"Huh?" Zhang Bao looked behind him, his brows immediately furrowed, and the mood that had just calmed down and improved had disappeared without a trace.

It turned out that they were attacking the Han army camp of Guangzong, but at this moment, the army he sent out to attack the Han army camp had already retreated in a way of rout. Behind these armies was the Han rank tail chasing, advancing at a blistering pace, closely following his retreating own soldiers. did not rush to kill, but continued persecution, and persecution, it was clear that it was to use this own army, which was already on the verge of defeat, to impact the entire army formation.

These soldiers, wearing yellow scarves, are the Yellow Turban soldiers under his command. Their retreat in the present is indeed from their own orders and every mistake. In the case of being hunted down, there is no way to stabilize the position, and it is not wrong to run desperately in order to survive. The only thing that is wrong is that behind them, followed by the Han army, once these routs are allowed to impact the main formation, and then let these Han troops attack with them, then the situation, which is still a little better, will immediately collapse again.

"Second brother, I'll go." Zhang Liang said loudly.

"It's fine." Zhang Bao agreed, and glanced at Zhang Liang deeply, "Third brother, you have to be careful, the eldest brother is still waiting for us to go back." ”

"Of course. You and my brothers worked together, and if they came out together, why should they go back together. Zhang Liang smiled slightly, and rode towards the rear army.

Now in this situation, there is no doubt that only him, or Zhang Bao, can stabilize the morale of the army. You must know that they were defeated in Yingchuan first, and then fled all the way, the morale of the army and morale all declined to the lowest point, and finally there was an echo again, but now they are trapped in the siege of the Han army, and the situation of the soldiers fleeing may happen at any time.

Zhang Liang left, taking with him a portion of the Chinese army, while Zhang Bao refocused his attention on the warring front army. With Zhang Liang behind him, he can deal with the situation in front of him wholeheartedly without any worries.

"Huang Tian should stand!"

"Huang Tian should stand!"

The shouts one after another filled Sun Jian's eardrums, and behind him, there were now more Huang Gai and Zu Mao, and behind him were the Jiangdong disciples who had been following him. Wielding the knife, the Gu Ingot Knife did not unexpectedly bring up a bright blood flower, but Sun Jian did not have the slightest happy mood, on the contrary, he was a little restless.

After killing so many Yellow Turban soldiers, Rao was using his physical strength, and now he was also slightly panting, and when he waved the ancient ingot knife, he was also a little sluggish. There were a few more wounds on his body, although they were small and not in danger of his life, but they made Sun Jian aware of the crisis.

The pain from those wounds was nothing, but he noticed a difference in them. These soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army did not flee in rout, even in the face of him, in the face of the ancient ingot knife in his hand, they still did not retreat, and even if they died, they all went forward one after another. This is completely different from what Sun Jian had seen before and killed the Yellow Turban soldiers, especially the fanatical eyes that accompanied those four-word slogans.

"Kill!" The ancient ingot knife sent out an arc, and a head fell with it. Sun Jian looked at his chest, where a spear was hovering, his palm clutching the head of the spear, and blood continued to roll down from his palm.

Just now, a Yellow Turban soldier launched a decisive charge towards him, ignoring Sun Jian's swing of the knife, and stabbed the spear in his hand straight, so that Sun Jian had to use his palm to catch this shot! Not afraid of death, this is the attitude shown by these Yellow Turban soldiers who are now in front of Sun Jian.

It's just this attitude, but it hasn't shaken Sun Jian's pace of progress. He threw the spear in his hand, whistling, and the spear stabbed into the body of one of the Yellow Turban soldiers with strong winds, and then pierced through the chest of the second Yellow Turban soldier.

Since they are not afraid of death, then Sun Jian will not be soft, no matter how many people he wants to kill, he must make them feel afraid! Kill them to the point where they are afraid!

The whole battle situation was scorched, and even the elite of the Han army felt tricky when facing the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were not afraid of death. The speed of the advance gradually slowed down, and the resistance encountered also caused heavy losses to the Han army.

"Shield defense!" Xiahoudun let out a loud shout, took a step forward, and raised the shield in his hand. The same action as him was the sword and shield soldier standing in line with Xiahoudun, and the spearman in front of him stepped back, and the advancing sword and shield soldier raised the shield in his hand.

As soon as the sword and shield hand raised the shield in his hand, the dense feathered arrows fell. "Bell, bell."

Looking out from the gap between the shield and the shield, Xiahoudun could see that the Yellow Turban archers on the opposite side were frantically shooting arrows at them, using arrows to suppress their pursuit. It's just that the soldiers of the Han army led by Xiahoudun, except for some of the soldiers who clinged to the defeated Yellow Turban Army, the rest are soldiers who have not even scattered in formation.

The rain of arrows poured down, but in front of the Guangzong Han army, which had been prepared for a long time, it only brought a pleasant sound of hitting the shield on the head.

"Those who have an impact on the military formation will be killed immediately!" Zhang Liang stood in front of the formation, looking at the Han soldiers who were mixed in the fleeing soldiers.

The previous wave of arrow rain only delayed the footsteps of the Han army pursuing behind. These Han soldiers hiding in the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army are not within the coverage of the rain of arrows, and if they want to eliminate these people, they are afraid that they will die more than their own soldiers. Even though they had been defeated and become a wave of chaos that might impact their own ranks, Zhang Liang still did not choose to start.

These soldiers can all be called the most closely related troops between him and his second brother Zhang Bao, otherwise they would not have delivered the task of attacking the Han army camp. It's just that his soft-heartedness is based on the fact that he can control this rout, and once he can't control it, then Zhang Liang will decisively choose to start.

"Spearmen out of formation, formation!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers armed with spears appeared in the direction of the rout, holding spears, and the sharp heads of the spears were outward, forming a forest of guns in an instant. In the face of their own rout, which is getting closer and closer, they do not move, as long as they crash in, then they will only die under the fire of guns, becoming corpses in front of them.

"Raise the banner and let them divert to both sides of the military formation." Zhang Liang commanded. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and in the midst of a bang, the gun array moved slowly, moving towards the Han army on the opposite side, and it was actually about to have a hard-to-hard collision.

(End of chapter)