"No ......"

A garrison battalion soldier Hou Zema raised his spear and stabbed at the chaotic enemy formation, fiercely piercing the chest of a yellow turban thief, blood splattered, and he was about to throw a shot, but when he looked at it, he let out a terrible roar: "No! …… Uncle......"

On the tip of the gun was a thin middle-aged man wearing a yellow scarf and a Confucian shirt, the middle-aged man vomited blood, and the military marquis screamed: "Tiger head ......"

"Tiger Head" is the nickname of the garrison marquis, his surname is Zhao Mingyu, he was a farmer in the countryside near Shouzhang County, because Song Shijiang took the heroes of Liangshan to reoccupy Shouzhang County, which was seized by the Yellow Turban, and recruited troops with heavy money and true feelings, and he joined the escort army under his touch. And because he grew up and was strong, trained in combat bravery, and because he read some books with his maternal uncle and could read and write hyphenations, which was quite rare among the people of Qianshou in the Han Dynasty, Lei Heng then promoted him to one of the four military marquis in the garrison, and held a total of 200 soldiers under his command.

"Nope! It's all people in the neighborhood! No! Stop it...... Stop......" Zhao Yu cried out miserably, he jumped off the horse, hugged his maternal uncle who died under his gun, and cried bitterly.

"Stop ......"

The soldiers of the Shouzhang garrison battalion holding high their swords and guns were stunned, how could they have thought that the rout army fleeing in confusion in front of them was actually the neighboring people! In front of him, wearing a yellow scarf and holding a knife and gun, it was actually the neighboring people! Dead under the swords and guns of the garrison soldiers, the stumps and arms were broken, the heads were separated, and the blood flowed like rivers were actually the neighboring people!

"What's going on? ......" a garrison commander grabbed a villager dressed in a yellow scarf who was rolling in urine and crying in embarrassment, and roared.

"They...... They drove us away...... If you don't come, you will kill...... Kill...... The mother-in-law and the dolls are all in their hands...... "The villager collapsed on the bloody ground and cried bitterly, crying out to the heavens and the earth."

At this time, the soldiers of the garrison clearly saw the chaotic queue of villagers dressed in yellow turbans, and at the end, hundreds of pawns dressed in yellow turbans were running backwards like a tide, so agile, so orderly, and fast.

"There is fraud! Hit the mark! Thunder pulled the reins of the horse and shouted!

"There is fraud! There are cavalry on the left side, on the left side! ......" At the head of the city, Ling Zhen clearly saw the smoke rising from the mountains on the left, sweeping towards the garrison outside the city like a sandstorm, and he was so anxious that he raised his throat and shouted.

The remaining city gate defenders and firearms demolition battalion soldiers shouted in unison: "There is fraud! Come back soon! Come back soon! ”

The soldiers of the garrison felt the earth tremble under their feet, and they also heard the sound of horses' hooves rumbling like thunder, and they all looked to the left. Two or three miles to the left, thousands of cavalrymen wrapped in yellow scarves were wrapped in billowing smoke and dust, their horses neighed, and the mountains and tsunamis rushed towards them.

"Back to the city! Get back to the city! ......" Ling Zhen and the defenders in the city shouted anxiously.

"Back to the city! Return! ......" The soldiers of the garrison under his command were screaming and shouting, pushing backwards, their faces were pale, cold sweat flowed, and their hands holding guns and shields were shaking involuntarily.

Lei Heng was also in a cold sweat, and Leng Jingjing's sweat had already wet the handle of his Pu knife. "Is it too late? ......" He smiled miserably and looked back at the distance from the city gate, two miles away, and the cavalry was two or three miles away from their garrison. By the time they reached the city gate on two legs, the cavalry had already rushed in, turning their backs to the enemy, and they were simply slaughtered, not to mention pouring into the narrow city gate, yes, the city gate, isn't it exactly what the Yellow Turban Army wants you to open?

