The cavalry led by Cao Cao was like the devil of hell, and like a bloodthirsty beast that broke through the ground. There are just endless killings, bloody killings.

Countless Yellow Turban soldiers fled in panic, looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers who scattered and fled, Zhang Bao's face was complicated. I thought that my arrival could change the fate of the Yellow Turban Soldiers, and that it would be able to change these scattered Yellow Turban Army.

It's a pity that the Yellow Turban Soldier is a Yellow Turban Soldier after all, and maybe under his own strong deterrence, he can burst out with courage. However, once it is defeated, it will be like a plate of loose sand.

Zhang Bao raised his weapon and beheaded several fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers. The fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers watched their commander raise their butcher's knives, their faces full of shock.

"Where can you escape? This is still the land of the Han Dynasty, can you escape to the ends of the earth? Can two legs outrun a four-legged cavalryman? Escaping can only lead to faster death, and only by turning around and killing back can you save your life. Only by killing can you save your life, understand? Zhang Bao scolded with a gloomy face.

Zhang Bao raised the weapon in his hand and took the lead and said, "Kill me back." Kill, kill, kill. ”

Many of the Yellow Turban soldiers who fled in rout saw their own commander taking the lead, and their hearts were ruthless, and if they fled, they would die, and if they didn't escape, they would die. Go back and kill the fuck.

"Kill, kill, kill."

The Yellow Turban soldiers who followed behind Zhang Bao picked up their courage and closely followed Zhang Bao to enter the battlefield from the new.

A cavalryman followed closely a rout, his eyes filled with cold blood. A cold light slashed at the neck of the fleeing yellow scarf. Suddenly, Han Jun's face changed, and his body stiffened.

The weapon in his hand followed the master and fell to the ground, and Zhou Cang shot an arrow at a critical moment, saving the man's life. "Flee from what? Kill me back. Zhou Cang shouted angrily. Behind him was the Yellow Turban Defeated Army newly recruited by Zhou Cang, and at this time, a wolf-like voice erupted from his mouth: "Kill, kill, kill." ”

With Zhang Bao's personal participation in the battle, the hard work of the Yellow Turban generals could not reverse the defeat, but at least it was not a one-sided slaughter.

Zhang Bao waved the weapon in his hand vigorously and ran all the way to the center of the battlefield. If there is no one to rescue, the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers in the center of the battlefield will probably be slaughtered.

Cao Cao, the commander of the horse, rode on a horse, and had already turned into a killing god and a devil. Every time a cold weapon is swung, it takes a life.

At this time, Cao Cao had no patience or pity in his heart. Only by killing all these thieves can we return the Han to a good place.

"Cao Mengde." An angry roar came from behind Cao Cao, and Zhang Bao came to the rescue with the collected rout, but saw a cavalry general waving the weapon in his hand, and recognized it as Cao Cao at a glance.

Cao Cao, who turned around, looked at Zhang Bao galloping in the distance, and said coldly: "Kill Zhang Bao, reward a thousand gold." The tone was cold and bloody.

"Whoa~Whoa~" A wolf-like howl came out of the cavalryman's mouth.

"Kill Zhang Bao, kill Zhang Bao." Countless cavalry shouted in their mouths, glanced at the fleeing minions, and slaughtered Zhang Bao in unison.

At this time, Zhang Bao's face was a little complicated, Cao Cao was killing him and saving him. All the cavalry who killed him rushed to him, and saved him because in this huge battlefield, he told all the Yellow Turban Army that the direction of the cavalry was Zhang Bao's position.

Cao Cao thought to himself: Brother Zhang Bao, I gave you the opportunity. Whether you can escape depends on your skills, so that I Cao Cao will not live up to your acquaintance. If you can escape with your life, you and I will be enemies for the rest of our lives.

Looking at Cao Cao's face again, his face was still cold. Cold-blooded eyes shot at Zhang Bao's location.

"Brothers, kill me and protect the general." Pei Yuanshao was the only general who was still following Zhang Bao, and at this time he roared in the air and killed the enemy soldiers.

