Sun Tzu's Art of War is cloudy: the siege of the master must be que, and the poor are not chased.

This is what people often said later, 'three are missing one'. After beheading the leaders of the more than 6,000 Yellow Turbans, he immediately ordered his soldiers to divide into three and pounced on the three camp gates in the east, west and south. The camp was surrounded by wooden fences, and after taking the three gates, the Yellow Turbans could only be driven to the north gate like pigs and sheep.

There was fire everywhere in the dark night, and those Yellow Turban soldiers had already been completely chaotic, there was no commander of the Chinese army, and they didn't know how many enemies there were, many of them had already laid down their arms and surrendered, and some of the Yellow Turbans who were unwilling to surrender were led by various chiefs and leaders, rushing towards the north gate, which was the only exit without fire.

"Come with me!" Zhao Futu shouted violently, and the long sword in his hand slashed horizontally, directly killing a big Han soldier in front of him.

Naturally, he would not rush to the north gate, these Han Dynasty soldiers only had less than 800 people and dared to directly rush to the camp of more than 6,000 people, to say that the north gate did not arrange an ambush at all, he didn't believe it! The military system of the Han Dynasty was mostly based on thousands of people, commanded by the commanders and captains below the general, and now there are only more than 800 people attacking the camp, so where are the remaining 200 people?

There are not enough horses in Middle-earth, where can the ordinary soldiers of the first battalion get more than 100 fine horses?

If this battlefield space is really similar to reality, then this Han Dynasty army is either an elite army specially allocated with more than a hundred first-class war horses! Either that or that these cavalry were formed out of their commander's own pocket! The wealthy class in this era is very wealthy, and it is not difficult for them to recruit Hakka slaves from their private pockets to form an elite army of more than 1,000 people!

And no matter which one it is, this will not be good news for Zhao Futu.

Zhao Futu retreated quickly, and when he saw that the main commander of the Chinese army would be killed by the Han general, he immediately retreated and rushed straight to the south gate, which was the place where those Han Dynasty soldiers entered. And tonight, if the enemy will arrange an ambush, the north gate has the highest chance, the other two gates are very unlikely, and the south gate, where they first entered, is almost unlikely.

"Kill it! Kill me out! Zhao Futu held a torch high and shouted.

Now the camp is in chaos, and if he is surrounded by the enemy army with the physical fitness of his contractor, it will definitely be dead or alive! Now the only way out is to gather as many people as possible around and rush out of the south gate together! There are now more than two or three hundred Yellow Turban troops gathered around him, as long as they can take advantage of the fact that the enemy's reinforcements have not yet rushed over, they can directly break through the defense line of more than 100 people at the south gate!

- Boom!

The iron sword in Zhao Futu's hand was broken on the spot, the quality of the weapons of this era was far from good, he only killed two or three enemy soldiers, and it was already completely scrapped. He immediately pulled out the stainless steel long sword in his personal space out of thin air, and directly cut off the head of the enemy in front of him with a powerful slash. Just now the weapon in his hand broke, and the commander of the Han army couldn't help but show a cruel smile, but suddenly Zhao Futu took out a sword out of thin air, which immediately made him stunned, and his movements slowed down by half a beat!

Silver Cross swordsmanship is a standard battlefield swordsmanship, fast, accurate, ruthless, strength and momentum are extremely powerful, this kind of swordsmanship without too many fancies, as long as Zhao Futu is given a chance, it is to go straight to the enemy's vital point!

He drew his bloody hard steel long sword, wiped the blood on his face casually, and didn't have time to catch his breath, he directly picked up an item that had fallen on the ground, and continued to rush forward. The form on the battlefield is too chaotic, it is almost difficult to give full play to one's combat ability, and the previous sharp perception seems to have lost its effect because there are too many people around, and several times Zhao Futu didn't even feel it, and he was already slashed by the sword that came from the darkness next to him!

