In the inner courtyard of the palace, the ten permanent servants are discussing secretly.

He Butcher is really getting more and more arrogant, if he continues like this, one day he will learn Dou Wu to put the knife on our necks." ”

Zhao Zhong said: "We just want to entertain the emperor's waiting, and who is in the way of provoking whom?" I really don't understand why these royal relatives and important ministers hate us like this? ”

Zhang Rang said: "It's not because the emperor believes in us and spoils us, these courtiers and thieves are sour in their hearts, hum!" ”

Ji Shuo said: "We can't let it go any longer, we must learn from Lord Cao Jie's edict, mobilize the Yulin Army to eradicate these ministers and thieves, and wait for the raw rice to be cooked and cooked, I don't think the emperor will embarrass us, everyone said yes?" ”

Xia Yun said: "The envoy can't do it, although the Yulin Army is under our control, but the number of troops is too small after all, and the eighth captain of Xiyuan is mostly He Jin's cronies, in case the new recruits in Xiyuan defect, it may cause a scuffle, and it may be difficult to succeed in a hurry, and then Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song will lead the army to Xikou Luoyang, and the big thing will be rested~~"

Zhang Rang said: "What Xia Gong said is right, now the time has not come, so let He Jin the butcher be arrogant for a few more days." The top priority at the moment is to find ways to transfer the armies of Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song back to Luoyang, wait for the troops to disperse in Xiyuan, and return to the court, and then disband all the volunteers in all states and counties in the world. ”

He said, "When will it have to be?" ”

Zhang Rangyin smiled and said: "It is He Butcher who can't wait, not us, as long as the state pastoral system is restored, all states in the world work together to suppress the thieves, the Yellow Turban Thieves will always be destroyed one day, and then the sea will be peaceful, see what excuse he still uses to hold on to the military power, hum!" ”

Zhao Zhong said: "What Zhang Gong said is very true, I have already contacted Zong Zhengqing Liu Yan, and then proposed to Fuzhou Mu in the Ming Dynasty, and we can contact familiar officials separately, and build momentum in the Ming Dynasty, which is expected to be successful." ”

Zhang Rang said: "Good, the princes can act separately." ”

……

Changshe, in the early years of Zhongping (184 AD), Yingchuan Yellow Turban Governor Shuai Bocai once defeated Lu Zhi here, Beizhonglang burned the Han army in his department, and Lu Zhi was only spared.

After a year, another big war is about to start here.

"Woo woo~~"

The earth has just regained spring, the wheat seedlings are thriving, and the Jimu field is lush and green. In the endless wilderness, a low and desolate trumpet suddenly sounded, and in the loud and long trumpet sound, a banner waving in the wind came from the north, obscuring the original green of the wilderness.

Mao Jie sat comfortably on the horse's back, squinting his eyes and looking ahead, the sky was high and the sun was shining.

"Report ~~ General, ten miles ahead is the Changshe."

Long Society? A trace of cold flame flashed in Mao Jie's eyes, and he turned around suddenly, only to see the smoke and dust behind him, the iron flow surging, the dense figures of the Han army soldiers were like a sea of smoke, and the red cherry blossoms on the helmet gathered into a red ocean, and under the bright color, it burned with a suffocating killing atmosphere.

"Newspaper~~"

Another probe horse galloped forward with billowing smoke and dust.

"General, twenty miles ahead, I found a brigade of Yellow Turban thieves!"

Mao Jie's spirits perked up when he heard this, and he asked, "How many thieves are there?" ”

"There are more than 50,000 people! It is divided into five teams, and the first team has the largest number of people, with more than 20,000 people! ”

"Fifty thousand heads!?" A trace of greedy and cruel murder flashed across Mao Jie's face, and he shouted loudly, "Beat the drums, line up, and prepare for battle~~"

"Knock~"

"Knock~"

Under the reprimand of the officers, the advance pace of the Han soldiers came to an abrupt halt, and then slowly spread to the two wings, in less than a quarter of an hour, it has been arranged into a battle formation, the heavy infantry is in front, the light infantry is in the center, the archers and the baggage team are in the back, and only a few hundred light cavalry are divided into two teams on the left and right, protecting the flanks of the army.

……

The Han army under Mao Jiesuo went twenty miles to the south.

An eagle screeched through the sky, looking down indifferently over the ground, searching for any possible prey.

