The Yellow Turban Colonel reported that Huangfu Song sent a team of people to Chaoyang Zhai Kai. Bocai asked, "How many more people?" ”

The little colonel said: "There are more than 1,000 people, they don't look like officers and soldiers, and the weapons in their hands are more like our Yellow Turban Army from the clothes!" ”

Bo Cai scolded: "These spineless guys, I heard that Huangfu Song took in more than a thousand of our prisoners, but I didn't expect these guys to really surrender to the official army, okay!" Since you are here, I will clear the portal for General Tiangong, come here, and prepare for the battle! ”

Before they arrived at Yangzhai City, Li Hui's more than 1,000 people met the Bocai army. There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides. Li Hui drove his horse forward and shouted loudly: "Listen to the other side, I am Li Hui, the thief captain under the command of General Huangfu, let you Bo Cai Qu Shuai answer!" ”

Bo Cai scolded: "Dog officer, your grandfather is here, if you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go!" ”

Li Hui smiled slightly: "Wait for the Yellow Turban Army to be defeated and retreat, and you can't make the climate, listen to my persuasion, get off the horse and surrender quickly, you can avoid death, if you don't obey, you will definitely be broken into pieces!" ”

Bo Cai looked at the 50,000 army behind him, and looked at the lonely 1,000 men behind Li Hui, and laughed loudly: "Where did the doll come from, the hair hasn't opened up yet!" I'm not afraid to flash my tongue when I say big things, I have 50,000 elite soldiers, surrender to you, don't make people laugh, come on, let grandpa see your dog officer's dog head first! ”

Bo Cai lifted the reins of the horse and stabbed Li Hui with a gun. Li Hui was beside Zhou Cang, dancing with a big knife, and stood with Bo Cai. Zhou Cang is just a small leader in the Yellow Turban Army, he can't see Bocai at all on weekdays, of course, Bocai can't see him, the two don't know each other, one wants to kill Li Hui, the other wants to protect Li Hui, and the two fight in front of the two armies.

Bocai's gun flew up and down, saw the opportunity, stabbed Zhou Cang's throat, Zhou Cang's horizontal knife was in a gear, knocked Bocai's gun aside, picked up the big knife, and slashed Bocai's right shoulder obliquely. Bo Cai hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, withdrew the head of the gun, and the barrel of the gun swept and hit Zhou Cang's waist. Zhou Cang stood up and took the move.

Li Hui was frightened when he looked at it in the back, such a fight, if he had changed himself, he would have let Bo Cai stab him under the horse, no, his kung fu was still too poor, and he must practice hard after he went back.

While speaking, Zhou Cang and Bo Cai had already fought for more than ten rounds, and Zhou Cang's big knife cut off a piece of the armor on Bo Cai's right shoulder. Bo Cai didn't see it well and wanted to turn the horse and run away. Zhou Cang is willing to let there. Just when Bo Cai's war horse just crossed over, Zhou Cang's big knife looked from top to bottom, according to Bo Cai's head.

Bo Cai didn't look good, and as soon as he lifted the reins of the horse, the front hooves of the war horse suddenly rose high, and Zhou Cang's big knife looked at the war horse's buttocks. Bocai's horse was considered a good horse, but he was slashed by Zhou Cang, but he didn't fall down immediately, and ran away with Bocai thinking about the northeast.

Li Hui looked bad, he didn't expect this Zhou Cang to be so powerful, he actually defeated Bo Cai, so the plan to lure the enemy into the depths may be in vain. Li Hui stopped Zhou Cang and shouted loudly: "I thought the Yellow Turban Army was so powerful, it turned out that they were all wine bags and rice bags, and the Yellow Turban Army was gone!" ”

The Yellow Turban Army, which had no commander, was at a loss for what to do, and the 50,000 army and Li Hui's more than 1,000 horses stood face to face outside Yangzhai City, and there was a hint of defeat and retreat. Li Hui didn't see it well, and scolded loudly: "The Yellow Turban Army is all cowards, rabble, it's better to surrender quickly!" ”

Fortunately, a little commander in the Yellow Turban Army, a little bloody, shouted: "Brothers, rush with me, we have 50,000 people, even if we use our feet, we can trample them to death!" He took his team and rushed out first. As soon as the rest of the yellow scarves saw that someone had come out, 50,000 people beat a thousand people, and no one wanted to do it, and they all rushed towards Li Hui with shouts.

