The Xiliang Cavalry Formation, which swept like a tide, slammed into the Yellow Turban Thief Formation with a powerful habitual surname, and suddenly bloomed into a brilliant wave, the human body was thrown away, the war horse screamed, the cold light of the blade confused the gloomy sky, and the red blood stained the cold sand, at this moment, life was not as humble as a wild dog.

"Dang!"

Ma Yue struggled to slash at the tip of the heavy spear, and finally blocked the thunderous stab of the galloping Xiliang cavalry, and between the two horses, Ma Yue's cold steel knife swept lightly from the neck of the Xiliang cavalry, blood splashed, and the head flew up. A tearing pain came from his left shoulder, and Ma Yue immediately felt that the left half of his body was already numb, and this hard blow actually shattered the sword wound that had not yet fully healed.

Slashed the Xiliang cavalry with a knife, Ma Yue didn't have time to breathe, and another Xiliang iron cavalry roared, and the heavy horse chopping knife slashed horizontally, straight to Ma Yue's throat.

"Boom!"

Ma Yue's steel knife and the Xiliang cavalry's horse chopping knife came again without any tricks, the Xiliang cavalry's horse chopping knife was swinged, and Ma Yue was also shocked off the horse by the huge anti-shock force, in any case, this was the first time Ma Yue rode a horse in his life, and under such a violent impact, he could no longer clamp the horse's belly with his legs.

At that time, horse shoeing did not exist at all, and cavalry could only rely on their legs to clamp the belly of the horse.

Ma Yue turned over and fell off the horse, and another horse rode the Xiliang cavalry galloping, the huge horse's hooves had been stepped on according to his face, the horse leaping wolf howled and struggled to leap forward, which could avoid this fatal step, the huge horse's hooves were only a stone's throw away from his body, if his movements were a little slower, his chest was afraid that he had been stepped out of a bowl-sized blood hole.

Ma Yue turned over and got up, his eyes suddenly opened, and he didn't see even a single Xiliang cavalry, only the yellow dust rising from the sky, covering the weak remnant sun, looking back, the yellow turban thief array behind him was churning, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the fierce Xiliang iron cavalry was like a thousand fierce hornets that broke into the nest where hundreds of millions of marching ants gathered, and they were already drowned in the sea of yellow turbans......

The fierce Xiliang Iron Cavalry showed amazing lethality, a large number of Yellow Turban Thieves were pierced by sharp spears, cut in two by the sharp sabers, and their heads were crushed by the iron hooves of the rushing hooves, and the blood they shed stained the entire White Dragon Beach red, but the Xiliang Iron Cavalry never failed to break the Yellow Turban Thieves' formation, because the Yellow Turban Thieves' formation was too dense.

Countless Yellow Turban thieves fell to the ground and died, but more Yellow Turban thieves howled and pounced, not because they were heroic, not because they ignored the fear of death, but because they had no way out, they were all dead, why not fight with the officers and soldiers to break the net? At this moment, they are no longer peasants who take up arms, but outlaws who are trapped and fighting.

The cold wind blew more and more urgently, and the remnant sun had already been covered by dark clouds, and the sky didn't know when cold snowflakes were floating again, and the earth was drowsy.

When the officials and soldiers standing in the north were about to solidify into a thousand-year-old statue, the churning Bailong Beach finally gradually calmed down, and although the fierce Xiliang Iron Cavalry brought dozens of times the damage to the Yellow Turban Thieves, they themselves were finally bitten by the endless Yellow Turban Thieves like ants.

Dong Zhuo fought his way out of the ant colony under the protection of Hua Xiong and Xu Rong of Xiliang Xiao, and withdrew from the battlefield in disgrace, with less than 500 horsemen still able to follow the left and right, and most of them were sleepy and tired, and were seriously injured.

……

On the White Dragon Beach, the Yellow Turban Thieves Formation.

Ma Yue wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath of cold air, and raised his arms again and roared: "Wow~~"

"Wow~~~"

Thousands of Yellow Turban thieves responded frantically, getting carried away and howling, this time, the number of Yellow Turban thieves who can still get up from the pile of dead people has been reduced by nearly half, but these people who survived have become different from before, the killing intent in their eyes is even stronger, and the iron-like fact is in front of them, as long as they dare to play with their lives, the Han Dynasty officials and soldiers - not invincible!

Ma Yue stood proudly in front of the battle, the inexplicable breath was rolling in his chest, the morale of the officers and soldiers had been discharged, and the morale of the yellow turban was flourishing, if Zhu Jun chose to have a decisive battle at this time, even if he could win in the end, he was afraid that there would be little left of the 5,000 elite northern army under his command.

He is the last famous general of the Han Dynasty, will he choose to die with the Yellow Turban Thief?

……

With a long sigh of relief, Zhu Jun's expression softened, and he looked around and said, "Huh, you can turn the tide with your own strength and influence the outcome of a battle, it's amazing!" Everyone, remember this person, if you don't get rid of this person, one day you will become a big problem for my Han court. ”

Dong Zhuo's expression was full of chagrin, and his eyes showed a light of jealousy and hatred, but Sun Jian and Liu Bei showed awe-inspiring colors at the same time, staring deeply at the majestic figure in front of the enemy formation in the distance.