On the ground, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the green of the field had already been covered by an endless yellow turban like a vast ocean, and five huge and irregular squares were sweeping like a tide, dozens of miles away, each yellow square was formed by the dense human beings like an ant march, and the green field was constantly swallowed, and the billowing smoke and dust rose up under their feet.

"Huh~"

A sharp arrow pierced the sky and accurately hit the eagle's chest, the eagle screamed, fluttered its wings and fell from the sky, and a strong arm reached out in the air, holding the eagle in his hand.

"Hahaha~~"

A long and vigorous laugh resounded in the sky, Bo Wu threw the eagle to the guards behind him, patted the horse and galloped forward, billowing smoke and dust rose from under the horse's hooves, and the fierce pride burned endlessly in his chest, Bo Wu couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long roar, how many days have not been so comfortable galloping horses?

"Rhythm ~~"

Bo Wu pulled the reins of the horse fiercely, the war horse neighed and stood up, and the hind legs kicked the ground several times before stopping the momentum, Bo Wu pulled the horse's head hard, squinted his eyes and looked behind him, only to see that more than 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers were gathering into a huge military formation, sweeping all over the mountains.

Liao Hua and Peng Tuo, you can stay behind and eat ashes! Bo Wu's expression was awe-inspiring, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, after this battle, this Yingchuan Grand Governor is only afraid that it should be replaced, right?

"Newspaper~~"

A horse galloped over.

Bo Wu's face sank, and he said coldly: "Speak!" ”

"General, the Han army is found five miles ahead!"

"How many are there?"

"Five thousand!"

"Only 5,000 people?" A contemptuous smile flashed across Bo Wu's face, and he said lightly, "Don't wait for Sun Zhong and Liao to turn them in, today, Lao Tzu wants to use a hearty victory to tell Ma Yue that I, Bo Wu, are not as vulnerable as he thinks!" I didn't fall out with his 800 rogues, I just gave him a face for the sake of the same yellow scarf! Pass my general's order, launch an attack immediately, and the whole army will advance~~"

"Woo~~"

The chaotic sound of bull horns resounded in the sky, and the slowly marching Yellow Turban thieves gradually quickened their pace, and swept towards the north in a chaotic manner.

……

20 miles further south of the Yellow Turban Army of the Bowu Division, on the bank of a shallow river, a blood-colored banner fluttered in the wind, and under the big flag, a large area of black pressure neat army formation stood solemnly, and the murderous aura of Xiao Se was stirring between heaven and earth, and the pervasive solemn aura almost made the small river cut off.

There was silence in the field, only the war horses made a snort from time to time, which seemed particularly solemn and cold.

"Newspaper~~"

A hurried sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded, and a horse galloped from the front, and the mournful and long sound of the horn pierced the silent sky.

"Big leader, Bo Wu did not obey the order, and without waiting for Liao Hua, Peng Tuo, Sun Zhong, Bian Xi and other troops to converge, he had already launched an attack on the Han army without authorization."

Pei Yuanshao frowned, and said in a deep voice: "This Bowu is really hateful!" ”

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ma Yue's mouth, and he said in a deep voice: "Got it, explore again!" ”

"Yes!"

The horse agreed, turned over and galloped away.

Guo Tu cautiously walked up to Ma Yue and said in a low voice: "Big leader, although there are 20,000 people in the Bowu Division, most of them are rabble, I am afraid that they are not the opponents of the Han army of the Mao Rank Division, so they should be ......."

Ma Yue glared at Guo Tu coldly, Guo Tu was silent, and the second half of the sentence "Send troops to the rescue quickly" couldn't say it again, and in an instant, he already understood Ma Yue's intentions, Ma Yue's poison with soldiers is really the only thing Guo Tu has seen in his life! Thinking of this, Guo Tu's heart became more and more awe-inspiring, and his awe of Ma Yue was a little heavier.

……

Mao Jie's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, only to see billowing smoke and dust rising from the endless horizon in front of him, and the ant-like yellow turban thief was sweeping from the horizon.

"Is it finally going to start?"

Mao Jie muttered to himself in a low voice, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The herald who had been standing beside Mao Jie's side quickly raised the order flag in his hand and waved it vigorously twice, and in an instant, the entire Han army was running in an orderly manner like a huge machine.

"Heavy Infantry ~~ Advance ~~"

"Vertical Shield~"

"Boom!"

More than 500 heavy armored infantry lined up in five columns, each column of more than 100 people, rushed forward hundreds of steps, and then slammed the thick shield in his hand to the ground, and in the loud bang, five cold walls had been built, firmly protecting the light infantry and archers in the rear.

