Meeting the confused eyes of the hundreds of yellow turban thieves, Yan Zhanshu's face became fierce: "I'm just like you, I'm also afraid of death." But if we are greedy for life and afraid of death, and hide behind our companions, will the officers and soldiers be able to spare us from dying?! Yan Zhanshu pointed to the officers and soldiers in the distance and shouted: "Them! What we want is our heads, to serve as military merits, to become their capital to live a good life, do we want to be like cattle and sheep, offering our heads with both hands and not knowing how to resist?! ”

"From ancient times to the present day, who has not died?! Maybe one day, we will die by the sword and fall on the journey and turn to loess, but that is not today! ”

Hundreds of Yellow Turban thieves showed a listening expression, since joining the Yellow Turban, no one had ever spoken to them like this, and Yan Zhanshu's expression was completely different from other Yellow Turban thieves, that kind of yearning and affirmation for the future that none of them possessed! These words were also very attractive, attracting the attention of more people, like ripples on the water, so more Yellow Turban thieves also began to listen to Yan Zhanshu's speech.

"Maybe one day, we will be forced to jump into the Yellow River and be used as a target by the officers and soldiers on the other side of the river to shoot hedgehogs, but that is not today!"

"Maybe one day, we will be cut off by the official army and hung around our waists as a military merit, but that is by no means today!"

More Yellow Turbans noticed the anomaly here, and they gradually stopped the meaningless quarrels, stopped the useless crowding, quieted down, calmed down, and began to listen to Yan Zhanshu's speech in silence.

At this time, Yan Zhanshu's expression was wild, and he was fully engaged, recalling the appearance of the speech of the founding ancestor of China who he had seen, imitating the confident expression, waving his big hand, and said loudly: "We are the same human beings as them, and we also have the right to survive and reproduce between this heaven and earth!" The great sage and good teacher have destroyed the heavens, passed down the exercises, and shaped the best start for us! Back then, in the last years of the Qin Dynasty, Chen Sheng faced a situation where he would die if he didn't oppose it, and he said at that time, the prince and the general would rather have a kind! The Yellow Turban wins, and so are we, King! Marquis! Will! Appearance! ”

In less than ten minutes, Yan Zhanshu managed to attract the attention of all the Yellow Turban Thieves, and the riots on Huanglong Beach finally subsided, at least at this moment, all the Yellow Turban Thieves were listening attentively to Yan Zhanshu's speech.

"Now, I'll just ask, you guys, do you have a kind?!" Yan Zhanshu yelled frantically.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! All the Yellow Turban thieves shouted with a yearning for a better life and respect for the great sage and mentor Zhang Jiao.

In front of the official army, Huangfu Song's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he looked around and asked, "What's the matter?" The riots of the Yellow Turban Thieves seem to have subsided. ”

Sun Jian rode forward and reported to Huangfu Song: "General, someone shouted in front of the battle to boost the morale of the thieves, and let me kill him with one arrow!" Then he shall take his bow and arrows.

Huangfu Song's eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth were already flushed with a sneer, he raised his hand to stop Sun Jian, and said in a deep voice: "It's a little interesting, and take his life slowly, I want to see, what else can he do?" ”

Seeing that he had attracted the attention of all the Yellow Turban thieves, Yan Zhanshu turned over and stood on a rock protruding from the water, raised his arms and shouted: "There is the Yellow River in front, and we have no way out!" Surrender is death, throwing into the river is also death, left and right are one death, why don't we fight with the officers and soldiers to the end!? ”

A bearded man pulled through the crowd and walked to the front of the team, his face was as red as the sunset, and his eyes revealed a palpitating murderous intent, Yan Zhanshu's voice had already raised his arms and shouted: "I swear to fight with the officers and soldiers to the end!" ”

"I, Guo Damu, swear to fight to the end with the officers and soldiers!" Guo Damu, a man with a black face and big eyes, has been following behind Yan Zhanshu, and although he reacted a beat slower at this moment, he immediately responded to the yell.

"Fight to the end!" More Yellow Turban Thieves followed and roared, and then more and more Yellow Turban Thieves began to join the ranks of shouting, and in the end, almost all of the Yellow Turban Thieves began to shout wildly, and once the desperate and frustrated emotions found a breakthrough to vent, the energy that collapsed was undoubtedly quite amazing.

"Kill!" Yan Zhanshu turned around and waved the steel knife in his hand towards the main formation of the officers and soldiers to the north, shouting hoarsely.

"Kill!" Yu Yigen, Guo Damu, and more yellow scarves followed suit, following the example of Yan Zhanshu, holding the weapons in their hands high to the sky, waving them wildly, shouting wildly, and shouting...... Tens of thousands of people gathered together to shout and roar, and the momentum was like the sky was cracking, and the officers and soldiers who were thousands of steps away were shocked to the eardrums of a faint pain.

In front of the official army, Sun Jian's color changed slightly, the mutation of the Yellow Turban Thief Soldier was somewhat unexpected by him, is this still the Yellow Turban Thief Soldier he is familiar with? Even the elite soldiers of Jiangdong led by him may not perform better than the current Yellow Turban Thieves in the face of such a desperate situation.

Huangfu Song's eyes also flashed a trace of discoloration, but the cold smile on the corner of his mouth became even thicker, and he said: "It's really getting more and more interesting, there is such a character among the thieves, this is the opponent worthy of a battle!" If they were all local chickens and dogs, then this battle wouldn't be very interesting in the end, Mengde, don't you say? ”

Cao Cao, who was standing on the side of the horse, looked moved when he heard this, and he proposed: "General, can you give an order that those who surrender will not die, so as to break the fighting spirit of the Yellow Turban Army?" Zhang Jiao is dead, and the Yellow Turban Army here is already like a headless fly. Thinking that they were once the people of the Han Dynasty, why don't you spare their lives? Only the first evil, not the rest? ”

Raising his hand to stop Cao Cao from continuing to speak, Huangfu Song said coldly: "Meng Dexiu has a lot to say!" Dare to raise troops to make a rebellion, dare to follow the yellow scarf to make a rebellion, that is, a chaotic minister and thief, there is no mercy for killing! The general's order was passed down on the side, and immediately a small colonel gave a loud order: "The general has an order, the rebellious ministers and thieves will be killed!" ”

"All armies march forward and encircle and annihilate the Yellow Turban!"

As soon as the order was given, the Sima of each department quickly began to act, the sound of the password was endless, the long sound of the horn and the agitated golden drum all rushed into the sky for a while, and the war was finally about to begin.

"Archers prepare..." At the officer's loud command, five hundred archers with grim expressions rose from the ground, untied the longbow from their backs, and began to sort out the arrows in the quiver. They were the most elite longbowmen in the Huangfu Song army, with a range of 1,500 paces, and could shoot five arrows in a row, and ten arrows in a battle! It can be called a long-range strategic weapon!

"Heavy Infantry Preparation..."

A thousand hoplites in thick armor and carrying large wooden shields stood up and quickly formed a neat infantry cover formation at the sound of the officer's trumpet.

"The Han army is mighty, marching forward!" The officer gave the order, and the long sword in his hand swung forward vigorously.