The Yellow Sky Iron Cavalry, as the name suggests, is the cavalry in the Yellow Turban Army. And the word iron riding is actually not so genuine. It's the same as you and a person who usually compares you to eat milk ice cream in the summer, he eats pure milk ice cream, and your milk ice cream has a thin and crispy chocolate crust, which is invisibly higher than the other party.

Maybe it's low-quality chocolate, and it doesn't taste very good, but others don't know it, so they naturally think yours is more high-grade. This metaphor is somewhat inappropriate, one is war, the other is eating, but the original meaning is that it is a word, win with momentum, at least on the surface to look better than the other party, suppress the enemy.

There are Bingzhou Iron Cavalry, Youzhou Iron Cavalry, and Liangzhou Iron Cavalry, which are the three major iron cavalry of the Han Dynasty and the production place of elite cavalry. The Northland has been a land of good horses since ancient times, and because of the perennial war with the nomads further north, the real elite iron horsemen are in the northern states.

Jizhou is also in the north, but although the Yellow Turban Army has funds, it has no time. Not only the training of cavalry, but also all kinds of equipment, as well as horses, cannot be solved with money, it will take time. The Yellow Turban Army is precisely lacking time, and this cavalry is also lacking time.

Three thousand yellow sky iron horsemen rushed out, the horses' hooves trampling on the ground, and the rumbling sound echoed in the field. They are not wearing iron armor, and the harness is not very good, and the only thing that can be said to have something to do with iron is probably the iron-like heart.

After a long period of training, these cavalrymen were well-trained, and at least they were able to control the horses under their seats to charge. In addition, these three thousand cavalry, each of them will use some small spells, which is the reason for the origin of the Yellow Sky in front, that is, the power given by the Yellow Sky.

What is the art of sharp gold that increases the sharpness of weapons, the speed of thick earth that increases the defense of the body, and the speed of the wind that increases the speed of horses. Although on the battlefield, being swept away by blood, the final effect of these spells is only a little bit, even if it is just a trace, all of them add up to determine the final result.

Just like many pan-believers, they believe a little bit in any god and any religion, that is, that sentence, anyway, they don't need money, they believe a little more. Now the spells cast by these cavalrymen of the Yellow Sky Iron Cavalry have covered their bodies, the weapons in their hands, and the war horses under their seats with a layer of glowing luster. Anyway, don't want money, put a little more, what if you really decide your life and death once, the victory or defeat of a battle?

"Reinforcements haven't arrived yet?" The leading military general muttered in his mouth, and the palm of the gun was clenched extremely tightly, and the palm of his hand was covered with hot and humid beads of sweat.

Lu Shuai asked him to lead the troops to protect the sappers this time, but he didn't send cavalry to him, otherwise he wouldn't have to look so nervous now. Because if there is a negligence, let the cavalry charge into battle, it will cause unimaginable results!

"Hiccup." Li Qianjun burped and scratched his head, as if he sensed someone's missing.

Behind his back, he carried five spears, and now he was holding a cleanly gnawed chicken bone in one hand, and the meat on it had been gnawed to the point that there was nothing left, and Li Qianjun's usual physical energy consumption was very huge, so he would eat every two hours to replenish the energy consumed by his body. In his other hand, he held a machete with a dull color, the blade of which was cold and flickering, and it seemed that he usually sharpened the knife.

In his spare time, he sharpened his knife, sharpened his knife to the pigs and sheep, and the force of the army grinned, isn't it time to go to the pigs and sheep? He threw away the chicken bones, sank into the dantian, and shouted: "Speed up, cut into the battlefield in five minutes." Whoever falls behind will go back to the camp to pour night pots for the whole camp and wash clothes! ”

Li Qianjun leaped forward step by step, extremely fast, and every step on the solid ground left a footprint. Before the imprint had sunk, his feet lifted up again, and he stepped towards the next landing point, and as he went, a forward air flow blew around his body.

Behind him, the soldiers of the death battalion all shivered in unison, they were not afraid of heaven and earth, the only thing they were afraid of was pouring night pots and washing clothes. That sourness, and the days that were canceled later, no one who has experienced it wants to experience it again.