"Archer ~~ Forward ~~"

More than 1,000 archers trotted past the light infantry and lined up behind the heavy infantry shield wall.

"Longbow ready ~~"

The archers untied the longbow on their backs with a cold expression and placed it at their sides, and their cold eyes fell on the officers standing in front of the formation.

……

"Kill~~"

Bo Wu roared hoarsely, swung the iron sword in his hand forward, and the Yellow Turban soldiers, who had become highly motivated because of the successive capture of several county towns, threw off their legs one after another, and struggled to wave the dung forks and wooden sticks in their hands, sweeping around Bo Wu's side, and covering the Han army in front of them like a tide.

"Kill~"

"Kill~~"

"Kill~~~"

The shouts of the Yellow Turban Army were higher and higher, and in just a moment, it was only a thousand steps away from the Han army's military formation, and the overwhelming momentum made many volunteers who had never been on the battlefield in the rear of the Han army begin to gasp. But the Han army's heavy infantry at the forefront of the formation turned a blind eye to the Yellow Turban thieves who swept over like a tide. They are all veterans who have survived a hundred battles, and they have long been accustomed to seeing the momentum of the Yellow Turban Army, although it looks earth-shattering, but it only takes a little blow to make them lose their armor and flee in the wilderness.

Behind the heavy infantry formation, the formation of the archers also stood still, the arrows were already on the strings, the bows were in their hands, and the archers looked coldly and blankly ahead, waiting quietly, waiting for the cold order.

"Kill~"

The shouting of the Yellow Turban Thief was close at hand, and the ears of more than 5,000 Han soldiers were filled with their fanatical shouts, and there was no other sound between heaven and earth, only the flood-like noise, and thousands of hungry and kind people, like tens of thousands of rabbits that had been provoked, showed their teeth that were not sharp, and wanted to try to bite people.

A Thousand Steps......

500 steps......

Two hundred steps......

One hundred steps!

In the rear of the Han army, the herald on the side of the solemn Mao Jie waved down the pennann flag in his hand, and the officer standing in front of the archer formation did not hesitate to slash down the iron sword held high, and almost at the same time, a terrible howl resounded through the military formation, which actually overshadowed the flood of noise and clearly entered the ears of every Han archer.

"Arrow~~"

The tense humming sound of the bowstring sounded continuously, and in an instant, more than a thousand sharp wolf tooth feather arrows had broken through the air, and after flying more than a hundred steps in the air, they spread into a vast area, falling from the sky like raindrops, carrying a sharp scream, which fell on the heads of the Yellow Turban soldiers in an instant.

"Poof~"

A wolf-tooth arrow coldly burrowed into the head of a Yellow Turban thief, a sharp arrow piercing through his jaw, and red blood dripping from the arrow, the arrow actually pierced through the entire skull. The Yellow Turban Thief took two steps forward with his usual surname, and then fell straight to the ground.

"Uh~Help me~~"

A yellow turban thief rolled to the ground and howled hoarsely, his hands hugged his thigh in pain, a feather was exposed, and red blood was spilling down his fingers, but no one heard his cry for help, and countless yellow turban thieves still came like a tide, unstoppably trampling him under his feet, and soon, the yellow turban thief was silent.

"Huh~"

"Huh~~"

"Whew~~~"

Round after round of arrows poured mercilessly from the sky, and the Yellow Turban Thieves, who lacked defensive equipment, were completely unable to resist the attack of the arrow rain, like wheat that had been cut down, they fell down one by one, and in just a few moments, the field was full of the corpses of the Yellow Turban Thieves, and many more fell in pools of blood, wailing for help...... The short distance of more than 100 steps has become a distant journey that most yellow turban thieves are difficult to cross in their lifetime!

Only a very few lucky people escaped the baptism of the rain of arrows and rushed to the front of the large shield array of the Han army's heavy infantry, but they were not enough to shake the shield wall of the Han army, a yellow turban thief tried to break the Han army's shield with his shoulder, a sharp spear pierced out of the gap in the middle of the shield like a snake, and pierced into his abdomen fiercely, the spear quickly retracted after poking a huge blood hole in his abdomen, the body of the yellow turban thief paused suddenly, and then howled like a wounded beast, Red blood was spurting out of the wound like a fountain.

