In front of the Tiger Prison Pass, the armies of both sides converged, ready to strike a decisive blow at any time.

After resting for three days, the Han army walked out of the Tiger Prison Pass one after another and began to arrange troops to prepare for a decisive battle.

The dangers of mountains and rivers can be relied on, but they cannot be relied on.

The infantry was in front, the cavalry was behind, and the various arms were mixed, and the 300,000 Han troops were reduced to small squares, like chess pieces, neatly arranged.

The earth is a chessboard, the armies are chess pieces, each part is a piece, each division and brigade is a chess piece.

The armies clashed as if they were playing Go.

When the chess pieces fall, there is no regret about the fall, and there is no possibility of moving. Therefore, there should be more reserves to make up for the lack of front, and whoever runs out of chess pieces first may lose.

In the vast army, Liu Xiu led 3,000 troops and stood in the northwest corner of the front; Cao Cao led the 5,000 troops and stood at the other corner of the front.

The Yellow Turban Army on the opposite side is also lining up in formation, preparing to attack.

The Han army was 300,000 troops, and the Yellow Turban army was 400,000 troops.

The two sides are in a large array, separated by ten miles, and it only takes a moment for them to clash together.

The army moved slowly, getting closer, getting closer and closer, and was about to rush together.

In such a large corps operation, the so-called strategies, calculations, and art of war are all unimportant, and as long as there are no mistakes, they are the greatest art of war, the most powerful art of war.

Command 300 elites, as can be made by the arm; Command an army of 3,000 and be at ease; can command an army of 30,000 people, and mistakes may be constant; It can command an army of 300,000 people, and it may be a mess.

On the battlefield, the more troops there are, the more inflexible and erroneous they are. A small mistake may trigger the collapse of the whole army.

To become a famous general, you need to win by surprise, be proficient in the art of war, be brave and good at fighting, etc.; To become a marshal, you only need to make fewer mistakes, and making fewer mistakes is the greatest wisdom.

The army was advancing, and gradually the two sides were getting closer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The army stopped, and both sides looked at it coldly, and they were about to rush out.

"The traitor Zhang Jiao, for his own selfishness, bewitched millions of people to rebel, affecting the land of seven states, the war continued, and thousands of miles of fertile land were reduced to nothing, you are guilty!" Emperor Han Ling, wearing battle armor, stepped forward and asked, like a mighty god of war.

"The sky is unfair, the family is born into a family, and the people are born to be the people! The people are like fish and meat, bullied by the family; The people are like pigs and dogs, oppressed by the family. The world is filthy, endless sin, and it needs blood to cleanse it! ”

Zhang Jiao said indifferently: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious!" Today, 300,000 Han troops have perished here; One month later, set foot in Luoyang; Three months later, Chang'an was captured. A year later, all the families were killed, and all the fields were placed! ”

"Rebel Zhang Jiao, you are going against the sky!" Emperor Han Ling said.

"What about the sky, if the sky stands in my way, I will go against the sky; If God stands in my way, I will slaughter God. I want heaven and earth, as I please! Zhang Jiao said proudly.

"Dog thief, die!"

Emperor Han Ling roared angrily.

Urged the horse back to the large formation, and then handed over the command to a veteran general. Sitting in the rear, it boosts the morale of the whole army.

Kill, kill, kill!

The arrogant soldiers of the Han army roared and rushed towards the enemy.

Kill, kill, kill!

The Yellow Turban soldiers roared and charged at the enemy.

The two sides fought and strangled together, like two giant pythons, constantly entwined together, tearing apart the enemy. The battle began with a curved line, but as the battle continued, the situation changed rapidly.

There was a Han army that kept rushing and killing, chiseling through the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, and constantly going deeper, and the formation was crumbling and about to collapse. At this time, a reserve team stepped forward to make up for the missing corners, resisting the deep Han army, and at the same time constantly strangled.

Similarly, there was a Yellow Turban Army that penetrated into the formation of the Han army, constantly chiseling and wearing, and then the Han army reserve appeared to make up for the gap.

