The first row of Xiliang Iron Cavalry and the Yellow Turban Thieves collided fiercely, and the sharp spears easily pierced the body of the Yellow Turban Thieves, and then pierced into the bodies of the Yellow Turban Thieves in the second row, but more Yellow Turban Thieves were knocked headlong by the surging war horses, and they were already dead of anger when they fell backwards in the air.

The Yellow Turban Thieves were immediately in a big mess, frightened by this sudden blow, and were at a loss, at this time, the follow-up Xiliang Iron Cavalry had already brandished heavy swords one after another, and these well-trained cavalry combined into a sharp arrow to rush into battle, just like a sharp scalpel cut the chaotic Yellow Turban Thieves into countless scattered pieces, and the bloody slaughter began......

Zhou Cang swung his long knife and slashed a Xiliang cavalry off his horse, when he swung his knife and slashed at the second Xiliang cavalry, the icy killing machine came from the right front, Zhou Cang Huo Ran turned his head, and a cavalry wrapped in pitch-black iron armor rushed towards him ghostly, his cold eyes revealed a suffocating killing intention, and the long knife was already hanging high in the air.

"Kill!"

Zhou Cang was fearless, patted the horse and danced the knife to meet him, the war horse was staggered, the two long knives slammed together without any tricks, making a deafening sound of gold and iron, Zhou Cang felt a suffocation in his chest, like being hammered by a thousand catties, his arm was sore, and he could no longer pinch the handle of the knife, and when there was a sound, the long knife had fallen into the dust.

The war horse continued to sprint forward with his usual surname, and Zhou Cang's eyes suddenly opened up, and he actually penetrated the enemy's cavalry formation.

"The thief Kou Hugh is gone, and then eat my Huaxiong with a knife!"

Zhou Cang turned his horse back, only to see a horse like flying towards him, Zhou Cang was frightened, and rushed to Wancheng. The main general left, the Yellow Turban thieves immediately collapsed, scattered all over the mountains and wilderness, fortunately, this time the Xiliang Iron Cavalry was unusual, only chased and killed for a while before Mingjin withdrew his troops.

Therefore, there are not many Yellow Turban thieves who have really been killed, but the Yellow Turban elite soldiers led by Zhou Cang are still finished, and the 5,000 people who went out on the expedition returned to Wancheng to surrender to Zhang Mancheng were less than 500 people, and most of them scattered in a hurry on the way to escape.

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In Xi'e, Ma Yue's long-awaited army of Zhang Mancheng still did not appear after all, and the scuffle between Zhao Hong's group and Liu Pi's group was inevitably staged, and the five-party forces were nearly 100,000 people, because of greed and Yu Wang, they began an extremely tragic fight. The combined forces of Zhao Hong and Han Zhong had the absolute upper hand, and nearly 70,000 troops launched wave after wave of rapid offensives against the 30,000 combined forces of Liu Pi, Gong Du, and Sun Xia.

Although Liu Pi's group was based on the camp, the simple camp could not stop the attack of Zhao Hong's group at all, and many camps had been breached, and the two armies fell into a melee when they were short of arms, and the situation became more and more unfavorable to Liu Pi's group.

In the center of the camp, Liu Pi's expression was gloomy, and he looked like he was not remorseful, Gong Du and Sun Xia also had twitching expressions, even if they were remorseful now, it would be difficult to ride a tiger! Zhao Hong, who has the absolute upper hand, will never show mercy to his subordinates. For a long time, Zhao Hong and Han Zhong have tried every means to annex Liu Pi's three people's subordinates, but today they are just using the topic to play.

Outside the camp, Zhao Hongyao pointed to Liu Pi's military camp, couldn't hide the excitement in his expression, and said to Han Zhong beside him: "Brother Han, it is today to defeat Gong Du, Sun Xia, and Liu Pi thieves, and after tomorrow, only Zhang Shuai and you and I will be left in the Nanyang area, haha......"

Han Zhong's eyes flashed with essence, and he said in a low voice: "From today on, I'm afraid that Zhang Shuai will also give three points to Brother Zhao." ”

Zhao Hong looked up to the sky and smiled, his face was colorful, if he could successfully annex the trilogy of Gong Du and the three of them today, he Zhao Hong would indeed have the strength to call Zhang Mancheng, at that time, who was the lord of Nanyang, it was still unknown.

Poor Zhao Hong, who has always regarded himself as a hero, has always only had Nanyang's slap in his eyes.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Before Zhao Hong could laugh, the long horn suddenly sounded from the north.

"What sound?" Zhao Hong's face changed, and he lost his voice, "Could it be the sound of a horn!" ”

Han Zhong listened attentively for a moment, and his expression changed greatly: "It's not good, it seems to be the horn sound of the official army!" ”

The two looked at each other in shock, and they both saw fear in each other's eyes, the official army suddenly appeared at this time, it was really desperate, at this time, the army of the two was already entangled with the men and horses of Gong Du and the three people, how easy is it to retreat?

