Jia Rong raised his eyes to look at the Yellow Turban Army in the distance, this is a strengthened Yellow Turban Army, draped in stubbornness, more elite than the Anding infantry behind him, facing his own 500 cavalry turned out to be only a slight commotion and then waited for the battle, what is rare is that there is a cavalry team of about 50 in the Yellow Turban Army, a big flag fluttering in the wind, and the word "Li" is written on it.

In the face of such a Yellow Turban elite, Jia Rong could not afford not to pay attention to it, every cavalry behind him was his own hard work, and quickly formulated a combat strategy, 500 cavalry directly attacked the Yellow Turban soldiers with a wild goose marching formation, and after the cavalry broke up the Yellow Turban Army camp, the infantry covered up and rushed to kill, striving to cripple the Yellow Turban Army in one fell swoop.

The main generals of both sides are in full swing to deploy on the battlefield, this war, Jia Rong's side occupies an absolute advantage, Jia Rong's purpose is to win the war at the lowest cost, but Li Damu has to organize soldiers to fight to the death, in the plain area, the infantry can not escape the pursuit of the cavalry no matter what, Li Damu is now holding the idea of breaking the net.

Jia Rong called Mi Wei and Zhang Xiu to his side, and each issued a combat mission.

Looking at the eager cavalry behind him and the Anding County soldiers with dodging eyes, Jia Rong carried out Zuihou's combat mobilization.

"Tell me out loud, who's the strongest?" Jia Rong pulled out the Qingyu Sword on his waist and roared loudly, reflecting the sunlight, the Qingyu Sword emitted a faint blue light.

"I'm the strongest, I'm the strongest......" the five hundred cavalry roared in unison.

This short question became Jia Rong's must-ask every time he patrolled the Northland Army, and surprisingly every time the soldier finished yelling, he was always able to exceed the daily training.

The more than 300 Anding County infantry behind the cavalry were infected by the roar of the cavalry in front of them, and gradually followed suit.

The morale of the cavalry was brought to an extremely high point, especially those Qiang cavalry were even more exaggerated, holding their weapons high, dancing and shouting, completely immersed in this atmosphere, and the morale of the infantry was also raised, and the soldiers' eyes were filled with a strong fighting spirit, rather than seeing the dodging eyes of the Yellow Turban Yu Dang on the opposite side.

Jia Rong put away the Qingyu Sword, took out the war knife at his waist, and shouted: "Kill!" "Take the lead and rush towards the Yellow Turbans.

The five hundred cavalry rushed towards the Yellow Turban position like a torrent, and the sound of dense horse hooves was like a war drum urging life, beating in the heart of every Yellow Turban soldier.

The roar of the soldiers on the opposite side had already woken up Li Damu who was deploying, obviously Li Damu was not an idle person, just a few words, the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers was raised, and his eyes became more and more determined, but looking at the momentum of the cavalry charge on the opposite side, many Yellow Turban soldiers couldn't help but tighten the weapons in their hands.

At a distance of about 100 paces, 500 cavalrymen mounted their bows and arrows, aiming at the Yellow Turban Army in the distance.

Li Damu roared: "Shield soldier! ”

Sixty percent of the arrows were blocked, but it still caused a lot of lethality, more than a hundred Yellow Turban soldiers fell to the ground after the arrow, since Jia Rong added a small red cloth to the center of the target in the Northland school field, the shooting accuracy of the soldiers under his command has increased by more than one grade, plus the stirrups on the war horse, it is a big help.

Li Damu's face turned blue, and the elite of the cavalry in front of him was beyond his expectations, and he continued to organize the soldiers to resist.

Even if the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him was high, they could not resist the charge of the five hundred cavalry, and the fifty cavalry led by Li Damu were also pinned down by dozens of cavalry led by Zhang Xiu; The cavalry is worthy of being a tank in the era of cold weapons, one after another the Yellow Turban soldiers fell under the knives of the Northland cavalry, some soldiers were directly hit by the high-speed running war horses, and fell to the ground Life and death do not know, cavalry, the strong is not the lethality of the soldiers on the war horses, but the collision and trampling of the war horses.

Jia Rong led the cavalry to quickly hit the position of the Yellow Turban Army, and now the situation of the Yellow Turban Army is that the soldiers do not know the generals, the generals do not know the soldiers, just like headless flies everywhere, although they are brave, but the enemy is more elite, more than 300 infantry joined the battlefield, and those stragglers were broken one by one, shouting "Those who surrender will not be killed!" ”

Li Damu is also a brave man, a tiger with a long knife dance, and in the blink of an eye, there are three northland cavalry who died in his hands.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Xiu killed a Yellow Turban cavalryman, and the prancing horse came to fight with Li Damu, a spear dance is impenetrable, Li Damu is not an idle person, although it is difficult, but he can still parry; Suddenly, Zhang Xiu shouted, picked up Li Damu's broadsword, and poked Li Damu's right arm with a shot, and the weapon in Li Damu's hand fell in response, and his right arm was pierced with a bloody hole.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Li Damu turned around and ran, Zhang Xiuma was fast, caught up with Li Damu in the blink of an eye, a silver light flashed, Li Damu was pierced through the heart, and fell from the war horse.

As soon as the main general died, the morale of the rest of the Yellow Turban soldiers was completely lost, on the other hand, Zhang Xiu became more and more courageous, and there were already five or six people in the Yellow Turban who died in his hands, and there was no disturbance from the injuries of the previous few days.