The complete curve, constantly twisted, broken, you by me, I with you, constantly entangled, constantly bitten together.

Caught in the big array, Liu Xiu kept rushing and killing, moving forward, forward.

Boom Boom!

Liu Xiu continued to attack, and gradually went deeper into the enemy camp.

There was a shout from the front, and a Yellow Turban Army general, with a long knife flashing, slashed at Liu Xiu.

When!

Spears and broadswords clash together.

With the interruption of drinking, Liu Xiu's spear flickered, and the phantom kept changing, like a peacock opening the screen, conjuring up nine spear heads and assassinating them. The Yellow Turban Army general fought back, but it was cold on his neck, and then he fell off his horse.

After killing the enemy with one shot, Liu Xiuzong immediately stepped forward, and immediately a general stopped him.

After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, the enemy was killed, but the speed also decreased, and the cavalry relied on speed, and when the speed was lost, the combat effectiveness of the cavalry also dropped significantly.

Kill, kill, kill!

The battle became brutal. In the end, the horse was dead, and he could only fight on foot; The spear broke, so he could only pick up the long knife on the ground and slash it.

Kill, kill, kill!

Killing and advancing, comrades died at every step forward, as well as Yellow Turban soldiers.

On the battlefield, Liu Xiu is not the strongest in strength, but the most balanced. Nourish qigong, so that he has strong vitality, fast blood return, and strong staying power; The Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Jar and the Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt make him strong in defense and resist all kinds of damage; The Yi Jin Sutra quenches the bone marrow and makes him react faster; The Son of Heaven can perceive the enemy's flaws and kill the enemy with the least amount of strength.

On the battlefield, he is not the strongest in combat, but he has the strongest survivability.

Keep advancing, keep fighting, but gradually get a little tired, the strength is falling, the speed is falling, and there is a vague can't support it. The Yellow Turban Army on the opposite side could not hold on, and the morale of the army fell, and it seemed that it was about to collapse.

"Zhang Jiao, go die!"

Emperor Han Ling shouted, urging the Red Emperor Fire Emperor Qi, and the flames all over his body were rising, turning into a ten-zhang long red dragon, surrounding him.

Eight transcendent martial artists, eight transcendent warlocks, united, and smashed the true qi and spells into the body of Emperor Han Ling, and the flame divine dragon was condensing, constantly expanding, turning into eighteen zhang long, and the scales on it became clearer and clearer.

Roar, roar, roar!

The Flame Dragon roared, slaughtering Zhang Jiao.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. Yellow Sky Wuji! ”

Zhang Jiao sneered, the clothes on his body shook, and the yellow true qi burst out, condensed in the void, and turned into a yellow Xuanwu, with a turtle head and snake tail, entangled with each other, and slaughtered.

Boom Boom!

The void resounded, and the divine dragon and Xuanwu competed, colliding and tearing.

This is the confrontation between the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army, and it is also the confrontation between the Red Emperor and the Yellow Emperor.

Boom Boom!

Constantly colliding, after ten exchanges, the dragon wailed and collapsed. Xuanwu continued to move forward, attacking, unstoppable.

Boom Boom!

Countless soldiers flew out upside down, vomiting blood, and Emperor Han Ling also fell to the ground, vomiting blood in his mouth. As for the sixteen transcendent martial artists, in order to resist the impact of Xuanwu, they have already perished.

At this time, Xuanwu seemed to run out of strength and disappeared.

Ha ha!

Zhang Jiao laughed: "Emperor Han Ling, today is your death date!" ”

Zhang Jiao stepped out and attacked Emperor Han Ling, wanting to kill Emperor Han and take away his luck.

"Hugh hurts Your Majesty!"

"Hugh hurts Your Majesty!"

Countless loyal ministers were able to resist and block Zhang Jiao's progress. The Han Dynasty has been raising soldiers for 400 years, and there are countless people who are loyal to the monarch and serve the country!