Zhu Jun's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his originally cold heart seemed to become hot.

Since the Yellow Turban thieves showed unprecedented fighting spirit, Zhu Jun decided to give his opponent the treatment he deserved, he decided to use the strongest attack to break up this group of tenacious Yellow Turban thieves, he wanted to use the heavenly power of the Han Dynasty officials and soldiers to tell these thieves that they should never try to challenge the majesty of the imperial court, that can only be self-destruction.

Zhu Jun waved his right arm in the void and shouted coldly: "Archer, up!" ”

Zhu Jun ordered, and the Sima of all departments quickly began to act, and the sound of passwords and trumpets was not unheard, and the long sound of trumpets and agitated golden drums all rushed into the sky for a while, and the war was finally about to begin.

"Archer ready ~~"

At the sound of the officer's loud trumpet, 1,000 grim-looking archers rose from the ground, untied their longbows from their backs, and began to sort out the arrows in the quiver.

"Heavy infantry ready ~~"

1,000 hoplites in thick armor and wooden shields rose up and quickly formed a neat infantry cover formation at the sound of the officer's trumpet.

"The Han army is mighty~~ Forward!"

The officer gave the order, and the long sword in his hand swung forward vigorously.

"The Han army is mighty! The Han army is mighty......"

The hoplites and archers marched slowly with neat steps and rhythmically shouting trumpets, and the elite of 2,000 officers and soldiers gathered into an unstoppable rolling iron stream, pressing towards the White Dragon Beach, where the Yellow Turban thieves gathered.

……

The hissing sound of inhalation came from behind him, and Ma Yue could "see" the appearance of the Yellow Turban Thief without looking back, and the fighting spirit that had just been inspired by him was undergoing its first severe test.

Something must be done to minimize the pressure on the Yellow Turban Thieves from the momentum of the official army!

As soon as Ma Yue lowered his head, he saw a large wooden shield hanging in front of the saddle, and his heart suddenly moved. Placing the large shield on his right forearm, Ma Yue slapped the wooden shield vigorously with the back of the steel knife, making a loud bang, and at the same time raised his head and howled frantically like an enraged beast.

Pei Yuanshao and Guan Hai roared, and at the same time beat their chests wildly with their fists, this bloody scene inspired the yellow turban thieves around them, they all howled, and finally the yellow turban thieves on the entire White Dragon Beach howled, the situation was like tens of thousands of injured beasts gathered together and howled miserably, the momentum was extremely terrifying, and the momentum of the official army was completely suppressed.

In the deafening clamor of the Yellow Turban Thief, the officers and soldiers with cold expressions had advanced to a close distance of only 100 paces away from the Yellow Turban Thief, and the officers gave the order, the soldiers stopped their steps in the sand, and the heavy infantry in front of them set up their large shields in front of them, and built a covering wall for the archers behind them.

It seemed unnecessary to do so in the face of the remnants of the Yellow Turbans who had lost their armor, but under the iron discipline, no soldier could deal with it in vain, because they knew an iron-clad truth, and only by remaining vigilant enough could they survive on the battlefield as much as possible.

Seeing the Yellow Turban Thief so powerful, the corners of Zhu Jun's mouth twitched, it was really more and more amazing, is this the legendary trapped beast? A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his raised right arm had been waved off fiercely.

The herald who had been paying attention to Zhu Jun's gesture immediately waved the pennant in his hand down, and the mournful sound of the horn resounded in the sky, and the officer in the front line drew his sword sharply, waved it in the void, and shouted: "Release the arrow!" ”

1,000 archers coldly stretched their bows, mounted their arrows, drew their strings, and let go...... A thousand feathered arrows formed a dense dark cloud in the air, cutting a curved arc in the air, flying above the Yellow Turban Bandit Army's head in an instant, and then falling like endless raindrops with a sharp whistling sound.

……

Sincere!

With a muffled sound, Ma Yue felt a shock in his right arm, and a sharp arrow actually shot through his wooden shield, revealing a cold arrow downward, Rao is Ma Yue is used to seeing life and death, and he can't help but tremble.

Continuous screams came from behind Ma Yue, and the yellow turban thief, who lacked the protection of the shield, fell to the ground wailing in the baptism of arrow rain, some were shot through the throat and died, some were shot through the chest and were dying, and some were shot through the thigh, bleeding and wailing......

