"Visor! There is no advance or retreat! Wen Xiang's cold voice sounded in the cold armor. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"There is no advance or retreat!"

"There is no advance or retreat!"

The front party of 500 people shouted slogans like a steel monster, slowly moving forward.

Standing on the high platform of the city wall of Hejiazhuang, He Xian took advantage of the fire of the Yellow Turban Military Village and squinted his eyes to pay attention to the changes in the battle situation. Liu Bi's madness and Wen Xiang's calmness are all in He Xian's eyes.

These 500-person face armor army is the elite of the elite selected by He Xian from thousands of young and strong people with 100 border army veterans as the team, with the best food and living treatment as a guarantee, the sharpest weapons, and the most sophisticated armor as an armour, and it took several years to devote all his efforts to build a strong army.

This is the first stop on the battlefield of the Mask Army, and it is also the first stop on the battlefield of He Xian, and it is false to say that you are not nervous. But He Xian had ten layers of confidence in the armor army on the opposite side, and he could defeat the Yellow Turban soldiers on the opposite side.

War, after all, is a contest of resources.

The army with the best weapons, the best training, and the best physique will eventually have the advantage on the battlefield!

It's time to get in touch!

The yellow yellow turban wrestler and the black visor army collided fiercely like two arrows.

The sound of weapons clinging, shouting and howling, at this moment, reached its peak in the dark night that should have been silent.

After a brief pause, the black torrent swallowed up the yellow arrows with an unstoppable advantage.

War is not the same as being brave and ruthless. Although the Yellow Turban wrestlers are strong and elite, in the face of well-trained battle formations, their personal bravery is too small.

A Yellow Turban wrestler with a sword had just split the spears in the first row in front of him, and the spears in the second row had burrowed into his strong chest like poisonous snakes. He didn't have time to call out, and the spear had already retreated. The enemy in front of him didn't even look at him, kicked him over, stepped on his blood-spurting chest, and forwarded, and forwarded!

A yellow turban wrestler with a short axe, parrying left and right, paying the price of minor injuries, finally broke into the formation, but he was greeted by two short knives slashed from the head. He roared angrily and tried to kill one of the Han soldiers with the short axe in his hand, but a light silently swung from his side. A short knife slashed between his neck with unmistakable precision, and blood gushed out.

"Liu Dan~~~" Liu Bi, who broke into the formation at the same time, watched the short axe and yellow turban wrestler being ruthlessly beheaded, but he couldn't do anything and couldn't help but let out a cry of grief.

Liu Bi was originally a person from Runan, eight years ago in the great wilderness, the whole family fled to Nanyang, on the way a family of more than 20 people, parents, brothers, wives and children, all starved to death, Liu Bi and nephew Liu Dan because of their strong physique, there is still a breath left, lying in the broken temple and waiting for death, it coincided with Zhang Mancheng's preaching to this point, saving the uncle and nephew. The two entered Taiping Road and followed Zhang Mancheng. For this nephew, Liu Bi has always been regarded as his own son. I thought that if I joined the Yellow Turban Warrior and turned against the evil Han Dynasty, good days would come. I never thought about it......

"Ah~~~Ah~~~"

Liu Pi completely gave up the defense, and at the cost of resisting a knife in the back, he slashed the short knife hand in front of him, rolled to the ground, dodged the blade behind him, and rushed to Liu Dan's side, wanting to find the short knife hand who killed Liu Dan to take revenge.

Like a black lightning bolt, an iron spear suddenly stabbed from behind the formation, crossed the short knife hand besieging Liu Bi, spit and stretched, and ruthlessly pierced the back of the neck of the defenseless Liu Bi.

Liu Bi's raised head knife was no longer able to look at it, and he died with a cracked mouth.

The person who came was Wenxiang.

According to Liu Pi's martial arts, it should not be the enemy of Wenxiang Yihe. But seeing that the Yellow Turban wrestlers were quickly killed one by one, including his own nephew Liu Dan who was tragically beheaded, Liu Pi knew that there was no hope of survival, and he was determined to live and die, and his six senses were naturally no longer sensitive. was killed by Wen Xiang with one shot, which is also reasonable.

Liu Pi died in battle, and the last hundred or so Yellow Turban wrestlers also fell under the spears and short knives of the Mask Armor Army, and the destruction of 500 Yellow Turban Warriors completely crushed the fighting spirit of the Yellow Turban Army, and the thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers who followed the trend scattered in a hurry, and no one dared to face the rolling advancing Mask Armor Army.

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

Seeing this, Wen Xiang issued a new order.

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

The Visor Army kept advancing and shouted in awe.

The early and agile Yellow Turban soldiers discarded their weapons and crouched on the side of the road with their heads in their hands.

As the Visor shouted, more and more Yellow Turbans joined the surrendering ranks.

He Xian let go of his clenched fists and said with a long sigh of relief: "Ordered Wen Ping to lead the special combat team to expand the scope and maintain vigilance, ordered the face armor army to rest in its original area, and Wen Xiang led the young man to clean up the battlefield." As for the work of registering the prisoners and escorting them to Ouyang's office, it will be troublesome for Brother Fang Zheng. ”

"Strict duty, son, rest assured!" Li Yan threw off his sleeve robe and took the order.

In the battle, He Xian first used the special operations team hired by Wen to burn Liu Pi's camp at night to create chaos, and then used the young and strong feints led by Li Yan to lure Liu Pi to summon the Yellow Turban Lux out of the camp to face the battle, and finally led the face armor army to rob and kill in the middle of the road, defeating the Yellow Turban Army's main combat force Yellow Turban Lux in one fell swoop, and killing the main general Liu Pi.

Interlocking, step by step.

At the cost of seven dead and more than 50 wounded, Hejiazhuang defeated 5,000 Yellow Turban troops, killed more than 700 people, captured more than 2,000 people, and another 2,000 Yellow Turban troops scattered and fled, and less than 500 people returned to Wancheng.

The first battle shocked the Nanyang realm.

It has been more than a month since the outbreak of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Nanyang County Metallurgical Institute Wancheng fell, Daxian Fuyang fell, Suixian fell, Biyang County fell, and several county towns in Nanyang were occupied by yellow turban thieves, which made people panic for a while.

The victory in the Battle of Hejiazhuang is of extraordinary significance at this moment.

It broke the myth of the invincible golden body of the Yellow Turban thief, and made the landlords realize that there was no essential difference between the Yellow Turban Thief and other thieves in the past.

The so-called Yellow Sky God is just a cloak for the moth thief to add courage. They are no strangers to such means.

As a result, the Nanyang territory set off a prelude to the landlords to protect themselves, spread their wealth, organize the villagers, and open the prelude to resisting the raids of the Yellow Turban Army.

Prior to this, He Xian had racked his brains to prevent the outbreak of the Yellow Turban Rebellion or reduce the harm caused by the Yellow Turban Thieves, but he did not know the point. What I didn't expect was that this seemingly unintentional battle achieved unexpected results.

The situation in Nanyang was already on the verge of total collapse, and now there is a trend of stalemate. As long as it can be delayed until the arrival of the Han Central Army, the Yellow Turban Thieves will be defeated, and the damage in the Nanyang area will inevitably be greatly reduced. Many innocent people will not be coerced into becoming fellow thieves.

Although Taiping Dao is widely spread and has many believers, it does not mean that millions of people in Nanyang are willing to rise up and rebel with their heads.

The orthodoxy of the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years, Yu Wei is still there.