Halfway up the mountain, I saw the brothers under the mountain, the blood flowed like a river, and the wheat grass fell down one by one. Zhou Cang was the first not to calm down.

Zhou Huzi, who walked in Hanshui in the past and had countless lives under his command, was actually the most timid and cautious by nature, so he was not caught and beheaded by Liu Biao's subordinates.

Historically, Zhou Cang knew his male and guarded his female, and was willing to be the boy who held the bottle in front of his second brother, because of this nature.

The bearded man was the first to see that something was wrong, and persuaded the eldest brother Liu Bi, the leader of the yellow scarf, rolled his strange eyes, and glared at Zhou Cang fiercely.

"Afraid of what? Shoot a few, shoot a few, there are three yellow scarves here, nearly 100,000 people, that is, 100,000 pigs, and they will also support Fang Guang's thieves! ”

"What are you doing in a daze, go and beat the drum and change the formation, I'm Runan Yellow Turban, I'm not reckless and first-class, give me a change formation to meet the enemy!"

Zhou Cang, who was kicking Liu Pi, lowered his head and took a few steps back, danced the double-strand sword at his waist, and shouted loudly on the mountainside with Liu Bei's possible demeanor and luck.

Runan Yellow Turban, with great ambitions, was trained by Liu Pi's self-taught art of war every day, and the big leader was furious, and there was already a small colonel, shouting and running to the mountainside.

After a few moments, the low drum beat slowly sounded.

Liu Pibu, who was shot to the gray face by the five hundred cardinal battalion soldiers, heard the sound of drums, and rushed out of the array, the cloth-clothed short archers, like pikas, quickly retreated and retracted into the nest.

Thousands of Liu Pi tribes, holding huge bamboo and wood shields, rushed to the front of the array.

He Yi and Liu Shaobu have learned the same, and there are all sword players in the two-person trilogy, and they also stood up together with Liu Pi's trilogy, although the wooden shield is simple, thousands of yellow turban sword and shield hands, and the wall covered by the shield is general, and they barely stabilized their position.

On the mountainside, Liu Bi looked at the Yellow Turban army, stroked his beard with great satisfaction and smiled, for the Yellow Turban tribe of half farmers and half bandits, this kind of change of formation can already be regarded as something that can only be done by elite Yellow Turbans.

In Cao's army, the crossbowmen fired nearly ten rounds of crossbow arrows in a row, and even though they were well-trained, the rate of fire gradually slowed down.

Liu Pi thought that Cao Jun was intimidated by the Yellow Turban's might, and began to be timid, and was about to tell the junior colonel to beat the drum and march, but he saw from a distance that in Cao's camp, one hundred and ten horsemen, holding the super-long spears used by Xiliang foot soldiers, rushed straight towards Woniu Mountain from the infantry.

"Who is this? I fought with the official army in Hebei for several years, Huangpu Song, Lu Zhi's cavalry elite, and I have never seen anyone rushing into battle with a long bamboo pole! ”

"If he rushes like this, labor and management do not move, and he himself will fall off the horse!"

Among the three commanders of the Yellow Turban in Runan, He Yi, who came from the south of Hebei, had the most extensive knowledge, looked at Fang Guang's cavalry, a suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself.

Jingzhou, Yuzhou Prefecture has few herdsmen and horses, and the cavalry is far inferior to the northern soldiers, Liu Pi and Liu Shao have never seen the real cavalry rushing into battle, after listening to He Yi's words, they thought that Fang Guang was dizzy, and the two glanced at each other, and they both saw the relief in each other's eyes.

It's just a moment later, the two mud legs who are determined to prosper the Han Dynasty are no longer as calm as before!

The Xuanfeng battalion under the command of Guan Hai could not rush the military formation of Hebei veterans, and the Yellow Turban miscellaneous soldiers were like a dinner knife cutting into butter.

Fang Guang's new entry into the cavalry army, the first thing to practice is courage, unless he rushes to the predetermined position, he can't rein in his horse, he is only allowed to move forward.