A yellow turban thief wolf howled and leaped over the shield wall, but before his form could hit the ground, three sharp spears pierced at the same time, nailing his figure into the air.

Dozens of Yellow Turban thieves who were lucky enough to escape the rain of arrows were quickly slaughtered by the Han army's heavy infantry in armor.

The Yellow Turban Thieves in front of them continued to fall from arrows, lying on the ground and wailing in pain, the continuous wailing finally made the follow-up Yellow Turban Thieves feel fear, when they realized that the Han army in front of them would no longer be intimidated by their momentum, when they realized that they could only die like countless companions who had fallen to the ground if they rushed forward, their confidence began to waver, and their steps began to hesitate, at first it was just a few people, and then it soon spread like a plague, and they didn't know who took the lead first, and the Yellow Turban Thieves began to retreat, Then it soon evolved into an escape...... "Don't retreat, don't escape~~ Those who retreat without permission will be killed~~"

Bo Wu straddled his horse, roared hoarsely, and fiercely waved the iron sword in his hand as he roared, slashing the two Yellow Turban thieves who fled from him, but his personal efforts were no longer enough to change the situation of the rout, and no one was willing to obey his orders, and at this moment, everyone only thought about running for their lives.

"Order the whole army, do not pursue, re-line, and prepare to meet the next group of yellow turban thieves!"

In the rear of the Han army, a cold smile flashed across Mao Jie's face, this is the Yellow Turban Thief! The yellow turban thief that Mao Dai is familiar with! Mao Jie's cold voice fell, and the herald had already raised a pennant high.

……

"Report the defeat of the Bowu Division."

"Report ~~ Sun Zhong's department is defeated."

"Report ~~ Liaohua's department is defeated."

"Report ~~ Peng's department is defeated."

"Newspaper~~ Bian Xi's department is undefeated and defeated, and it is coming to Shangshui, and the Han army is following and killing."

The news of the rout of the Yellow Turban Army in front of him came like a stream, Ma Yue's expression was gloomy, and he did not show a trace of discoloration because of the successive rout of the Yellow Turban Army of the Four Roads, the Yellow Turban Thieves are always just Yellow Turban Thieves, even if they conquer more cities and win many small-scale battles, they are only Yellow Turban Thieves.

Pei Yuanshao's eyes suddenly swept a trace of dark clouds, and he said to Ma Yue with concern: "Boqi, it seems that the combat effectiveness of this Han army is still quite strong, although the other party is infantry, there are 5,000 people, and although our army is cavalry, there are only 1,000 people, is it not to avoid the edge for the time being, and then fight with the remnants of the various divisions?" ”

Ma Yue's expression was deep, at the pole of the eye, the sun was setting in the west, the field was vast, and there was a faint sound of horns coming across the sky, although it was far away, it was clearly audible, the Han army ~~ finally appeared? A fierce killing intent suddenly emanated from Ma Yue's dark eyes, like a beast that smelled the breath of its prey, revealing its hideous fangs.

"Drink~"

Ma Yue gently grabbed the horse's belly, and the war horse under his crotch shook his head and snorted, and began to move forward with broken steps.

"Drink~"

"Drink~"

Eight hundred rogue soldiers rode their horses to follow, shouting, clashing weapons, and grinding armor in an instant, and the messy sound of horses' hooves shattered the silence on the riverside, and the splashed grass was wrapped in dust, and gradually rose with the wind...... "Ha! ”

Ma Yue shouted, the war horse raised his head and neighed, began to accelerate, behind Ma Yue, Zhou Cang held the blood-colored banner in his hand, followed by a shadow, swore to obey each other, under the guidance of the blood-colored banner, eight hundred Liukou rode horses and galloped, in an instant, more than a thousand elite horses gathered into a vast iron stream, swept towards the north, the messy horses' hooves trampled everywhere, and the land was in a mess.

……

"Kill, kill~~"

Mao Jie's chest was agitated, riding horses and raising knives, galloping on the open field, more than 100 light horsemen followed left and right, chopping melons and vegetables like chasing and killing the fleeing Yellow Turban thieves, the Yellow Turban thieves have been defeated by the whole army, and the Han army won the first battle! It won't be long before the Yellow Turban thieves in the entire Yingchuan will be slaughtered, and he, the name of Mao Jie, and the names of Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song, the left and right middle generals, will be spread throughout Luoyang.

