Chapter Forty-Three: The Death of the Warrior

The fierce battle continued, and the 5,000 elite cavalry led by Liu Jin and Gongsun Zhan were surrounded by more and more Yellow Turban Army, and the losses became more and more great. This made the two people who commanded the army can't help but feel like knives, after all, these elite sons and daughters were brought out by themselves.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban Army was regaining its combat strength under the command of several commanders, Liu Jin understood that he had to implement decapitation tactics in order to break out of the encirclement, otherwise he and the others would be doomed.

"Hierro, I'll give you a task" Liu Jin shouted loudly and called out to Heyero, the first brave general under his command.

As he galloped his horse, he replied, "Speak, my lord! What to do".

Liu Jin glanced at the majestic figure of Hierro, made up his mind, and said with an awe-inspiring expression: "Lead Xiao Wuwei and kill all the generals above the rank of the enemy commander for me, can it be completed?" ”。

This is a difficult task, but now it is also the only chance to save himself and Gongsun Zhan's five thousand sons, so Liu Jin did not hesitate.

Gerero was also unambiguous, and when he heard this, he was shocked, and the mace in his hand danced more urgently, and he killed several Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed up, and promised loudly: "Look at so-and-so!" Brethren of Xiaowuwei come with me! ”。

With Gyero's order, forty-eight three-edged iron spears stabbed in unison, instantly breaking out of the encirclement, and forty-eight warrior guards came to Geyero's side.

"Brothers, it is today to capture the flag and make great achievements. Kill! With an order, Hiero took the lead in the crowd of Yellow Turban Army gathered together.

The huge mace swept one after another, and all the Yellow Turban Army swept by the hideous and terrifying stick body were all broken bones and tendons without exception.

At this moment, Geyero incarnated as a Shura messenger walking in the human world, and no Yellow Turban could stand in his way in front of his horse. But there were those who stopped, without exception, and all of them were killed on the spot.

The soldiers of the Warrior Guard did not have the terrifying brute strength of Geyero, but their bravery was not weaker than Heyero's. The triangular iron spear with a hideous cold light became the most dazzling and ruthless killing weapon on the battlefield, and any Yellow Turban Army who dared to oppose the Xiaowu Wei was all pierced in the chest or throat by the tip of the triangular spear.

The blood-red military flag engraved with the word 'Xiaowu' passed by, whether it was a Yellow Turban wrestler or an ordinary Yellow Turban foot soldier, all of them were killed, without exception.

This elite division, which was formed and established from the Battle of Yanmen, has endured countless fierce battles and countless hardships, and it can even be said that it is a tragic training.

Today, it is finally time for them to fight the first battle of the Central Plains. And He Yi, who stood in front of them, became the first enemy general to fall under the iron hooves of Xiaowuwei.

He Yi, the third-ranked commander of the Yanzhou Yellow Turban Army, was pierced by the three-edged iron spear of Hao Si, the commander of Xiaowuwei, and the former Yanmen scout Hao Si when Xiao Wuwei rushed through. With incomprehension and resentment, He Yi fell, his head was cut off by Hao Si's knife and hung under the horse's neck, which was Hao Si's glory and Hao Si's military exploits.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Wuwei, under the leadership of Geyero, killed He Yi's personal guards, turned around again, and went straight to He Man in the south to kill. At this time, there were still thirty-nine of the forty-eight Xiaowuwei left.

He Man is different from his brother He Yi, he is just the number one marshal in the Yanzhou Yellow Turban Army, known for his good use of intrigue and trickery, and can be said to be the brainchild of Daqu Shuai Buji.

When He Man watched the cavalry detachment of the Han army that had killed his brother rushing towards him, an idea immediately rose in his head, which was full of bad water. I only heard He Man turn his head sideways and whisper to the captain of the guard beside him: "You go and gather two hundred personal guards, each with a long hook and lasso, a long halberd and a spear hidden in the army, just wait for the Han army to come, then rush up, kill the horse first and then kill in, understand?" ”。

Seeing that the captain of the guard promised softly, he turned around and took two hundred of He Man's personal guards, and quickly disappeared into the crowd of tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army, and no trace of their existence could be found.

In He Man's sneer, the forty Han Army Iron Cavalry broke through the wind and waves all the way, like a meteor piercing the sky, and quickly came to the vicinity of He Man.

The first to kill was still Heyero, who was holding a mace, and saw that Heyero's mace full of barbs spun like the wind, and was smashed by it, and the Yellow Turban soldiers flew out upside down.

Without a moment's pause, the thirty-nine horsemen also came with the wind, the three-edged iron spear was still sharp, and the sharp spear that kept dripping with blood beads continued to pierce out, like an enlarged mace, completely unstoppable.

"Stabbing horses", in He Man's angry shouts, more than 100 yellow turban spearmen and halberd men who killed out of nowhere stabbed through a burst of random guns, and more than a dozen Xiao Wuwei were immediately stabbed down the war horses under the crotch.

In the wailing sound of the war horse, the thirteen Xiaowu guards, including Hao Si, were instantly pulled into the crowd of the Yellow Turban Army by the lasso of the Yellow Turban Lock.

After a burst of chaotic knives, the thirteen Xiaowu Wei Erlang only let out a few screams, and they were divided by the chaotic blades, leaving stumps and broken arms all over the ground, the scene was extremely miserable, and it was disgusting.

