The Han Empire, represented by Huangfu Song, finally kicked off a decisive battle with the rebel army led by Zhang Jiao. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the beginning of the battle, the two sides did not attack with all their might, but coincidentally sent a tentative force. The officers and troops led by Huangfu Song were small in number and only sent 3,000 men, while the Yellow Turban Army, which was outnumbered, sent a test force of 7,000 men.

The ratio of people is one to two, but this is a war, not a number of people. Although the Yellow Turban Army was twice as numerous as the officers and soldiers, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers on both sides was not on the same level. Under the elimination of the other's strengths, the two sides can be said to be evenly matched. However, the situation on the battlefield is not predestined by anyone. What will be the outcome of the war, no one dares to pack a ticket.

At this moment, the two sides in the center of the battlefield were about to face each other, but before the general collided, the official army gave the Yellow Turban Army a big greeting gift. Rain of arrows. The rain of arrows under the pressure of black was the first to reach the head of the Yellow Turban Army. Fifteen hundred archers lined up in a neat formation and unleashed their weapons of murder in unison.

After the rain of arrows fell on the top of the Yellow Turban Army, it can be said that the Yellow Turban Army, which was unprotected, fell down like wheat harvesting. The originally compact offensive formation suddenly appeared a large emptiness.

Coincidentally, the archers of the Yellow Turban Army also immediately launched a counterattack, but due to the inferior weapons and the sophisticated protective equipment of the officers and soldiers, the Yellow Turban Army's arrow rain received little effect.

The archers on both sides only had time to release two waves of arrows each, and the sword and shield men of both sides came together.

The force of inertia driven by fast running is already extremely great, not to mention that it is two people who deliberately collide. At the moment of collision, a huge force was applied to the two people who collided at the same time, so the officers and soldiers with better protection still had an advantage.

A Yellow Turban sergeant, he was very lucky to escape the rain of arrows from the officers. Then he happily continued to run forward, but as the people in front of him fell one after another, the smile that had been left behind for the rest of his life froze on his face, because he saw the iron wall formed by the officers and soldiers opposite. Suddenly, his brain short-circuited, but his body still strode forward mechanically.

By the time he came back to his senses and tried to slow down, it was too late. Next, he could only close his eyes helplessly.

Soon, he felt his body just like when he was a kid and hit the wall. There was a sharp pain all over my body, and my head was buzzing. However, he felt that his body did not fall, because the officers and soldiers in front of him and the companions behind him squeezed him. Then, as soon as he came back to his senses and tried to squeeze out of his body, he suddenly felt as if something had been inserted into his chest. But because his body was firmly squeezed, he didn't know until he died that he had been stabbed four or five holes in the chest by a spear.

Something like this is happening all the time. People who don't know what's wrong with them are not only the Yellow Turban sergeants, but also the officers and sergeants.

After the people who were squeezed in the center were basically dead, the rest of the people finally had room to play. An officer raised his shield to block the knife of a Yellow Turban soldier, and then flipped his right hand, and a sharp ring hand knife slashed in front of him. He felt the resistance on the knife, and he knew that the Yellow Turban sergeant had been killed by himself. Just as he was about to put down the shield above his head, a wooden spear stabbed him in the heart. Before the officer's brain could react, the knife in his right hand quickly slashed the wooden spear against his chest. Then, in a cold sweat, he slashed the neck of the Yellow Turban, who was armed with a wooden gun. Hot blood sprayed the officer's face. A little blood flowed down the cold face of the official soldier. He wiped a handful of blood from his face, and his already fierce face looked even more hideous.

Next, the officer gasped and touched the goggles on his heart. The convex goggles have been dented. He couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart, fortunately he had this heart guard, otherwise the person lying on the ground at the moment should be himself. However, just as he was about to look down at the Yellow Turban Army that almost stabbed him to death. Suddenly, he noticed two bloody spear heads popping out of his chest. The officers and soldiers who had been pierced in their chests only felt that their strength was draining away with the blood that flowed from the wound on their chest. He struggled to look behind him. But he didn't have the strength to turn his head anymore.

The officers and soldiers who finally turned around with the force of the spear behind them finally turned around when they were about to fall, only to find that the people who pierced their chests were two yellow turban soldiers who were gritting their teeth and looking at them.

He wanted to swing his knife and kill the two Yellow Turban soldiers who killed him in front of him. But he couldn't feel the power in his body. Subsequently, he collapsed. The shouting in his ears became smaller and smaller, but the originally bright sky was getting darker and darker in his eyes.

He seemed to see his mother beckoning to him, and just as he was about to reach out, a gravitational knife was drawn downward, splitting its otherwise intact head in half. And he never held his mother's warm palm again.

The fighting did not stop because someone died. On the contrary, because of the bloodlust of human nature, it has become more intense and cruel. Every second, every millisecond someone is dying, several, dozens, hundreds.

Zhang Jiao, who was sitting in the rear, saw that the two sides that were fighting fiercely in the center were almost evenly matched, and immediately waved his hand and gave the order. Another 20,000 Yellow Turbans roared and ran towards the battle circle.

On the other side, Huangfu Song saw that Zhang Jiao had sent a second batch of troops, and immediately ordered another 10,000 officers and soldiers to start marching to the battlefield.

With the second batch of men and horses from both sides joining the battle circle, the entire battlefield is even more chaotic, more cruel, and more bloody.

At this moment, in a half-human-tall clump of dead grass near the battlefield of the decisive battle, two sneaky spies were quietly observing the form of the battlefield. Just after the second group of troops from both warring sides joined the battle circle. The two spies glanced at each other, and then the two turned around and quickly left.

In Guangzong City, Yuan Shu, who attacked Julu City according to the plan, was already a little impatient to wait. The army of more than 20,000 Yuan Shu had already lined up and made all preparations.

Just when Yuan Shu ran to the gate of the camp for the seventh time to see if the spies who had gone out to observe the battle had returned. Suddenly, a figure emerged from a dense forest outside the camp. His body and face were covered with dust and dry grass. Yuan Shu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw it, and took the initiative to meet the spies who returned to the camp.

"General, the battle ahead has begun for a while. Nearly 30,000 horses of the Yellow Turban Army and 20,000 horses of General Huangfu are already fighting." Yuan Shu shouted happily: "Okay." Then, Yuan Shu turned to the guards behind him and said, "Order, the whole army will set off."

After a while, more than 20,000 Yuan Shujun slowly drove out of the camp. The goal is to go straight to the city of giant deer. Only a few hundred guards were left in Yuan Shu's camp.

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