Zhao Hong glanced back when he heard the sound, and saw that Huang Zhong was bending his bow and arrows to himself eighty or ninety steps away, and he couldn't help but be sure in his heart: "This Han general has lost his mind at regular times, and there are already eighty or ninety steps between me and him, and my mount is fast, and when he shoots an arrow, I will almost escape a hundred steps away." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Even the condor shooters of the grassland can't shoot the enemy at a distance of 100 steps on horseback, even if this guy's martial arts are high, is it possible to beat the condor shooters on the grassland in archery? ’

He was muttering to himself, but he heard the sound of a bowstring. Although Zhao Hong didn't believe that Huang Zhong could have extraordinary archery skills, he still subconsciously put his body close to the horse's back. But even so, he still felt a cold chest pain in his vest, and when he looked down, a flickering arrow actually drilled out of his chest!!

"How, how is it possible! I ....." Blood mixed with internal organ fragments, unstoppably gushing out from the corners of Zhao Hong's mouth, Zhao Hong felt dizzy, his right hand unconsciously stretched forward to try to grab something, but in the end he didn't catch anything, and a heel rolled off the horse's back.

Seeing Zhao Hongzhong's arrow fall off the horse, Huang Zhong took the sun-chasing treasure eagle bow back to the bow bag on his waist, and dismounted and cut off Zhao Hong's head with a nine-eared and eight-ring elephant trunk knife: "The thief will be dead, and you will be captured if you don't hurry up!" ”

All the Yellow Turban sergeants present were startled by Huang Zhong's angry shouts, and when they found that the dead head that Huang Zhong was holding in his hand was his own commander Zhao Hong, these Yellow Turban sergeants scattered and fled one after another with a shout, only the hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers rushed towards Huang Zhong with red eyes, intending to avenge Zhao Hong.

"Stubborn! Suffer death!! Huang Zhong wrapped Zhao Hong's head around the saddle, turned over and mounted the horse with a nine-eared and eight-ring elephant trunk knife to kill the hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers. A group of Han soldiers beside him were infected by Huang Zhong's unparalleled martial arts, and they also surrounded and killed them with swords and knives, and they only used a moment of effort to cut this group of yellow turban wrestlers into a pile of meat paste.

"Lord Qin, the last general Huang Zhong is here." After getting rid of those Yellow Turban wrestlers, Huang Zhong came to Qin Jie's side.

"Hansheng is finally here, it's a pity, it's a pity that I still couldn't stop the thief army, so that the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves broke through the defense and escaped from Wancheng." Because the guards around him were almost killed and wounded, Qin Jie fought at the last moment, but he was stabbed in the waist and left shoulder and was also stabbed in the thigh.

Huang Zhong and Qin Jie have known each other for a long time, and this time Qin Jie accompanied Zhu Jun to attack Wancheng, and specially asked Wang Rui, the assassin of Jingzhou, to transfer Huang Zhong to his command. Today's battle can be said to be Huang Zhong's first battle in Nanyang, but although Huang Zhong shot and killed Zhao Hong, the commander of the Yellow Turban Qu, in one fell swoop with his own martial arts, the Wancheng Yellow Turban Army finally escaped from the west gate where Qin Jie was stationed.

"This battle is not the fault of Lord Qin, the main reason is that General Zhu Jun brought the army to the east gate, causing the defense of the remaining three gates to be empty. Lord Qin only has thousands of military horses, how can he resist the attack of the Yellow Turban thieves?" Huang Zhong saw that Qin Jie was seriously injured, but he was still worried about his mistakes, so he comforted Qin Jie.

Qin Jie shook his head: "No matter what, the Yellow Turban Thieves have all escaped from me. In order to escape from Wancheng smoothly this time, the hundreds of thousands of thieves must have given up a lot of grain and grass that were difficult to carry. And in order to ensure that the army has enough food, after breaking through the defense line of our army, those yellow turban thieves will inevitably launch a raid on the nearby people and the county town. Because of my own fault, countless people have suffered, and it is truly impossible to atone for my sins. ”

"Lord Qin, don't say it again, your wound is very deep, and you need to call someone to help you bandage it immediately." Huang Zhong held down the emotional Qin Jie and prepared to send him to the camp to deal with his injuries.

