Murderous and passionate.

Even if the great virtuous teacher is so intelligent that he can even control the wind and rain, he can only agree to fight head-on when faced with the roaring generals under his command.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength!

Therefore, the opening angle is directly increased.

Demonic Awakening Skill: Crowds of people like the sea!

Skill description: All subordinates within sight will have their courage levels explode and automatically initiate a group charge, fighting to the death.

Go for it!

Let the Han army fall into the sea of ​​fanatical Yellow Turban believers!

At the core of the Han army's formation, General Lu Zhi is like a bright red and bright extra-large torch.

Thirty thousand yellow-headed moths, led by dozens of elite monsters of all sizes, swarmed toward the torch from all directions.

"Change!"

The 700 heavily armored infantry immediately changed into a circular defensive formation, surrounding Changshui, Shengsheng, Baggage Battalion and the general.

The yellow wave was approaching, and Lu Zhi pointed to the strongest group of moths.

"Tunqi, attack!"

In the age of cold weapons, almost no arms can stop heavy cavalry from charging into battle.

What's more, these rabble with incomplete armor are in front of us.

When facing an enemy battle, the cavalry officers and soldiers would not joke with their own lives and immediately launched a countercharge in accordance with military orders.

Just stay still. Once an attack occurs, the terror of the seven hundred heavy cavalry will gradually be revealed.

In front of the Han army is Zhang Liang's tribe, with more than 10,000 men, nearly half of whom are armored. They are the most powerful among the Yellow Turban Army. They are happily thinking about the scene of encircling and annihilating the Han army and capturing a huge sum.

Seeing hundreds of men on horseback charging towards me, no one took it seriously.

Tsk, who are you looking down on?

How awesome is riding a horse? One person will drown you all in one spitting breath!

However, the Yellow Turban Army rushing at the front soon heard bursts of muffled thunder, and the ground gradually shook under their feet.

Fifty steps later, ignoring the messy arrows flying from the opposite side, the armored troop captain raised his spear and gave the command to sprint.

"Shua!"

Guns are like forests, horses are like dragons, and power is like tigers. The dust and smoke raised turn into an extremely ferocious giant Godzilla.

What?

What!!!

This is really not Zhang Liang's fault. After all, he has never heard of "the realization of how painful it is." Otherwise, he would have realized what "when there is love, there is pain."

However, Zhang Liang is not stupid.

Without hesitation, General Zhang Liang, who saw that the situation was not going well, immediately fled, leaving behind the confused believers who continued to charge.

Immediately, a platoon of seventy cavalrymen collided head-on with tens of thousands of scattered Yellow Turban troops.

Crush, crush, crush in all directions!

Like a crusher, anything in the way is crushed to pieces, leaving no residue behind.

The uninformed Yellow Turban believers at the rear were still running excitedly, imagining the joy and passion of grabbing the spoils.

However, exclamations, cries, and screams came one after another, getting closer and closer.

Strange, what happened before?

Ah! What's going on

This golden believer had just half thought when he was trampled into a puddle of flesh and blood.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, seven hundred soldiers cut straight and smoothly through the beams of more than 10,000 people.

Only the Yellow Turban believers with shocked faces and broken hearts were left.

When the cavalry camp turned around, organized the queue, and fought back again.

The main force of the Quang Binh Yellow Turban Army collapsed instantly and fled in all directions.

One by one, groups of people, without exception, became the result of the Northern Army's cavalry.

In the face of the state's violence machine armed to the teeth, the assembled peasant army is really not enough.

Lu Zhi only had one heavy cavalry in hand, so there were still 20,000 Yellow Turban believers surrounding him from three directions: east, west, and south, and they were right in front of him.

"Move forward and attack."

The commander pointed to the rear, signaling the overriding battalion to ensure the safety of the rear.

The seven hundred Qingqi, who were full of confidence, immediately launched an attack on the Yellow Turban Army in the rear, slowing down their attack speed and reducing the pressure on their own formation.

A hundred steps later, densely packed yellow-headed moths rushed into range from three sides.

At the Changshui Camp in the middle of the Han army's main formation, the captain waved the flag accurately.

"Let it go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Seven Hundred Shooter released his fingers.

"Bang!"

Seven hundred feather arrows neatly separated from the bowstring and soared into the air at a 45-degree angle.

Then, the long arrows swooped down and plunged, with a shrill whistle, and plunged into the yellow waves all over the mountains and plains, causing hundreds of people to fall down.

"Bang!"

Second round.

"Bang!"

The third round.

Countless Yellow Turban believers fell down with arrows, wailing and suffering heavy casualties.

However, for the Yellow Turban Army, which has a large number of people, this loss is still within a reasonable range.

Therefore, he still rushed within fifty steps of the Han army's main formation.

In the inner circle of the Han army, the captain of the Shesheng camp also waved the flag immediately.

"Shoot!"

"Boom!"

Two hundred and thirty-three crossbowmen pull the trigger.

Two hundred and thirty-three short arrows were fired straight from the arrow trough. The crossbowmen in the front row quickly retreated to the rear to cock the arrow, and the crossbowmen in the second row automatically stepped forward to standby.

At the same time, the yellow-headed moths rushing at the forefront were directly targeted by the Han army's crossbowmen. They had no way to avoid it, and hundreds of them fell down in the blink of an eye.

"Shoot!"

