Gao Tai smiled, in his heart, he had to complete the things that Gongzi had told him to do, and then he would strengthen himself.

He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said: "By the way, when Gongzi was cultivating just now, Huang Shao sent someone over and said that there was a team of officers and soldiers in front, let Gongzi lead people to meet the attack! Be sure to defeat the other party." ”

As more than 20,000 Yellow Turbans continued to move north, more and more officers and soldiers were encountered on the way, most of whom were sent to Changshe to support Huangfu Song. As the saying goes, saving people is like fighting fire, and the battle of Changshe is related to the overall situation of the world, and the Han court will definitely not watch Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun trapped in the dead city.

In addition to the Sanhe cavalry that continued to be gathered in Luoyang, all the counties near Yingchuan received military orders from the Han court, asking them to send reinforcements to a greater or lesser extent.

Gao Cheng's Yellow Turban Army has about 20,000 troops, the scale is not big or small, and the officers and soldiers of the same strength are certainly not opponents, but against small-scale officers and soldiers, they can pounce on it and bite hard.

"Let me personally lead someone to meet the attack?" Gao Cheng frowned slightly, he had been immersed in cultivation these days, and he was more reluctant to fight on the battlefield and the like.

He had an unspeakable concern in his heart, and that was that as his status in the Yellow Turban Army grew, so did his fame.

The position of lieutenant is nothing, and the impact is relatively small. Once he became the commander of the Yellow Turban, he was qualified to lead an army alone and appear in the field of vision of the Han Dynasty. At that time, no matter how he explains, he will be regarded as a rebel by the Han officials and soldiers.

The power of Taiping Dao is far inferior to that of the Han Dynasty, and this rebellion will definitely not succeed, the more joyful you dance in the Yellow Turban Army, the faster you will die in the future.

However, Gao Cheng also knew that this time he could no longer shirk, when he was following the army to the north, Huang Shao continued to fight with the official and military reinforcements who supported the Changshe, Gao Cheng basically didn't make much moves, and when others were fighting in front of him at the risk of life and death, he paddled in the back.

This kind of behavior made many of the generals who were originally dissatisfied with him even more dissatisfied. Gao Cheng can't shirk it this time, Huang Shao will definitely be suspicious of him.

If Huang Shao, who had reached the seventh level of training, was angry, even if there were 3,000 people under Gao Cheng's command, he would not be able to bear the anger and blows of the other party.

"At this time, let me face the officers and soldiers, is it for me to send a letter of surrender?" Gao Cheng's thought flashed in his heart, he was from a family, and most of the people in the Yellow Turban Army used to be ordinary people. Not all the way at all.

Fortunately in normal times, Gao Cheng's identity will only make ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers in awe, but on the eve of the war, most of the Yellow Turban Army will subconsciously doubt Gao Cheng, thinking that he will secretly communicate with officers and soldiers.

"There's no way to get out now, hey, I can't help myself, I can only personally lead people to defeat the officers and soldiers according to Huang Shao's military order, so as not to be suspicious!"

Gao Cheng thought for a moment and asked Gao Tai and Zhang Chen to gather their soldiers and horses. In a few moments, more than 2,000 Yellow Turban soldiers gathered, nearly 2,000 of whom were pikemen, and the remaining few were sword and shield bearers and archers.

Last time, the officers and soldiers attacked the camp at night and lost all the supplies, so these newly formed soldiers under Gao Cheng's command were holding newly sharpened wooden spears in their hands.

Gao Cheng looked at his subordinates, most of them were not very strong, only the sword and shield bearers and archers still had some appearance, after he handed over the matter of leading troops and training to Gao Tai and Zhang Chen, these two were meticulous and urged the soldiers to train every day.

With enough food and grass to support them, these people are finally no longer a rabble after training.

"Let's go!"

After having a rough estimate of the strength of his subordinates, Gao Cheng immediately ordered Gao Tai and Zhang Chen to march forward with soldiers and horses, and according to the news from the scouts, a thousand-strong team of officers and soldiers was ten miles ahead.

At this time, after many days of trekking and marching, the Yellow Turban army has come to the territory of Yingyin County. Yingyin County was attacked by the Yellow Turban army not long ago, and the city wall was fortunately defended, but the officers and soldiers in the city suffered heavy casualties, and they were unable to control the villages, forts and fields outside the city.

Therefore, Gao Cheng did not have to worry about the sudden appearance of the officers and soldiers of Yingyin County, and followed the army quickly with confidence, and it didn't take long for him to see a small hill in the distance.

There were about 1,000 officers and soldiers and more than a dozen grain trucks on the hillside, and when the Yellow Turban scouts discovered them, the officers and soldiers were also aware of them, and quickly relied on the hillside and grain trucks to arrange defenses.

"Did the scouts find out the origin of this group of officers and soldiers?" asked Gao Cheng. He found that the leader of the officers and soldiers who led the team reacted very quickly and was a good talent.

Zhang Chen, who was not far away, urged the war horse and stepped forward to reply: "The scout reported that this team of men and horses should be reinforcements sent by Xiangcheng to Changshe, and nothing else can be found. ”

Gao Cheng nodded, he saw that there were many archers in the opposing team, and the bows and arrows were fired in volleys, and the Yellow Turban cavalry did not dare to get too close.

After simple training, more than 2,000 Yellow Turban soldiers formed a simple formation and slowly approached the hillside. The officers and men behind the grain cart have already bent their bows and arrows, ready to meet the enemy at any time.

Gao Tai and Zhang Chen were very cautious, and when they saw that the other side was well defended, they sent sword and shield men to form a shield wall to cover the pikemen and archers in the rear.

Gao Cheng did not rush to the front, but stayed behind on horseback to watch the battle, he held a longbow in his hand, and his eyes kept scanning the hillside in front of him, looking for the leader of this group of officers and soldiers.

With a shout of killing, the archers on both sides shot feather arrows, and there was a constant whistling sound in the sky, and the sword and shield hands in front of them had a shield defense, blocking most of the feather arrows that were shot, without causing much damage. And the officers and men on the defense were condescending, and the losses were even more slight.

After the battle began, the leaders of the officers and soldiers needed to come forward to command, and they could no longer hide, revealing their figures.

"Found it!" Gao Cheng's eyes lit up, and he saw a young man with a scarf appear in the crowd on the hillside in the distance, and began to command the archers of the army to adjust the angle and start the second round of arrow rain cover.

Another rain of arrows fell from the sky, and this time with the adjustment of the young man, the feathered arrows sent by the archers of the officers and soldiers directly cut an arc, crossed the sword and shield hands in front, and knocked down the pikemen who followed closely behind.

"Ah, my thighs!"

Not many of the pikemen who fell to the ground were killed, most of them were unsuspecting, and were hit in the body by arrows falling from the sky. Lying on the ground, he kept wailing and screaming.

Gao Cheng ignored these people, and instead focused his attention on the young man opposite, who was holding a longbow and a long sword hanging from his waist, dressed as a standard Confucian scholar.

The young man on the opposite side bent his bow and drew arrows, and a streamer of light roared out, passing through the shield wall that was constantly approaching, and accurately drilling into the throat of a sword and shield hand.

Then the young man seemed to have noticed someone peeping, and when he turned his eyes, he also saw Gao Cheng looking at him from a distance.

"What a precise archery! It's a pity that there is a little less strength. If I'm not mistaken, this person on the other side should be a scholar between the second and fifth layers of soul cultivation!" Gao Cheng's eyes flashed, his mind turned, and he quickly got a lot of information.