Qin Jie grabbed Huang Zhong's arm: "Han Sheng, you want to kill the thief!" Kill the thief!! ”

Huang Zhong was about to persuade again, but he saw that although Qin Jie's eyes were round, he had already lost his breath.

……….

"Sima Sun is back."

Zhu Jun, who was originally worried in the camp, heard that Sun Jian was back, and immediately got up to greet him: "Wentai is there any gain here?" ”

After Sun Jian entered the account, he wiped the cold rain on his face, sighed lightly and said: "Originally, I had already led my troops to catch up with those yellow turban thieves, but the sky was not beautiful, but it was raining heavily, and it was too difficult to rush in the mud road, so how could I line up to meet the enemy?" In order to avoid wasting my troops, I had no choice but to withdraw my troops and return to the camp. ”

"Damn!" Zhu Jun clapped his fists with his fists, eager to crush all the hundreds of thousands of yellow turban thieves who escaped in the palm of his hand.

At Cheng Yu's prompting, Wu Yi got up and asked, "I don't know where those yellow turban thieves have fled?" ”

Sun Jian took off his helmet and came to the map and pointed to the southwest of Nanyang: "These moth thieves are traveling all the way to the southwest, originally I thought they were going south to the hinterland of Jingzhou, but when they reached the vicinity of Zhushui, they traveled along Zhushui, so I deduced that they should be going to Shangyong." ”

"Superior? These guys don't go to Xiangyang but go to Shangyong? According to the temperament of the Yellow Turban Army, Wu Yi originally thought that they would fight all the way along Xiangshui into the hinterland of Jingzhou, and use burning, killing and looting to regain the army's grain, grass, baggage and troops to make up for the shortage.

Cheng Yu pondered for a moment, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth: "These guys want to escape the encirclement and suppression of General Zhu Jun's army." ”

Wu Yi looked at Cheng Yu with some surprise: "How do you say this?" ”

Cheng Yu pointed to the map on the desk and explained: "Although the hinterland of Jingzhou is prosperous, there are nearly 20,000 garrisons in Xiangyang and Jiangling alone. If the thief army goes south to the hinterland of Jingzhou, although it can enjoy a moment's pleasure, it will inevitably be attacked by the local garrison and General Zhu Jun. Unlike in Wancheng, where they can still have a city wall to rely on, in the hinterland of Jingzhou, even if they do their best, it is difficult for them to take a fortified city like Xiangyang or Jiangling, and it is difficult for ordinary small counties to block the siege of the army from all sides. In the absence of heaven and earth, and no one in the middle of the world, these hundreds of thousands of thieves may be able to fight in a battle. But now that they have chosen the path of mediocrity, the situation is very different.

First of all, the number of local garrisons in Shangyong was not large, and some of them were also transferred to Nanyang to help in the war. With the strength of tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Thieves, I am afraid that the entire territory of Shangyong will not be able to support it for even a few days. And if General Zhu Jun led the army to quell the rebellion after they occupied Shangyong, relying on the superiority in military strength and the terrain environment of Shangyong that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, it would be difficult to make contributions in a few months.

And taking a step back, even if General Zhu Jun showed his might and captured the land of the mean, those Yellow Turban troops could still consider going up the Han River to Hanzhong. Wasn't there news before that Zhang Xiu, the head of the Five Doumi Sect, also raised a rebel flag in Hanzhong, claiming that he would come down along the Han River to rescue the Yellow Turban thieves in Wancheng? Now that the Yellow Turban Army has fled to Shangyong, it is just right to get in touch with Zhang Jianjian of the Wudou Mi Sect in Hanzhong, and the two thieves have formed a corner, and it is even more difficult to desperately want to catch them all. ”