"The front army is out of battle, the left army and the right army are outflanked, the rear army is pressed, the archers are ready, and the enemy army is suppressed with a salvo!" Zhao Hong calmly looked at the battlefield and issued an order.

The herald who followed him immediately conveyed this order, "The front army is out of formation, the left army and the right army are outflanked, the rear army is pressed into formation, the archers are ready, and the enemy army is suppressed with a salvo!" ”

"Yellow sky should stand, yellow sky should stand!" The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army frantically shouted slogans and rushed towards the Han army sappers who were building improvised beacons. There was no fear in their eyes, and they did not show a trace of fear in the face of the same number of Han troops as themselves.

Because of Zhang Jiao, because of the miracles shown by the great sages and good teachers, they were shocked. With this boost, the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers was high, and the impact of the small defeat many days ago had completely faded, and now they showed a kind of tiger and wolf spirit that the winner possessed.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! There was a sharp voice coming from the Han army that was protecting the engineer battalion and building the beacon tower.

Because the construction speed was too slow, Lu Zhi successively allocated 4,000 people to assist these sappers in building the beacon tower, so the speed was much faster. By now, in the afternoon, the fourth tower had been built, and the fifth one should be built before dark, so that the extended beacon tower could play the role of warning the enemy.

Even the large camp was still full of fog, but the enemy intelligence transmitted by the beacon was enough for the soldiers outside the fog to see and quickly transmit it into the large camp. And Lu Zhi has decided to move the position of the large battalion forward, and expand a front battalion, which can accommodate at least half of the Han army, so that he will not be afraid of the threat of the Yellow Turban Army.

The departure of the death battalion is for this reason, Lu Zhi wants to beat the invading Yellow Turban army to hurt, hurt, make them worry and hesitate, so that the time to come over, even if it is only one night, is enough.

"Sappers, minmen stand back! Hide behind the beacon! The leading military general shouted, and his voice was passed backwards layer by layer.

The civilians and sappers are not soldiers who fight, and it is easy to panic, so it is better to let them retreat directly, so as not to impact their own soldiers' phalanx.

"Sure enough." Zhao Hong was not surprised by the appearance of 10,000 Han troops, but he felt that it was more problematic that the Han army did not deal with him in this way.

The phalanx of archers in front of him had already drawn their bowstrings, and it was their feathered arrows that reached the Han army phalanx faster than the surging Yellow Turban soldiers. Similarly, the archers on the side of the Han army also began to shoot at each other, and the time difference between the two was almost the same, and there was almost no difference.

The rain of arrows rained down one after another, and the rain of feathers and arrows was a dense small black spot in the sky. Closer and closer, it fell violently, with a numbing buzzing sound, whistling to the heart.

There were constant screams from soldiers rushing forward from being shot by feathered arrows, and the crashing sound of shields blocking iron arrows. The soldiers only looked at the enemy on the opposite side, running fast in the face of the rain of arrows fired by the other party, and their companions kept falling, but it did not affect their determination at the moment.

However, in comparison with the casualties on both sides, the losses on the side of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers were relatively large, and the Han army was only slightly injured because of its sophisticated equipment, even if it was shot by an arrow, as long as it was not shot at the vital point. Three waves of arrows rained down in a very fast time, and almost all the soldiers who stood still on the battlefield were either killed or wounded.

On both sides combined, there were about seven or eight hundred soldiers killed and wounded, which is about a ratio of one to three, that is, if the Han army was shot and killed, or there were 100 wounded, and the Yellow Turban army had 300 soldiers. Among the five or six hundred dead and wounded soldiers, the Han army accounted for two hundred, and the Yellow Turban Army numbered almost six hundred!

Collision, there was a collision on the battlefield, and the soldiers of the two sides fought each other. At this moment, the role of archers has become so insignificant, except for the initial volley, they have lost the ability to suppress the battlefield in the face-to-face battle. Under the rain of arrows, it is uncontrollable, and not only the enemy, but also your own team will be damaged.

Now it is a face-to-face battle, and all that can be relied on is the will, the body, the weapons in hand, and even a trace of luck, and of course, more importantly, the handover of the comrades standing behind and behind it. The entire battlefield, from the very beginning, has been in a state of white heat, with soldiers constantly falling, dying, and corpses falling one after another, spilling their blood towards the sky and the earth.

"Kill!" A Han soldier had just pierced the chest of a Yellow Turban soldier with a spear in his hand, and the head of the spear was deeply embedded in the chest of the Yellow Turban soldier.

Step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, and when the soldier pulled out the spear, he only had time to block the long knife on the left that was slashing at him with the barrel of the gun. But coldly, from the right, a long knife advanced, one arm hugged his body tightly, UU reading uukanshuet The tip of the knife penetrated the armor he was wearing and sank into his body.

The coldness of the blade for a moment brought most of the strength of the Han soldier's body, but he still smiled evilly, twisted the spear, and the tip of the spear spiraled out, stabbing into the body of another Yellow Turban soldier with a face obviously happy. Even if he dies, he will die with him!

This Han soldier is the one who was cut and surrounded, and the one with bad luck, as for the other Han soldiers, they are all connected to each other, they are well-trained, cooperate tacitly, and show more powerful combat effectiveness than the Yellow Turban soldiers. It is precisely because of this that in a very short time after the battle, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were suppressed and retreated.

Zhao Hong, who was riding on a war horse, frowned deeply, the quality of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army under his command was not something he could decide, in fact, they were already good, and they could match them when facing the Han army in other places. However, in front of them was the elite Han army gathered in Guangzong, and their elite level had been vividly demonstrated in more than a month. Therefore, the weakness shown by the soldiers under his command now is not unreasonable.

However, this will not work.

Zhao Hong raised his hand, next to him, there were actually three thousand cavalry waiting for his order, which was already a valuable asset among the Yellow Turban Army. But Zhang Jiao handed it over to him without hesitation, and now, it was time for them to attack.

"Huang Tiantie rides, out!"

(My goal is to end the battle of Gwangjong in 400 chapters, but it's obviously not possible because I'm a verbose author.) But within 500 chapters, Dong Zhuo enters Beijing, and it is inevitable that he will crusade against Dong Zhuo, after all, the pace must be accelerated, and strive to climb all the way to more than 800 chapters to a successful end! Even rice hair, heaven bless! And thank you to the subscribed bosses, thank you! ）

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