The night was like black ink, and a thick fire dragon was rushing towards the west of the Han army, trying to outflank and besiege it from the rear. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The 200,000 troops of the Yellow Turban Northwest Battalion, under the personal leadership of the main general Da Hong, were marching rapidly.

The scout rode around nimblely, and did not notice any disturbances.

At this moment, a group of fifty scouts suddenly lost their horses, and most of them fell to the ground;

Before the dozen or so spies who had been lucky enough to cross the tripping rope came to their senses, dozens of arrows shot out of the darkness.

In the midst of the dull noise and slight screams, most of the fifty people died in an instant;

The remaining spies were horrified and were about to release the flare when they were shot into hedgehogs by a second wave of arrows.

Walking at night with torches in hand can illuminate the surroundings, but it also exposes its own presence, and if there are enemies lurking on the side, it is very dangerous......

The same scenario is playing out in other places.

As time slowly passed, Da Hong suddenly had a hint of foreboding in his heart.

There seems to be a lot less fire light around the originally active exploration horses, what is going on? Could it be that the Han army still has an ambush?

When Da Hong was in shock, several earth-shattering drums suddenly sounded from several directions, front and back, left and right.

After that, countless fires appeared, and shouts of killing rose to the sky.

The sound of horses' hooves raged around and drew closer.

Da Hong suddenly shuddered, looking at the firelight, there must be at least 200,000!

What's more, they didn't expect that the Han army had other forces at all, so they didn't have the slightest defense between the marches, and if they were attacked at this moment, the result would be disastrous!

Although his heart trembled and panicked, Da Hong still forced himself to settle down and urgently ordered the drummer to order the army to defend in place.

But how can it be so easy, the 200,000-strong army is lined up in a long column, and it is difficult for orders to be delivered in a short time.

What is even more worrying is that the enemy's cavalry has already rushed from both sides, and it is about to be killed.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were at a loss, and the constant shouts of killing and the approaching firelight around them made them distracted.

At this moment, the Yellow Turban Army at the forefront had already made contact with the Wuji Army that was rushing up, and the cavalry of the Wuji Army on both sides were also killing into the formation, just like two sharp swords penetrating into the body of the long snake.

Feng Yi personally led more than 20,000 cavalry, bravely rushed into the enemy's army, the afterimage of the sword in his hand was constant, sharp and fast, he longed for this kind of bloody fierce battle!

On the side, Xu Chu and nearly 100 Ziwei followed closely to support him.

As for the other cavalry, it was led by Dian Wei.

The two cavalry, under the leadership of several fierce men, continued to cross and kill in and out, and the long dragon army of the Yellow Turban was suddenly killed in a mess, just like a big snake that had been cut off a dozen of them.

At this moment, the infantry of the Wuji Army on both sides also covered up.

All of a sudden, the sound of fighting shook the sky and the screams continued.

The Yellow Turban sergeants were divided into small pieces of tofu, and it was difficult for them to hear each other, so that they felt that they were surrounded by enemies;

was already panicked in his heart, and in the face of such a scene, his morale plummeted, and it was difficult for his own strength to give full play.

Most of the Yellow Turban Army in the front was attacked, and only the rear did not show the slightest trace of the enemy.

Half an hour after the battle at Lu, the Yellow Turban sergeants, who had suffered more and more casualties and lost confidence the more they fought, finally began to turn around and run to the rear;

It's like a domino effect, ten people run away, a hundred people follow suit, a thousand people follow, and ten thousand people go with the flow in ignorance.

In an instant, the Yellow Turbans were defeated like a mountain, and they all turned around and fled regardless of it.

And the Wuji Army is chasing after them like ducks.

Only by leaving the other party with hope to escape can it not arouse the other party's determination to die.

And this is the best outcome.

The other party is just bent on escaping, and there is not much resistance, in this case, slaughtering people is like slaughtering chickens, it can't be simpler.

Da Hong saw that his 200,000-strong army was routed in an instant, and countless soldiers were killed, and his eyes were suddenly split.

But what can be?

What he needs to do now is to preserve his vitality as much as possible and immediately flee back to the camp with his troops!

He had already withdrawn from the Chinese army to the rear, but the enemy's cavalry was still getting closer and closer.

Da Hong gritted his teeth in hatred, and then suddenly ordered 20,000 soldiers to hold on to the spot, and launched the method of sanctification when the enemy cavalry arrived!

And he himself led the remaining 50,000 troops to turn around and withdraw to the northwest camp.

When they received Dahong's order, the generals of the 20,000 army suddenly felt cold in their hearts.

But what can be done?

Perhaps from the general's expression, some soldiers suddenly sank in their hearts, and then there was a dead silence in their eyes;

This state is also contagious to others.

They had already guessed their fate, and in their hearts, the army of 20,000 suddenly became quiet.

On this noisy battlefield, such a strange reaction of the 20,000 army naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Feng Yi licked the corners of his mouth that were a little dry, but there was a sneer in his eyes.

Is there a way to sanctify? Scold! I've been through so much!

