Zhang Fei led five hundred cavalrymen, the horse's hooves wrapped in thick black cloth, and the horse's mouth tied with a silk scarf, and walked around the rear of the Yellow Turban camp. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info all the way, without the slightest vibration sound.

When Zhang Fei and the cavalry disappeared into the night, Guan Yu led 5,000 soldiers to march all the way to the Yellow Turban camp a few miles away.

Along the way, Guan Yu sent scouts, carefully touched the two earthen walls, and slit his throat while the dozing Yellow Turban guard was not paying attention, and then the Han army followed.

In the dark night, the Han army rushed all the way to the Yellow Turban camp a mile away. Immediately, with the help of the faint firelight, Guan Yu's sharp Danfeng eyes could also see the Yellow Turban soldiers who had lost their guard, leaning in front of the gate in twos and threes, dozing off with spears.

Looking up at the sky, Guan Yu struggled to distinguish the time at this time, which was half past four o'clock in the morning, that is, four o'clock in the morning. At this time, it was pitch black in the heavens and the earth, and it was the darkest hour before dawn.

Guan Yu waved his hand, and several scouts dressed in black held a dagger one foot long and shining with a sharp and cold light, shining brightly, rushing out from Guan Yu's side, and approaching the gate without a sound under the cover of night.

More than 30 scouts were selected from the 5,000 soldiers, and the irregular route slowly approached.

As the scouts approached, Guan Yu dispatched 300 archers to stand by, and 150 auxiliary soldiers stood next to the 300 archers, holding a torch soaked in fire oil and holding a sealed fire fold at any time.

On the other side, Zhang Fei, who was wearing a helmet to hide his face and holding a snake spear, scattered more than 50 scouts, looking around for the place where the grain and grass of the Yellow Turban were located.

The black-clothed masked scouts approaching the gate, several people nodded to each other, clinging to the sharpened wooden fence, hiding the dagger in their hands behind their backs, and cautiously walked towards the yellow turban soldiers wearing yellow scarves and dozing off.

When it was approaching, the man in black who shot for the first time forcibly endured the excitement in his heart, and rushed out with an arrow step, and the gentle sound alarmed the yellow turban soldiers, and the man in black saw this, and hurriedly put the dagger on the neck of the sleepy-eyed yellow scarf. The sleepy-eyed Yellow Turban soldier was held on the neck by the cold dagger, and he was violently beaten, but before he could make a sound, the black-clothed scout bit his steel teeth and swiped his hand, and a blood line appeared from the neck of the Yellow Turban, slowly gushing out blood. The Yellow Turban soldier's eyes widened, and with a look of unwillingness in his eyes, he was gently leaned against the wooden fence of the gate by the black-clothed scout.

Several men in black gestured to each other, one to cover, one to go forward to patrol, and the rest scattered to investigate the situation.

A full quarter of an hour later, more than thirty men in black rushed out of the Yellow Turban camp like arrows, and at the same time made a gesture in their hands that they could attack.

Guan Yu, who is holding the Qinglong Yanyue knife, has amazing eyesight, can see things at night, sees someone gesticulating, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, looking at the long hair under his chin fluttering in the wind, feeling the direction of the wind carefully, Guan Yu's tiger eyes swept a touch of killing intent, the arm wearing armor was raised, the auxiliary soldiers next to the archer saw this, opened the fire fold one by one, and blew the spark hard, and finally with a slight sound, the fire fold came out with a faint firelight, and the county soldiers had a happy face, looking at the yellow turban camp, with killing intent in their eyes, and resolutely lit the torch.

"Bang bang bang," there was a beep, and one hundred and fifty torches were lit, and the soldiers of the county used their torches to light the feathered arrows that had been burned through the fire oil, and one after another the flaming feathered arrows appeared in the hands of the three hundred archers, bending their bows and pulling the strings, ready to attack.

At the same time, Guan Yu held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife high and pointed obliquely at the Yellow Turban Battalion. In the darkness, the Green Dragon Glaive Knife emitted a cyan cold glow.

Suddenly, Ben Xiao rode out of the horse, carrying Guan Yu, and burst out like lightning. Behind Guan Yu, the five thousand soldiers who couldn't help but shout as they ran into the sky, and the voices gradually appeared in the Yellow Turban camp from far and near.

In the blink of an eye, a mile of about 200 meters was rushed through the Yellow Turban Gate by 5,000 soldiers in 50 breaths, and one by one they rushed into the nearest camp like a wolf and a tiger, raising the ring head knife in their hands and slashing down. In a burst of wailing, blood splattered on the tent.

At the same time, the three hundred archers released the bowstrings in their hands, and the arrows, with orange flames, crossed a parabola and shot fiercely at the Yellow Turban camp.

"Puff puff," the flaming arrows shot at the Yellow Turban tent, sparks and burning the tent made of cowhide.

"Fire, there's fire, put out the fire!" Some of the patrolling soldiers looked at the flames in a daze, shouted with their hands dancing, and ran to the nearby water source.

After a while, the Yellow Turban soldiers in the tent fled from the tent in panic, not caring about their clothes and not having time to pick up their weapons, and ran frantically to the depths of the camp.

"Ah," a terrible howl sounded, followed by a duck-like scream, "enemy attack, enemy attack." ”

The sword light of the Han soldiers flashed, a burst of blood splashed, and the yellow turban soldiers either tightly covered their necks, or widened their eyes, or were excited with their bare hands and the Han army was excited, but the two fists were difficult to defeat the four hands, and the Han soldiers advanced wildly all the way, rushing into the camp tents one by one.

