Chapter Seventy-Five: A Desperate Breakout

"Kill! Rush out! Go and meet the great sages! Zhang Bao personally mounted his war horse, drew his sword, and shouted at the conquest army in the distance.

"Rush!" Under the leadership of Yellow Turban officers at all levels, more than 100,000 Yellow Turban troops began to charge.

"Longbow!" Yao Jie shouted with a megaphone.

Some of the soldiers in the conquest army raised their huge longbows.

Yao Jie looked at the approaching Yellow Turban Army, estimating the distance in his heart.

"Shoot!" Five thousand longbowmen shot at the Yellow Turbans from a distance of nearly three hundred paces.

The Yellow Turban Army, who had never seen a bow and arrow with such a long range, was instantly stupid, and the rain of arrows fell into the Yellow Turban Army's formation, knocking down those stunned Yellow Turban Army one after another, and the entire Yellow Turban Army formation screamed.

"Keep rushing, if you can't rush out, everyone will die!" Some of the Yellow Turban cadets saw that many soldiers were stunned and did not move, and when they went up, they kicked them to the ground and cursed in their mouths.

Soon, the Yellow Turban Army launched another charge amid shouting and whipping by officers at all levels.

"Crossbow!" Yao Jie shouted again.

As a regular army of the Han Dynasty, the conquest army naturally will not lack these weapons, plus the warehouses in Zhuo County, which are almost empty, there is no shortage of all kinds of weapons.

A burly crossbowman raised the large yellow crossbow in his hand and prepared in the direction of the Yellow Turbans.

"Put!" Yao Jie pulled out the Qingyu sword and pointed at the Yellow Turban Military Road.

"Whew!" Eight thousand crossbowmen fired arrows at the same time, and the arrows covered the sky and the sun, and the powerful rhubarb crossbow arrows easily penetrated the armor of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Ahh A Yellow Turban lieutenant clutched his chest, where a crossbow bolt pierced deep into his chest, his armor that was far more workmanlike than an ordinary soldier did not do anything in the slightest, the crossbow arrow shot through the armor like a piece of tofu, the Yellow Turban captain screamed a few times, blood gushing out of his mouth and chest, and after a while he was silent.

The rest of the Yellow Turban soldiers were no better, and countless Yellow Turban soldiers fell in despair under this weapon that once terrified the Huns.

"Go on, it's not easy for the Han army's big yellow crossbow to be loaded, so take the opportunity to kill it!" Zhang Bao cut down several Yellow Turban soldiers who were fleeing backwards and shouted loudly.

Listening to Zhang Bao's words, the other Yellow Turban soldiers also came to their senses, braved the rain of arrows, and rushed to the conquest army formation in the distance with their heads down.

"Royal!" A huge shield one person high stood up, and countless spears drilled out of the gaps in the shield, pointing at the Yellow Turban Army in front of them, like a giant hedgehog.

"Boom!" The Yellow Turbans at the front slammed into the giant shield, countless Yellow Turbans were pierced by spears, and even several people appeared strung on a spear.

The formation of the Yellow Turban Army is too dense, more than 100,000 people are charging in front of this large formation that is only a few hundred meters wide, and more than 100,000 people are crowded together, even if those soldiers want to avoid the spear, it is difficult for many soldiers to be squeezed by the people around them, and they can only helplessly watch the spear penetrate their chests.

The soldiers of the conquest army were also uncomfortable, although the people holding huge shields at the front were all strong and strong men, but in the face of the impact of countless Yellow Turban troops, even the strong men could not withstand it.

The huge impact force was transmitted through the giant shield, making those soldiers feel a tightness in their chests, and some soldiers even broke bones under the continuous impact of the Yellow Turban Army, and the archers behind the shield array were also constantly releasing arrows, killing and injuring those Yellow Turban soldiers who had almost no protection.

"Up! Break through them! The generals of the Yellow Turban Army behind couldn't help but shout anxiously when they saw that the shield array was like a solid embankment blocking the Yellow Turban Army that was charging like a flood.

"The order went down, the army contracted the encirclement, and it was going to trap these 100,000 Yellow Turban traitors in the formation." Yao Jie saw that the Yellow Turban Army's frontal attack was very crazy, and the pressure on the soldiers of the conscription army was extremely great, so he ordered.

Soon, the conquest army, which had already besieged the Yellow Turban Legion, began to continue to advance, compressing the living space of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Quick, rush over!" Zhang Bao saw that the conquest army continued to advance, and the situation became more and more critical, so he shouted in a hurry, Zhang Bao knew that the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable the situation would be for the Yellow Turban Army.

Now the Yellow Turban Army is relying on this spirit to charge desperately, wanting to fight a bloody way, if the time passes, the Yellow Turban Army's sharp spirit will be dispersed, and the morale will inevitably decline, thus losing the last chance.

"The officers and soldiers can't do it, rush over and fight a bloody way!" Zhang Bao kept shouting from behind.

"Hold on!" The generals of the conscription army at all levels in the big array were also shouting incessantly to boost morale.

"Hit!" Behind the shield array, thousands of soldiers of the conquest army armed with short spears threw short spears into the air.

Divided into several groups of soldiers in waves of their short spears thrown out, a Yellow Turban soldier nailed to the ground, although the damage caused to the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban Army insignificant, but it greatly deterred those Yellow Turban Army who forgot to die, watching their comrades die so tragically, the Yellow Turban Army charging in front of the army only fell in vain in front of the captive army, many of the Yellow Turban Army who were not strong-willed have retreated, and the other Yellow Turban Army saw that others were greedy for life and afraid of death and retreated, and they also thought carefully and began to retreat, only a few stunned people are still rushing forward.

"Ahh The remaining hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers in front fell under the spears, and then those Yellow Turban soldiers realized that before they knew it, there were already piles of corpses in front of the shield array, and countless Yellow Turban soldiers fell under the rain of arrows, and there were dead corpses everywhere.

"Rush, give it to me!" Zhang Bao was stunned when he saw the Yellow Turban Army, picked up his sword and cut down a few Yellow Turban Army soldiers around him, and the other Yellow Turban Army generals also reacted, raised the long whip in their hands, and hit the Yellow Turban Army in front of him, and kept scolding in his mouth: "Chong, whoever dares to cower will be killed!" ”

"Supervise the team to prepare, look at it, whoever dares to retreat, immediately correct the law on the spot!" A Yellow Turban general shouted, and after saying that, he hit a nearby Yellow Turban soldier with a braid.

Under the whipping of the Yellow Turban generals, the Yellow Turban Army that stopped moving forward also started to charge again, but a strange atmosphere appeared in the Yellow Turban Army, unlike before, the current Yellow Turban Army has been afraid, just forced to attack under the pressure of the generals behind, and the Yellow Turban Army was charging for their own lives, unconsciously, a resentment against those generals rose from the hearts of all the Yellow Turban soldiers, and even the soldiers of those Supervision Teams looked at the tragic situation in front of them, and their mentality was constantly changing.