"The Han army is mighty! The Han army is mighty......"

The hoplites and archers marched slowly with neat steps and rhythmic shouting trumpets, and behind them, nearly 20,000 elite officers and soldiers gathered into an unstoppable rolling iron stream, pressing towards the Yellow Dragon Beach, where the Yellow Turban thieves gathered.

A hissing inhalation came from behind him, and Yan Zhanshu could imagine the appearance of the Yellow Turban Thief without looking back, and the fighting spirit that had just been inspired by him was undergoing the first severe test. Something must be done to minimize the pressure on the Yellow Turban Thieves from the momentum of the official army!

Yan Zhanshu looked around and saw a pair of wooden shields in the muddy water, and his heart suddenly moved, and he bent down to pick up the big shield. The right hand grasped the handshake behind the big shield, and the left hand slapped the wooden shield rhythmically with the back of the steel knife, making a loud bang, and at the same time shouted: "Pick up the shield on the ground and do it with me!" ”

Yu Yigen and Guo Damu followed to pick up the wooden shield, and at the same time struck the wooden shield with a steel knife along with the rhythm of Yan Zhanshu, and the loud bang sound had already overshadowed the slogans of the Han army in the distance in the ears of the surrounding Yellow Turban Army!

This bloody scene inspired the Yellow Turban thieves around them, and they followed to pick up the wooden shields and steel knives again, and struck them, and finally the Yellow Turban thieves on the entire Yellow Dragon Beach followed the tapping, and every time they struck, they took a step forward, and the situation was like tens of thousands of stragglers who had become disciplined sergeants again, and the momentum was extremely terrifying, and the momentum of the officers and soldiers was completely suppressed.

In the knocking sound of the Yellow Turban Thief, the officers and soldiers with cold expressions had advanced to a close place only a hundred steps away from the Yellow Turban Thief, and the officers gave an order, the soldiers brushed the ground to stop their steps, and the heavy infantry in front smashed the big shield into the mud in front of them, and then turned sideways to resist it, building a covering wall for the archers behind them.

In the face of the remnants of the Yellow Turbans who lost their armor, it seemed unnecessary to do so - but most of these officers and soldiers were originally just county soldiers, summoned by Huangfu Song, but in the battles with the Yellow Turban Army, all those who survived learned how to fight and grew into elite soldiers! No soldier is now in vain, because they know the ironclad truth that only by being vigilant enough can they survive on the battlefield as much as possible.

Seeing the Yellow Turban Thief so powerful, the corners of Huangfu Song's mouth twitched, it was really getting more and more interesting, is this the legendary trapped beast still fighting? See what you want! A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his raised right arm had been waved off fiercely.

The herald who had been paying attention to Huangfu Song's gestures immediately waved the pennant in his hand down, and the mournful sound of the horn resounded in the sky. ”

Five hundred longbowmen coldly drew their bows, mounted their arrows, drew their strings, and then let go—five hundred feathered arrows formed a dense cloud in the air, cut a curving arc in the air, and flew above the Yellow Turban Thieves' formation in an instant, and then fell like endless raindrops with a sharp whistling.

"Raise your shield!" Yan Zhanshu shouted the order, hid his body under the wooden shield as much as possible, and squeezed together with the bodies of Yu Yigen and Guo Damu on the side, and the wooden shields of the three of them were connected together, forming a reliable umbrella.

"Tuk!" With a muffled sound, Yan Zhanshu felt a shock in his right arm, and a sharp arrow actually shot through his wooden shield, revealing the cold

Sen Sen's arrow, Rao is Yan Zhanshu's nerves are thick, and he can't help but tremble in his heart.

The continuous screams came from behind Yan Zhanshu, and not everyone was so lucky to pick up a shield. The yellow turban thief who lacked the protection of the shield fell to the ground wailing in the baptism of arrow rain, some were shot through the throat and were killed directly, some were shot through the chest and were dying, and some were shot through the thigh, and the blood stained the Yellow River behind Yan Zhanshu!

The rain of arrows of the five hundred longbowmen fell one after another, extending from the nearest river bank, and the Yellow Turban Thieves fell to the ground one after another, and in just a few breaths, there were thousands of Yellow Turban Thieves killed and wounded, this situation was not much better than before, the only difference was that this time the Yellow Turban Thieves did not rout, no matter how many people fell, they never retreated, did not riot, but stared at the officers and soldiers with hatred.

Maybe it's because there is the Yellow River behind them, they have no way back, maybe it's because in the most difficult moment, they found that there were always people standing in the front and didn't flinch, in short, this time, the Yellow Turban Thief held on.

The archers' upward firing was finally over, and fifteen hundred soldiers began to retreat slowly in orderly steps.

Yan Zhanshu let out a sigh of relief, unloaded the wooden shield blocking his head, and inserted three trembling feather arrows on it, looking back, many Yellow Turban Thieves had fallen to the ground and died, but more Yellow Turban Thieves got up from the pile of dead people and gathered towards Yan Zhanshu's side again, and there was no fear in their eyes.

"Kill!" Yan Zhanshu roared angrily and waved the steel knife in his hand frantically towards the officials and soldiers in the north.

"Kill!" All the Yellow Turban thieves who survived the baptism of arrow rain roared angrily, raising their weapons into the air and wielding them vigorously while roaring, and the surging killing intent echoed over Huanglongtan, the icy Yellow River water could no longer extinguish their desire to survive, and the ferocity of the officers and soldiers could no longer cool their will to fight to the death.

On the east bank of the Yellow River, the face of the giant deer Taishou Guo Dian changed, such a thief is really terrifying.

In the south of Huanglong Beach, Sun Jian's face changed, these thieves are really tenacious.

In the west of Huanglong Beach, the face of Cao Cao, the cavalry governor, changed, how good it would be if these yellow scarves were my troops.

In the north of Huanglongtan, Huangfu Song's expression still maintained his usual indifference. However, it is undeniable that this gang of yellow turban thieves has brought too much surprise to Huangfu Song, and I wonder if this miracle will continue? It's really exciting.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Huangfu Song said in a deep voice: "Is the archer's suppression effect gone?" So, let these damn thieves taste the power of the Three Rivers Spirits! Tell Cao Mengde to take out all his housekeeping skills and drive all this damn thieves into the Yellow River to feed the fish! "These Three Rivers Spirit Rider Emperor Fu Song has carefully looked at it, and each of them has reached the realm of rigidity and softness, and it is definitely not something that the Yellow Turban Thief who has just learned the way of refining qi can resist!

The tide swept the three river spirit horses with a strong inertia and splashes of water and slammed into the Yellow Turban thief array waiting by the river, in an instant the human body was thrown away, the war horse screamed, the symphony of the blades confused the sky at the end of the Han Dynasty, the red blood stained the Yellow River red, on the battlefield, the life of the soldiers was so humble that even the beasts were inferior!

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