The sky was already in a state of half-black and half-white, and the patrolmen outside the Yellow Turban barracks yawned, and they always looked up at the sky impatiently, hoping that the day would come early, so that they could change the guard in time and make up for a nap before the army went out to attack Licheng.

The more time comes to this, the slower time seems to go by as people wish.

The location of the Yellow Turban Army's garrison is in the north corner of Mount Tai, according to the arrangement of Qu Shuai Fuyun, part of the Yellow Turban camp is placed in the middle of the mountain, and the other Yellow Turban Army soldiers are stationed at the foot of the mountain in the east, west and south, guarding the main camp on the mountain.

The sky was half black and half white, and those yellow turban soldiers were still a little confused when they looked at the scenery in the distance, and in the darkness with some light, it seemed that there were countless devouring beasts lurking.

A yawning Yellow Turban sergeant seemed to see a figure shaking in the darkness in the distance, so he narrowed his eyes and looked closely.

But he was greeted by a sharp arrow! Or rather, a sharp arrow!

"Whoosh!"

A concentrated rain of arrows shot towards the gate of the Yellow Turban Battalion, and before the Yellow Turban soldiers on patrol could react, they were hit by arrows one after another, and one after another collapsed to the side.

"Woooooo

The sound of the horn shattered the silence and shook the yellow turban Qu Shuai Fuyun who was sleeping soundly on the mountain, and he got up from the bed in a daze, and looked around, his face a little dazed.

"What's going on?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly burst out of the tent shirtless, without any clothes.

Fuyun's camp was on the mountain, condescending, and he saw the situation under the mountain very clearly.

The three villages guarding him have all begun to catch fire at this moment, and the Yellow Turban soldiers in the three villages are all shouting loudly, either frightened or angry, accompanied by a terrible shouting of killing.

Although the sky was not completely bright, I was able to see some of the situation down the mountain through the light.

Fuyun vaguely saw that in the camp under the mountain, there were some very discordant figures, who were raiding back and forth in the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, and there was no doubt that those shadows were the Han army.

Those Han troops each relied on a phalanx, or a small team of five people, or a large team of ten people, in the chaotic Yellow Turban camp, harvesting the lives of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

The number of the Yellow Turban Army is large, but Fuyun and Yuancheng do not know how to train soldiers, nor do they know how to train soldiers, so although the Qingzhou Yellow Turban has gone through several major battles and has a certain tactical accumulation, compared with the regular soldiers of the Han Dynasty, it still belongs to the rabble.

The rabble has two characteristics, the first is that they rely on their numbers, once they confront the enemy head-on, as long as they can have an advantage, they will appear quite brave, and outsiders will not see that they are a rabble on the surface.

The second characteristic is that once they are in a headwind situation and are confused by the enemy's offensive, they will hurt themselves even more than the enemy army will hurt them.

This is the case with the Yellow Turban Army commanded by Fuyun and Yuancheng.

The more than 100,000 Yellow Turban Army under his command, just listening to the number of people, seems to be huge and powerful, but in fact, only a part of them can fight, and most of these people can't fight, on the contrary, they are just mixed in the Yellow Turban Army according to the situation, finding a way to live and eat for themselves, which is purely indiscriminate.

Especially those who are forty-five or sixteen years old, and those who are sixteen years old, are either too old to be useful, or too young to be ignorant, there are these people mixed in the team, let alone help kill the enemy, if they don't make trouble, the other Yellow Turban soldiers can go to burn high incense.

That's the case now.

The Yellow Turban Army, which was raided by the trapped camp, ran in all directions, and there were people with various goals, some wanted to run, and some wanted to fight desperately with the Han army...... Those who fled went backwards, trying to rush forward desperately, and their own people collided, and then expanded the base of these two waves of people, the scene can be imagined.

On the other hand, the trapped camps that have been trained by Gao Shun rely on each other, and each formation and each formation seem to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact, they all maintain a subtle distance and are linked.

In particular, the slogans of trapping the camp, which were shouted out from the mouths of these soldiers in the state, really boosted the spirit and suppressed the morale of the other side.

"The will to fall into battle, there is death and no life!"

This slogan is enough to describe the state and fighting spirit of the soldiers in the camp at this time.

You must know that although the trapping camp has just been organized and trained for a long time, none of the soldiers in it are recruits, they are all soldiers from Li Ji brought to Liu Jian's army from Bingzhou, not only when he was in Luoyang, he fought with the Xiliang army, but also fought with foreign races all the year round when he was in the border counties of Bingzhou, and he was extremely experienced in battle.

Now after Gao Shun's training, their combat power and tactics have once again moved to a higher level.

Gao Shun has already made up his mind, not only to let the name of the trapped camp deter the territory of the Han Dynasty, but also to make the three words of the trapped camp familiar, feared, and admired by people in the Western Regions and Northern Xinjiang, or further away!

"Woo woo~~!"

The sound of the horn sounded in the mountains, and the offensive of the elite soldiers of the trapped camp became more and more fierce!

The soldiers of the trap camp with shields and halberds slowly moved forward under the leadership of the commander and the team leaders, and they lined up in dense military formations for a while to gather, and then scattered, constantly changing tactics, and slowly pressed towards the depths of the Yellow Turban Army camp.

In the rear of the trapped camp, the flag is waving, and the sound of drums and trumpets is constantly sounding in the rear army of the trapped camp, urging the soldiers in the front to clash forward, and their goal is the back village of the Yellow Turban Army camp at the foot of the mountain.

There is the grain and grass of the Yellow Turban Army and their equipment...... Gao Shun knows this very well.

The Yellow Turbans did not have a stable rear, and their experience in arranging grain routes and weapons storage was very shallow, and basically important baggage could only be carried with the army.

This is also a big reason why they march slowly.

