No matter how tight the formation is, there will eventually be a time when it will be breached, let alone an extremely laborious class like a heavy shieldman. Every time they took a step forward with their heavy shields, they had to spend a great deal of strength to raise their heavy shields to ram the enemy forces in front of them. Although the battle line was under their efforts, after forcibly knocking the Yellow Turban soldiers crowded together in a group step by step, their strength was also greatly consumed. When people will finally run out of strength, as long as they loosen their strength a little, they will be cut off by the Yellow Turban sergeants who they have been trying to squeeze in before the heavy shield, and they are ready to ask for credit from the great sages.

"The Pak Dao soldiers rolled forward, and the heavy shield men retreated to the center of the big array!"

Seeing that more and more heavy shield hands began to be unable to support and were killed one by one by the Yellow Turban Army that broke through, Li Cunxiao, who understood that their mission had been reversed, immediately ordered them to retreat to the center of the formation to rest for a while. At this moment, the heavy shield array will not be broken, and it will not be of much use to use them again, so the retreating party is the most correct order.

As Li Cunxiao's order was issued, another noisy scream rang out. Although most of the commanders of the Yellow Turban Army were from the bottom of the people, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that every time the formation changed was the moment when the troops were the most negligent, so they not only encouraged the soldiers to continue to move forward bravely at this rare opportunity, but also personally slammed into the depths of the Han army's formation. Although their ability is like the light of the fireflies compared to Li Cunxiao, the commanders of these positions are larger or smaller, and the commanders with high or low abilities are again much stronger than the ordinary soldiers of the Han army, so their sudden assault also caused a lot of panic in the staggered and alternate large array of the Han army, but fortunately, the timely deployment of the captains and captains below the Han army allowed Li Cunxiao's order to be carried out smoothly.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock~"

A dense drum beat was so clear and clear on the battlefield where the roar was chaotic, and the direction of the drumbeat was the Yellow Turban sergeant behind him, as long as there was a gap, they all looked to the rear, on a tall command car. The great sage and mentor Zhang Jiao was rolling up his sleeves and beating a big drum in front of him.

"Kill!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who had been caught in the chaotic battle, heard the sound of the drums and the beating of the drums by the great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao, and they all started to fight in confusion again, and another wave of desperate impact rushed towards the Han army.

"Humph! Again. It's your ability to use the Yellow Turbans again and again to boost the morale of the Yellow Turbans, but don't you know that this drum beat is a little too early! ”

Li Cunxiao's bright eyes pierced through the bloody battlefield and aimed at Zhang Jiao, who was standing on the command vehicle five miles away, and didn't know why he was able to hit such a loud drum. Although Zhang Jiao's continuous method made the Yellow Turban sergeant, who had already surged in combat power, raise his spirits again, he didn't know the reason for being vigorous!

"Are you ready?"

Li Cunxiao, who finished snorting coldly. Turning his head to a lieutenant on the side, he asked.

"It's ready, ready to assault!"

This spear array was not a spearman with a heavy shield hand, but a dense gun array created by the Han army in order to make up for the lack of war horses to deal with the large-scale cavalry of the Xiongnu. The cavalry was restrained by this dense array of guns in the field, not to mention that the impact and movement were inferior to the Yellow Turban sergeants of the cavalry.

"Order the guns to come out, and the swordsmen are scattered and outflanked!"

Looking at the two sides in front of him who were about to stick together, Li Cunxiao hurriedly ordered. You must know that the chaotic battle without a formation is really a big loss for the Han army. You must know that the Yellow Turban soldiers at this moment have greatly increased their individual combat strength through Zhang Jiao's so-called blessing, but the Han army is still so much combat power, and the Han army is combined into a formation, and a hundred can fight the current Yellow Turban Army of a thousand. However, in order to form a formation, the Han army may not be able to defeat the same number of Yellow Turban troops. Therefore, what Li Cunxiao is pursuing now is to consume the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army one after another. Paralyze its will, and then a single decapitation action will determine the victory.

"Whoa!"

The lieutenant who heard the order hurriedly went to negotiate the order with the lieutenant who commanded the gun array.

……

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Three angry shouts, the Han army's gun array appeared in front of the Yellow Turban sergeant so gorgeously. I don't know if it's a problem with the formation, or if the Han army is standing too densely, every Yellow Turban sergeant facing the Han army's gun formation feels that he is facing at least seven or eight spearheads, as long as this gun formation is pushed over, he is in a mortal situation, this feeling really makes them shudder.

Sacrificing life and forgetting death is not sending death, so one by one the Yellow Turban soldiers were facing the dense gun array of the Han army. They hesitated.

"What are you afraid of, rush! For the yellow sky! ”

A yellow turban sergeant with a knife shook his body twice, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. And his momentum also infected the nearby Yellow Turban sergeants, making them hug each other when they were ashamed and uneasy.

No surprises. In just a cup of tea, the Han army's gun array and their feet were already covered with the endless corpses and stabbed flesh of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Left horseman, you lead 10,000 people up and press back the Han army's gun array for me!"

Looking at the invincible appearance of the Han army's gun array, Zhang Jiao in the back coughed twice and decided to continue to send troops and horses to press forward. Now they are fighting with the Han army with a bloody force, who retreats first. Then the big picture loses half first. Besides, his Yellow Turban Army only pressed down on the 50,000 army, and there were still more than 20,000 people on standby near Zhang Jiao, but another 10,000 was enough to take down the Han army, which was obviously not enough for 10,000 people.

"Whoa!"

The left horseman, who owed his body on the horse, immediately ordered 10,000 soldiers and horses to rush towards the gloomy gun array of the Han army. To tell the truth, he looked at the corpses hanging on the spears in the front row of the Han army's gun array, but how could he disobey the orders of the great sages and good teachers, besides, there were still 10,000 fresh troops under his command!

"Kill! Brothers, kill me! The Han army can't hold it anymore! ”

Wielding his spear, he rushed to the front of the left horse, shouting slogans to cheer up his own military horses, while gathering the bloody gun formations on both sides and hesitating soldiers to continue the attack.

"Kill!"

Now that the commanders of the left cavalry have already charged, what reason do we little soldiers have to be afraid! (To be continued.) )