Just when Han Yuan had just rushed back to his home station near Beicheng, suddenly the shouts of killing all over the city made his heart tighten, and sure enough, the Han army still arrived. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whether this battle is won or lost depends on the reaction of the Yellow Turban soldiers stationed near Nancheng, but when he thinks of those shaky commanders, Han Yuan really doesn't have any hope for them, if the Han army sneaks up on the South City Gate with elite troops, when the follow-up brigade follows up, as long as the Yellow Turbans of each department react slowly, they will let them rush into the city, and it is difficult to have the technique of returning to the sky.

Therefore, all hope can only be pinned on the two battalions of Yellow Turban Army officers stationed near the South City Gate, as long as they react quickly and block the Han Army at the South City Gate, the Yellow Turban Army, which is guarding the city and has many men and horses, will definitely achieve the final victory.

"Du Yuan."

Thinking of the current drunken situation of the commanders of the various departments in the city, Han Yuan, who had already considered the worst outcome, still decided to arrange the back road first, he now has less than 2,000 soldiers and horses, and everyone is exhausted in that battle, even if he pulls near the northern city, it will be useless.

"The end will be."

Du Yuan, who was already ready to go, hugged his fists and responded.

"Lead your troops to take over the North Gate! And sent scouts to find out the situation in all directions. ”

The North City Gate is the city gate near the Julu side of Linzhang, which is very far away from the South City, and the Han army should not come to attack, plus the Yellow Turban Army has always paid little attention to night preparedness, so the garrisons near the North City Gate are all stragglers, and they will not resist with the troops he commands at all, which is also his confidence in ordering Du Yuan, a confidant general, to take over the North City Gate.

"Yes!"

Du Yuan, who responded to the order, immediately beckoned his subordinates and began to move towards the north city gate.

"All of you, lead the men and horses with me to the vicinity of Beicheng to have a look."

After hesitating for a moment, Han Yuan, who still couldn't let go of the current good situation of the Yellow Turban Army, still moved towards Beicheng with the remaining three dissatisfied tuns, and by the way, he had to see what the situation of Deng Mao who was now in Taishou Mansion was, after all, the snake was headless, and these tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army soldiers still needed Deng Mao's leadership to exert their greatest combat power.

"Kill, kill Lao Tzu, waste, who dares to retreat Lao Tzu will kill him first!"

Just when Han Yuan arrived at the Taishou Mansion, the angry roar on the tall horse immediately attracted his attention, and Deng Mao was there carrying his big sword, waving it, and on the other hand, he slashed several retreating Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Is the situation already so bad?"

Seeing that the rout had already rushed to the vicinity of the Taishou Mansion in the center of the city, Han Yuan muttered silently in his heart.

"Qu Shuai, for today's plan, the only way to do this is to give up Linzhang City first, and wait for us to retreat ten miles back to reorganize our troops and horses and fight again!"

Listening to the shouting and killing that was almost close at hand, Han Yuan rode his horse to the vicinity of Deng Mao and suggested.

"Report, the commanders of Sun Le and Xu Da'er were beheaded by the Han army, Fang Yuan voted for the Han thieves, and the three major camps of our army near Beicheng were all destroyed."

Just when Deng Mao was glaring at the bull's eye and panting for breath to consider retreating, a fast horse came to Deng Mao to report.

"What? Damn it! ”

Deng Mao, who shouted angrily, was already irritable and close to exploding.

"Qu Shuai, now that our soldiers and horses are chaotic, we can't organize a counterattack at all, and I also ask Qu Shuai to retreat ten miles and camp for the Yellow Turban, and straighten out the soldiers and horses."

Seeing Deng Mao's bull's eyes getting redder and redder, Han Yuan hurriedly grabbed Deng Mao and shouted.

If Deng Mao is not calm-headed to rush and kill, once he is surrounded and killed by the Han army, then these tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army will be in danger of annihilation.

Today's battlefield is not the time for the courage of the horseman, not to mention that all kinds of capable people in the Han army are emerging in an endless stream, and it is impossible to say that there is a 'righteous man' who joins the army and chops Deng Mao with a knife, after all, this is not impossible What is it, who knows which benevolent and righteous men are hidden in the horse archers and foot archers in the Han army.

Even if there is no 'righteous man' who defends the sky by force, then the elite Han army siege is not something that Deng Mao can stop, although he has broken through to a senior general, but he still can't reach the realm of 10,000 enemies, Yuan Fang in Songzi County, wasn't he also killed by hundreds of Yellow Turban sergeants, not to mention Deng Mao, who was cultivated by Ye Luzi.

"If my Yellow Turban loses this battle, what face do I have to see the great sage and good teacher again, no need to persuade again, you hold my banner and token, go back ten miles to rectify the troops and horses, if I win, then immediately command all the troops to pursue the Han army; If so..., then you will command the whole army and slowly retreat towards the giant deer. ”

Deng Mao, who took a deep breath, gradually faded the anger in his eyes, and now the only thing revealed by his blazing gaze was firmness.

The death of Sun Le and Xu Da'er, as well as Fang Yuan's surrender to the enemy, the blow to his heart was too great, you must know that the soldiers and horses under his command are also Han Yuan and these three can be regarded as strong soldiers and horses, and now Han Yuan's troops lost their troops and horses in the first battle the day before yesterday, and they have not slowed down so far, after the defeat or surrender of these three departments, his tens of thousands of soldiers and horses can be said to exist in name only, and the remaining stragglers of a few large battalions are really fighting with the wind, and now no one takes the lead, and seeing the Han army is no slower than a rabbit and a fox.

So, he Deng Mao needs to take the lead, impact!

If he succeeded in cutting through the formation of the Han army, the follow-up soldiers and horses would naturally go up to share and eat the Han army, if he failed, it was just the fate of hacking to death, he Deng Mao had already promised his life to the Yellow Turban, and the current situation has not been completely defeated, how to let him retreat! If he withdraws, how can he be worthy of the teacher who trained him!

"Qu Shuai ......"

Han Yuan, whose face changed, wanted to persuade him again, after all, even if he got Deng Mao's banner and token, it was a question of whether the defeated soldiers from all walks of life recognized him, blocking their way to escape, and it would be good if they didn't fight each other, let alone listen to his command.

"My heart has been decided, you quickly retreat ten miles, and reorganize the troops and horses!"

Deng Mao, who took a long breath, clenched the big knife in his hand, and looked forward with a blank face, the reason why he did not withdraw from this battle was that he could not face his heart, obviously Han Yuan had reminded him, but he was so indulgent and arrogant, and now he could only use his life to break the demon in his heart.

"Gentlemen, kill with me, the momentum of the Yellow Turban, the world is the same!"

Looking at Deng Mao, who was shouting slogans and submerged into the billowing smoke, Han Yuan, who gritted his teeth, still chose to retreat, this battle, defeated, defeated by the arrogance of the Yellow Turban Army, and the illiterate leaders of the various departments!

Deng Mao and his personal guards are afraid that it will be the last charge of Deng Mao's division of the Yellow Turban Army.