And these three hundred red scarf troops are all young men from Zuojiazhuang. As long as the bandit army passes through Lianglang Mountain, they can attack Zhending County, Changshan Prefecture, and even spread to Zuojiazhuang. The yellow scarf bandits are notorious.
, every village they pass must be burned, killed, looted, and any small or large county town with weak troops will be attacked.
So Zuo Aoran chose this place as the first battlefield, which has a profound meaning. Zuo Aoran can't remember what the sentence said, let alone who the person was, but he only remembers that the sentence means:
"To defend a certain place or to conquer (liberate) a certain place, the soldiers recruited are best from local people, because they will sacrifice their lives to protect their homes and families, and fight against those enemies who dare to invade their homes and massacre their relatives.
Fight! Even if those people are just civilians, as long as some of these civilians take the lead and have sharp weapons in their hands, they will dare to fight these thieves to the end!" This is the mentality Zuo Aoran adopts now.
Zuo Aoran raised the spear in his right hand high and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Warriors of Zuojiazhuang! We are here at Lianglang Mountain, and behind us is another mountain pass of the mountain pass.
, the road leading to Deke is our home - Zuojiazhuang! Once the Yellow Turban thieves break through from us, it doesn't take many, as long as there are a few thousand people, they will bite our relatives like wolves and suck out their blood.
, their butcher knives will mercilessly chop on the heads of our relatives! What should we do now?"
"Fight to the end! Don't let a yellow turban thief pass by us!" Everyone raised their spears and their shouts echoed in the mountain stream.
"We are not national heroes, nor do we care about the honor and disgrace of the country, nor do we care about promotion and wealth. We care about our family members, relatives, villagers, brothers and sisters behind us. We want not to be baptized by the butcher knife of the Yellow Turban Thief.
Being trampled by the horseshoes of the Yellow Turban Thieves, not being... Even if we all die here, we will become heroes in the hearts of the villagers, brothers and sisters. This is an immortal honor and a pride that we will never forget! What?
There is a country first and then there is a family? The family and the country are not the same thing? How can there be a country without a family!"
Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang on the left side, as well as Zhu Ci and Liu Hu on the right side, raised their right hands to stab the spear at the same time, shouting: "Ao Ran's troops!"
"Huha!" All the Red Turban Warriors responded by raising the spears in their right hands.
Pinghan, the Yellow Turban thief Qu Shuai, clenched the steel gun in his hand and shouted sternly on his horse: "The vanguard must arrive at Zhending County before dark. It is better to meet up with the heavenly troops of the Great Xian at noon tomorrow. If there is any delay,
Those who are killed will be killed on the spot."
"Here!"
All the thieves will respond in unison and lead the army to accelerate.
When we were about to reach the pass of Lianglang Mountain, someone suddenly came to report that there were officers and soldiers blocking the way in front of Lianglang Mountain.
Han Ping was startled and thought to himself: "How come there are officers and soldiers stationed in Lianglang Mountain?" Then he asked: "How many people are there?"
"Qi Qushuai, there are only a few hundred people." A yellow scarf soldier said.
"Who is leading the army?" Ping Han asked.
"The flag on the Great Plains says it's the "Left" of the Red Turban Army...but we can't find out who the opponent's general is," the Yellow Turban bandit replied.
Zuo!? This is a rare surname. Han Ping was relieved. If the general's surname was Lu or Zong, Han Ping might be worried. Lu Zhi is the chief and Zong Yuan is the deputy.
, the two of them were the main force in annihilating the Yellow Turbans in Jizhou, and Huangfu was quite famous. The Pinghan people did not dare to take the people of the Huangfu family too lightly.
In his opinion, except for the above three families, no one is the opponent of their Yellow Turban Army. Presumably, this Han army is just an accident. Thinking of this, Ping Han said loudly: "Send my general's order to quickly pass through the two wolves." Mountain, these ignorant officers and soldiers actually want to block the car with their arms and quickly annihilate them."
"The leader is very knowledgeable!" said the yellow scarf soldier.
A yellow turban thief who seemed to be the leader couldn't help but stepped forward and flattered Ping Han and said: "The mantis is blocking the car. This is really a good thing."
When Ping Han heard this, he couldn't help but feel proud. This idiom was a phrase he had heard from the handsome man with long horns! It was so damn extraordinary to use it like this today.
He couldn't help but become even more arrogant in his heart. He waved his thieves and galloped towards Lianglang Mountain Pass.
The equipment of this official army is very strange. Everyone is dressed very strangely, with red scarves on their heads and large shields in their hands. They are lying across the mountain stream of Lianglang Mountain. There are ten people in the front row, with their feet raised. There are thirty rows, lined up inside the mountain pass.
The large plain flag is hunted in the wind, with a gold edge and a silver thread. It writes to the governor of Zhuo County and pardons the Red Turban Army. There is a big "left" in the middle.
Ping Han frowned. Although the opponent's equipment looked weird, he didn't feel scared.
After all, there are three thousand people on our side, and there are fellow Taoists not far behind who are following up to support us. We are saying that the opponent only has a few hundred people. With such a small force, do you want to block your forward army?
"Rush over and ignore them!" Ping Han ordered.
The yellow turban bandits immediately let out shrill and piercing howls, swarmed up and attacked Zuo Aoran's 300 red turban troops.
The three thousand Yellow Turban Army were like a tide, swarming towards the three hundred Red Turban Army. It was clear that they were swarming rather than rushing. This was the gap between farmers and well-trained soldiers. The Red Turban Army did not panic. Only the front row was visible. The men and horses shouted in unison and smashed the big shield to the ground. The edge of the shield was sharp and sank into the soil.
A row of solid shield walls suddenly appeared!
There are rows of sharp spikes standing on the surface of the large shield. If you hit it, you will not die but only breathe.
This is a heavy infantry shield designed by Zuo Aoran based on the principles of Spartan heavy armor. It cannot be used by those who are not strong. It is precisely because of this condition that the Red Turban Warriors have become the most difficult unit to choose. , not only requires good martial arts, but also requires physical fitness, strength, reaction, etc., which are also very important.
Each person is equipped with a special double-edged long knife made on Qipan Mountain. They are all five feet and two inches long, with two sides, extremely sharp. They weigh twenty-seven kilograms and five taels, and are extremely lethal. They are highly skilled in martial arts and have a strong physique. , cannot be used by people with sensitive reactions.
When the warriors of the last ten rows of the Red Scarf Army were still about 150 steps away, a hundred archers started three rounds of volleys, and then began to shoot at will.
"Quack~quack~quack"
"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~whoosh"
"Woo~"
Countless arrowheads flew through the air, and after they rubbed against the air, they produced a sharp and strange sound, like the cries of ghosts in hell~~
All are made of hard bows of about three stones. The arrows have been modified to have blood grooves and barbs, and their penetrating power is very powerful.
Of the Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed at the front, nearly three hundred of them fell in a pool of blood in an instant. Some of the Yellow Turban soldiers who were not dead let out heart-rending wails, and the Yellow Turban soldiers that followed came up from the wounded. As he stepped on them, the entire already irregular formation couldn't help but stagnate, creating some chaos, but it became quiet under Ping Han's shouts.
