"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~"

With Ye Zhao's order, the trumpet soldiers began to blow the trumpet of changing formations.

Ding Li and Fang Yue lined up the left and right sides. The formation of the Han army gradually changed under the pressure of the Yellow Turban Army, forming a cone. Ye Zhao led Dian Wei to rush to the front, Guan Hai changed his left hand to hold a knife, and rushed to the front line again. With Ye Zhao shouting loudly, Dian Wei and Ye Zhao exerted force at the same time, and were in the siege, tearing a hole open. Dian Wei followed again, Ye Zhao followed closely behind, the halberd and the long sword flew, forming an arrow, and the soldiers behind him began to charge.

"Kill~"

With Dian Wei's power, the Han army soldiers tore a crack in the Yellow Turban Army, and under the leadership of Ye Zhao, they roared and charged towards the direction of the Yellow Turban Army's commander flag.

"Hurry, stop them!" Zhao Hong, under the command of the commander, also discovered the changes in the Han army and hurriedly commanded the army to gather towards the central government.

"Puff~"

A Han army who was charging was cut off with all their legs, and blood flowed everywhere. They screamed and fell to the ground. In an instant, they were obscured by the Yellow Turban Army rushing up around them. Another Han army whose chest and abdomen were pierced by two spears roared and roared in despair. They waved their swords to cut off the head of a Yellow Turban Army. After taking several steps, they drooped their heads unwillingly and died of anger.

A yellow turban leader relied on his skillful sword technique and crashed into the Han army formation from the side. As the sword light flashed, a Han army rushing up was blown open by the opponent's blade. He saw that he could not survive. The yellow turban leader was about to kill other Han troops to expand the results, but saw that the Han army, who was blown away, saw that he could not survive. He twisted his face and escaped from his stomach, put it on the neck of the Yellow turban leader. With the shock and anger of the Yellow turban leader, he dragged him five steps and dragged him into the Han army formation.

Seeing this, the Han army around him was not polite at all and used all kinds of swords. The leader of the Yellow Turban, who was still good at martial arts, was chopped into minced meat without even humming.

The tragic scenes are constantly being staged. Whether it is Yueqi Camp or Liangguo County soldiers, they are all following Ye Zhao for a long time. Although they are used to fighting the best battles with Ye Zhao on weekdays, it does not mean that they cannot fight tough battles. However, although Ye Zhao has been diligent in training troops, he never wants more fearless sacrifices on the battlefield. Therefore, there are few such hard fights and are forced into a desperate situation. These soldiers who have become accustomed to Ye Zhao's invincible battles, even in such extreme unfavorable circumstances, firmly believe that Ye Zhao can lead them to victory.

Once people have faith, they will become terrible. The belief of this army is Ye Zhao. As long as Ye Zhao is still in their sight, they believe that they are invincible!

Guan Yu snatched a war horse from somewhere to chase him up. When he saw this scene, he was deeply shocked. It was hard to imagine that using weak troops to deal with enemy troops several times his own, he could actually make such a momentum. Looking at a lifeless Han army soldier who fought to kill the enemy without hesitation, for some reason, Guan Yu felt heavy in his heart, a little guilty, and a sense of unspeakable anger mixed in his heart. He didn't know what it felt, but at this moment... he wanted to kill someone!

The Qinglong Yanyue Sword was waiting for the remnant rainbow, and it was like a storm that broke out into the crowd and rushed to Ye Zhao. With a wave of the big sword, the Yellow Turban Army fell to the ground.

"General, the future is too late!" Guan Yu bowed to Ye Zhao on the back of the horse.

The long sword in Ye Zhao's hand slashed through the throats of three Yellow Turban thieves like lightning. The three Yellow Turban thieves were killed instantly. Ye Zhao glanced at Guan Yu, but did not see Liu Bei and Zhang Fei. He nodded silently. The bloody sword pointed to Zhao Hong's handsome flag and said, "Kill!"

Guan Yu bowed to the front with his tribute, relying on the power of the war horse, and the sword rolled red waves, opening a way for Ye Zhao to pick up blood.

Ye Zhao and Dian Wei followed up on foot. Under the leadership of Ding Li, Fang Yue and Guan Hai, the soldiers behind him rushed towards Zhao Hong with a rainbow of momentum.

Thousands of troops could not be blocked. The Han army led by Ye Zhao stabbed Zhao Hong's army like a sharp dagger and stabbed Zhao Hong's army hard at the most vulnerable place.

After all, Zhao Hong was not a determined person. Seeing that the enemy was as powerful as the enemy was approaching, his face became a little whiter, and his hands holding the reins were also a little whiter.

Two hundred steps...one hundred fifty steps...one hundred steps~

The number of Han army was decreasing, but neither morale nor footsteps had stopped for a moment.

Sixty steps!

This is already a dangerous distance. It is difficult for the Yellow Turban thieves who are swarming around to kill each other, especially Guan Yu, who is ahead of him, who is even more brave. He is less than fifty steps away from him.

Zhao Hong suddenly turned his horse's head, and he had already smelled the breath of death. Facing this crazy army, he suddenly lost his courage. He wanted to stay away from this Han army. Even though the Han army's troops were already very weak at this moment, they could not bring Zhao Hong any sense of security.

"Dian Wei!" Ye Zhao took off a strong bow from the back of an archer, pulled out a feather arrow, and took the rushing force and stepped on his legs, his body soared into the air, and he jumped more than six feet high.

When Dian Wei heard this, he looked back and saw Ye Zhao soaring into the air. He immediately understood it. He inserted his iron halberd into the ground with his right hand, and suddenly dragged Ye Zhao's right foot, and dragged it upwards with force.