Zhu Jun was extremely unwilling to take one last look in the direction of Bailongtan, and said in a deep voice: "The momentum of the thieves has become and the sky is late, it is not suitable to fight again today, and the order is ...... Withdraw troops! ”

"Woo~~"

In the sound of the horn, the officers and soldiers began to slowly retreat, when the cherry red tassel disappeared on the horizon, Ma Yue could no longer hold on, his legs were soft and knelt down to the dust, and great joy echoed in his heart, what is nine deaths and one life? This is called nine deaths and one life!

He didn't die under the bows and arrows of the official army, nor did he die under the iron hooves of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, he survived!

Pei Yuanshao pounced like a wolf and was about to give Ma Yue a bear hug, but unexpectedly, he stepped on the air and fell in front of Ma Yue like a dog, this steely man couldn't help crying with joy and roared: "The official army has retreated!" His grandmother's officers and troops retreated, and we won, won! ”

"We won!"

"Win!"

First, hundreds of Yellow Turban Thieves cheered, and then more and more Yellow Turban Thieves joined in the cheers, and finally all the Yellow Turban Thieves began to cheer on the entire White Dragon Beach, and the great joy of rebirth after the catastrophe made these farmers burst into tears, and they hugged each other and cheered in joy.

Among the frenzied Yellow Turban thieves, Liu Pi had a complicated expression, and said to Du Yuan beside him: "After Bo Qi is worthy of being a famous family, he has a legacy of Ma Fubo." ”

There was a glint in Du Yuan's eyes, and he said coldly: "After this battle, Ma Boqi's reputation in the army is only afraid that it will overshadow you, and if the time comes, I am afraid that the officers and men of the three armies will only obey Ma Yue's orders, and will not obey the commander's reprimand." ”

Liu Pi's expression was gloomy, his two thick eyebrows were already frowning, and his gaze towards Ma Yue became more and more complicated.

……

The battle of Xi'e-Bailongtan, the Yellow Turban Thief Zhao Hong, Liu Pi two groups suffered heavy casualties, at the beginning of the infighting, the two armies combined had nearly 100,000 people, but when they came to Wancheng to defect to Zhang Mancheng, all of them added up to less than 30,000, of which there were those who fled, some were killed, some surrendered and were beheaded by the official army, some died in internal strife, and more died in the fierce battle of Bailongtan, Dong Zhuo's Xiliang Iron Cavalry alone caused at least 10,000 casualties to the Yellow Turban Thief.

On the other hand, in terms of officers and troops, except for Dong Zhuo's Xiliang Iron Cavalry, which suffered heavy casualties, other units had almost no casualties.

……

The night is deep, the lights in the Wancheng Taishou Mansion are bright, and Zhang Mancheng, the leader of the Nanyang Yellow Turban, is setting up a banquet to entertain all the big and small leaders, not only to celebrate the repulsion of the official army, but also to reconcile the two families of Zhao Hong and Liu Bi.

Hearing about Ma Yue's brave performance in Bailong Beach, Zhang Mancheng was moved, and said excitedly: "I don't want me to have such a heroic figure in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, come and see it!" ”

Liu Pi stood up from his seat, arched his hand at Zhang Mancheng and said, "Grand Governor, I will call this at the end." ”

……

In the south of Wancheng City, Liu Pi is in the military camp, and Ma Yue is packing up.

In the battle of Bailongtan, he single-handedly turned the tide and changed the outcome of the entire battle, he not only saved Liu Pi's life, but also saved almost the entire Nanyang Yellow Turban! Now, he no longer owes Liu Pi favors, and he can finally leave with a clear conscience. Now is indeed the time to leave, and with Liu Pi's straw bag, he can only perish with the Yellow Turban Thief.

If you want to survive in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, you'd better not have too much to do with the Yellow Turban thief, this is the era of the landlord and the family gate, and there is no way to live as a thief! The best choice is, of course, to be a powerful warlord like Cao Ying, and at worst, to find a powerful warlord to rely on.

Therefore, when the opportunity to clear the relationship with the Yellow Turban was placed in front of Ma Yue, he chose to leave without hesitation!

"Big brother, are we really leaving?" Chen Dang looked at Ma Yue suspiciously, "What about Sister Yan?" Don't you take her with you? ”

Although Chen Dang is underage, he already knows the ambiguous relationship between Liu Yan and Ma Yue.

"That's not what you should care about, take your brother with you, don't get lost on the road!"

Ma Yue's eyes were indifferent, he was not the overlord of Western Chu, so he was not qualified to have a long relationship! What's more, he doesn't have any feelings for Liu Yan. Now his only concern is to leave Liu Pi's military camp quickly, clear all ties with the Yellow Turban Thief, and then find a safe place to settle Chen Kang's brother and complete Chen Xu's last life.

After doing these two things, Ma Yue will have the time and mood to figure out how to make his life more comfortable and nourishing, he is not used to owing favors, it is like not paying debts.

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