In several camps, the Yellow Turbans took up arms, put on armor, and rushed out of the camps, chaotically forming a whole team.

The Han army is coming.

"Do what you do best." Wang Luo arranged it like this.

As a result, the three people in this new small team all stood in the positions they thought were suitable according to their own ideas.

Zhou Yingxiong picked up the shield and stood in the front row; Yang Wentian stood in the middle of the line; Wang Luo said a few words to a Yellow Turban soldier, then took the reins from the other man's hand and rode onto the horse.

He was at the bottom of the line.

In Yang Wentian's view, this is just another battle.

He's been through a lot of battles, it doesn't matter.

He was in the middle of the line because in his opinion it was the best position. can't be in the back row like Wang Luo, and participate in the battle like that, so there are too few opportunities to get loot; He is not like Zhou Yingxiong, because of stubbornness or stupidity, he dares to stand in the forefront with a shield.

What loot will Han soldiers drop? It is said that the head of the Han army general is a necessary item for many tasks, but the damage to the general must be more than 20% of his health to have a relatively high chance of falling, if only he could grab it.

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Zhou Yingxiong could feel the soldiers around him tremble.

He looked to the right, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow scarf and a cloth shirt, holding... half a broken pot and a kitchen knife; On the left, there is a young man, not wearing armor, holding a wooden shield, and his body is shaking.

They were all scared. Indeed, there are reasons to be afraid, but isn't it an honorable thing that a team should have its own duties, take a shield, and protect your teammates in front?

How can there be so much to worry about? What the team needs is cooperation, there was no way before, but now that we have equipment and learned skills, of course we should be at the forefront.

With this idea that he has been laughed at as a fool for nearly ten years, leading to countless plundering by his boss and bullying by his colleagues, Zhou Yingxiong came to the front of the team.

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Who is the leader of this force? Wang Luo looked around and found it.

A group of horsemen from the largest camp consisted of twenty or thirty men, all dressed in armor. The one who walked in the front was holding a flag with "Zhang" written on it.

There were a few cavalrymen, who did not run out of this team, went to each team to pass a very simple order--- the whole army to attack.

And then what? How to meet the enemy? Which team is in the middle? How did the team on the side cover them? This most basic queue is not to say, it is to let this group of people go together...

Wang Luo looked at the messenger who delivered the order, and finally said nothing.

Not the time.

He left the group and drove his horse to a nearby high ground to observe the battlefield.

Maybe it was the command point that played a role, and no one cared about him.

It's not a mountain, but it's not a pure plain either. The entire battlefield was in a flat C shape, with the Yellow Turban Army's camp camped on the hillside, in the center on the left side of the C. Near the camp, some of the surrounding hillsides were bald, and the Yellow Turbans had cut down them for firewood or camp fences. And the neatly formed Han infantry brigade, as well as a small number of cavalry, attacked from the gap in C. Number... It should be about seven hundred, a quarter of the Yellow Turban Army.

Seeing the Yellow Turban army attacking, the Han army stopped on a slope and fired several rounds of crossbow arrows in the formation.

Why did the Yellow Turban generals choose to attack? In the camp, wouldn't it be better to take advantage of the high ground and wait for the Han army to attack? Or is it because of the numerical superiority, the confidence of victory?

The Yellow Turbans, who rushed forward in a chaotic manner, did not stop at the enemy's bow and arrows, but accelerated the speed of their charge. That's right, apparently, these Yellow Turban soldiers are not on the first day of battle. Although the formation is chaotic and disorderly. But they know what they have to do.

When rushing towards the enemy, what did the Yellow Turban soldiers rely on to act? Instinct. It's physical. What about the spiritual aspect? What are the goals of their battles? Believing Zhang Jiao, planning to build a new country? Wronged, having had a bad life, and wanted to rebel, and the religious leader provided content that met their needs?

What about the psychological state of the Han army? Are they happy with their treatment and what they have to do? When they ran to the battlefield, were they brave or cowardly? Is it because of the herd mentality? Do it because everyone around you is doing it?

Slowly, the two armies approached. On the right side of Wang Luo's side, a Yellow Turban Army of about four or five hundred people had approached the left flank of the Han army. In the face of such an enemy, the Han army as a whole remained immovable, and only the part that received the enemy fought.

Face up to war. Wang Luo demanded this in his heart. If you want to win, you have to play to your strengths --- understand people as a group.

Another Yellow Turban team approached the front of the Han army, and at this time, the drums in the Han army formation sounded.

Knock knock

The soldiers of the Han army began to march down the slope to the beat of drums. The Yellow Turban soldiers on the right were obviously no match for each other, and some of them were killed in battle. But they did not rout, but only retreated a little and still held out.

The Yellow Turban Army in the back is their reliance. If several Yellow Turban troops arrived, it would be easy to surround the Han army. That's why the Han army will start attacking when a part of the Yellow Turban Army comes into contact with their own side, striving to defeat the opponent first.

The battlefield, a place that Wang Luo has never touched, is the highest form of human confrontation. At this moment, it was presented in front of him.

Whistling, roaring, running, wailing. Spears are stabbing, broadswords are waving, flags are flying, people are fighting.

For a while, Wang Luo forgot that this was a data-based virtual world, and his heart was surging.

Not so long ago--- perhaps generations ago, they were compatriots within the same group. Also mine, ancestors and compatriots.

With the development of generation after generation, the resulting disparity in ability and wealth has finally divided them into completely different groups. The contradictions, which have been accumulating to this day, have finally begun to erupt as a whole.

One side is in rags, holding wooden sticks, hoes... and everything that can be used as a weapon;

The other side is well-armed, holding a sharp blade, with a strict banner, and an orderly advance and retreat;

One side is outnumbered, but the formation is loose. In front are the prime of life, but behind them are the old, weak, sick and disabled;

The other side is small in number, but it is well organized. Behind them, there are the officers, the government, the emperor;

But no matter how big the gap is and what the reason for the fight is, there is only one outcome: the stronger side wins.

A few hundred against a few thousand, and a much larger battle that will follow, is just an appetizer. The commander of the Han army, who chose to bring a small number of soldiers to attack this Yellow Turban army, should have the confidence to defeat them. So, what do they rely on?

Neat armor, strict military discipline? Skilled in combat skills? The stupidity of the Yellow Turban commander? What is it?