He didn't have time to check the hints given by the Nightmare Space, only that his health had dropped by half, that he had been hit by an arrow in his left arm, and that he didn't know if it was shot by the Han Army, or if he had been accidentally injured by the Yellow Turban Army's archers. Now that all the tents in the camp are set on fire, even his vision has been affected under the firelight, and he can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, so he can only rely on the direction of his previous memory to kill all the way out with his manpower!

"Drink!"

Zhao Futu stepped forward, the stainless steel long sword in his hand slashed vertically, and then turned around half a circle to set up the enemy's weapon, and with a wave as fast as lightning, the Han soldier in front of him knelt on the ground with a grunt around his neck. The 50% stat bonus pushed his strength down to a height of 20 points, and he was almost able to completely suppress those ordinary soldiers.

With enough strength as a foundation, the powerful lethality of the Silver Cross Sword Technique suddenly burst out.

This in itself is a swordsmanship that uses strength to break through skill, and the move of opening and closing requires the power to suppress the enemy! As long as the opponent can't block his sword momentum with all his strength, it will be almost difficult to survive three moves under his hands! After all, the original idea of this swordsmanship was to fight against the Muslim cavalry of the Islamic world, and it was possible to kill people and horses together in the strongest state!

"Whew!"

Zhao Futu's body trembled, and the attack immediately slowed down, I don't know when he was hit by a stray arrow again, this one shot in his abdomen, but fortunately, the contractor's body was extremely strong, and this arrow only pierced through his epidermis and stuck in the muscle layer. He didn't pull out the arrow immediately, but continued to rush forward with the arrow hanging on his body!

The cluster of arrows was in the shape of wolf teeth, and if he pulled them out hastily, it would only deepen his injuries.

- "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" ”

"Fight with them!"

Most of these soldiers who joined the Yellow Turban Army were poor peasants at the bottom, struggling under the oppression of eunuchs and relatives, and the peasants of the Central Plains had a very obvious characteristic, that is, as long as they had a bite to eat and could survive, then they were the gentleest, most honest and best ruling group of slaves in the world. But in the past few years, natural disasters have been **, the land of the Central Plains has been wailing all over the wilderness, thousands of miles of red land, countless hungry prisoners, and the lower-class people have sold their sons and daughters, and they have been forced to live in the end!

These people who were forced to be like this, although their combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of the Han army, but at this moment of life and death, they still broke out the last madness in their lives!

As if affected by the tragic murderous aura on Zhao Futu's body, the Yellow Turban sergeants behind him suddenly roared angrily, and directly swung their knives towards the Han Dynasty sergeants who were blocking the door. In the face of the swords of those Han soldiers, these Yellow Turbans, who were much thinner in comparison, did not dodge or dodge, and directly blocked their weapons with their bodies, and when the blades penetrated the flesh and blood and brought a pain of imminent death, they brandished their swords with a sinister smile, a trace of madness, a trace of hatred, and a trace of relief!

Perish with them! ……

They have almost nothing left.

They have been forced to ruin by this dark and decaying era, and there is nothing left.

Their land was annexed by the local wealthy clans and corrupt officials, and they sold their sons and daughters under all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, but in the end they had to go into exile to escape the heavy taxes.

The sky has no eyes!

The sky has no eyes!!

In the past few years, there have been a series of major disasters, followed by floods, followed by locusts transiting, and the land of the Central Plains is thousands of miles away, and there is no harvest.

They have no food, no clothing, no hunger! Watching their parents, wives and children starve to death one after another, or they can only sell them into slavery with tears in their eyes, in order to prevent them from starving to death, so that they can have food in the homes of the wealthy eunuchs there!

But even so, they still won't survive!

What can they do but raise the flag to rebel? This world has become a purgatory for them, and the great sage and good teacher is their last hope, and it is also their last extravagant hope in the world!

………………

At that time, the Yellow Turban Rebellion, an uprising broke out in 28 counties in seven states across the country, and the Yellow Turban Army was like a bamboo, the states and counties were lost, and the officials fled, shaking Kyoto.

This was the largest peasant uprising in the history of the Central Plains!

It's not that they have been forced to the extreme by this world, to the point where they can no longer live, what makes these peasants who have been ruled and enslaved for thousands of years to be so crazy?