Everyone burst out at the fastest speed and rushed forward, keeping up with the footsteps of the Li Qianjun. But it's just to keep up, and the back of Li Qianjun is like a mountain, standing in front of them, unable to cross or surpass.

It is precisely in this way that he convinced everyone that he was able to be the current third captain of the death battalion.

"Fifty paces forward for the archers, three hundred steps forward, salvo!" The leading Han general gritted his teeth and gave the latest order.

Three hundred paces away, it was close to the edge of the battlefield where the two armies were fighting, and there were also Han soldiers fighting against the Yellow Turban Bandits. A rain of arrows went down, but even his own soldiers were covered, but this general couldn't care so much, and all he could do now was to try to cause casualties to the Yellow Turban cavalry who joined the battlefield, and at the same time delay time and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

He carried the spear in his hand, the prancing horse and the spear, and joined the battle with the last remaining group of soldiers around him.

"Boom!" In the melee, the Han army retreated, the sword and shield soldiers behind stood out, and the big shield in their hands fell to the ground, and they all let out a roar, neatly forming a row of shield walls. There was a gap between the shield and the shield, and between the shield and the shield, a long spear protruded from the gap, instantly forming a forest of guns, and the tip of the spear was shining.

The shield wall and the gun, the combination of pikemen and sword and shield soldiers, in the back of a famous soldier, revealed a resolute gaze in his eyes. And what about cavalry? This wall of thorns they have made will also make their heads bleed!

Behind this shield wall, a Han soldier stood by and formed a queue. They left behind the corpses, but they were preparing for a bigger battle, and soldiers kept retreating and joining the fortress.

The Yellow Turban soldiers continued to rush forward, trying to tear down the wall and open up a gallop for their cavalry. As long as the cavalry rushes in, one chisel through is enough to decide the victory!

"Kill!"

"It's really hilarious." Li Qianjun looked into the distance, and at the same time kept approaching, watching the distance become near, and then into the front.

He laughed, his tongue licking the corners of his mouth, and the smell of blood that was carried by the wind and surrounded the tip of his nose had a little graceful fragrance. The closer it gets, the stronger and more charming the smell becomes, and the fishy smell comes from the tip of the nose, sniffing it carefully, and turning into a stirring blood stream in the body.

Under his body, the blood flowed rapidly, supplying blood to all parts of his body, making his mind clearer, and under the clarity, there was a little sickly smoke. Every muscle is preparing for the upcoming battle, ready to burst out with the most powerful power in an instant.

Excited, extremely excited, every time the battle is approached, Li Qianjun will fall into a state of incomparable excitement. It is precisely because of this excitement in the war that he is as excited as taking drugs, that he joined the Han army and entered the death camp.

Li Qianjun saw and saw the cavalry attacking, they had already rushed to the front of the shield wall, and there was no way to turn, and the strong inertia dragged the cavalry forward continuously. The spears in the hands of the cavalrymen stabbed against the shields, and the powerful impact broke the spears. At the same time, the shield also made a piercing sound of metal clashing, and many cracks appeared on the shield, and it fell. Because the sword and shield soldiers behind them had already thrown backwards, and they were shocked by the impact force and vomited blood in the air. The entire shield wall is in danger, under the powerful impact of the cavalry, even a soldier wearing heavy armor will be shaken back by that force, even if it seems that there is no injury on the surface, but the internal organs have long been seriously injured by the shock, or even dead!

One of the cavalrymen fell, and the horses neighed and fell to the ground, and the cavalry above them fell together, and were broken to the bones. The cavalry behind surged again, and the charge never slowed down because of the fall of his companion in front of him, and from the beginning of the charge, it could not be stopped. There is no second outcome other than breaking through the enemy line, or destroying it.

So, one two, ten hundred cavalrymen fell, and they could not stop their advance. The horse's hooves stepped on, from the body of his companions, from the expensive horses, and the speed did not decrease, even if the cavalry horses slipped and finally fell, they still could not stop the cavalry charge behind.