Seeing that the main general Li Damu was dead, many Yellow Turban soldiers dropped their weapons and gave up resistance, and there were still some of Li Damu's die-hard friends who resisted to the death.

The battlefield was quickly cleaned up, and in the hateful eyes of the surrendered Yellow Turban soldiers, Zhang Xiu cut off Li Damu's head and came to Jia Rong to ask for credit; Although it feels like this method is bloody, some things have to be done in ancient ways.

Jia Rong took the head in Zhang Xiu's hand, only glanced at it, then handed it to Mi Wei next to him, and sighed secretly: "Li Damu's eyes are really big, those eyes are comparable to bull's eyes!" In order to commend Zhang Xiu's military exploits, Jia Rong directly promoted him to a hundred generals, and was promoted to three levels in a row, looking at Zhang Xiu's excited appearance, Jia Rong patted Zhang Xiu's shoulder and said: "Work hard!" ”

The excited Zhang Xiu bowed his head.

In this battle, more than 500 Yellow Turban soldiers were killed, more than 300 people were captured, countless weapons were captured, and 20 war horses were captured; More than 30 of the Northland cavalry were killed, more than 50 were wounded, more than 100 of the Anding infantry were killed, and the rest were wounded; Jia Rong could not take the casualties of the Anding County infantry to heart, but the loss of more than 30 cavalry was heartbreaking for Jia Rong.

Jia Rong said: "Bring back the bodies of the dead brothers and bury them well, and give their relatives a maintenance fee!" ”

The cavalry under his command were all excited when they heard Jia Rong's words, with such a commander, even if they died on the battlefield, what did it matter, the Qiang cavalry was even more excited and screamed, although their relatives were not here, there were deserters on the battlefield, not because they were afraid of death, but because they were worried about their families! In contrast, the infantry of Anding County seemed more depressed, in the troubled times, their lives were like mustard, and if they died, they died, and Jia Rong's words undoubtedly attracted them a lot.

"After I go back, I will ask for maintenance money for the dead soldiers of Anding County, you don't have to worry, the dead soldiers will be buried on the spot!" Jia Rong calmed the remaining soldiers.

After more than a month of fighting, nearly eighty percent of the infantry in Anding County have died, and it can be said that there are heavy casualties.

Li Damu was wiped out, the next thing to do is to find Li Damu's nest of thieves, Li Damu, who has been in trouble for a long time, must have collected a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, just look at the sophistication of the weapons of these Yellow Turban soldiers.

Under the guidance of the surrendered Yellow Turban soldiers, Jia Rong led the soldiers to quickly find the location of the thief's nest, the thief's nest is very hidden, if someone does not lead the way, it is difficult to find, and the thief's nest is easy to attack and difficult to defend, it is really a good location.

There are dozens of soldiers guarding the thieves' nest, and the person in charge of guarding is Li Damu's deputy general Li Xiaomu, at this time Li Xiaomu is drinking with several Yellow Turban soldiers, and the rest of the Yellow Turbans are also gathering in groups to drink and chat, and they were captured by Jia Rong's soldiers with lightning speed, without encountering any obstacles.

Looking at the loot collected in the thief's nest, Jia Rong couldn't help frowning, and motioned to the soldier to bring Li Xiaomu next to him, "Bring a bucket of cold water to sober Xiaomu up." Li Xiaomu is still in a daze, constantly saying that his brother is drinking or something.

A stream of cold water was poured on his head, and it was already the middle of winter at this time, Li Xiaomu was agitated by the cold water, provoked Lao Gao, and scolded: "That bastard did it, see if Lao Tzu turns around and doesn't kill him." ”

Mi Wei stepped forward and punched and kicked, directly beating Li Xiaomu's nose and swollen face.

Li Xiaomu, who was still scolding with his throat, was stopped by a yellow turban soldier next to him, and motioned to Li Xiaomu vigorously, who expected Li Xiaomu to slap him with a "horn", and scolded: "Even if the emperor is here, it won't work!" "Usually Li Xiaomu has been pressed by Li Damu, and it is rare to be the owner of the cottage for a while, how can he listen to the words of his subordinates.

Jia Rong smiled: "Oh, it seems that Li Xiaomu hasn't woken up yet, bring him another bucket!" ”

Another bucket of cold water came down, Li Xiaomu shook his swollen head, looked at the scene in front of him, and said in a daze: "What's going on?" Are you a helper hired by Big Brother? ”

Jia Rong was sweating violently, and said such an opening sentence in this scene, and the person in front of him was either a fool or a person with a very strong sense of humor.

The soldier who had just been slapped muttered in Li Xiaomu's ear for a while, Li Xiaomu's face suddenly turned like ashes, and he no longer had the arrogance just now, and the expression on his face was more ugly than that of his dead parents; "Slap", Li Xiaomu slapped himself, for example, he hit the Yellow Turban soldiers with his hand, "The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, offended the general, the general spared the villain's life, the villain has an eighty-year-old mother, and a three-year-old child, the general raised his noble hand and let the villain go, the villain must remember the general's great kindness, and repay the general by being a cow and a horse in the next life" Li Xiaomu cried with a handful of snot and tears.

Jia Rong really couldn't imagine how the typical representative of the chameleon in front of him became Li Damu's deputy, even with Jia Rong's thinking, it was difficult to accept Li Xiaomu's fierce performance for a while, and said coldly: "What's your name?" How old are you? Where is the home? Inadvertently, Jia Rong inherited the good habits of the police in later generations.

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