The east and west sides of the camp stretched for several miles. This was an excellent distance, enough for the cavalry to launch a charge.
At this time, the gate of the camp was damaged, the fence was pushed down, and there were gaps everywhere. More than 100,000 yellow scarves rushed in continuously, and there was a huge crowd. They were all crowded together, like a flood that broke through a dam and spread wantonly.
But the roaring thunder started at this moment. The faces of the Yellow Turbans on both sides changed in shock, and I saw a surging black wave in the distance, sweeping towards the Yellow Turban army formation with the momentum of crushing everything, and everyone was frightened.
The Yellow Turban thieves were horrified to find that even the ground beneath their feet was shaking...
"cavalry!"
There was a commotion in the Yellow Turban camp, with countless people shouting heartbreakingly, but the number of more than 100,000 troops was too much. Like a vast and boundless forest, one could not see the end at a glance. Only the two sides and the slightly closer Yellow Turbans could be seen.
In the central area further away, it was impossible to see the situation clearly, and there were still crowds of people trying to rush towards the official and military camps.
Dong Dong Dong Dong!
The manes of the galloping war horses were flying in the low wind, and the iron hoofs seemed to crack the earth. The cavalry in the first row, holding their long spears at an angle, were the first to rush into the Yellow Turban formation.
There was a bang.
The first row of cavalry and the Yellow Turban bandits collided fiercely. The sharp spears pierced the Yellow Turban thieves' bodies like cutting tofu, and then pierced the bodies of the second row of Yellow Turban thieves. More Yellow Turban thieves were killed.
The surging war horse was knocked into the air, and died when it fell backward in the air.
The Yellow Turban bandits were immediately thrown into chaos. They were knocked to pieces by this sudden blow and crowded towards the central area. There seemed to be two strong copper and iron walls on both sides, closing in on them, constantly squeezing the Yellow Turban Army's living space.
The people in front were killed, and the people behind were crowded. Before they could recover, the following cavalry were already coming one after another, wielding heavy sabers. These well-trained cavalry combined into sharp arrows.
The Yachu Formation was like a sharp scalpel cutting the chaotic Yellow Turban thieves into countless scattered pieces, and the bloody massacre began...
Guan Yu waved his long sword, as if a silver moon was passing through the void, and each sword took away more than one life. The 16-kilogram Qinglong Yanyue Sword was as light as a feather in his hand, and the armor he wore could not cover it.
His bulging arm muscles and strong back were like a god of death harvesting life.
After cutting down more than ten Yellow Turban soldiers in a row, a Yellow Turban general on horseback from afar came to kill them with his long sword, and in an instant he had killed two Vietnamese cavalrymen.
Ice-cold murderous intent flashed through Guan Yu's eyes, and he rode towards the man with his sword drawn.
Guan Hai faintly sensed the crisis and suddenly turned his head. A bearded general wrapped in pitch-black armor rushed toward him like a ghost. There was a suffocating murderous intention in his cold eyes, and a sharp long sword was already hanging high.
Half empty.
"kill!"
Guan Hai was unafraid. He clapped his horse and waved his sword to greet him. As the horses crossed each other, two long swords were knocked together without any tricks. There was a deafening sound of gold and iron that made people's teeth tremble.
Shiver.
With just one strike, Guan Hai felt a suffocation in his chest, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. His arms were so weak that he could no longer hold the handle of the knife tightly. With a clang, the long knife fell to the ground.
The war horse continued to sprint forward with its inertia, and it suddenly dawned on Guan Hai that it had actually penetrated the enemy's cavalry formation.
"Who are you?"
Guan Yu was slightly surprised. He used 100% of his strength with this strike, but he didn't kill the yellow scarf general with one strike. This showed that this man was extraordinary.
Guan Hai gasped, shocked in his heart. He was the bravest of all three armies, but his weapon was knocked away with just one strike. The red-faced bearded man was really terrifying. After hearing his question, he quickly took out a spare weapon from his horse.
He slashed his horse with his sword and shouted: "This is the Guanhai of Le'an!"
"One more fight!"
Guan Yu swung his sword casually, swept away the enemies around him, cleared a path, and then mounted his horse to kill Guan Hai.
Although Guan Hai was caught by Guan Yu's strength, he was still a brave man. He roared angrily, slapped his horse and waved his sword and continued to attack Guan Yu. He didn't expect Guan Yu to be so powerful just now, so he didn't use all his strength. Now that he knew the details, he didn't dare
Underestimating the enemy, the two fought fiercely together with 120% of their strength.
Here Guan Yu and Guan Hai are fighting, and over there Xu Rong and Wu Fu's cavalry are like crabs' pincers, fiercely rushing into the Yellow Turban torrent, cutting off the formations that are continuously rushing towards the camp, greatly alleviating the situation.
Pressure in the camp.
The more than 100,000 men and horses were too many, as vast as the sea. If there were no cavalry, all this force would flow into the camp. Even if they stepped on it with their feet, they would be able to flatten the army camp.
Eight thousand cavalry are enough to exert a powerful force in the sea of people. After all, they do not need to face so many people directly. If they attack from the flanks, the resistance they encounter from the front is not even 10,000 people. Soon the cavalry on both sides killed one
It was like a comb sifting through the head, plowing through the middle section of the Yellow Turban Soldier.
Although hundreds of unlucky people were knocked off their horses by random swords and guns, and were quickly trampled to death in the vast sea of people, the cavalry still played a huge role, because at this time, the panicked officers and soldiers in the camp had been calmed down by officers at all levels.
