Woo~

Woo~

Woo~

....

Woo~

Three long and one short, the horn trombone sound unique to the northern officials and armies of the Han Dynasty.

Low, loud.

At this time of stalemate, any accident may become the last straw that crushes the camel. Of course, when the battle comes to this, no one knows who will become the fallen camel on both sides of the enemy.

Therefore, at this time, in Chenliu County, outside the north gate, tens of thousands of horses and horses who were fighting to the death were silent for a moment at this moment.

Woo~

Another trumpet, fast and powerful!

Hiss~

The heart-warming sound instantly pierced the entire battlefield. The dull, cold, blood-smelling military horn penetrated the ground, branched out tens of thousands of branches, and transmitted a thick, resolute killing intent to the bottom of everyone's heart.

Knock ~ Knock Knock ~

The shaking of the ground intensified the heartbeat of every soldier in a radius of thousands of zhang outside the city gate, and on the vast battlefield.

Looking at the end of the line of sight, large and small clods of soil were like fleas placed on the surface of the drum, hammered up by a heavy sound, and then gently rolled down, crushing a few blood-stained grasses.

It's cavalry!

It was the sound of cavalry hooves hitting the ground.

Knock knock~

Three thousand iron horsemen, divided into three ways, suddenly jumped into everyone's eyes.

Boom~

Like playing a piano with broken strings, the last sound becomes a perfect sound. I don't know, how many people feel a pain in their hearts.

"Kill~"

Directly north of the battlefield, a man wearing a silver gilt phoenix wing helmet and a rotten silver armor rushed up with murderous intent.

"Kill~"

In the northeast of the battlefield, a leopard-eyed fierce general with black armor and a black face and beard rushed up without being left behind.

"Kill~"

In the northwest of the battlefield, a blue-robed man with a red face and a long beard also galloped over!

Behind the three of them, there were dozens of flag guards, holding big flags, each with a full armor of elite cavalry to cover and kill. Look at the flag, the big flag is divided into books: Youzhou Riding Governor - Horse, Han - Guan, Han - Zhang!

Three thousand men and horses, plough the court and sweep the holes, and go straight to the tent of the Chinese army!

As soon as the scene collapsed, the Yellow Turbans returned to help unfavorably, and they had already lost control of the people and horses.

"Oh~, look at the spear"

When the black-faced bearded leopard-eyed man was slaughtering the golden guards like chopping melons and vegetables, he raised his hand to see that Chen Liucheng, Chen Gong, who was slashing left and right, was beheaded by the yellow turban soldier who flew up under the saber. My heart was cold, and I had to pay it back: our three brothers have traveled thousands of miles to save this person, if you are cut with a knife, they will not let us come to Youzhou for nothing. Didn't say it, kill it!

His eyes flashed, and he grabbed a spear out of nowhere, and his long arm was able to move it, and he threw the spear out with a whoosh~.

"The husband has no form, and the Yanren Zhang Yide can be recognized."

The black-faced general is none other than Zhang Fei. Before the words fell, the eight snake spears in his hands flashed, and when he turned around, he stabbed to death a yellow turban general who was blocking in front of him.

Rumble~

Five hundred zhang away, Zhang Fei's spear just passed through the yellow turban reckless man who flew up and was about to kill Chen Gong, and with a slip of blood, it was firmly nailed to the eaves pillar of the city gate tower!

Three thousand iron cavalry, the soldiers are divided into three ways, and the soldiers are pointing directly at the handsome flag that the Yellow Turban General is anxious about!

"Hurry up and save the general!"

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops, messy, squeaky swarms rushed back. Standing on the wall of Chen Liu, Chen Gong wiped the plasma on his face, and looked down at the vast battlefield, the three passages that had just been opened by the pears of the three thousand cavalry soldiers were filled with shadowy crowds.

Chen Gong frowned and looked back at the city, and found that there were no more soldiers and horses in Chen Liucheng who could rush out of the city and attack Jiao Touch, so he couldn't help but secretly scream.

Whining~

Another trumpet.

Chen Gong looked up, his heart was agitated, he couldn't help but pat the battlements with his hand, and shouted loudly: "Okay"

Hundreds of chariots were lined up in three rows, staggered with canine teeth, and swooped down from the north of the battlefield.

Three horses riding side by side, hardwood flooring, bronze fences, iron masks, and steel nails of the Three Kingdoms battlefield murder weapons, rushed into the gathering place of the Yellow Turban soldiers in the human nest.

The chariot is a wheel made of solid wood, the wheel is dried in the shade for three years, then boiled in hot water until soft, and then a skilled craftsman is invited to bend the solid wood to make a wooden wheel. After the wooden wheel is dried, it is soaked in tung oil for half a year to prevent insects, and then wrapped and sealed with iron sheet. Steel nails are densely packed on the outside of the iron sheet. The steel nail is a palm length, the bottom is three fingers thick, the circumference is quadrangular pyramidal, the edge is sharp, and the tip is sharp. The battlefield has two wheels, and the central axis of the wheel is extended by an enlarged version of the five-foot-long four-fluted steel nails. The nail body is distributed with spiral-shaped single-edged short knives. The wheels turn, and the short knife cuts through the air, making a whooshing~whooshing~ sound.

Due to the heavy chariot, it was necessary to choose three good war horses from the north and run side by side. There were three majestic soldiers in the car, one of whom drove with both hands and a cyan regimental dragon tooth flag on his back. The two of them held lances in both hands, straddled knives at their waists, stood on both sides, and picked up the living creatures that had not been crushed after the chariot had rushed and pierced the holes.

Before coming to Chenliu, Ma Xiu had prepared to encircle and annihilate Jiao Touch's military horses, and he wanted to use the 50,000 horses under Jiao Touch's command as a ticket to the Han princes, and completely intervene in this battle of Guangzong as the Han Dynasty's transformation from unification to separation. is not like now, as a pawn who can be abandoned by Lu Zhi at any time, being called around.

How can a big husband live under others for a long time!

So, I'm sorry, the Yellow Turbans can all go to death.

The three thousand light cavalry were first divided into three directions by the three fierce generals, quickly cutting in, and disrupting the formation layout of Jiao Touch in an instant. Then more than 200 chariots, staggered in three rows, pushed across the battlefield with unparalleled kinetic energy and visual shock. In the end, 5,000 foot soldiers picked up heads.

In this battle, what Ma Xiu wants is a whirlwind harvest, what he wants is visual shock, and what he wants is to stir the nerves of every big man in the Han with his amazing achievements.

"Well, where do you run, Guan Yun will come for a long time."

Three straight lines, one semicircle. Tens of thousands of BMWs and thousands of elite soldiers went straight to Jiao Touch's handsome flag.

One of them, with a red face and a long beard, waved his long knife, bringing out waves of fire-attribute evil qi, and the evil qi cut off the groups of Yellow Turban Army like a piece of paper.

Seeing the shuai flag shaking in front of him, and knowing that he was going to escape, Guan Yu slammed his legs around the horse's belly, rode away from the team, and rushed into the protective circle surrounded by the Yellow Turban Guards.

The long knife waved, the blue light shone, and a tiger roared and the dragon groaned.

Swish~

A cyan flame blade pierced through several layers of human walls. Penetrate under the banner of the center.

"Ah~"

A cry of pain, followed by a "hole" sound, and the handsome flag with the thickness of an adult's big arm fell in response.

Hey~

A little farther away, Matthew, who had not yet rushed to it, roared:

"Scorched Touch is dead!"