"Report~~" At this moment, a detective named Lanqi came to report: "Reporting to the lord, a Yellow Turban bandit force of fifty thousand people was found ahead, and ten thousand of them surrounded Captain Zhang's men.
Okay, judging from Captain Zhang’s condition, it should be very difficult to support him.”
"Kill him!" Zhang Xu opened the mountain in his hand and roared.
"Wait a minute!" Zuo Aoran said.
"What? Second brother! Is it possible not to fight? My palms are so itchy that I can't beat you, second brother, but I, Lao Zhang, can guarantee that it will be absolutely effortless to fight these rebels!" Zhang Xu shook the gun in his hand.
Shanyue said with a big grin.
Zuo Aoran looked back at the soldiers and fell into deep thought on the horse. Zhang Xu was about to say something at the top of his lungs, but Ouyang Lie on the side pulled his sleeves and stopped his noise with his eyes. Zhang Xu said this
He didn't continue to ask for a fight at the top of his lungs, but stayed aside honestly.
After a while, Zuo Aoran raised his leg, took off the golden Zhuan Tilu gun, and said: "Lü Xiang and Lei Xu led two hundred infantry to escort the grain and grass carts and move forward slowly. The other six hundred people rushed with me.
Formation, rescue our brother Paoze!" After saying that, he shook the golden gun in his hand, urged Lai Qilin, the ink-carved rib under his crotch, to take the lead in exiting.
Zuo Aoran's idea is very simple, that is to use the 600 cavalry in his hand to dig through the 50,000 yellow bandits at once, and dig out a passage to Zuojiazhuang from the 50,000 yellow thieves.
Trend. Zuo Aoran trusted Yang Ming, because Zuo Aoran felt that Yang Ming would have such awareness of the battle situation, otherwise it would be impossible to train such soldiers. (Five hundred soldiers behind him) Zuo Aoran trusted Lu Xiang and Zhu Ci even more,
Liu Hu, Zhang Rong and others, because Cao Cao has no mediocre soldiers!
Lu Xiang originally wanted to charge into the battle together and did not want to take care of the grain cart. However, he changed his mind and gave up the idea because there was also Lei Xu left behind with him. This person was the newly surrendered leader of the yellow thieves.
If we have second thoughts and stab us in the back, we will be doomed, so Lu Xiang swallowed the words that were on his lips. Lei Xu glanced at Zuo Aoran with grateful eyes, feeling in his heart
Said: "This man values honor! Even when he is short of major generals, he still does not forget his promise to himself!" Invisibly, he respected Zuo Aoran even more.
Ouyang Lie, Zhang Xu, Wang Xiong, and Murong Ping followed closely behind. Ouyang Lie and Murong Ping were on the left, one was dancing with a spear, and the other was dancing with a gun. Zhang Xu and Wang Xiong were on the left, and the other was dancing with his hand to open the mountain.
One man waved two swords in his hands. The 600 infantrymen on horseback behind him waved their weapons wildly, and the aura of madness surged between heaven and earth.
The black line on the horizon becomes thicker and thicker, and the speed of creeping forward becomes faster and faster...
During the suffocating wait, the Yellow Turban Bandits felt that time and space had become long and eternal at this moment. There was faint thunder coming from the horizon, and the earth under their feet was also shaking gently, and the sound became louder and louder.
Getting closer.
The face of the Yellow Turban Qushuai changed, the faces of the Yellow Turban bosses changed, the faces of all the veterans of the Yellow Turban thieves also changed, and even the faces of the Yellow Turban recruits turned pale.
They realized that it was a cavalry, a huge and powerful cavalry!
It's close, it's finally close. When the Yellow Turban Qushuai, the big and small bosses, and the Yellow Turban thieves saw clearly the fierce flag fluttering in the wind, their hearts, which had become indifferent because of the repeated fierce battles, beat unsatisfactorily.
Because on that flag, the word "Left" for Douda was clearly embroidered.
