Late at night.

In the Yellow Turban Camp, Peng Tuo was restless.

"It's impossible to surrender, after all, I have an army of 150,000, how can I give up such a big right so easily? But is it to break through to the east, or to besiege the long shrine? Peng Tuo paced back and forth, hesitating.

At this time, Peng Tuo admired people like Zhang Shuang very much, hundreds of troops dared to go out of the city to fight against the war, what a pride.

"Maybe it's a good strategy to break through to the east and then go north to join the great sages and good teachers?" But gradually, Peng Tuo made a decision in his heart.

"Let's break out tomorrow."

Peng Tuo thought about it, so he unsheathed his sword and put it on the head of the bed, and slept in his clothes.

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The night was deeper, and it was only an hour before dawn. This is the time when people sleep deepest. To the east of the city, the army was assembled. In addition to the wounded soldiers, more than 5,000 elite soldiers were all present.

If the Yellow Turban attacks the city, the Changshe will be broken in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Shuang sat on a tall horse, wearing a sword and armor. Zhou Cang held a sword and armor, and sat on a war horse to accompany Zhang Shuang on his left.

"Whoa!"

Behind him, the flag with the word "Zhang" fluttered in the wind, and the hunting sounded. In front of him, 5,000 elite soldiers wore armor and held spears, and the four lieutenants rode their horses and blades, purging and murderous.

"Worship the marquis, glory and wealth, tonight." With a sonorous sound, Zhang Shuang pulled out the long sword at his waist, his eyes were scornful, and his breath was cold.

"Whoa!" The soldiers' eyes were bright, like lions and tigers, and an invisible murderous aura was permeating, sweeping with the sound of the wind.

The night breeze was a little cool, penetrating deep into the armor. But Zhang Shuang's heart is extremely hot.

After tonight, as long as tonight passes.

"Let's go!" With a low roar, Zhang Shuang pulled the reins of his horse and walked towards the city gate.

With a "squeak", the city gate opened.

Outside, the night is deep, like an infinite abyss, which is daunting.

"Kill!"

Zhang Shuang let out a low roar and resolutely stepped out of the horse.

"Da Da Da!" The sound of horses' hooves and the sound of footsteps are crisp. After the 5,000 army and the four lieutenants, Zhou Cang followed Zhang Shuang and also fought out of the city.

The night was deep and the wind was gentle.

The army sneaks like a cheetah!

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The Yellow Turban Camp is heavily guarded at the gate of the camp. On the arrow towers on both sides of the gate, there were several archers eyeing in the direction of Changshe City.

Peng Tuo arranged the most elite soldiers here.

"Woohoo!"

"Duh!"

"Poof, poof!"

At this moment, the whistle of countless arrows piercing the sky sounded. Sharp arrows, stinging on wood, or shooting Yellow Turban soldiers, piercing armor, deep into the flesh.

"Ahhhh

Amidst the screams, some of the archers flipped and fell, trampling and turning into puddles of flesh.

"Night Raid!!! Enemy night attack! The remaining archers shouted with the Yellow Turbans guarding the camp gates.

A terrible roar pierced the sky and vibrated the sky.

"Kill!"

In the darkness, countless Han soldiers came out, and the soldiers in front quickly removed the antlers and carried the logs to slam the gate of the camp.

"Ahh

"Boom, boom!"

In the midst of a roar, a crash sounded. The sound of the crash was like thunder, resounding through the sky. Finally, a moment later, the gates of the camp collapsed.

The Han sergeant was overjoyed in his heart, and subconsciously looked back at Zhang Shuang in the rear.

"Kill! Set foot on the Yellow Turban Camp. Facing the soldier's eyes, Zhang Shuang firmly pointed his long sword straight forward and let out a broken roar.

"Kill!"

After receiving the order, the morale of the Han soldiers was even more invigorated, like a tiger entering the flock of sheep and entering the Yellow Turban camp.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Shuang and Zhou Cang were also surrounded by the army, driving war horses into the Yellow Turban camp.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

But the Yellow Turban soldiers are not all wine bags and rice bags. In the beginning, some ignorance. Countless soldiers came out of the tents with spears in hand.

Wearing armor and holding a spear, his head wrapped in a yellow scarf, a yellow wind came to his face.

The Han army swooped forward, and suddenly the two armies collided.

"Boom !!!"

It was as if two torrents collided and made a loud roar. It's just a torrent crashing, it's just a flood splashing everywhere, and the two armies are fighting, but it's blood splashing, and stumps and broken arms flying.

The Han army continued to kill the Yellow Turban soldiers one by one, and walked towards the depths of the Yellow Turban camp with firm steps.

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"Enemy attack!"

When the scream pierced the sky, Peng Tuo had already woken up. I couldn't help but say a bad sigh in my heart, "I have decided to go east tomorrow, but Zhang Shuang is coming tonight." ”

However, Peng Tuo did not panic.

In the city, there are only a few thousand elite soldiers, and he can't help his army.

"Gather the Chinese army and resist the enemy!" Peng Tuo picked up the saber next to him and quickly got up from the bed.

"No."

The soldiers answered the promise and immediately gave the order to go down.

Soon after, Peng Tuo gathered 6,000 elite soldiers in his own camp. The killer is out.