Liu Jin, who had been paying attention to Xiao Wuwei from afar, couldn't help but be furious when he saw this situation, and shouted and scolded: "Damn He Man, don't kill this person in this life, and swear not to be a person."

But the battle situation will not change because of Liu Jin's anger, another burst of spears stabbed by, and the eight Xiao Wuwei who tried to return to the horse to rescue Hao Si and others were also stabbed to the ground, and they were dismembered by the blade.

"Hahaha, Liu Jinxiao'er, this is the end of going against someone", He Man laughed contemptuously and said wildly.

When Hierro, who was about to return to the horse to rescue, heard this, he suddenly came to his senses and shouted: "Kill He Man first, and the brothers will kill you."

"Kill", with this angry shout, the remaining eighteen Xiaowu Weierlang all glared angrily, and the flames of revenge were surging in their eyes. With faster gun speed, more sharp thrusts show their own way of revenge.

"Die", Hiero roared, and the mace smashed down. He Man, who was about to block the gun, was smashed into a ball of flesh by Hierro with his men and horses.

"Revenge, revenge", taking advantage of the good opportunity of He Man's death in battle and the chaos of the Yellow Turban Army, Hyero shouted, and led eighteen Xiaowu guard cavalry to ambush them again.

The vengeful triangular iron spear was fierce and decisive, and in no moment's effort, the three thousand yellow turban elites gathered together were scattered by Hiero and others, and more than hundreds of people were killed and wounded, which shows how quickly the revenge of the Xiaowu guards came.

Taking advantage of the death of the He brothers in battle and the leaderless Yellow Turban Army on the east and north sides, Liu Jin and Gongsun Zhan oversaw the army and broke through the interception of the Yellow Turban Lux in one fell swoop, gathering into a torrent.

"Governor, get out of the way! Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge! Gongsun Zhan saw the direction of Liu Jin's angry gaze at the Yellow Turban Army's marshal flag, worried that Liu Jin was eager for revenge, and hurriedly persuaded.

But Liu Jin was unmoved, looked at the remaining more than 1,000 Yanmen iron horsemen and more than 2,000 white horse volunteers, raised the painted dragon Qingtian halberd in his hand, and asked loudly: "What should I do if I kill my brother?" ”。

"Swear to kill, swear to kill!!" , The Yanmen Iron Riders shouted in unison, showing their hearts to the commander. By the way, the white horse servants who had survived the bloody battle shouted together.

"Today, don't kill yourself, swear not to return to the army, blow the horn", Liu Jin's earth-shattering roar burst out, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"Woo woo woo", the melodious and tactful horn military horn sounded, and the remaining nearly 4,000 elite cavalry of the Han army raised their weapons one after another, and responded to the shout of the military horn in unison: "If you don't kill yourself, you vow not to return to the army!" ”。

The cavalry of the north was different from the cavalry of the south, and because of the speed of the cavalry, there was a convention among the cavalry of the north that the horn was used instead of the drums.

Gain's war drums were heavy and extremely inconvenient to carry, and if they were to be carried on the march, it would inevitably greatly affect the speed of the march. Therefore, when acting alone, the northern cavalry always took the horn as an order.

Gongsun Chan was stunned, he didn't expect that Liu Jin would drive the morale and fighting spirit of more than 3,000 people with just a breath of blood. What I didn't expect was that including the White Horse Yicong under his command, the whole army only had one thought of revenge.

Handed over Cai Yong to Gongsun Zhan to take care of him, Liu Jin tore off a piece of white cloth to wrap the torn wound anew, raised the painted dragon halberd in his hand with both hands, and shouted: "The target is to kill yourself, and the army will kill with me."

As he spoke, Liu Jin took the lead and once again entered the dense crowd. It's not that Liu Jin doesn't know the truth that he can't fight hard, but Liu Jin is more sober than anyone else at this moment.

Now that the two main generals of the Yellow Turban Army have died in battle, and the 40,000 or 50,000 Yellow Turban Army they command are leaderless, it is the best time to break the enemy at this time. This is the case when you are sick and your life is true.

For example, if you have a cold, you will have a fever, and your body's strength will not be able to concentrate, although your brain can still mobilize your body and direct your body to respond in various ways. However, because of the fever, it will inevitably cause the body to experience weakness caused by adverse symptoms when executing brain commands, or the execution of commands will be reduced.

And right now, that's the case with the Yellow Turbans. Because of the death of the He brothers, Bu Ji's orders could not be conveyed to the hands of the next level of junior marshals, military marquis and other officers in time, and the reaction of the troops would definitely be half a beat slower, or even a beat.

And what Liu Jin needs is this half-beat time. With the assault speed of the Northern Iron Cavalry, this half beat was enough.

More than 3,000 horsemen were like arrows from the string, quickly swept through the chaotic Yellow Turban army, and the Yellow Turban army along the road was killed by the spears and arrows of the Han army's elite horsemen, and the corpses fell to the ground with broken arms.

Gradually, the army of Yellow Turbans, which had been gathered together, was quickly split into two halves. And the elite iron cavalry led by Liu Jin is the sharp arrow that breaks through the Yellow Turban army and cuts through the sky.

The large array of the Chinese army in front of the elite cavalry of the Han army gathered 30,000 of the most elite Yellow Turban troops. They laid out a rigorous battle formation, like an iron plate, strong and heavy. Bu Ji is confident that this will become a place for the officers and soldiers to bury their bones, and will make the officers and cavalry hit their heads and bleed in front of the heavy Yellow Turban Array. (To be continued)