The battlefield is always full of killing, and on the battlefield you must be a wolf, cruel, cunning, and united.

Only then will you survive on the battlefield, and a sheep can only be eaten by wolves.

At this time, neither the Yellow Turban Army nor the Han Army wanted to be eaten, so they both turned into wolves and wanted to eat each other.

"Plop" slashed an enemy soldier to the ground, Guan Hai wiped the blood splashed on his face and raised his head, and glanced around coldly. The Yellow Turban Army, under the leadership of Guan Hai, burst out with extraordinary courage.

"Poof" A Yellow Turban Army was stabbed into the stomach by a spear of the Han Army, and when it was pulled out, the intestines in the stomach were pulled out. The painful face of the Yellow Turban Army was distorted, and he suddenly slashed the knife in his hand on the head of the Han Army, and the Han Army fell to the ground unwillingly, while the Yellow Turban Army was waiting for the end of his life in pain.

At this time, the Yellow Turban Army fell weakly on the battlefield. He fell to the ground on his back, and he really had no strength. He clearly felt that the strength in his body was overflowing his body little by little.

"The sky is so blue." The Yellow Turban muttered to himself. Suddenly, the Yellow Turban's face became a little excited, he saw his mother, and he saw the mother who gave birth to him and raised him.

"Mother." The Yellow Turban Army used all his strength and shouted loudly, and the mother in the sky still looked at him with a kind face. The wind blew gently, and the Yellow Turban Army had long since lost its breath, but there were tears in the corners of its eyes.

No one paid attention to this Yellow Turban Army, and there were countless scenes like this on the battlefield. Severed limbs and severed arms can be seen everywhere, flesh and blood fly in the air, and the ground is stained bright red and translucent with blood, revealing a strange beauty.

There was a sticky feeling when my feet were on the ground, because the blood had soaked through the soil.

I don't know how long the battle lasted, and the soldiers on both sides were exhausted, and if it weren't for their strong faith and strong will, they might have fallen long ago.

But neither of the commanders on either side was receiving, they were all waiting, waiting for the final blow to kill.

"My lord, I'm afraid our army will be difficult to support." Xi Zhicai said with a worried face.

"Alas, our army is not a formally trained soldier, and there is a gap between it and the Han army." Zhang Bao sighed.

Up to now, Zhang Bao can no longer withdraw first. During the period, the scouts came to the news that the Han army reinforcements had arrived, but they did not participate in the battle head-on, and the Han army reinforcements hidden in the shadows have not shown up until now, thinking that they are to kill the Yellow Turban soldiers in a moment of relaxation when they retreat. At that time, the Yellow Turbans will be slaughtered.

There is a mountain not far from the battlefield, the mountain is nameless, this nameless mountain is not high, but there are many trees in it, and there are countless plants of all kinds.

"Captain, our army can't hold on." An adjutant general looked at the leader with a somewhat anxious face.

The man had a dark complexion, a little short stature, and his eyes were shining from time to time. This person is Cao Cao and Cao Mengde, who were ordered to come to the rescue by the official worship and cavalry captain.

It is said that Cao Mengde got the order of Huangfu Song, and when the enemy's retreating momentum was exhausted, he killed and pursued the enemy in one fell swoop.

Cao Mengde stood on a high place, squinting his eyes, staring at the battlefield tightly, with Cao Mengde's keen sense of smell, he felt that it was not yet time.

There were 3,000 reinforcements, all cavalry. There are hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban Army, and their own reinforcements are fighting head-on like a drop in the ocean. The enemy must be dealt a fatal blow at the critical moment.

"It's not time yet." Cao Mengde said softly, as if he was explaining to the deputy general, and like muttering to himself.

"Brother Zhang Bao, it's a pity, I want to prosper the Han, but you want to mess with the Han. In this life, we can only be enemies. Cao Cao looked at the battlefield and muttered to himself.

"Huangfu, it's time to close the net. The Yellow Turban Thief is exhausted. Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song said side by side on the horse.

