, the leader of the marching army, also asked breathlessly, because there was no reconnaissance mission, he also joined the spear team with his brother from the reconnaissance unit, and it was temporarily under the command of Pei Yuanshao.

Zhang Luo said viciously: "Some Han soldiers jumped off the valley. The valley is not very steep, but I am afraid that some Han soldiers have escaped with their lives. Let's search along the valley and not let go of any of them. ”

Seeing the corpses of the Taiping Dao brothers covering the valley, Zhang Luo's murderous intent not only did not relax, but became more intense.