"Good strategy!" Lei Heng understood everything. The Yellow Turban Army drove the neighboring villagers to pretend to be the Yellow Turbans, just to lure you into the garrison camp; Show the enemy weak, go to battle, charge into battle, chase, all for the sake of your garrison camp away from the city shelter; If your garrison does not return to the city, the cavalry will devour the infantry; If your garrison flees back to the city, the gates of the city will be wide open, and the men will take the city!

Lei Heng figured it all out in an instant, he laughed miserably, laughed miserably, and let out an earth-shattering roar: "Array! …… Enemy! ”

The four military marquis shouted bitterly: "Array...... ...... against the enemy"

The garrison all understood, and they looked back at the city nostalgically, silently forming a formation under the roar of the military marquis. The first row of shield soldiers knelt sideways on the ground, their shields stuck on the ground at a 60-degree angle, and their shoulders tightly supported their shields; Behind them was a row of shields, and then a row, and the pawns were like rocky mountains, unmoving. The spearmen leaned close together against each other across the shields, and the spears were pierced straight out of the shield's eyes, like hedgehogs, and the spearmen placed their spears on the ground at forty-five degrees, with one foot in front, against the tail end of the spear, and one foot behind the back, to support their bodies. There were very few archers, and when they rushed into battle before, a large number of soldiers discarded their bows and crossbows, and only picked up hundreds of them nearby, all of which were drawn with bows and crossbows, and the arrows were ready to be drawn. The battle to the death is imminent, and the air is stagnant!

Ling Zhen slapped his fist at the battlements in pain, "No! Come back! ……”。

He turned to his busy subordinates at the head of the city and roared, "Artillery, is the artillery ready?" But he himself knows best, how can it be so fast! Dozens of squatting and hundreds of kilograms of artillery had to be moved out of the barracks, carried up to the city, and the base had to be erected, so how could the 400 soldiers of the firearms blasting battalion be in time? The soldiers carried and carried, and they were so tired that they were sweating profusely.

Ling Zhen knew that it would never be too late, and he originally arranged a five-person responsibility system, that is, one team was responsible for one squat artillery, with one team commander, one gunner, one deputy, and two ammunition men. A special person is in charge of a squat artillery, and everyone circles around their artillery. Ling Zhen hissed and shouted: "Twenty people are a group, set up twenty squatting cannons first, and put down the rest ......" Hearing Ling Zhen's order, the subordinates immediately dropped the cannon in their hands, and formed a group of four soldiers nearby, and hurriedly raised the cannon.

It's a lot, but it's a moment. Lei Heng looked at the rumbling smoke and dust that was getting closer and closer, tore open the throat of the earth-shaking and roared, "Fight with them!" ”

"Fight!" The soldiers of the garrison roared in unison.

Suddenly, a rude voice shouted and scolded: "Damn, I haven't eaten enough meat." I've only eaten meat for half a year in my life! ”

"Dog, why are you still there!" As soon as I heard it, I knew that it was the head of the dog baby who shouted.

The dog baby ignored the tun chief and continued to scold: "Damn the yellow scarf, damn it, damn it." Shouzhang Laozi is living well, where can I eat meat for five days in the camp. Half a year, only half a year......" he kept scolding.

Lei Heng's eyes were wide and angry, his beard was open, and he roared: "Alive, alive, there is meat all of a sudden, and all the silver money of Lao Tzu will be taken out to buy meat for you......"

"To live, drive out the Yellow Turban!" A military marquis on horseback beside him also shouted, "Lao Tzu also take it out!" ”

"Stay alive, drive away the Yellow Turbans! ......" everyone roared, cheering themselves up.

The sky was slowly darkening, and the blood-red sunset on the horizon reflected the yellow turban on the heads of the rushing and whistling yellow turban cavalry, reflecting the bewitching Xuanhuang. "Shoot", the garrison battalion soldier roared, and more than 100 bows and crossbows carried the sound of breaking wind and roared towards the Yellow Turban cavalry. There was no need to aim at all, and dozens of cavalrymen screamed and rolled off their galloping horses.