"Boom!"

"Let it go!"

"Bang!"

"Shoot!"

"Boom!"

"Let it go!"

"Bang!"

Good training on weekdays leads to excellent response in battle, and also brings rich results visible to the naked eye.

The Yellow Turban believers who charged intensively fell down in rows under the rain of arrows and crossbows.

Blood flowed, dyeing the battlefield red, turning into biting cold, extinguishing the inner fanaticism of the believers who witnessed the tragedy.

Fear is contagious.

Escape is instinct.

However, they, who were at the innermost level, were crowded and pushed by their companions who had an absolute advantage at the rear, and they were forced to rush forward.

There is clearly an abyss ahead of us, and we clearly don’t want to get close, but we can only move forward helplessly and fall into it.

Life is so helpless.

Under the city, the heavy cavalry of the Han army were like hungry wolves, devouring the dizzy chickens one by one.

Ahead, the lives of the believers are like straw. They are knocked down one layer at a time, and then another layer is thrown down, and their blood is flowing everywhere.

In all directions, the wind and clouds sob.

The sky and the earth are all red.

At the top of Guangping City, the corners of the eyes of the great virtuous teacher seem to be crystal clear.

Isn’t it right to resist to overthrow the unfair world and destiny?

In order for all people in the world to have a better future, am I wrong?

The yellow-headed moths approached one after another, and finally came within ten steps.

"Keep!"

"Shua!"

Four hundred giant shields form a dark steel Great Wall.

The Great Wall is indestructible.

"Stab!"

The yellow-headed moth jumped in front of the shield and suddenly discovered that three hundred spears were steadily thrust out from the gap.

"Poof!"

The chests and abdomens of three hundred believers were all penetrated.

As the spear was drawn out, a bright red color appeared from the blood tank.

"Stab!"

Three hundred strands of bright red spurt again.

No matter how the believers hit, shake, or beat, the Great Wall is like a silent reef and the spear is like a cold-blooded snake, and it has not changed.

When the corpses stacked in front of the Han army's formation were about to be level with the shields.

When most Yellow Turban believers lose all optimism and illusions.

The commander-in-chief Lu Zhi, who had been left to the command of the captain, made a full counterattack gesture towards the ordering soldiers.

"Woooooo!"

The rapid sound of the trumpet sounded in the core of the Han army, under the city of Guangping, and throughout the entire battlefield.

The five captains waved the red flag frequently and ordered in unison: "Attack!"

"Kill! Kill kill kill!"

Three thousand five hundred Northern Army soldiers roared in unison, like thunder!

Four hundred heavy steps holding shields broke out instantly, pushing away the pile of corpses in front of them, and then they took up spears and rushed out with three hundred comrades, killing the frightened yellow-headed moth.

The loud horn sound is like a reminder.

The heavy infantry with black armor and black spears suddenly turned into a bloodthirsty beast.

Boom!

It's as if a string has reached its limit and broken.

There is no savior!

There is no divine body protection that is invincible!

There is no paradise where flowers bloom, where there is no disease or injury and eternal happiness!

Survival instinct has become the only obsession.

Collapse, total collapse.

The moth thief who chased, chased, and just ran away showed no resistance.

Not only the Changshui Camp Shengsheng Battalion joined in the pursuit, but even the transport workers picked up carrying poles and beat up the drowned dogs.

It would be best if these inhumane yellow-headed moths die.

As of the early morning of March 20, the five schools of the Northern Army were victorious, with over 10,000 soldiers killed.

Great victory.

Immediately, Guangping was successfully recovered, and Taiping Taoist leader Zhang Liang fled to Guangzong.

A double victory.

In this battle, thanks to the fact that everyone was equipped with a horse, more than 300 of the bodyguards of the general who took advantage of the situation were also demoted, including six thieves and chiefs.

After receiving the good news from the northern line, the court officials turned their worries into joy.

Emperor Liu Hong also had a smile on his face.

Without him, only the war on the southern front is unfavorable.

Huangfu Song Zhujun, who had 40,000 troops, was defeated!!!

To be precise, it was Zhu Jun, the right commander, who misjudged the enemy's situation, and his 20,000-strong army was tricked by the strange waves of the Yellow Turban elite.

The whole army collapsed, with no reckoning of casualties.

In order to save Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song had no choice but to retreat to Changshe and fell into the siege of Bocai's 100,000-strong army.

Therefore, Lu Zhi's brilliant victory was just right and saved the face of the emperor and the court.

Merits will be rewarded!

The emperor passed the decree and sent the angel Zuo Feng to the northern front to reward the three armies.

At this moment, Liu Bei, regardless of the emperor's reward, is quietly expanding his own strength.

Troubled times are coming, and whoever has a bigger fist will have the right to speak.

More than two hundred young Taiping Dao believers who were captured voluntarily took off their yellow turbans.

He was immediately incorporated into the General's Guards and became a good citizen of the Han Dynasty who actively assisted the Zhongyang Army in suppressing the rebellion.

For them, not only did they save their lives from the sword, but they could also become the emperor's personal soldiers. Life was just a show.

The guards' eating looks are not very good, so naturally there are gossips.

However, his mentor didn't say anything, so Liu Bei didn't care. Anyway, he wouldn't lose any weight by saying a few words.

What? The general has too many personal guards?

Tsk, how can we win the battle without more?
Chapter completed!