The rain of arrows of the official army came one after another, and the yellow turban thieves fell to the ground one after another, and in a short period of tea, there were thousands of casualties among the yellow turban thieves, and the situation was not much better than before, the only difference was that this time the yellow turban thieves did not rout, no matter how many people fell, they never took half a step back.

Maybe it was because there was the icy white river behind them, and they couldn't retreat, maybe it was because in the most difficult moment, they found that there was always a tall figure standing in front of them like a mountain, shielding them from the rain of arrows, in short, this time, the Yellow Turban Thief held out.

The archers' back-firing finally ended, and the 2,000 soldiers began to slowly retreat with neat trumpets.

Ma Yue let out a long breath and unloaded the wooden shield blocking his head, with three trembling feather arrows stuck in it, and when he turned around, many of the Yellow Turban Thieves had fallen to the ground and died, but more Yellow Turban Thieves got up from the pile of dead people and gathered towards Ma Yue's side again, and there was no fear in their eyes.

"Whew~"

Ma Yue roared angrily, turned around on his horse, and frantically waved his steel knife at the officers and soldiers in the north.

"Wow~~~"

All the Yellow Turban thieves who survived the baptism of arrow rain roared angrily, raising their weapons into the air and waving them vigorously while roaring, the stirring killing intent echoed in the sky above Bailong Beach, the icy white river water could no longer extinguish their hope of survival, and the bleak wind could no longer cool their will to fight to the death.

On the east bank of the White River, Yuan Shao's face changed, such a thief can't be a dream, right?

In the south of Bailong Beach, Dong Zhuo's face changed, these thieves are really tenacious.

In the west of Bailong Beach, Cao Ying's face changed, if these yellow scarves were my subordinates......

In the north of Bailong Beach, Sun Jian and Liu Bei's faces changed, and only Zhu Jun's expression remained indifferent. However, it is undeniable that this gang of yellow turban thieves has already brought too much surprise to Zhu Jun, and I wonder if this miracle will continue? It's really exciting.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Zhu Jun said in a deep voice: "Has the archer failed?" Alright then, let these damn thieves taste the power of the Xiliang Iron Ride! Tell Dong Zhuo to take out all his housekeeping skills and drive all this damn thieves to the water of the White River to feed the fish! ”

……

"Woo~~"

"Aung Aung~~"

The loud and unique horn sound sounded from the south, Ma Yue's pupils suddenly constricted, looking at the south, the black pressure of a piece of Xiliang iron horses has been arranged into a neat formation, thousands of war horses stepped on the neat steps and slowly advanced, like a mountain towards the White Dragon Beach.

Is the most difficult moment finally coming?

There was a hissing inhalation sound behind him again, Ma Yue turned his head and smiled brightly at the tens of thousands of yellow turban thieves, and said loudly: "The Xiliang cavalry has nothing to be afraid of, they are also raised by our parents like us, their sabers can cut off our heads, and our spears can also pierce their chests!" ”

"The head is off but the bowl has a big scar, I'm afraid of him being a bird!"

Many Yellow Turban thieves were shocked when they heard this, and the solemn pressure brought by the Xiliang Iron Horse suddenly weakened a lot.

"Fight to the end!"

Guan Hai patted his horse and walked to Ma Yue, and lost no time in raising his arms and roaring, his hideous black face revealed a thick killing intention, like an evil spirit killing god who chooses people to devour.

"Fight to the end!"

All the Yellow Turban thieves roared, and even though their voices were hoarse, they were still screaming hoarsely. Such a roar may not help them kill the officers and soldiers, but it can give them courage, and when thousands of people gather together to shout wildly, the frenzy is enough to make their blood burn.

……

The Xiliang Iron Cavalry began to accelerate, thousands of flying iron hooves endlessly knocked on the cold land, making a continuous rumbling sound, the spears in the hands of the cavalry in the front row pierced the sky, and the spears undulated and expanded with the running of the war horses, like the poisonous letter swallowed by poisonous snakes, cold and intimidating.

Dong Zhuo rode like a horse, and Hua Xiong and Xu Rong followed closely with him.

The scorching killing intent burned in Dong Zhuo's eyes, he liked the taste of the battlefield, he liked the cold glow of the flickering blades, he liked the slaughter of the iron hooves that crushed the earth, the Xiliang Iron Horse, the world is dominant! All those who block will be crushed to powder, and no one will be able to stop him Dong Zhuo's charge.

"Whew~"

Dong Zhuo looked up to the sky and howled, and a thousand Xiliang Iron rode wolves in response.

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