The defense of a large battalion is very precise. Between the joint camps, there are wide roads, fortifications, and so on. Therefore, in ancient times, there was a saying that the army was arranged.

This man was definitely a qualified commander, and after ordering his troops and horses, he followed the road that had been built in advance. led the army to drive directly, and soon after, they killed Zhang Shuang in front of them.

"It's just a few thousand people, don't panic, kill!" Peng Tuo looked at Zhang Shuang's army by the light of the fire, and knew that there were not many enemy troops, so he shouted.

At the same time, in the firelight, Zhang Shuang was particularly eye-catching.

Handsome and shiny armor, high-headed war horse. Behind him, the "Zhang" character flag flew over, and at a glance, he knew that he was the chief general of the Han army.

"Maybe this is also a chance for me to slash your head." Peng Tuo looked at Zhang Shuang's head very longingly, and had a strong urge to screw it off.

This desire instantly turned into a raging fire, which made his heart pound.

If you kill Zhang Shuang.

If Chosha is captured.

If..........

"Kill!" Without words, it turned into a surging momentum, and Peng Tuo roared and killed, hoarse.

"Kill!" The elite soldiers of the Yellow Turbans roared and killed in unison and rushed to the Han army.

"Poof, poof!"

"Ahh

The same resolute soldiers, the same brave soldiers, met in an instant, and at that moment, countless soldiers fell to the sky, trampled in a pool of blood.

Enemy, robe.

Countless lives turned into corpses in an instant.

"Kill!"

Zhou Cang and the four lieutenants were in all directions, killing and killing, and the roar was majestic.

In an instant, the Han army gained the upper hand. But the tide was quickly reversed.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the big camp of the Yellow Turban, there are 40,000 or 50,000 elite soldiers. Even if an army of 100,000 wanted to gnaw on this hard bone, it would have to break a few teeth.

Not to mention that Zhang Shuang's army is only 5,000 people. It is not an exaggeration to say that Zhang Shuang is an egg touching a stone.

If Zhang Shuang didn't rely on it, Xiang Yu would have to be defeated if he was alive.

After being stunned by Zhang Shuang, the generals of the battalions of the Yellow Turban Army began to order their troops and horses.

"Knock knock!"

"Da Da Da!"

The sky drums shook, and on the ground, the sound of footsteps was like a tide, as if the waves were crashing on the shore, shocking the earth.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Countless and countless elite soldiers of the Yellow Turbans swept in from all directions. There are miscellaneous soldiers, but more often than not, there are countless bandits who disregard life, they robbers, they are strong, they rape, women, they don't even spare children.

They do all kinds of evil, they are the yellow scarves that sweep the world.

The yellow wind is all over the sky, and the flag is flying. Zhang Shuang had already led his troops deep into the Yellow Turban Formation.

"My lord, too much, too much. Not to mention elite soldiers, even if it is a miscellaneous soldier, we can't hold it. "Zhou Cang, the four lieutenants are covered in blood, and they are excited to kill, but they are also scarred.

One lieutenant felt very pressured and couldn't help yelling at Zhang Shuang.

Deep in the center of the army, Zhang Shuang is the object of key care. Flying arrows, slashing from time to time.

Left and right, Zhou Cang and the others stared in all directions, blocking arrows for Zhang Shuang.

But even then, there are dangers. Too much of each other, too much. There were too many arrows, too many.

But Zhang Shuang's expression is always calm, as a general, he can't change color, can't be afraid, can't be afraid. The only thing he has to do is for Mount Tai to collapse in front of him, and he will not be ashamed.

"Calm. Form a circle first and protect yourself. Hearing the captain yelling, Zhang Shuang said lightly.

"No."

An order was given, and the ten thousand soldiers agreed. The soldiers began to form a circle, moving closer to each other and cooperating with each other. Defend against Yellow Turban attacks from all directions.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The dense yellow turban soldiers continued to attack the circular array, and under the command of the four captains, the circular array continued to shrink and expand. When I shrink, defend against an attack.

When it swells, it suddenly turns into a meat grinder. Keep strangling the Yellow Turban soldiers one by one.

I have to admit that this army is very brave and good at fighting, Zhang Shuang's prestige covers the army, and his command is simply off the charts. With his support, the morale of the army was always high.

In a short period of time, corpses were left around the army. But there are too many yellow scarves, too many. Killed a circle, and another circle. Gradually, the Han soldiers also felt tired.

If it weren't for the commander-in-chief's general, Zhang Shuang, the army would have collapsed long ago.

In the center of the army, Zhang Shuang's face has always remained the same.

But Peng Tuo's gaze was no longer dazzling. Because he has the upper hand, he has the masses. At this moment, the seven camps in the East were left behind by him.

It will take a little time for the army to arrive.

"Tonight, your head is mine." Peng Tuo looked at Zhang Shuang's head, and his desire became stronger and stronger.

"Hahaha." Peng Tuo laughed loudly, laughing proudly, as if Zhang Shuang already had something in his pocket.

The long sword pointed and ordered: "Whoever kills Zhang Shuang, I will recommend him to General Tiangong as the marshal." ”

"Kill!"

In an instant, the morale of the Yellow Turban rushed to its peak, and the offensive became more violent. Arrogance, arrogance, constant coercion.