Glancing at the rout behind him, Feng Yi suddenly ordered the two cavalry to go straight around the 20,000 Yellow Turban infantry, and then chased after the 50,000 Yellow Turban army that was already far away.

At this moment, maybe those 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers will still obey the order, but under the impact and coercion of those routs, they will definitely continue to flee until there is no one left!

The northwest camp was already in sight, and when Da Hong was secretly relieved, he suddenly heard the sound of the earth-shattering horse's hooves behind him, and he was immediately shocked.

How is this possible? 20,000 holy soldiers still can't stop the opponent's cavalry?

This simply doesn't make sense!

Unless, those 20,000 soldiers disobeyed their orders, and there was no way to initiate the Holy Path!

Or maybe the cavalry of the other side saw something and directly bypassed the 20,000 broken soldiers.

But in either case, there is no point in dwelling on it at this point.

For now, what he needed to think about was how to deal with the cavalry in hot pursuit.

The opponent's combat strength had already been seen with his own eyes before, and it was impossible to resist it by relying on his own 50,000 soldiers.

It seems that the only way to lure them into the camp and then surround them is to kill them!

He still has 100,000 troops in the northwest camp, plus his own 50,000 soldiers, I don't believe that 150,000 soldiers can't take care of his 50,000 soldiers!

What's more, the camp is not a wide plain and a racecourse, as long as they can withstand the opponent's first round of attack and contain their speed, then their threat will be greatly reduced later.

As long as you can defeat these cavalry before the opponent's foot soldiers arrive, then there is still hope of turning defeat into victory!

Thinking of this, Da Hong hurriedly urged the army to speed up and rush to the location of the camp.

The 50,000 soldiers of the Yellow Turban had already entered the camp of more than 30,000, but at this time, the cavalry of the Wuji Army finally arrived.

The arrows of the Yellow Turban archers on the camp wall continued to shoot out angrily, but the Wuji Army did not pay attention to it at all, even if someone screamed and fell from time to time, they still just buried their heads and rushed to the camp gate.

Like a sharp drill bit, the corpses flew wildly and screamed;

The more than 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers who were still outside the camp gate finally broke down completely and fled in all directions after barely resisting for a while.

The cavalry of the Wuji Army took advantage of the situation to enter through the camp gate, but they were greeted by long rows of shield bearers and a large array of Sen Han's spears.

Feng Yi picked off a yellow turban soldier with one shot, and then sneered, he knew that the other party would definitely set up such a formation to meet him.

"Grease Rain!"

A shout sounded, and then countless bottles and cans were thrown towards the Yellow Turban Formation, and after the splashing liquid filled the Yellow Turban Soldier's body, thousands of fire arrows followed.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The roar of the flames continued to sound, and in the midst of the raging fire, the screams continued, and many gaps appeared in the originally compact and orderly formation of the Yellow Turban Army in an instant.

"Kill!"

The cavalry of the Wuji Army, whose speed had been slightly reduced by throwing oil cans and piercing fire arrows, suddenly jerked their horses' buttocks and rushed through those gaps at a faster speed.

Iron hooves rage, blood is as red as fire.

A Yellow Turban soldier with a knife tried to jump and cut off the head of a cavalryman, but was pierced through the chest by another cavalryman behind him;

There were also Yellow Turban soldiers who tried to cut off the legs of galloping horses, but they were stabbed in the arm by a shot, and then trampled into meat sauce by the cavalry behind......

The camp collapsed, the hooves were slamming, and the fires were burning in all directions, and the killing was continuous.

In the middle of the camp, seeing the red-eyed Da Hong roaring angrily, Xu Chu was about to step forward to kill, but was stopped by Feng Yi.

"Let me come!"

Xu Chu's brows jumped slightly, and he hurriedly dissuaded: "Lord! You are delicate, how can you easily take risks? ”

Feng Yi couldn't help but be speechless for a while, glared at Xu Chu angrily and said, "I'm not a daughter's family, how can I say it?"

Okay, it's just a seventh-rank junior general, and with my strength, there is not much threat at all.

You can sweep the formation, and if I am really defeated, it will not be too late for you to strike again. ”

"This ......"

Xu Chu wanted to persuade again, but seeing Feng Yi's firm eyes, he had to nod helplessly in agreement.

Feng Yi smiled slightly, and then slapped his horse towards Da Hong with a solemn expression.

He kept in mind Guo Jia's reminder that he must not underestimate any enemy. Otherwise, those heroes who died tragically at the hands of unknown people are "role models"!

The Infinite Sword Intent can continue to increase its power with the accumulation of the number of enemies killed, and the initial increase in strength has doubled, and now it has reached one point and three times.

If the knife flies in the snow, the forest is cold.

Feng Yi's knife was strangely white under the interweaving of the firelight and the dark night.

For some reason, when he saw the white, Da Hong couldn't help but feel a sense of shock in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten moves, and the more Da Hong fought, the more aggrieved he felt.

The opponent's sword skills are ordinary, but they always exude a terrifying momentum, making it difficult for him to exert his strength. (To be continued.) )