Zhang Yu came back from the rescue, but only lost more than 300 cavalry.

Originally, according to Zhang Yu's estimate, the loss of seven or eight hundred was wanted, but he didn't expect those yellow scarves to suddenly expire, giving Zhang Yu a chance.

"It's cheap, this kid, why wasn't this kid killed by the Yellow Turban." When Zhang Yu knew that Yuan Zhan had rescued him, he secretly cursed in his heart.

If Zhang Yu knew in advance that it was Yuan Zhan who was directing the battle, he might find an opportunity to kill him directly.

Back in the camp, Zhang Yu went directly to Huangfu Song to give orders, and then asked Huang Zhong to hide with the cavalry.

At this time, Zhang Yu was looking at the entire battlefield, and the situation was still very unfavorable to the officers and soldiers.

"More than half of the casualties are lost, and if this continues, I am afraid that in the end there will not be much left of the officers and soldiers." Zhang Yu secretly thought about it in his heart.

Huangfu Song is on the high platform, with deep vision, summarizing the situation of all parties.

"The north gate is under heavy attack."

"The pressure at the South Gate is also high."

"Without arrows, casualties rise very quickly."

Huangfu Song was thinking.

Of course, he could retreat with a large army, but he knew that Lu Zhi was his fate.

He is not afraid of being demoted or something.

What he is afraid of is that the imperial court will send another person like Dong Zhuo, and in the end, he can only bury the elite soldiers of this imperial court, and then the entire Han will really be finished.

So although he knew that the probability of defeat was greater than the hope of victory, Huangfu Song still gritted his teeth and insisted.

Even if the whole army is wiped out, he will try his best to spell out the strength of the Yellow Turban.

Huangfu Song suddenly turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yu's military formation.

In addition to the 10,000 reserve troops in his hands, now only the soldiers and horses in Zhang Yu's hands can be mobilized.

But Huangfu Song easily did not dare to use Zhang Yu, now he is not afraid that he will take credit, but afraid that he will drop the chain in order to preserve his strength.

However, Huangfu Song has no choice more and more.

"The two armies in front are combined, let Zhang Yu lead the legion to the top." Huangfu Song ordered.

Huangfu Song ordered, and the legions in front began to move, and Zhang Yu did not refuse, and sent people to go up.

Soon, Zhang Yu arrived at the position and received the attack of the Yellow Turban.

"The shield array resisted, and the archers attacked the echelon behind the Yellow Turban."

"Hold on."

Zhang Yu did not order the archers to attack the yellow turban in front, but directly asked them to attack the yellow turban in the rear.

The shield array composed of 3,000 people surrounded Zhang Yu and their legions, firmly blocking the attack of the Yellow Turban.

The archers in the rear were plentiful with arrows, round after round.

"It's now, withdraw the shield array and kill it."

Zhang Yu shouted, asked the soldiers to withdraw the shield array at the same time, and then he led people to rush out.

The soldiers who put down their shields immediately drew their knives and followed Zhang Yu out.

What Zhang Yu is waiting for is now, waiting until the effect of the medicine has passed and they are weakened before attacking.

About 3,000 people were killed, and all the yellow turbans that had no ability to resist were cut down at once.

After killing for a while, Zhang Yu ordered a retreat when he saw that the slaughter was almost done.

After a rush, the Yellow Turban lost more than 2,000 people, and then the Yellow Turban in the back came up again, but at this time Zhang Yu had already retreated.

"Damn."

"Zhang Yu is so obscene."

"There's a kind of fighting, don't keep cowering in a turtle shell."

The yellow turbans scolded one after another, Zhang Yu and the others waited until the yellow turbans had finished their effects before they came out, and the rest of the time they hid in the turtle shell.

As the war continued, these yellow scarves drank the medicine in advance, and some of them took the medicine out of the city to drink, in order to better control the time of the effect of the medicine.

In the battle of the three city gates, the west gate where Zhang Yu and they were located did not seem to be the direction of the Yellow Turban's main attack, and the Yellow Turban had always maintained a rhythm.

And the remaining south and north gates are under the attack of the Yellow Turban storm.

For the last 10,000 people, Huangfu Song did not move, and he did not move when he saw that the north gate was about to be breached.

An hour later, the camp at the North Gate was breached, and less than 3,000 men had withdrawn.

At this time, there were still more than 20,000 men and horses in the early 20,000s on the West Gate, and the situation of the camp at the South Gate was not very good, and thousands of officers and soldiers were making the last resistance.

Both sides took out their final hole cards and began to fight hard.

Even Zhang Yu, the archer's arms were sore, and he had to reduce the frequency and let the soldiers rest.

Huangfu Song has always stood on a high platform, commanding the battle while stabilizing the morale of the army.

"No, the cavalry must be allowed to attack again, the Yellow Turban offensive is rapid, and the officers and soldiers of the South Gate are afraid that it will not be long before they stop."

Zhang Yu roughly estimated that there were still more than 80,000 people in the Yellow Turban at this time, and if all of them took medicine, their combat strength would not be lower than that of the officers and soldiers, and there were many of them at this time, and they would suffer a lot when they fought.

Zhang Yu secretly ordered Huang Zhong to choose an opportunity to support the South Gate.

"Hold it with a shield."

"Hold on."

"Archers attack the enemy in front."

At this time, the pressure was too great, Zhang Yu's soldiers and horses also lost more than a thousand people, and the shield array was a little unbearable, so Zhang Yu could only command the archers to support.

Half an hour later.

"Ding~ System prompt: Congratulations to the host for killing the Yellow Turban Marshal Ma Yuanyi, with a reward of 50,000 points, 20 prestige, and 10 force values."

While directing the operation, the system sends a prompt.

"It must have been Han Sheng's shot, but I didn't expect to shoot Ma Yuanyi all at once, Ma Yuanyi has lived until now because of me, and now he is dead because of me."

Zhang Yu sighed in his heart.

At the south gate, when Huang Zhong suddenly appeared and shot Ma Yuanyi, the generals took the opportunity to retreat.

In the end, they were asked to withdraw more than 3,000 people.

The withdrawn officers and troops assembled at the West Gate.

At this point, there is only one battlefield left for both sides.

"The last moment is coming." On the last battlefield, Zhang Yu knew that it was already the last time.

The yellow turbans also pressed over, and they still had an army of 70,000 at this time.

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang personally led the army.

"General Huangfu, you can't go on like this, you must take the initiative to attack, otherwise your troops will be exhausted by the yellow turbans little by little." Zhang Yu was covered in blood, got on the high platform, and said to Huangfu Song.

"General Zhang, needless to say, if you retreat, the old man will not withdraw his troops, as for taking the initiative to attack, do you think it's a good idea?"

With the current situation, the casualties of the officers and soldiers are far smaller than those of the Yellow Turbans, so they can fight off some more Yellow Turbans.

According to Huangfu Song's estimate, as long as the command is done properly, according to their current situation, they can completely fight the 50,000 Yellow Turban army, then in the end, the Yellow Turban plus the Yellow Turban in the city, there are less than 40,000 left, and then they will not be able to fight Luoyang.

Around Luoyang, including Luoyang City, there are tens of thousands of officers and soldiers to defend.

"General Huangfu, there may be any way for these yellow turbans to instantly increase their combat power, but there is a time limit, once the time passes, they will become very weak, and it is not worth it for us to spend so little by little with them."

Zhang Yu wiped his face and said: "It's better for our whole army to press up, so that the yellow turban can't control the time, and there may be a possibility of turning defeat into victory at that time." ”

"Let's do it, General Huangfu." Zhang Yu said again.