Li Hui let out a long breath and commanded his thousand men, put up a little resistance, and quickly retreated. When the Yellow Turban Army saw that Li Hui was going to run, how could they let him run away and chase after him. Li Hui's 1,000 men with 50,000 Yellow Turban troops began a running performance on the pipeline. The army trained by Li Hui may be average in battle, and the running ability can be regarded as first-class, and during this period of time, Li Hui has come to an emergency assembly and let the soldiers of the whole battalion carry a weight of five kilometers.

In the words of his subordinates: "I don't know where the eldest brother's methods came from, this is military training, is it clearly a whole person!" ”

But that's when the benefits of long-term running come into play. There were only 1,000 people, but they didn't let 50,000 yellow scarves catch up. Soon, I arrived at the place agreed with Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. Li Hui said to Zhou Cang: "Tell me to go down, cross the small bridge in front, tie up my position, guard the bridge, and never let a yellow scarf go over!" ”

This ambush site, fifteen miles away from Yangzhai, is surrounded by high mountains on both sides, and there is a small river in front of it, and only a small bridge can pass through it. Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun, and Li Hui studied the map overnight before choosing here. Li Hui gathered his troops at the bridgehead and quickly prepared a defensive position, and the Yellow Turban Army arrived panting.

The little handsome man took the lead, and his men stepped on the small bridge and rushed over. Just approaching the bridge, Zhou Cang saw the opportunity and threw a spear with all his might, hitting the horse's head impartially. Under the action of inertia, the spear penetrated the horse's head and pierced into the chest of the little marshal. Ma Xiaoshuai didn't say a word, and fell into the river with the war horse.

The Yellow Turban Army behind didn't know what was going on, and they poured onto the bridge in waves. There were many Yellow Turbans, but the bridge was too narrow to spread. At this moment, two arrows suddenly burst out of the valley on both sides. Li Hui heard it and said loudly: "Brothers, our plan has succeeded, as long as we hold the small bridge, it will be a victory, Zhou Cang pay attention to the side and the back!" ”

With the sound of arrows, the Yellow Turban Army also realized that they must have been ambushed by the official army. Tens of thousands of arrows were fired in the valley, and tens of thousands of arrows fell from the sky and fell into the crowded Yellow Turban Army. The cries of the Yellow Turban soldiers suddenly sounded, and many people began to run back, hoping to run back to Yangzhai.

Many more are overwhelmed. There is a figure who may also be a handsome man, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, don't mess up, we are already surrounded by officials and troops, and only by breaking through the small bridge in front can we have any hope of survival!" ”

This sentence immediately made Li Hui feel pressured. Tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans flocked to the bridge, and they did so one after another. Wounded soldiers began to appear among Li Hui's brothers. No matter how elite your 1,000 people are, it is impossible for them to withstand the attacks of tens of thousands of people. Even Li Hui drew his sword and killed the Yellow Turban Army.

The small bridge, which was only a few tens of meters, was soon filled with corpses and red with blood. The Yellow Turban Army was still attacking, Li Hui's long sword had already been cut off, he picked up a steel knife casually, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, hold the small bridge, you must not let the Yellow Turban thieves pass, hold on for a while, victory will definitely be ours!" ”

Li Hui's 1,000 men fought for less than half an hour, and there were only more than 600 people left who could fight, and all of them were wounded, even Li Hui himself was scratched by an arrow on the left side of his face. The Yellow Turban Army was still flocking to the small bridge, and Li Hui shouted hoarsely: "Don't be afraid, this is their last fight, as long as we hold here, the reinforcements of the commander will arrive immediately!" ”