It's a pity that there is no second chance to shoot arrows. "Kill!" The Yellow Turban Cavalry roared, laughing cruelly, flat-ended spears, raising broadswords, and the torrent of black crushing iron cavalry slammed into the hedgehog of spear and shield.

"Ah......h

"Hiss......"

Because of the momentum, the horses in the front row were inserted into their bodies by countless spears, they trampled indiscriminately with a scream, and fell down heavily, and the yellow turban cavalry on their bodies were swept away without even having time to shout, and fell under the iron hooves of the war horses in the back row, their bodies were like paper paste, and their brains were shattered.

The situation in the garrison camp is even worse! The shield blocked the horse's momentum, and the spear pierced into the horse's body, but the soldiers in the front row had already been knocked high by the huge impact of the horse, and fell in the back, breaking their sternum, spitting blood, and screaming again and again.

The second row, the third row, row after row of steel torrents crashed with an unstoppable impact, and the array of the garrison camp was like grass in a rainstorm bearing a violent impact.

The sonorous sound of weapons colliding, the screams of men and horses falling to the ground, the sound of weapons tearing apart the bones of the body, and the desperate and crazy killing cries played here the mournful music of knocking on the gates of hell.

Behind the infantry of the garrison battalion were only a dozen or so soldiers on horseback. Lei Heng looked left and right, and roared: "Kill!" ", the horse's belly clamped, raised the Pu knife and rushed up. Kill! ......" Zhao Yu and the other four military marquis and the rest of the cavalry also roared, picked up their spears and rushed forward.

Lei Heng rushed up, sideways to avoid the oncoming spear, "kill", his eyes widened angrily, and the Pu knife in his hand slashed at the horse, and the yellow turban cavalry screamed, fell off the horse, and wanted to cover the half-broken thigh. Lei Heng didn't care about him anymore, and Pu Dao took advantage of the situation and blocked the spear stabbed by another Yellow Turban cavalry on the right. "Kill", he roared again, and with a heavy swing of the knife, the head of the second Yellow Turban cavalry flew up.

The military marquis Zhao Yu also rushed to the enemy, the spear was as fast as lightning, and a shot pierced the body of an oncoming yellow turban cavalryman, the cavalry screamed, but did not give up, and used his last strength to cut down the big knife in his hand. Zhao Yu flashed sideways and dodged the big knife, but several spears pierced him on the opposite side. There was no way to avoid it, "poof" and "poof" a few times, and the spear pierced into Zhao Yu's body, and the blood was like a fountain.

"General......" Zhao Yu spat blood, glanced at Lei Heng, who was fighting in front of him with his last eye, screamed in a low voice, slammed the saddle, and died.

Lei Heng slashed through several spears that were stabbed over, turned around and looked back, his eyes were cracked, and he roared bitterly: "Zhao Yu! A cavalryman next to him saw the opportunity, and the big knife in his hand whistled and slashed down. General", a marquis on the left hurriedly pounced on the cavalry, knocking the cavalryman down, and both of them fell to the ground. The enemy quadrupled, but he couldn't turn it over, and the marquis didn't have time to hold his gun, so he opened his mouth and bit the enemy's throat.

"Hiss......" The cavalryman hissed, rolled his eyes, flapped his legs, and died with his eyes open. Seeing this, the Yellow Turban cavalry on the side pierced several spears together, and the spears of the military marquis entered the body, blood rushed to the sky, and he died heroically.

"Ah......" Lei Heng's eyes were bloody, and he roared wildly, like a mad tiger, and the Pu knife danced like the wind, and in an instant, the Yellow Turban cavalry surrounded on all sides fell, blood splashed, and flesh foam flew.

Suddenly, a rough voice sounded: "This is a general, I'm coming!" ”