The shouts of the Han army's iron cavalry made the faces of several people change. Zhou Cang, who was fighting on the battlefield, changed his face: "Quick, quick, follow me to rescue the general." ”

Guan Hai, who had already rushed to the edge of the battlefield, also changed his face, and turned around to kill back to the battlefield: "The general is under siege, and the brothers will kill back with me." ”

At this time, the various Yellow Turban generals on the battlefield fought to Zhang Bao's location.

Pei Yuanshao followed Zhang Jiao very early, and there were still only a few people in Taiping Dao at that time. Every day, he followed Zhang Jiao to preach everywhere, and although the days were hard, there was no complaint. At that time, the people who followed Zhang Jiao were ordinary Taoists.

Pei Yuanshao is full of martial arts, although he is not very powerful, but he is more than capable of protecting Zhang Jiao at that time. Later, as there were more and more Taiping Daoists, Taiping Dao became bigger and bigger.

More and more people with strong martial arts followed Zhang Jiao, and Pei Yuanshao, who was not very good at martial arts, gradually withdrew from the core.

Pei Yuanshao blamed himself for his low martial arts, and then practiced martial arts desperately. It's a pity that the qualifications really exist, Pei Yuanshao took several times more time than others, and although his martial arts have improved, they are still very few.

Later, Pei Yuanshao accompanied and sent Zhang Bao, a general who followed the Digong, and later changed his name to the Yellow Turban Army in the Taiping Road Uprising.

"Maybe this is the last time I'll serve the Digong General." Pei Yuanshao thought secretly in his heart, but the weapon in his hand kept waving, killing the enemy.

The cavalry was getting closer, and the Yellow Turbans formed a human wall with their bodies. There were no shields, no armor, just Yellow Turban soldiers using their bodies as walls.

The long weapon had long been pestled on the ground at an oblique angle, becoming a rudimentary antler to withstand the onslaught of the enemy. The Yellow Turban Army, holding short weapons in their hands, looked a little panicked, mixed with other expressions, but this was no longer important.

The iron cavalry of the Han army had already stepped on the ground, mixed with the momentum of destroying the world and the earth, and came fiercely. The cavalry on the horses, looking at the rows of rudimentary gun arrays and the human walls of their bodies.

A sinister smile appeared on his face. Iron cavalry is synonymous with invincibility, and the little thief soldier uses such a rudimentary instrument to block the footsteps of my cavalry?

Then teach them a lesson and make them understand how vulnerable the ridiculous wall of men is in front of the cavalry.

"Ready." The galloping iron horseman, the general order, the spear pointed to the void in the front row, and pressed down fiercely. The cavalrymen in the back with steel knives were full of smirks.

Closer, closer, the Iron Rider is getting faster and faster, faster and faster. The galloping cavalry could already imagine the feeling of the spear in his hand piercing into the body of the enemy, soft, soft. It's a fascinating feeling. It's like the pleasure of pouring fire on a woman.

Suddenly, there was a shout: "Rush." The human wall in the eyes of the cavalry had already held the spear in his hand at this time, holding the eyes of mortality, and slammed into the cavalry formation.

"Kill." Pei Yuanshao howled angrily and killed the cavalry. The eyes of the Han cavalry showed a beastly light, and the spear in his hand stabbed Pei Yuanshao fiercely with the inertia of the horse's impact.

After all, the cavalry was very inferior to Pei Yuanshao, and the spear in his hand did not stab Pei Yuanshao after all, but was picked up by Pei Yuanshao's hand, and his head rolled to the ground.

The ownerless war horse neighed, and did not know where to run.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who followed behind were not Pei Yuanshao after all. Countless soldiers were strung together by the inertia of the Han cavalry's spears and horses.

However, the behavior of the Yellow Turban soldiers who came forward to send them to death made the face of such a cavalry general change greatly. The cavalry is focused on speed, on impact, and on momentum.

These have to be built on one foundation, and that's the sprint. However, with a series of corpses on the weapons of the pikesmen, the weapons had to be discarded, and the cavalry with weapons and speed had to be discarded, and the consequences were obvious.

At this time, the cavalry that lost its speed gradually weakened its lethality. The Yellow Turban soldiers, regardless of life and death, effectively contained the impact of the cavalry.