Ye Zhao had already done his best. When Dian Wei dragged it, Ye Zhao exerted force with his right leg. With Dian Wei's strange power, he raised several feet higher. He was in the air and had already completed the action of bent his bow and arrow. He looked at Zhao Hong's direction and did not look closely, and shot an arrow.

"Swish~"

The sound of breaking through the air was heavy, and arrows passed through the air at an astonishing speed, leaving only a string of afterimages. Zhao Hong, who was running, heard the strong wind and bowed his head instinctively.

"Ding~"

The flying arrow cluster was nailed to Zhao Hong's tassel helmet. Zhao Hong felt a chill on his forehead. When he looked up, he saw an arrow cluster flying far away with his tassel helmet. His face was immediately pale and he rolled subconsciously and flipped off the horse's back.

Ye Zhao rushed to a hasty arrow and failed to achieve his full results. He was a little disappointed, but when he saw Zhao Hong rolling down from the horse, he felt happy. After landing, he roared sternly: "You are the coach who is dead, and you will not surrender at this time, when will you wait!"

Many Yellow Turban Army looked back subconsciously and saw Zhao Hong's war horse wandering alone. Zhao Hong was gone and his morale was suddenly panicked. Many people wanted to turn around and see what happened. Some people also saw the commander dead in battle. The Han army was not afraid of death and did not want to fight anymore. They wanted to leave. For a moment, the originally orderly Yellow Turban Army suddenly became in chaos.

At this moment, a wave of arrows suddenly shot from the flanks.

"Lord, reinforcements are here!" Ding Li shouted excitedly at Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao quickly looked back and saw hundreds of boats lined up on the river, and a famous soldier kept leaning towards the Yellow Turban Army on the river bank with arrows.

At the same time, the Yellow Turban Army in front was in chaos, and a fierce shout sounded from the front: "Sun Jian from Jiangdong is here, the bandit army will not surrender yet!"

On the river bank, Cao Cao's heroic voice came: "Huanming, are you safe?"

Ye Zhao gasped hard, grinned and said loudly: "I can't die! Thank you Brother Meng De for helping me!"

The remaining soldiers gathered around Ye Zhao. Zhao Hong's downfall caused a great chaos in the morale of the Yellow Turban Army. The arrival of Sun Jian and Cao Cao's reinforcements on the water and land became the last straw to crush the Yellow Turban Army. At this moment, these Yellow Turban Army were not at all interested in surrounding and killing Ye Zhao's troops. They fled in panic. At this time, it was no longer important whether Zhao Hong died or not. The defeat of the Yellow Turban Army had already been established. This first battle in Nanyang ended with the Han army's victory.

Ye Zhao picked up the sword thrown on the ground tiredly and did not continue to pursue the Yellow Turban Army.

"Lord, we won!" Guan Hai covered his shoulders and grinned.

"Yes, I won. This is the most cowardly battle I have won since I led the army!" Ye Zhao cut off the tail of the arrows on Guan Hai's shoulder with an arrow, looked at Guan Hai and said, "Can you still move?"

"My lord is too underestimating people." Guan Hai stood up and laughed.

"It's good if you're not dead!" Ye Zhao dragged a few corpses and sat directly on the corpse without shyness. He turned his head to look at Ding Li and said, "Go and count our army's combat injuries quickly. The injured soldiers quickly find the military Chinese medicine craftsman to treat them. Those who are not dead start to clean up the battlefield. Bury the corpses on the spot and burn them with fire. Don't expose the corpse in the wilderness, which is easy to cause plague."

"Last general Guan Yu, please see the general!" Guan Yu got off the horse, came to Ye Zhao's side, bowed and bowed.

"This time, General Guan can be considered the first merit." He and Dian Wei were both more powerful in the infantry battle. If Guan Yu had not worn a strong and held a sharp edge, he would not have been able to rush here.

"I dare not take credit for the last one." Guan shook his head and said.

"I don't plan to ask for merit for you, either." Ye Zhao sneered: "Do you know that if you and the three brothers were not greedy for merit and advance, our army would not have had to fight so fiercely. This fire was enough to burn, and Zhao Hong collapsed directly. Our army could have easily won, but I didn't plan to let others give this merit!"

Guan Yu was silent when he heard this. For the arrogant, it was difficult for him to admit his mistakes.

"Because of the rashness, not only did we exhaust our 300 soldiers who followed you, but we were even more tired of our army in a hard battle. You will inevitably be guilty!" Ye Zhao looked at Guan Yu and said, "But Yun Chang still has his loyalty. Come back to help me. Your two brothers escape at the battle and discuss their crimes..."

"This matter is all my fault, and it has nothing to do with my brother and third brother." Guan Yu snatched: "And the brother and third brother did not escape at the last minute, but went to General Huangfu to bring rescue soldiers."

"Rescue?" Ye Zhao said with a funny look when he heard this: "Chang Yun wouldn't think that these people were all reinforcements invited by Liu Bei for this general, right? It's so great that I might not even be invited even if I go to invite them!"

"Lord!" Ding Li walked up and bowed.

"How are the casualties?" Ye Zhao ignored Guan Yu and asked.

"The living are all here." Ding Li didn't say anything directly, looked around and whispered.

"All are there?" Ye Zhao stood up and looked around. There were only about 500 soldiers standing beside him now. Even though Ye Zhao was firm in his heart, he felt his heart twitching hard, and the joy of the life after the disaster quickly became cold.

The battle continued in the distance, but the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army had already been completed, and Ye Zhao didn't want to worry about it anymore.
Chapter completed!