…
Zuo Aoran captured Jin Zhuan's lance and galloped wildly. 600 infantrymen on horseback followed closely behind him. The huge cavalry formation seemed like a wave from hell, carrying the power of crushing everything.
The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, rolling towards the Yellow Turban bandit army in front.
The earth beneath my feet receded like a tide, and there was only the roar of thousands of strong horses knocking on the earth at the same time. The whole world was trembling and trembling. In the universe, I am the only one in the world! The fierce pride is there.
Zuo Aoran's chest was burning, burning his eyes.
"Kill!" Zuo Aoran roared.
"kill!"
The 600 soldiers responded with a roar, sounding like thunder and rushing forward like a rolling iron stream.
…
The army formation of the Yellow Turban Thieves began to stir, and the soldiers standing in the front row began to look around in horror, and the timid ones began to retreat. The Yellow Turban Qushuai rode his horse back and forth in front of the formation, shouting loudly, trying to control the decline, but his
The efforts were in vain, more and more people began to retreat, and fewer and fewer Yellow Turban soldiers were able to stay in their positions.
The Yellow Turban Qushuai sighed in despair. Yellow Turban thieves are Yellow Turban thieves. Even if they fight a hundred or ten thousand battles, they are still Yellow Turban thieves and will never become an official army! On the open plain, when the infantry encounters the cavalry,
, only by forming a dense formation of guns and fighting to the death can we have a chance of survival. Turning around and running away can only lead to self-destruction. Two legs can never be faster than four legs.
Under the strong pressure of Zuo Aoran's cavalry formation, the high morale of the Yellow Turban Army due to the continuous elimination of several small groups of officers and soldiers quickly faded. After successively killing several retreating soldiers to no avail, the Yellow Turban Qushuai finally gave up.
, turned around and joined the fleeing army.
The army was defeated like a mountain!
As soon as Zhang Rong saw bursts of dust and smoke in the distance, and saw the Yellow Turban Army surrounding him escaping, he immediately understood that it was reinforcements! Zhang Rong held the halberd in his palm and shouted: "It's my lord's reinforcements that have arrived."
, brothers, follow me and kill!"
"kill!"
More than 300 Zhang Rong's troops who survived responded with a roar, each with their swords in hand, followed behind Zhang Rong, and killed the fleeing Yellow Turban bandits.
After Zhang Rong led his troops out, a large hole was exposed in the already unstable circular formation. Zhu Ci raised the spear in his hand and shouted: "The Red Scarf Army takes over! The situation is unknown! Continue to hold the position! Defend!"
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The remaining two hundred and fifty Red Turban Army soldiers quickly took up their positions and formed an even weaker circular formation. From this point alone, it was obvious that Zhu Ci could only fight for
A general cannot lead an army alone in combat, and his personal adaptability is not strong.
Zuo Aoran took the lead, the big gun in his hand flying up and down, the blood mist covered with blood. He stabbed, stabbed, struck, attacked, entangled, circled, blocked, took, pounced, pointed, and dialed the equation vividly, leaving a trail of traces wherever he passed.
The dead bodies on the ground are really stuck to death, touching to death.
Zhang Rong led his troops to Zuo Aoran's approach. The two sides merged together and continued to chase the fleeing Yellow Turbans. At this moment, a group of Yellow Turbans suddenly appeared on Zuo Aoran's right wing.
, their clothes are different from other Yellow Turban soldiers, because they have leather armor on their bodies, they may be the elite of the Yellow Turban Army.
The leader was wielding a meteor hammer, and he was extremely brave in killing. Many soldiers had died at his hands. When Zhang Rong took a look, his eyes turned red. The soldiers who died at this man's hands were all trained by him.
Every time a soldier dies or is injured, it is like a stab in his heart.
Zhang Rong dismounted his horse, waved the big halberd in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Your grandpa Zhang Rong is here, why don't you get off the horse and die!" His momentum was like a tiger descending from a mountain, or a vicious wolf charging at its prey.