"yes, it's time to close the net. Gongwei, for the sake of this battle plan, I don't know how much to sacrifice. Huangfu Song said with some regret.

Zhu Jun's face was also dark, both of them were people who loved soldiers like children, and seeing the soldiers under their command being slaughtered, how could they not be heartbroken.

The crisp sound of "bell, bell, bell" penetrated the entire battlefield and reached the ears of every Han soldier.

"Withdraw." The Han army generals heard the sound of Ming Jin's retreat, and ordered a retreat without hesitation. Although the Han army was brave, the gap in numbers was too big after all. The Yellow Turban Army ants mostly bite and kill elephants, and several Yellow Turban soldiers are replaced by a Han army, and the Han army cannot afford to change them.

"Pounce" Guan Hai, the battlefield demon king, slashed an enemy soldier to death with a knife and wiped the blood splashed on his face. Looking up at the retreating enemy soldiers, he wanted to give the order to pursue.

"Boom, boom, boom" The earth trembled, and as far as the eye could see, a ghostly black tide was coming. "Tap, tap."

Guan Hai's face changed, Zhou Cang's face changed, and the faces of all the yellow turban generals changed.

It was a cavalry, the iron cavalry of the Great Man.

Cao Cao raised the weapon in his hand high, rode his horse and galloped wildly, and the three thousand Han iron horsemen followed closely behind him, rolling in with the momentum of crushing everything.

The earth shook more and more under his feet, and the sound of the horse's hooves striking the earth reached into the sky. There was no other sound in heaven and earth, only the roar of horses.

"Withdraw ......," Guan Hai let out a terrible shout. All the Yellow Turban soldiers panicked, and at the moment when Guan Hai gave the order, everyone turned around and ran, what courage, what momentum, in front of this team of cavalry, all came to naught.

"Kill" A thunderous voice roared out of Cao Mengde's mouth.

No one could have imagined that the little man Cao Mengde would have such a mighty voice. Three thousand iron horsemen pressed down over the spear in Cao Cao's hand, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the Yellow Turban Army on the battlefield.

The fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers trembled and became frightened. The battle that had just lasted for a day was really out of strength now. Some of them fell to the ground as they ran, and the routs behind trampled on each other, and I don't know how many died.

The cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the Yellow Turban Army behind was already desperate. No matter how fast a man is, he can't escape the four-legged beast, so he turned around and faced the cavalry, raising his weapon high and trying to cut the cavalry away.

However, the reality was that his weapon had fallen, and the cavalryman's spear had been stabbed into the chest. The gravitational force of the inertia of the cavalry, dragging it out tens of meters.

"It's over." The moment the cavalry appeared, Zhang Bao knew that the battle had been lost. In the era of cold weapons, cavalry was a tank and a trump card. A cavalry with enough impact power can definitely crush his own army of tens of thousands.

"He Man" Zhang Bao shouted loudly.

"Yes."

Zhang Bao said coldly on the horse: "Mr. Protector retreats." If the gentleman is sick, you can come and see him. ”

"Lord, by all means." Xi Zhicai said loudly: "Lord, this is the fault of talent, how can I let He Man protect me from leaving." ”

"Sir, if Zhang Bao can escape this difficulty, you and I will continue the relationship between the monarch and the minister." After that, the horse whip in his hand whipped the horse fiercely.

"Hiss~" The painful horses let out a neigh, carrying Xi Zhicai like a bow and arrow from Xuan to the distance, and then He Man cried: "The lord is sick, He Man will not live in the world, and he should follow the main attack." "Anyway, I rushed to shoot the horse and want to play.

Like a wolf, the iron cavalry rushed into the fleeing Yellow Turban camp, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and the sharp spear pierced the body of the Yellow Turban soldier, and the slaughter began.

At this time, the retreating Han soldiers also returned to the battlefield from the roar of war drums, and put on a new face of Fang Ning.