"The trapped beast is still fighting, fighting against the water." Huangfu Song was in the middle of the Chinese army, sitting on the back of a war horse, and let out a sigh.

"Grind." Zhu Jun took his words and said a word softly.

Since the beginning of the war, those who have participated in the battle have always been the front army of the Yingchuan Han Army and the left army and the right army. The front army is the blade, directly into the hinterland of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army, which is the most fierce place in the battle. The left and right armies are pincers, cooperating with the front army, and the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army is encircled, and when the two pliers are finally closed, the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army will have no way out. At first glance, it seems that the left army is exposed because of the lack of troops, but in fact, there is an invisible net waiting for the fish to throw themselves into the net.

Surrounding three queyi, approaching step by step, and confronting the regular army, this is the strategy adopted by Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. There is no need for trickery, and there is no need for surprise soldiers, in the case of taking the lead, they can take the lead step by step and lead the nose of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army.

is upright and magnificent, invisibly, it seems to be saying a word to Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang. I'm going to beat you, I'm going to surround you, and whether you never get out of that opening, I can keep most of your military power!"

As for the Chinese army, a little closer to the battlefield, it stopped and did not move at all. The rear army is scattered and spread out of the battlefield, which is a rear move. The reason why the Chinese army and the rear army were not allowed to join the battle and crush the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army was because this was in Guangzong! Jizhou Guangzong, the base camp of the Yellow Turban Army!

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun couldn't be sure whether there would be strange soldiers ambushed by the Yellow Turban Army around, and they couldn't be sure whether the main force of the Yellow Turban in Guangzong City would send troops to help, so they chose to sit in the middle army and put the rear army on guard. If there is, then with their existing army, they will be able to cope with the reinforcements of the Yellow Turbans. If not, under the situation of already controlling the battlefield situation, the rear army of the Chinese army can act at any time, and when the Yingchuan Yellow Turban enters the end, it is not too late to join the battle.

Grind. This is the strategy chosen by Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, even now the Yellow Turban Army still seems to be demoralized, stabilized its position, and fought on a par with the army under the command of the two. And that kind of fanatical momentum, even if they are so far away, they can feel it, not to mention the pressure that the soldiers under their command will have when facing such a Yellow Turban soldier.

Because the Yellow Turban soldiers were not allowed to die. If it is said that the soldiers under the command of Huangfu Song are afraid of death, it is not true, but when fighting with such a Yellow Turban Army soldier, in the face of that crazy counterattack, the price to pay if you want to take it in one fell swoop is huge.

In normal times, this may make the emperor Song and him

Zhu Jun felt that it was tricky, but now was not the usual time. From the very beginning, they knew that there would be the current situation, so they used one word to describe the actions of the Han army now, which was the simple word that Zhu Jun said, grinding.

It can't last long, and the power that erupts in a desperate situation will definitely not last. It will not be Huangfu Song Zhu Jun who should be in a hurry now, they are not in a hurry, on the contrary, the advance speed of the Han army has slowed down, and they are ready to slowly wear down the momentum of the decisive battle of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban.

It's just that the pressure on the former army is too great.

Huangfu Song glanced at Zhu Jun and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that your fierce general Sun Wentai will be damaged in the chaos?" ”

"Afraid, why not afraid? Thousands of troops are easy to obtain, but one general is hard to find. Saying that he was afraid, Zhu Jun's face clearly did not have any worries. He continued: "Just afraid or not afraid, there is no way to survive the battlefield of the fierce general, then it is not a fierce general, right?" What's more, thousands of troops are easy to obtain, and a general who is hard to find can only prove his worth if he survives under the overthrow of thousands of troops. ”

"It's you, Huangfu Yizhen, your Zhan Ruicheng's current situation is not good." Zhu Jun raised his horsewhip and pointed to the moving black shadow in the battlefield.

"But on the battlefield, anyone can imagine all kinds of things before they go to the battlefield, right?" Huangfu Song's face did not move, even if the black shadow, the fast-moving crowd of people and horses from time to time, people fell into the team and fell into the smoke and dust, it could not make his heart shake in any way.

Even if there is a battle blade that he likes quite a lot, and the person who fell from the war horse has a battle blade, Huang Fu Song's state of mind is still like this.

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun glanced at each other, and there was rust in their eyes, as well as cold and cruel. Sun Jian, Zhan Feng is like this, ordinary soldiers are like this, and for them, it is also the same. Even if you are in the middle of the Chinese army, who can tell you what is going on the battlefield? Perhaps, the next moment, a Yellow Turban army broke into the Chinese army, and the target was not necessarily aimed at them.

It's just, even if you know, think, so what? As the commander-in-chief, stepping into this battlefield, his life has long been entrusted to the sword in his hand.

"No, I can't. I can't wait any longer, and if I wait any longer, I'm afraid that there will be fewer chances of breaking through. Zhao Hong's face was cloudy.

Outsiders always see it very clearly, and at first glance, it seems that it is now evenly matched, but it is not. He could see that the current Han army was deliberately manipulating the rhythm of the battlefield and constantly eroding the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers on the battlefield. No matter how firm the belief of these Yellow Turban soldiers is, no matter how fierce they are not afraid of death, when facing a desperate situation, that breath will eventually disappear.

It's not whether it will, but it will, it's just a matter of time.

He has been looking for flaws in the Han army, but no. The Chinese army, which is as stable as a mountain and has the tendency to suppress mountains and rivers, is clearly guarding against the entry of yellow turban reinforcements.

Maybe in the end, we will be able to catch the flaws of the Han army. But when that time comes, whether there are flaws in the Han army or not, it is useless, their support army, together with the Beihai Yellow Turban Army from Qingzhou, is only more than 10,000 people, and they want to break through the siege and come out with the besieged Yingchuan Yellow Turban, which also depends on the combat power of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban itself.

"Then we have to be there first." Zhao Hong muttered to himself, immediately raised the spear in his hand, and shouted loudly: "All the troops listen to the order, follow me to rush and kill, and rescue Yingchuan's brothers!" ”

Zhao Hong rushed out on horseback, a shadow flashed in front of him, and he realized that it was Guan Hai, the chief general of the Beihai Yellow Turban, who went faster than him.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky! ”

Many Yellow Turban soldiers roared wildly, their eyes burning with raging flames, and they ran in stride, closely following behind Zhao Hong and Guan Hai.

(End of chapter)