As soon as the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhao Hong appeared, it was immediately like a firefly in the dark night, attracting the attention of the Han Army and the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army.

"Report to the boss, there is a Yellow Turban Thief Army attacking on the right side of the army!" A scout rode his horse to the outside of the Chinese army, dismounted, and ran quickly in front of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun to pray.

"Beat the drums, order the rear army to gallop to the aid of the right army, and in addition, let the right army change its formation, open a road, and let them in." Huangfu Song didn't have to think about it, so he immediately gave an order.

"Yes!" The scout simply clenched his fists and ran towards the warhorse outside.

"Knock knock, knock knock." The drums of war immediately changed to a drumbeat and became extremely dull, like the thunder before a storm.

In fact, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were not sure that they would swallow all the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans. If you add the military strength of the Guangzong Han army camp, it is okay, but Lu Zhi still has to guard against the main force of the Yellow Turban Army in front, and the troops that can be drawn out to participate in the siege are only a part.

What's more, the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army, even after experiencing a major defeat on the Yingchuan battlefield, was chased all the way, and many soldiers fled. However, the number of remaining soldiers is still much more than that of the Yingchuan Han army, so if you want to swallow it completely, you may face the problem of stealing chickens and eating rice.

Or one word, grind. From beginning to end, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were grinding, and in their several deductions, the chance of completely swallowing the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army was very small. But it is not excluded that there is that kind of opportunity, so the Chinese army did not move, not only to guard against the arrival of the main force of Guangzong Yellow Turban, but also to wait for that slight opportunity.

Now, the opportunity is gone. From the time they saw the appearance of the Yellow Turban reinforcements, the two of them clearly knew that there was no chance. At this time, it is necessary to fully implement the grinding word to the end, wear down the strength of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban, and prepare for the upcoming Armageddon.

As a result, the Chinese army moved violently, and the phalanx turned into a winged formation, quickly heading towards the battlefield where the battle was being fought.

"It's coming! Reinforcements are coming! Zhang Bao's eyes suddenly lit up, and when the light flashed, he had already seen the arrival of a bright yellow color in the distance.

"The whole army obeys the order, and breaks through to the place where the reinforcements are coming!" Zhang Bao's voice was extremely soft, but it clearly echoed in the ears of all the Yellow Turban soldiers. It was as if he was standing beside them and talking, but in fact, Zhang Bao was far away from them.

Zhang Bao's voice surrounded his ears, suddenly, but the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were not surprised at all. Zhang Bao is a general of the earth and the younger brother of a great virtuous teacher, so it is natural for the soldiers to have such magical powers. After hearing this order, the yellow turban soldiers, whose morale was gradually weakening, gradually burned again in their gloomy eyes.

Reinforcements! These two words echoed in my ears, and fell heavily in my heart, and the fighting spirit swelled violently.

"Kill!" Many soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army waved the weapons in their hands, and they were originally forced to retreat by the Han army, and stepped forward.

To death, there will be a kind of hysterical combat power, powerful, but not long-lasting. Xiang Sheng, too, will find a hysterical combat power, which is more powerful than death. Because who doesn't like to survive rather than the dreaded death? Therefore, the pursuit of the power of survival is even more terrifying!

The Han army retreated step by step, and the formation was torn apart by the Yellow Turban Army in an instant, tearing a gap. This is what the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army, which was held by the thief army, and in despair, the power that burst out when they suddenly saw hope made their combat effectiveness explode.

At first glance, it was the Han army that was defeated and retreated, but those soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who had already killed the red eyes and killed them in the direction of reinforcements did not notice. They didn't have many casualties on the Han soldiers who were blocking in front of them!

On the contrary, as if consciously giving way, the Han army retreated to the side after a little resistance. They were just full of joy and went to the reinforcements, and the Yellow Turban soldiers did not notice it at all, each of them scrambled to be the first, and when they saw the reinforcements, in fact, the Yellow Turban soldiers had already cut off their ties with each other. They are no longer as united as before, and they are no longer fighting with each other, so no matter how strong their combat effectiveness is, no matter how high their morale is, it is useless.

This is a battlefield, not a battlefield of one person, two people, dozens of people. The strength of one person is nothing here, only the power of the collective, condensed into a force, can control the situation of the war.

After the Han army retreated, it suddenly squeezed forward, strangling the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers. They don't care how many Yellow Turban soldiers they will escape, all they care about is what they are looking for, the Yellow Turban soldiers who run in front of them, and kill them!

Sun Jian too, he also avoided to the side. Let it be or not, that is, he also knows the result of the road of survival that is blocked in front of the seventy or eighty thousand troops. So he gave in, but the ancient ingot knife in his hand had no intention of backing down, and every time he cut down, he killed two, or even several Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Chase! The sword and shield soldiers abandon the shield, and the pikemen are the front, chasing! The shield in Xiahoudun's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and with a long knife, he quickly ran towards the Yellow Turban Army opposite.

With his left hand, he picked up a spear that was stuck upside down on the ground and threw it forward, the sharp tip of which pierced into the back of a Yellow Turban soldier in the distance. Xiahoudun keenly grasped the fighter, the Yellow Turban Army just now could be called a well-founded advance and retreat, and the spirit of swearing to fight to the death, but now, when he heard that the reinforcements were coming, there was nothing.

The formation was scattered, each fighting separately, and everyone was afraid that they would run slower and become the one who died. Even with Zhang Liang's pressure array, he could only gather an army that was one or two hundred meters away from the periphery, and further away, he couldn't control it.

Yes, Xiahoudun didn't know who was now leading the Yellow Turban Thief Army in the distance, but it was none other than Zhang Liang or Zhang Bao. Even one of these two people can't control the army, so you can imagine how chaotic the Yellow Turban Army is now.

"Damn it!" Zhao Hong scolded angrily, and the spear in his hand stabbed forward, piercing the throat of a Han soldier.

He now knew what was overlooked. What he left out was that most of these Yellow Turban soldiers were ordinary people, and if they were people, they didn't want to die, and if they lived in front of them and died behind them, no matter who they were, they would not choose to face the death behind them.

Even faith can't do it to this extent. They, these yellow turban "brothers", are now only afraid that their hearts are full of all, and they can run faster than their companions, right? Even if that powerful combat power is not able to run faster, it will only explode again.

Is this a breakout? It's clearly a breakout skin, a rout!

(End of chapter)