5,000 people, if compared with the more than 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in terms of numbers, is like a baby facing a strong man, and the comparison of nearly 30 troops seems to have no power to fight back at all, let alone victory or defeat.

Lu Bu did not appear in this Chinese army, which made Guan Hai have a trace of regret about the victory he was about to win, but seeing that Qin Xu only took five thousand elites of Lu Bu's army to dare to persuade him to surrender at such a close distance, in addition to feeling that Qin Xu was not worthy of his name and picked up people's teeth, Guan Hai couldn't help but also have a little admiration for this timid young man.

This is the plain, both sides are infantry, unless these soldiers in Lu Bu's army are all like Lu Bu, the world's first fierce general, and have the courage of ten thousand people, otherwise no matter how bad the combat strength of the Yellow Turban soldiers on his side is, but in the case of an absolute advantage in numbers, there is only one final result.

Crush!

Crush without suspense!

Guan Hai didn't look at Lu Bujun's 10,000 people in his eyes before, and he only asked about Zhang Liao's 3,000 forwards defeating more than 10,000 soldiers, and it didn't rise to the level of worry at all. Guan Hai was most worried about the food of the brothers, followed by the time of the fall of Beihai City, as for Lu Bujun, if he hadn't been deceived and provided Guan Hai with an excuse to deal with the other Yellow Turban forces to ask for military rations, Guan Hai would not have looked at it at all.

"The heavens are dead! Huang Tian should stand! ”

The long-lost slogan resounded in the dim sky outside Beihai City, desolate and solemn, and as the words fell, the heavens seemed to be in harmony, and the last ray of the sunset on the horizon was also obliterated on the horizon.

"Defeat the enemy army and capture Lu Bu alive! Go to Linzi to exchange food! "No matter how exciting the pre-war mobilization is, there is no great temptation to fill the stomach. Linzi grain is mostly a well-known thing, can contain the homeless people without restrictions, and finally even the more than 100,000 mouths of the Yellow Turban Han Guangbu of Zichuan State can be received without changing their faces, do you still need to doubt the strength of Linzi?

As for the words of persuasion that Kong Er had just announced on the high platform, Guan Hai didn't take it to heart at all. You must know that a few years ago, Sun Zhong was thinking about surrendering to Zhu Jun's official army. But the result? As soon as they laid down their weapons, what awaited them was not hot corn, but a bright steel knife. Sun Zhong himself was also fleeing by the current plains minister Liu Bei, who was still white at the time, and was shot through the chest with an arrow. also lost his life, he was able to survive, returned to Qingzhou, took refuge under Guan Hai, and started the stove again. Therefore, in the eyes of Guan Hai Sun Zhong and others, it is more reliable to believe the words that came out of the mouth of the official army than to believe the nonsense!

"It's time!" Seeing that only 500 meters away, the black pressure mixed with the yellow waves of people, like a landslide and tsunami, roared towards the more than ten huge high platforms. Qin Xu tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, and with a confident smile on his face, he glanced at Kong Er, who was unconscious.

"Huh!" However, the red flag with the length of the human arm was slashed down by Kong Er, who was excited on his face, and there was a slight sound in the wind.

"Camp first! Listen to me! Ignition! Lu Yi, who was remorseful because he did not participate in the battle of the Nameless Hill, did not pay attention to the resentful eyes, and when Kong Er was stunned and waved the red flag, he grabbed the green flag in his hand and raised it high, regardless of whether the other people on the high platform who were far away could hear it, and shouted excitedly.

The torches were not very conspicuous in the gradually dimming sky, but they also attracted the attention of Guan Hai, who was charging ahead, but it was too late to think about it now. Although Guan Hai has always been conceited of force, and his eyes are unchanged when he charges in front, he is not the kind of brave man who is desperate when he has the courage to come up, as the commander of 800,000 yellow turbans, Guan Hai deliberately controls the frequency of the pack horses under him, although he takes the lead, but he is only a few steps away from the yellow turban soldiers behind him. When the torches were discovered, the distance was actually getting closer and closer, and seeing that if he ran a few more steps, he could collide with the soldiers of Lu Bujun in black armor and holding horizontal knives who were waiting under the high platform.

"Put!"

On more than a dozen high platforms, with the red flag brushed for the second time, a loud roar suddenly sounded in unison.

Before Guan Hai could comprehend, he saw that on the platform of more than ten meters, hundreds of circular objects with a shining yellow light suddenly rose into the air and fell towards the Yellow Turban Warriors behind him.

"What the hell are you doing again!" Guan Hai pouted disdainfully on the horse. Seeing these hundreds of strange things falling into the crowd, they didn't even make a sound, which made Guan Hai feel even more ridiculous about Lu Bujun's tricky methods.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Seeing that he was only a dozen steps away from the soldiers who were strictly guarding under the high platform of Lu Bujun, he could even see the contemptuous smile on the other party's face. Guan Hai finally sensed that something was wrong!