The spears on the shield wall snapped, the shield shattered, and a sword and shield soldier fell backwards. The three thousand Huang Tiantie horses lost two thousand hundred horses in front of this shield, which made Zhao Hong behind him extremely painful. If it weren't for the other Yellow Turban soldiers to cooperate with the attack, I am afraid that he would have a toothache, because every soldier is an invaluable asset.

He couldn't help but smile, the standing shield wall fell, and then there was the unblocked Pingchuan. The cavalry kept accelerating, moving forward, a surprise attack, chiseled through the formation of the Han army, and the remaining Yellow Turban Army soldiers followed, enough to set the tide of battle!

Victory is just around the corner!

As if sensing Zhao Hong's thoughts, Li Qianjun showed a cruel smile, and he and the death battalion behind him were constantly accelerating, running like the wind. If the speed of the cavalry depended on horses, then they were two-legged. For them, the two legs are the most trustworthy horses, relying on these two legs, they followed Lu Zhi to fight all over the world, relying on these two legs, countless times to escape death, countless times to kill the Yellow Turban Army.

These two legs are the ones they trust the most, and the weapons they trust the most, as well as the weapons in their hands.

"Draw a spear!" The army shouted loudly as he ran, drawing a spear from his back.

The five spears on his back, all of which were used for throwing, were made with a very simple process, and did not even contain much technical content. Except for a piece of iron with a sharp tip, the whole spear shaft has not even undergone much flat grinding, and the surface is uneven and very rough, like a section taken from under a tree, which is only made into the shape of a round wooden pole.

Except for Li Qianjun, each soldier in the other death battalions also carried five spears on their backs, which were similar to the remaining five on Li Qianjun's back, not much different. These spears are not used as blades for fighting people, they have only one purpose, and that is to throw!

The three thousand soldiers of the death battalion, whether they were players or natives, drew their spears from their backs when they heard the voice of the Li Qianjun, or when they were only within a hundred meters of the battlefield. With the help of the inertia that he was facing forward before running, he slammed his feet, raised his spear with his right arm, and threw it with all his strength towards the roaring cavalry!

Yes. The Yellow Turban cavalry had already penetrated the Han army's military formation in the first charge, and it was a little difficult during this period, with countless obstacles, many cavalry fell off their horses, were killed by the enemy, and were trampled to death by the horses of their companions, but in the end they still walked back and forth. The speed of the war horse decreased again and again, and after breaking out of the Han army's formation, it had to gallop forward for a distance, and then turn, regain horsepower and launch a charge, tearing apart the Han army's formation again.

It seemed that victory was at hand, and the once powerful and seemingly invincible Han army finally showed a fatigue they had never seen before. Taking advantage of his illness and asking for his life, the cavalry seemed to see the light of the yellow sky shining in front of them, guiding them forward, and finally winning the victory.

"Whew......"

It was as if the light they saw was not the real light after all, and when these cavalrymen had just surged with joy in their hearts, the yellow light of the yellow sky was instantly shattered. There was a series of rapid whistlings, and the spears shuttled through the air, circled in a semicircle, and fell rapidly. The sound was more violent and rapid than that of the archers, and if the rain of arrows was dense and frightening, perhaps some of the lucky ones would not die. Then these spears, that is, a hailstone, every shot can kill people.

They threw their spears, and when the first flew out, they drew the second, and at the same time they ran forward at a rapid pace. The distance with the cavalry is rapidly narrowing, and then rapidly approaching, but there is no fear of death on the faces of these death battalion soldiers. In the face of the strongest class in this era of cold weapons, they did not stop for a moment, grasping the period before this collision, throwing spears, and did not stop, looking forward to that collision.

"Ah......h All of them stirred the frightened hearts of the Yellow Turban Cavalry, and the next moment they tore them apart and stopped beating.

Li Qianjun's smile was even brighter, his body was tilted to the side, and the machete in his hand was raised, "To die, to die!" ”

"To death! To death! Born to die! The soldiers behind him echoed in unison.

(End of chapter)