For insolence, the next battle must be fought beautifully! Using the bloody heads of the Han army to establish power is much better than killing your own people!

"Dada, dada, dada......"

The loud sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the cavalry of the Han army finally chased after them unhurriedly.

- Haha, as expected......

Seeing this scene, in his arrogant heart, he couldn't help but rise with a heroic spirit of "the war is under control".

These cavalrymen of the Han army, wearing only thin leather armor to cover their hearts, held small crossbows in their hands, and carried short-handled ring-headed knives in their waists, holding torches, urging horses, and trotting all the way to drive away the terrified Yellow Turban defeated soldiers.

Although they were chasing the enemy, the expressions of the Han cavalry were quite relaxed. From time to time, a cavalryman jumped off his horse and killed the Yellow Turban soldier who had fallen to the ground when he was exhausted in his running and cut off his head.

Quite a few cavalrymen wore the heads of the Yellow Turbans on their horses. One or two less, four or five more. One of the skinny cavalrymen was the most exaggerated, with no less than ten heads hanging in front of and behind the horse!

The front of the cavalry, passing in front of the arrogant, those dripping with blood, left a clear mark on the avenue. The ambush soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who saw this scene were all filled with righteous indignation.

However, the military discipline training received these days finally allowed the Yellow Turban wrestlers to control their thoughts.

However, every Yellow Turban wrestler who felt the sadness of the death of the rabbit and the fox kept shouting in his heart:

- Why, the signal for the attack has not yet been sent!?

In the heart of the Yellow Turban Lux, at this moment, time has passed so long.

When half of this Han cavalry team of more than 200 people had already passed through the ambush circle of the ambush soldiers, Zhang Qiang shouted:

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who had been waiting for a long time, jumped out of the woods, holding spears and halberds in their hands, and launched a ferocious attack on the unprepared Han cavalry!

Dian Wei and Zhou Cang, the two fierce generals, took the lead and rushed to the forefront.

Zhou Cang brandished a long-handled broadsword weighing dozens of catties, like cutting melons and vegetables, and in a breath, he cut the two horsemen into two at the waist.

Dian Wei carried two halberds weighing more than 20 catties each, shouted loudly, rushed all the way, ran out of a distance of ten steps, and had already cut off two heads, three arms, four horse legs, plus a war horse that was knocked down alive and unconscious!

These two brave generals, one head and one tail, cut the entire enemy cavalry into three sections!

"Ahh

"No!"

"There's an ambush!"

……

Suddenly, such a blow was blowen, and the whole cavalry team was in chaos. Some cavalrymen hurriedly raised their crossbows to aim, others drew their ring-headed swords on their horses and swung them, but many more were too busy to know where to put them.

Finally, the commander of this cavalry, the "battalion Sima" of the Northern Army of the Han Dynasty, had some experience, and with a "war qi", he jumped off the war horse with all his strength, dodged the fierce impact of Dian Wei, and then shouted:

"Dismount! Formation! Dismount and form a formation! ……”

The other Han troops, when they heard the call of the leader, woke up like a dream, and then jumped off their horses one after another, gathered together in groups of three or five, formed a small formation, and covered each other. In this way, for the first time, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who raided suffered casualties.

Of course, this shouting of Sima of the Han military camp immediately made him the primary target in the eyes of the Yellow Turban wrestlers. Not to mention others, Dian Wei stunned the mount of this battalion Sima with one punch, and the halberd in his hand waved like the wind, and every blow smashed towards the key point of Sima of the Han military camp.

Sima of the Han military camp rolled on the ground, dodged another sweep by Dian Wei, and was about to join a small Han army formation next to him, when he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, looked down, and found in disbelief that a sharp blade had come out of his heart!

He screamed, and grabbed the blade with his hand. However, in the blink of an eye, the blade of the sword was gone. Ying Sima grabbed an air, his body fell suddenly, and he twitched a few times on the ground, his eyes still wide in anger, obviously dead.

Sima of the cavalry battalion of the Xiyuan Army, Yang Kong, a son of the Yang family of Hongnong, was killed!

Zhang Mad withdrew his blood-dripping sword, and his body moved, and he disappeared into the dense forest.

Insolent kung fu, although not very suitable for frontal battlefields, is extremely good at chaotic battle assassination. Because, when the "Great Sage and Good Teacher" Zhang Jiao chose to teach him, he originally cultivated Zhang Jiao as a "swordsman".

Even if the current arrogance is a soul that has crossed over from the afterlife, it still retains and absorbs some of the original abilities and even personality of this body. Otherwise, with his original identity as an Internet nomad in the 21st century, how could he do such a murderous thing without blinking?

Now that Zhang Qiang showed his skills, he found that his strength was actually quite good, and he was very happy in his heart.

At this point, the Han army can be said to have lost the game. In places that were not involved in the melee, some clever cavalrymen began to ride their horses and flee. However, for most of the Han soldiers who were entangled by the Yellow Turban wrestlers, this idea was simply difficult to realize.

In particular, the road is lined with lush forests. People can pass on foot, but horses can't get through no matter what. Although some Han cavalry decisively abandoned their horses and entered the forest, after all, there were not many of them.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! Kill! ……”

Not far away, there was another earth-shattering shout. It was a reserve prepared in advance by Insolence. Looking at the large areas of torches, like a cloud, with the sound of shouting and killing gradually approaching, the Han army had completely lost the ** of the battle and began to collapse completely.

"Those who descend will not be killed! Those who descend will not be killed! ……”

Seeing the development of the situation, Zhou Cang was the first to shout loudly. With a glimmer of life, the Han soldiers in despair tried to lay down their weapons. When they found out that the surrenderers had not been killed, they immediately began to scramble to surrender.

Of course, there are always exceptions.

A short soldier, leaning against a big tree, waved a halberd that he had snatched in his hand, and was stunned to force the three Yellow Turban soldiers who besieged him to retreat several times. Not far away, two wounded soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, covering their wounds, were staring at the culprit with vicious eyes.

"Surrender!"

"I can't escape!"

"If you don't surrender, I'll kill you!"

In the face of the persuasion of the Yellow Turban sergeant, this little cavalryman stubbornly pursed his lips and did not say a word. But the halberd in his hand was always facing forward.

"Little fun, come down! Sima is also dead, so why bother to fight for his own life in vain! ……”

An old soldier who had been disarmed, looking at the little cavalry, still fighting to the death, couldn't help but persuade him.

"Yes, we weren't caught by those brutal Hu people, we are all Han people, and it doesn't ...... anything if we descend."

To be honest, the preaching of the "Taiping Dao" was still very influential for the middle and lower Han army. In the situation that the general trend has passed, the will of the Han soldiers to resist is not high. Otherwise, how could the tens of thousands of elites of the Northern Army, who were highly skilled and well-equipped, be defeated by the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army, which had no more than 30,000 or 40,000 elite soldiers, a month ago?

In the face of the persuasion of his colleagues, Xiao Lezi remained silent, but waved his halberd and hit a yellow turban sergeant in the chest with one blow. If it weren't for the protection of leather armor, this time, the Yellow Turban sergeant would have been disemboweled.

"What's his name? Where are the people? ”

After dealing with the rest of the Han cavalry, he walked over insolently and found that there was still a hard bone, so he was curious for a moment and asked the old man who persuaded him to surrender.