Zhao Hong and Han Zhong looked at the north in shock, only to see that behind the low horizon, a dense array of various clan flags suddenly appeared, and the first big flag, embroidered with a big "Zhu" word, the clan flags and swords, stood solemnly like a forest, the soldiers were black and pressed, and the killing machine came to the face, and the two armies were less than a thousand steps away.

"It's really an official army!"

"It's still Zhu Jun's army!"

"How did they get there?"

"It's over, it's all over!"

Zhao Hong and Han Zhong lamented at the same time, their hearts were in turmoil, at this time, the Yellow Turban thieves outside the barracks had already discovered the arrival of the official army and were retreating in panic, while the Yellow Turban thieves in the barracks were still fighting, completely unaware that bad luck had come.

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Zhu Jun turned around on his horse, only to see the soldiers behind him standing like a forest, and the cold killing machine almost froze the heavens and the earth.

Zhu Jun drew his sword and held it high above the top, the fierce drum beat stopped abruptly, all the soldiers gathered their feet in the sand, thousands of pairs of cold eyes focused on Zhu Jun at the same time, there was no other sound between heaven and earth, only the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the hunting sound of the cold wind blowing the flag.

"The Han army is mighty!"

Zhu Jun raised his arms and shouted, and the passionate sound pierced the silent heavens and clearly entered the eardrums of every scholar.

"The Han army is mighty!"

The soldiers of the Han army raised their arms and shouted, the crowd was excited, and the huge sound was like a mountain collapsing and the ground cracked, covering up all the sounds in the world.

"The great husband has made great achievements, when it is now!" Zhu Jun turned his horse around, the sword in his hand fell into the void, and the blood-boiling voice resounded in the sky, "Kill!" ”

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Han army responded and fought bravely to launch an overwhelming attack on the Yellow Turban thieves, who had been in a mess.

On the left wing of the Han army, Sun Jian was wearing a fiery red armor, covered in flames, with an ancient ingot treasure knife in his hand, weighing sixty-three catties, wielding it like a brilliant silver flower, straight into the Yellow Turban Array, all of whom were clothed in minc! Behind Sun Jian, the four tiger generals swore to follow each other, and where the five horsemen passed, the Yellow Turban thieves were suddenly like waves, and no one could stop them for a moment.

On the right wing of the Han army, Liu Bei was holding a double-strand sword, and the blood in his chest was completely boiling because of Zhu Jun's agitated words, and he shouted to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei beside him: "Second brother, third brother, the time has come for me to serve the court and make meritorious contributions, kill!" ”

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei followed each other, and 500 Youyan rebels gathered in Jingcong and roared forward.

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The moment the officers and soldiers appeared, Ma Yue knew that the yellow scarf was over!

Zhu Jun is worthy of being the last famous general of the Han Dynasty, and he did not miss such a God-given opportunity, and led the army to kill the two groups of Yellow Turbans when they were at their most intense.

The 5,000 Northern Army under Zhu Jun is well-trained and well-equipped, and has just experienced the iron-blooded baptism of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban, both in terms of combat effectiveness and will to fight, there has been an unprecedented advance, and there has been a qualitative leap, how can these peasant armies of the Nanyang Yellow Turban be compared?

In normal times, with more than ten times the advantage of troops, it may be possible to create a miracle of ants biting elephants, but now, the two groups of Yellow Turbans that are fighting together are already in chaos, and they can't line up to meet the enemy.

In the chaos, Ma Yue found Chen Dang and Chen Le, and fled desperately with the brothers.

The Han court's handling of anti-thieves is quite strict, once caught, regardless of the reason, directly beheaded, therefore, Ma Yue never had the illusion of surrender, except to flee only to escape, even if he died in battle, he must not fall into the hands of officials and soldiers! Ma Yue is not afraid of death, nor is he lacking courage, but he knows that one person's resistance cannot change the overall situation at all.

Sandwiched in the remnants of the Yellow Turban soldiers who fled in panic, Ma Yue deeply felt the helplessness and sorrow of the pawns, there was no shortage of heroic and fearless soldiers in the Yellow Turban Army, many Yellow Turban thieves fought to the death and did not retreat, but their figures were soon swallowed up by the iron flow of the official army, and in front of the tiger-wolf-like officers and soldiers, their resistance seemed so pale and so powerless.

If Liu Pizhi and his ilk were not so hasty, if Zhao Hongzhi and his ilk were no longer blind, the fate of the Yellow Turban Army might have been different, but this was only if, and it would never become a reality, and the Yellow Turban Uprising was doomed to failure from the beginning, because it lacked a strong superstructure.

Just like a person, who has strong muscles but no smart mind, is destined to become a great thing.

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