"Kill, kill all these thieves~~ Ten heads reward money consistently~~"

Mao Jie roared, and suddenly turned around, except for the 500 lagging baggage soldiers, the remaining more than 4,500 troops were covering the mountains and fields, just like a raging flood sweeping across the earth, and countless Yellow Turban thieves who couldn't escape were like ants drowning in the vast sea of the Han army. These poor farmers will soon give their bloody heads, which will become the proof of the Han soldiers in exchange for rewards.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~~~"

Three short and one long, the peculiar horn horn suddenly sounded from the front, and the loud horn sound passed through the distant void, and was clearly sent into the ears of Mao Jie, who struggled to hold the reins of the horse, looked around and said: "Where is the horn sound?" ”

A junior colonel listened for a moment and said in a condensed voice: "My lord, the horn is coming from the front. ”

"Look, a blood-colored flag!" A sharp-eyed colonel suddenly screamed, "Cavalry, it's a cavalry!" ”

Cavalry!?

Mao Jie's heart beat violently, and he put his hand on the awning and looked ahead, only to see a thick black line rising on the horizon in the distance, which was slowly squirming, and in front of the black line, there was indeed a bright red flag, although it was far away, but it could still feel its majestic posture of hunting in a trance.

In just a few moments, the wriggling black line became much thicker.

A dark cloud swept through Mao Jie's heart, and he asked in a deep voice: "There are as many as a thousand cavalry in front, and a cavalry army of such a scale is approaching within ten miles of our army, so far there is no distinction between friend and foe, isn't it ridiculous, why haven't you seen the report from the horse for a long time?" ”

An officer anxiously stepped forward and said to Mao Jie: "My lord, Xia Guan Shi remembered that there were several horses that had not returned so far, and he was afraid that he had been killed, so he did not report back." ”

Mao Jie said: "Since you haven't returned after the time, why don't you report it early?" ”

The officer said in a trembling voice: "The lower officer is negligent, please punish him." ”

Mao Jie said fiercely: "That's it, this matter will be discussed later, according to this situation, this cavalry army is not a friend or foe, but I don't know when the thieves have such a large cavalry army?" It's astounding! Immediately pass my general's order, the whole army will stop the pursuit, line up on the spot, and prepare to meet the battle~~"

The desolate horn sounded, and although the soldiers of the Han army who were chasing and killing the remnants of the Yellow Turban were unwilling, they did not dare to disobey the military order, so they had to gather their formations one after another and began to regroup in the wilderness, but ...... It's already too late! Almost as soon as the order of the Mao Rank Army was given, the rumbling thunder broke through the air, and in an instant, there was no other sound between heaven and earth.

The thick black line had already transformed into hundreds of iron horses, with smoke billowing and horses neighing in the air, sweeping towards the chaotic Han army! Fear spread like poisonous weeds in the hearts of the Han soldiers, they were not ignorant Yellow Turban thieves, many of them veterans had witnessed the majesty of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry charge, the kind of strength that crushed everything, it was by no means able to resist the wooden shield waist knife in the hands of the infantry.

This iron cavalry is by no means the Xiliang cavalry, but their momentum is even better!

In front of the iron cavalry formation, the blood-colored banner fluttered vigorously.

"Eight hundred rogues!"

A Han army junior colonel howled hoarsely, his voice trembled, Mao Jie's heart jumped, and wolf-like eyes leaked from his eyes, staring viciously at the blood-colored banner in front of him, which was almost flamboyant, and it was indeed embroidered with the four vigorous characters of "Eight Hundred Liukou".

Eight hundred rogues! This is the legendary Eight Hundred Liukou!? The 800 Liukou who captured the father of the great general He Jin and captured the heavily garrisoned Wancheng? When did they come to Yingchuan? When did they become all cavalry? There were too many question marks in Mao Jie's brain, but all of them were transformed into scorching killing intent in an instant.

A godsend! As long as this notorious gang of rogues is defeated in one battle, the name of his Mao rank will spread throughout the entire Han Empire! In a trance, Mao Jie felt that the title of famous general was beckoning to him.

"It's just a swarm! Eight hundred rogues are just a rabble, vulnerable! Mao's loud roar broke through the air, and the rumbling hooves could not hide his sharp voice, "The whole army obeys the order, the spearmen advance, the column rejects the horse formation, the heavy infantry is in the center to protect, and the archers ~~ quickly replenish the arrows!" ”

An officer cautiously replied: "My lord, the baggage team is still behind, and the arrows cannot be replenished for the time being." ”

Mao Jie was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Spearmen advance~~"

More than 2,000 spearmen rushed forward in a hurry, forming an incomplete anti-horse formation, erecting sharp spears one after another, and the cold light of the spears pointed diagonally ahead, converging into a dense forest of death.