"Shoot the arrows!"

As the trapping camp entered range, a large number of feathered arrows also flew out of the Yellow Turban Army's rear village.

Although the soldiers trapped in the camp were protected by iron armor and iron shields, this rain of arrows still made more than 20 soldiers in the camp lose the ability to fight.

However, the few casualties did not discourage the soldiers of the trapped camp too much, and not only were they not frightened by the rain of arrows, but they were even advancing at a faster pace.

Because they know that the other party's baggage is getting closer and closer.

The two sides were getting closer and closer, and when the Yellow Turban Army guarding the grain and grass came in another wave of arrows, the shield array of the trapped camp in the front suddenly let go of the defense in the front.

In the formation of the Chinese army, the sound of bowstrings vibrating and the sound of arrows breaking through the air suddenly resounded.

Although the Yellow Turban Army in Houzhai still has a low wooden fence as protection, and has some geographical advantages, how can the quality of the archers trapped in the camp be compared with these ordinary Yellow Turban Army archers?

The bows held by the archers in the camp were all two-stone heavy bows specially made by Jizhou, and the arrows shot were also heavy feather arrows, which were not at all the light and fluttering soft bows in the hands of the Fuyun Yellow Turban Army, and the power was incomparable.

And with the baptism of this wave of arrow rain, behind the Yellow Turban Army's village, there were bursts of wailing.

"Ignition!"

With Gao Shun's shout, soon, another batch of rockets were sent by the trapped camp archers into the back village where the Yellow Turban Army was hoarding baggage.

The fire borrowed the wind, and soon, the flames of the grain in the back village began to amplify.

And the baggage and grain and grass were ignited, which had a greater impact on the morale of the Yellow Turban Army, and more soldiers began to show a state of panic, they did not know what to do at this moment, and no one could tell them what was right in this situation.

But the state of the trapped camp was very different from theirs, they were firmly stationed there, not allowing the Yellow Turbans who came to the rescue to cross the thunder pond, and let the fire grow bigger and bigger, until the entire back village where the grain was hoarded was set on fire.

Crying echoed through the sky, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who watched their rations being set on fire even began to cry bitterly.

Especially those who are older or younger in the Yellow Turban Army, they are the lowest in the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army, and they share the least food in the army on weekdays, but they do the heaviest work with coolies.

The lack of food and grass will not affect those strong Yellow Turban soldiers, and it will inevitably be these vulnerable groups who will be squeezed.

The more intense the fire, the more grain and grass were burned, and the more bleak their future survival in the army became.

The cry of pain seemed to move even the heavens and the earth.

Subsequently, Fuyun and Yuancheng, who led their troops down from the mountain, saw this situation from a distance, and they were so angry that they almost vomited blood.

The fighting style of these Han troops is really shameless!

If you want to fight, you will face it head-on, and you will have a good duel like a real man.

What kind of ability is it to burn other people's food!

Anyway, in the military aspects of encampment, such as using troops, the two marshals of Fuyun and Yuancheng are completely laymen.

Not to mention the art of war, even if it is a scroll of slips, they are afraid that they will not be able to recognize all the words, otherwise they will not be stupid to build their own camp on the mountain.

Yes, they are on the mountain, and the other Yellow Turban soldiers are below, and they can indeed form a defense against them, and no one will be able to touch them in the slightest.

But on the other hand, once the war is urgent, they cannot command the soldiers under the mountain to fight in the fastest time.

The battle between the commander and the soldiers was disjointed, and in the event of an emergency, the results could be imagined.

Until Gao Shun set the grain and grass of the Yellow Turban Army on fire, they were still running down the mountain with rolling and climbing, and they couldn't rush to the scene to maintain the situation at the first time.

Fuyun's face turned pale, the hand holding the knife shook back and forth, his eyes were blood-red, he stared at the situation under the mountain viciously, and roared in a heavy voice: "Kill them, kill them, and you can't let go of any of them!" I want them all dead! ”

Yuan Cheng's expression was also extremely distorted, although he didn't reply, but looking at his expression and state, what he thought in his heart was exactly the same as Fuyun.

It's just that these two Yellow Turban Qu Marshals didn't expect that the other party's battle rhythm was very well controlled, and before the elite they led arrived from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, they had already rushed out of Dazhai.

The Yellow Turban Army originally wanted to prevent the trapped camp from rushing out, but they didn't expect that the other party would have another elite soldier to come to meet them, and the combat power of this elite soldier also threw off the Yellow Turban Army several streets.

That was the Bai Yu soldiers led by Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan.

After the training of these two people, Bai Yubing has been expanding, and has now become Liu Jian's personal guard.

To be able to become the general of the Han Dynasty and the troops of the Jizhou Muqin Guard, its combat power can be imagined.

Especially the leading generals of this army, Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan, are also extremely brave.

Especially Zhao Yun, he took the lead, took the Bai Yu Army to meet Gao Shun, and attacked the rear of the Yellow Turban Army, almost missing the Yellow Turban Army's military formation.

If it weren't for Xia Houlan calling him to the side and letting him take it easy, Zhao Yun was afraid that he would directly lead his troops through the camp and rush to the top of Mount Tai.

Soon, the Bai Yu army responded to the trapped camp, welcomed them out of the wall, and retreated in the direction of Licheng.

After this battle, the Yellow Turban Army suffered heavy losses and suffered numerous casualties.

Looking at the messy camp, Fuyun and Yuancheng's faces turned white, and they didn't even make any stops in the camp at all, so they immediately organized the elite Yellow Turban Army and followed Zhao Yun and Gao Shun in pursuit.

The two Yellow Turban Qu Shuai made up their minds, and today they vowed to let each other pay for their blood debts, and this revenge will not be avenged, and they will not die!

(End of chapter)