Grin? In the face of the Yellow Turban soldiers who are dozens of times larger than themselves, can they still show this expression?

Could it be that these people are crazy? No, there must be a scam in it! Guan Hai is worthy of being a veteran bird who has been in battle for a long time, and he was a general under Zhang Jiao before, and Zhang Jiao himself is an ancestor-level figure who pretends to be a god and a ghost, so Guan Hai's adaptability to the evil things that happen on the battlefield is still very sensitive.

"Not good! Retreat to both sides! …… Yes! ”

Ten steps, five steps! The smile on the face of the soldier Lu Bu became more and more intense, and the hesitation in Guan Hai's heart also increased, it was a long story, but in fact, it was only a matter of a moment, and Guan Hai made the most correct choice.

It's just a pity that it's too late!

In order to avoid the lack of experience of the soldiers who were newly added to the Xiandeng camp and feared the enemy in battle, Qin Xu lengthened the fuse of the earthen bomb named "Shenlei" by Lu Yi a lot, although this led to an increase in the probability of a squib, but it greatly increased the safety surname. And ordered the soldiers of the first battalion to stuff cotton in their ears in advance, and agreed to give orders in flags, that is to say, just including the roar of Lu Yi and the shouts of the captains on the high platforms, in fact, the effect is not very great.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

After about five seconds of ignition, no matter how long the fuse was, it had already burned to the end, and the ensuing loud noises and fires in the Yellow Turban Warrior Formation were like pouring a scoop of cold water on a pot of boiling hot oil, and after a brief calm that seemed to be momentary, it suddenly caused a frightened shout that was more violent than the explosion.

"Tianwei? Heavenly punishment! ”

The words in the persuasion words that Kong Er shouted just now were shouted out by more and more Yellow Turban soldiers at this moment. The face that was originally indifferent was full of fear at the moment, and this fear seemed to be contagious, with the continuous loud noises and fires, more and more Yellow Turban soldiers stood on the ground, and did not dare to take a step forward.

Ten years ago, the Yellow Turban Uprising failed, Zhang Jiaobing was defeated and died, and most of the rest were strangled by the official army, and now these Yellow Turban thieves who were selected as soldiers are mostly just physically stronger displaced people who have lost their land, whether in terms of combat power or mentality, they are more unbearable than the orthodox rebel professional households before.

"It's that person! It was that man who summoned Heavenly Punishment! "I don't know who first discovered Qin Xu on the high platform, dressed differently from the soldiers around him, and the moon-white Confucian shirt that didn't fit well was even more prominent under the illumination of the torches.

As this kind of remarks spread more and more widely among the Yellow Turbans who were huddled together on the plain under the high platform, but they did not dare to move forward an inch, and the voice became louder and louder, Qin Xu finally put down the hands covering his ears.

This thing can be one or two, and you can't repeat it. Although all the soldiers of the Lu Bu Army who participated in this operation have been clearly ordered not to panic and not to move. But the loud noise and the light of fire that came out of thin air still caused these soldiers who had been mentally prepared to panic slightly. People have an instinctive reaction to loud noises and flashes of light, and they can't be controlled by watching firecrackers go off a few times. This thing is so easy to imitate, if it is really studied by the people of the hostile forces, it will definitely be a huge hidden danger for the cavalry-based Lu Bu army, and it can't be as ruthless as Cao Ying, and the cavalry and war horses who are ready to deal with Qingzhou are all deaf in their ears and wear blindfolds, right?

"Lao Kong, you can continue!" When people say that what the man means, he will have a sense. Qin Xu was no exception, and when he saw that the more than 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers under the high platform were stunned by the hundreds of earth bombs that had been fired by nearly half, they did not dare to take a step forward. Qin Xu was very satisfied with the consequences of this time, and gestured to Kong Erzi, who was fiddling with the iron horn.

"Drop or not!" Kong Er was stunned and cleared his throat and brewed for a long time, but in the end, he just used the red flag to wave left and right, and shouted these three words loudly into the tin horn with all his strength.

"Drop or not!"

"Drop or not!"

The soldiers of the Lu Bu army under the high platform who had received the order also recovered from the scene just now, as if the sky had just changed, and they stepped neatly, holding the flat-ended war knives, and they were shouting step by step towards the Yellow Turban soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit.

"The other party has the help of gods and men, what else is there to fight? I'm not fighting! Surrender! ”

"Surrender!"

In everything, there will be a wise person who will take the lead and then infect others. The Yellow Turbans are no exception. This kind of epoch-making weapon, the "miracle" that can emit loud noises and fires out of thin air, is not at all something that people of this era can explain clearly, and it is much more intuitive than the Yellow Turban thief Kou depicted when he preached and pulled people, and it is impossible for these people not to believe that the young man on the high platform, if he and the others do not surrender, will they be punished by the gods and thunder again.

With the sound of crackling weapons on the ground, and the vibration of more than 100,000 people kneeling on the ground, the sound of surrender one after another was much louder than the explosion just now.

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