Live, organized and mobilized again.
"Brothers, it is natural for the army to kill thieves, but now that we have lost, the thieves have arrived at our door. They are now holding big knives and want to chop off our heads. Do you agree or not?"
"No!"
"Yes, there are many thieves, so if you run, you will die, and if you don't run, you will die. But our combat power is ten times or a hundred times stronger than the thieves. They are huddled in the city, and we can't fight them. Now that they have come out, what do you think we should do?
?”
"kill!"
Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers were reorganized. Middle and high-level generals at all levels, including Bao Hong, Prince Wu Lan, Liu Bei, etc., boosted morale, and the officers and soldiers began to regain their combat effectiveness.
At this time, tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans rushed into the camp, but Dian Wei led thousands of soldiers to stop them like the mainstay.
But even though Dian Wei's foot combat ability was even better than Zhang Fei's, he still felt insignificant in the sea of people.
No matter how brave a brave general is, fighting one against five, against ten, or even against twenty is already the limit. It is impossible to fight against one against a hundred, against a thousand, or against ten thousand. No matter how abnormal the physical strength is, it will always be impossible.
When it's time to run out.
Fortunately, the terrain at the entrance of the camp was not very wide, and the Yellow Turban soldiers did not have long-range weapons. Only a dozen of them could attack at close range at a time. Otherwise, Dian Wei would not be panting from exhaustion, but would have been stabbed to death by a sneak attack.
However, the number of comrades around him decreased one by one, and there were only more than a thousand people left in the team of thousands. There were corpses everywhere, and the blood was so thick that it seemed like it would stick to the ground when you stepped on it.
The Yellow Turbans surrounded them. Dian Wei, Hu Zhi, Hu Yong and others were breathing heavily. The blades were full of cuts and blood, and they no longer had much strength to swing them.
"Chief Dianqu, it seems we are going to die here today."
Hu Zhi was nearly forty years old, and his strength was much weaker than that of young people. His legs were shaking, but he was not afraid. Ever since he followed Liu Sima and received his favor, his life had long been his.
I hope my eldest son and second son can survive.
Dian Wei was still young and didn't want to die. He said with a little regret: "If I had known that fighting would be so difficult, I wouldn't have joined the army. All the officials have run away, and now we are the only ones left to die."
He had only joined Liu Bei's team for less than a month, and his relationship with Liu Bei was not close. Seeing Liu Bei, Dong Zhuo and other officials evacuate, he felt a trace of resentment in his heart.
Hu Zhi frowned and said: "Liu Sima is not that kind of person, he will not leave us alone."
"snort."
Dian Wei snorted and stopped talking.
The enemies around him were pressing closer, and Hu Zhi grinned: "Okay, don't be angry, Chief Dianqu, save your strength and kill two more enemies. When you are buried in the mountains, we have so many brothers to keep you company.
Brothers, do you think so?"
"yes!"
"Hahaha, my life was given to me by Liu Sima. I have long wanted to return it to him. It doesn't matter if I die, Sima will avenge us."
"Yes, we went to the fields, and there were many brothers for company, so we were not alone!"
There are more than a thousand people left with great ambitions. Some of them followed Liu Bei from Youzhou, some were Luo Shi thieves, some were captured elsewhere and were incorporated into the army, and some were young men who were taken in by Liu Bei when he was clearing out the small yellow turban groups in various places.
He was willing to give his life to him a long time ago. It doesn't matter if he dies early or later. It's just one life.
Dian Wei was said to be a little ashamed. As a man, since he joined the army, he had to not be afraid of death. What should he do with so many messy thoughts? Besides, Liu Bei was indeed injured, and Guan Yu was still fighting a bloody battle outside. He was besieged to death.
So what, there is no one who doesn’t sacrifice on the battlefield?
Thinking of this, Dian Wei laughed boldly and said: "I shouldn't think about it. What the brothers said is that there is no such thing today, the only dead ear!"
"kill!"
Instead of retreating, everyone advanced and actually launched an attack on an enemy that was several times their size.
But after all, there was a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, and soon the people around him fell one by one, and the number of people became less and less, from more than a thousand to only a few hundred.
"kill!"
At this moment, a murderous cry soared into the sky.
A bare-chested, bandaged man was riding on a horse, raising his two swords high and shouting angrily: "Yellow turban thief, don't hurt my brother!"
Behind him, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers regrouped and charged towards the entrance of the camp.
Zhang Fei was also covered in bandages. In ancient times, there was no word for bandage, but military doctors would apply medicine with linen or fine cloth and then bandage the wounds, so Zhang Fei looked like a mummy.
He stormed the city wall a few days ago, but was outnumbered and suffered several wounds on his body, which he has not yet recovered from.
However, when I heard that Dian Wei was surrounded, even though my whole body was in pain, I got on my horse to save him!
"Zhuojun Zhang Yide is here, who dares to hurt my brother!"
Although Zhang Fei was injured, his voice was still terrifying, like a thunderous sound. He charged into the battle alone and overturned four or five people in an instant.
"Liu Sima and Zhang Sima are here to save us."
"I knew Liu Sima would not abandon us and run away."
"Brothers, kill!"
The remaining soldiers were refreshed and mustered up the courage to continue fighting.
Dian Wei looked at the two wounded men in surprise, and in order to save them, he charged forward without fear of death.
No wonder Liu Bei's troops are so powerful. With such a commander who cares about his soldiers, how could the soldiers not fight with their lives?