Xu He stayed in the camp, and the guards hurriedly broke into the yellow turban marshal Xu He, who was still asleep, to wake him up, his face showed panic, panting, and hurriedly said, "Dashuai, fire, it's on fire, the Han army is coming to attack the camp." ”

"What," Xu He snorted with his sleepy eyes open, and grabbed the guard with his hand, his face showing shock.

"Dashuai, the Han army is attacking the camp, and Guan Haiqu Shuai is organizing a counterattack," Xu He's personal guard, with a cold sweat on his head, for fear that Xu Heyi would kill him with a stab.

"Let's go," Xu He didn't care about putting on his armor, wearing a white shirt, picked up the sword from the couch and rushed out, and the guards saw this and hurriedly followed behind Xu He.

"Kill," the dark-faced Guan Hai, holding a big knife in his hand, with sporadic rockets on his head, led the guards to rush straight into the Han soldiers, and the two sides fought inextricably.

"Kill them, and our parents will survive, otherwise the city will be ruined." A Han army commander with red eyes and a tragic breath on his body shouted loudly, leading ten guards to pounce on the yellow turban soldiers wearing yellow scarves.

"Kill, kill them." A Han sergeant slashed the Yellow Turban soldier with a knife, his eyes were glowing red, and his body was covered with knife marks, like a murderer.

One by one, the disheveled Yellow Turban soldiers ran out of the tent in panic, jumping around in a daze, and the entire Yellow Turban camp was in a mess, like ten thousand horses stepping on.

"Array, array." The handsome Xu He looked at the green armored god general who was faintly killed from half a mile away, and the commander of the killing was deployed to run around, angrily pulled out the sword in his hand, and commanded his soldiers.

As soon as the voice of the handsome Xu He came out, the Yellow Turban soldiers who knew Xu He nearby gathered at Xu He's place one after another, as if they had found the backbone, and they didn't care about running around and obeying Xu He's orders.

Caught in the middle of the Yellow Turban soldiers, Guan Yu, who was dressed in armor, his long hair was covered with dots of blood, the blood on the mask helmet was like rain, a pair of indifferent eyes were threatening, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand made a crisp roaring sound, which shook the sky.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who stood in front of Ben Xiao were cut in half by Guan Yu with a knife. As Guan Yu drove by, the Yellow Turban soldiers along the way avoided one after another, like avoiding the plague god, wishing that their parents would have two more legs.

With the passage of time, in addition to the Yellow Turban soldiers who fell into chaos and were close to the Han army, under the organization of the great marshal Xu He and Qu Shuai Guan Hai, nearly 10,000 people held various weapons to form a phalanx, and formed a not strict formation in the small camp.

Counterattack, the handsome Xu He waved the sword in his hand, and he took the lead, running behind the middle route army, wanting to meet the Han army here, so as to save the lost morale.

Walking on the messy steps, the Yellow Turban soldier had fear in his eyes, and under the leadership of Xu He, he roared the messy words, "Kill," as if he could drive away the haze that pressed on his heart.

"Kill, kill the officers and soldiers." There were Yellow Turban soldiers who hated the Han court extremely much, showing bloodthirsty eyes, their faces showing hideous colors, and the weapons in their hands rushed towards the attacking Han army.

Guan Hai, Qin Ming, and Zhao Fang, the three of them are distributed in three places on the left and right of the camp. The left battalion, led by Qin Ming to garrison the left route army, "Zhao Fang garrisoned the right battalion; Among them, Guan Hai is the most powerful and stationed in the middle route army, and at the same time plays a role in guarding the safety of the battalion.

When the Han army rushed in, the left and right battalions were the first to panic, running from the tents in all directions, or fighting the Han army with weapons, or carrying buckets to the gang camp to fetch water, and came back to extinguish it.

"Kill, kill, kill", in the right camp, Zhao Fang, who commanded 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers, was tragic, first being taken care of by rockets, burning tents everywhere, so that the soldiers living in the camp tent fled like a fire burning their butts, and went to fight the fire in a hurry. Who knows, the fire has not yet been extinguished, and a new round of rockets rushed in the face, after shooting and injuring dozens of people.

Among the Han army, Liu Xuan, the captain of the ironclad guards, led a hundred ironclad guards as arrows, and a thousand soldiers followed.

Zhao Fang, who hurriedly put on his armor, came out of the camp tent, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Massacre, naked slaughter, his own deployment did not have the slightest desire to resist at all, scurrying around, being chased and killed by the Han army.

In a critical situation, Zhao Fang first gathered his own guards to protect his safety, and then gathered some nearby soldiers, about 300 people, to form a small party, first facing the difficulties, hoping to block the Han army and free up more time for it.

However, the Han army, with the ironclad guard as the sharp knife, first used the cone array to chisel a phalanx of more than 300 people. After that, the Han soldiers formed a half-arc shape, forming a glaive formation shaped like a crescent, facing the enemy with thick moon wheels, and slowly advancing.

Although the formation of more than 300 Yellow Turban soldiers was formed in a hurry, it did not take long for them to be submerged in the Glaive formation, and there was not a trace of waves.

This made Zhao Fang's eyes widen in fright, and his eyes were full of disbelief. In a hurry, Zhao Fang hurriedly issued an order to the more than 1,000 people gathered, and the Yellow Turban soldiers were like weeds, popping up everywhere to meet the Han soldiers.

The left army, Qin Ming encountered no less than Zhao Fang, as concocted, the attack on the left was led by Lei Meng, the captain of another team of ironclad guards, formed a glaive formation, and advanced strongly, causing the scattered Yellow Turban soldiers to retreat step by step.