"The Han army is mighty~~Advance~~"

"The Han army is mighty~"

"The Han army is mighty~"

"The Han army is mighty~~"

Mao Jie swung the iron sword in his hand forward, and the spearmen of the Han army, who had completed the hastily array, shouted loud slogans, stepped on the chaotic steps and slowly moved forward, and greeted the surging Liukou iron cavalry. Most of these Han soldiers are veterans who have fought bloodily, and countless killings and bloody battles have told them that on the battlefield, only if they are not afraid of death can they not die!

"Boom~~"

The galloping iron hooves trampled the earth mercilessly, making a huge roar, and the two armies were already less than five hundred paces apart, and there was no need for the officer's order, the spearmen of the Han army had already squatted down, and only the spears in their hands pierced the void. It was closer, it was closer, and the soldiers of the Han army could even clearly see the hideous expressions on the faces of the Liukou cavalry.

However, without warning, the rushing Liukou cavalry suddenly cracked in the middle, and was forced to split into two strands, like waves splitting into waves, cutting obliquely at both wings of the Han army, and the Han spearmen who were waiting for the battle could only watch the Liukou iron cavalry gallop in front of them, but they could not do anything.

In the back of the Han army, Mao Jie's eyebrows jumped suddenly, this ~~ doesn't seem to be the usual tactics of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry that he is familiar with! In Mao Jie's impression, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry always charges from the front with a powerful cavalry formation, crushing all the stubborn enemies to pieces, but this group of rogue cavalry, what kind of tricks are they playing?

"Instigation~"

"Instigation~"

"Instigation~"

When Mao Jie's and the Han soldiers were in shock, a sharp scream pierced the sky, and rows of sharp javelins had been thrown from the hands of the Liukou cavalry, drawing a cold and strange arc in the air, dragging the scream of death, and coldly descending on the heads of the Han soldiers.

"Throw guns! It's actually a gun-throwing!? ”

Mao Jie was shocked that these damn rogues actually came up with the idea of throwing throwing spears on horseback! Even a sturdy wooden shield could not stop the spear thrown at the gallop of a warhorse, let alone a spearman who lacked shield protection. Although Mao Jie, who had never seen a cavalryman using a spear, realized the terrifying power of this tactic for the first time.

Han Junjia watched in horror as a throwing spear fell from the sky, the sharp three-edged tip of the spear quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, and before he could come back to his senses, the throwing spear had pierced into his left eye, penetrating his entire skull, and the remnants of the momentum brought his body down and nailed him to the ground.

Han Junyi is a veteran, seeing that the situation is not good, he instinctively grabbed Han Junbing and blocked him in front of him, but he forgot that this was not an arrow, but a spear! A sharp spear struck with the cold of death, and with the crisp sound of cutting through the flesh and bones, it easily pierced the chests of the two men.

Slaughter!

Utter slaughter!

Lacking the protection of wooden shields and the lack of archer cover, the spearmen of the Han army became the best target for the 800 lancers to practice throwing spears, and the 800 spearmen galloped back and forth around the spearmen of the Han army, throwing them repeatedly, until each of them had thrown all four spears, Mao Jie remembered to order a retreat, but at this time, his more than 2,000 spearmen were left with little left, and as far as the eye could see, the corpses were all over the field and wailing...... However, the attack of the Eight Hundred Rogue has only just begun!

"Woo woo~~~"

The desolate horn sounded again, Mao Jie woke up from his chagrin and madness, and was about to organize the Han army to form a formation again, when his eyes inadvertently swept forward, and the next moment, his face was already pale, and endless fear was leaking from his eyes!

What the fuck is this~~ ? Is it also cavalry!?

The sound of inhalation sounded, and all the soldiers of the Han army who were still alive felt the inexplicable cold from the depths of their souls, including the spearmen who were injured and not dead before the battle, some dragged the stump legs pierced by the throwing guns, and some even had two throwing guns stuck in their backs, but as long as there was still a breath, they desperately wanted to climb back to the formation, and they didn't want to stay in front of the formation for a moment longer, and they didn't want to face those devils from hell...... "Snorr~~"

The snort of the war horse sounded again, and this time, it sounded particularly heavy.

(To be continued)