However, more than 100 cavalrymen, when they were fifty paces away from the Yellow Turban Sword and Shield Hand, the strange Xiliang-style spears stood up at the same time in the sharp sound of bull horns.

The noon sun of Runan shone on the shiny iron spear tip, and Liu Bi's eyes narrowed.

He blocked his eyes with one hand, blinking his eyelids, at the foot of the mountain, the dull sound of collision, the sound of bone cracking from the war horse trampling the soldiers, and the screams of the yellow turban soldiers that were even more terrible than just now, all reached Liu Bi's ears.

There was no trembling fighting, only impact, and in an instant, the cavalry of the Xuanfeng battalion went deep into the fifty paces of the Yellow Turban Army formation, and where they passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"What is this? How can anyone fight like this? It's too barbaric, riding a horse like this and hitting people, why are they all your brothers, Cao Thief's tribe, and they don't move? ”

Liu Bi rubbed his eyes, his voice trembled, and he couldn't help but shout loudly, his last few words, pronounced sharply, just like a frightened woman.

"I must have read it wrong, this is a fake soldier, it's Fang Guang's demon method!"

People in the world, when they encounter things that subvert common sense, often comfort themselves with the words of gods and ghosts, and Liu Pi is also average.

The Yellow Turban Army is in the same vein, gathering almost all the evil sects in Kyushu, and it was originally a blind eye in the army, and Liu Pi almost shouted out, it was all an illusion, and it couldn't scare me!

Beside him, an inopportune male voice suddenly sounded.

"The big boss is not an illusion, you see, the gun of the officer and soldier is broken, and the head of the gun is not the head of the old Wu head!"

"And that, what kind of knife is this, he just lay on the horse, the two knives unfolded, and he has already killed dozens of our brothers!"

The Yellow Turban Army sentry with good eyesight spies the blind man, and I don't know when he came to the side of the big boss and the leader of the Yellow Turban in Yingchuan, and began to explain on the spot professionally.

Liu Pi settled down, and sure enough, the Cao army in the depths of the Yellow Turban Army, the generally strange spear was broken, and many people took out another short spear tied between the horses behind their backs.

Some of the cavalry guards took out their long, narrow knives, and opened them like birds, still rushing forward.

"Get out, I've got eyes, I can see for myself!"

Liu Pi kicked away the blind man in front of him, and wanted to touch the double-strand sword inserted in his waist, only to find that at some point, his two hands trembled, and he didn't even grab a few handfuls, but he didn't grasp the hilt of the double-strand sword.

Liu Bi's side, He Yi's face was gloomy, Liu Shao's face was full of fear, and the two saw that the cavalry of the Cao Army at the front had already broken through the depth of the Yellow Turban Army.

With Cao Jun's general Xia Houen, and two other generals like bears and tigers, they met under several huge cypress trees at the foot of the mountain.

The officers and soldiers rushed down, the formation was already scattered, and looking at the cavalry posture that turned the horse's head, it looked like they were about to rush back.

"Made, that's a bully! I drove the plough and drove the cattle in Yingchuan, and I didn't dare to be so profligate! ”

"Tell the little ones, I have taken a fancy to these official horses, don't put any of them back!"

On Liu Bi's side, Pei Yuanshao, who was beaten by Xu Chu, slowly recovered his courage, looking at the Cao army cavalry taking the lead, holding a spear, and his body muscles were not as good as his own, Pei Yuanshao's temper came back in an instant.

Mr. Runan Bodybuilder, shouting that the third brother would be defeated in seconds if he didn't have an upper body, and he was about to go down the mountain with a pirated snake spear, but he heard the sound of a bamboo whistle in the dense forest on the side of the mountain.

The brothers of the Yellow Turban Army come from all over the world, and in addition to the northerners, there are also many barbarians in the south of the Yangtze River.

Hearing the bamboo whistle, the Jiangnan Han barbarians, that is, the wild people who are not under the jurisdiction of the state and county, suddenly looked at each other, and everyone wondered in their hearts, this bamboo whistle is not the usual communication thing of the water thieves and mountain bandits, today, how can it be heard on the cow mountain?