The first row of Xiliang Iron Cavalry and the Yellow Turban bandits collided fiercely. The sharp spear easily pierced the body of the Yellow Turban thief, and then pierced into the body of the second row of Yellow Turban thieves. More Yellow Turban thieves were knocked away by the surging war horses, and they were already dead when they threw themselves backwards in the air.

The Yellow Turban thieves were immediately in chaos. They were frightened by the sudden blow and were at a loss. At this time, the subsequent Western Liang Iron Cavalry had already waved heavy slashing swords one after another. These well-trained cavalry combined into sharp arrows to rush forward, just like a sharp scalpel that cut the chaotic Yellow Turban thieves into countless messy pieces, and the bloody massacre began...

Zhou Cang waved his long sword hard and cut off a Xiliang cavalry. When he swung his sword toward the second Xiliang cavalry, the cold murderous intent came from the right front. Zhou Cang suddenly turned his head, and a cavalry wrapped in dark iron armor rushed towards him like a ghost. His cold eyes showed a suffocating murderous intent, and the sharp long sword was already hanging high in the air.

"kill!"

Zhou Cang was not afraid, and he slapped his horse and danced his sword to meet him. As the war horses intertwine, the two long swords knocked together without any tricks, making a deafening sound of gold and iron. Zhou Cang felt his chest suffocated, as if he was hit by a thousand pounds of hammer, his arms were sore and soft that he could no longer pinch the handle of the knife. With a sound, the long sword had already dropped dust.

The war horse continued to sprint forward with inertia, and Zhou Cang's eyes suddenly became clear, and it actually penetrated the enemy's cavalry formation.

"Don't leave the bandits, and I will take another knife to Hua Xiong!"

Zhou Cang turned around and saw a horse chasing him as if he was flying. Zhou Cang was so scared that he rushed to Wancheng. The main general was about to leave, and the Yellow Turban thieves immediately collapsed and fled all over the mountains and fields. Fortunately, this time, the Western Liang Iron Cavalry was abnormal and only chased for a while before he stopped the army.

Therefore, there were not many Yellow Turban thieves who were actually killed, but the Yellow Turban elite soldiers led by Zhou Cang were still finished. There were less than 500 people who returned to Wancheng to knock Zhang Mancheng down, and most of them scattered on the way to escape.

...

In Xi'e, the Zhang Mancheng army that Ma Yue was looking forward to did not appear. The melee between Zhao Hong Group and Liu Pi Group inevitably began. Nearly 100,000 people from the five parties started an extremely fierce battle because of greed and Yu Wang. The coalition of Zhao Hong and Han Zhong had an absolute advantage, and nearly 70,000 troops launched a wave of rapid offensives on Liu Pi, Gong Du and Sun Xia's 30,000 coalition of Liu Pi, Gong Du and Sun Xia.

Although the Liupi group was in charge of the camp, the simple camp could not stop the attack of the Zhao Hong group. Many camps and gates had been broken, and the two armies were close contact and fell into a melee, which was even more unfavorable to the Liupi group.

In the center of the camp, Liu Pi looked bleak and looked regretful. Gong Du and Sun Xia also had their expressions twitched. Even if they were regretful, they would become a difficult situation! Zhao Hong, who had the absolute advantage, would never show mercy. For a long time, Zhao Hong and Han Zhong tried every means to annex Liu Pi's troops. Today, they were just taking advantage of the situation.

Outside the camp, Zhao Hongyao pointed to Liu Pi's military camp, unable to hide his excitement, and said to Han Zhong beside him: "Brother Han, defeat Gongdu, Sun Xia, Liu Pi's thieves will be today, and after tomorrow, looking at the Nanyang area, there will be only two coalition forces of Zhang Shuai and you and me, haha..."

A glimmer of light flashed in Han Zhong's eyes, and he whispered: "From today, I'm afraid that Zhang Shuai will give in to Brother Zhao three points."

Zhao Hong smiled at the sky and looked gloomy. If he could successfully annex the troops of Gong Du and the other two, Zhao Hong would have the ability to challenge Zhang Mancheng. At that time, the two heroes were competing for the same time, and it is still unknown who was the lord of Nanyang.

Poor Zhao Hong has always regarded himself as a hero, but in his eyes, there is only a piece of land that is the size of Nanyang.

“Woooooooooooo…”

Zhao Hong's laughter was still there, and the long and long horn sounded suddenly from the north.

"What sound?" Zhao Hong's face changed and he said in a lost voice, "Is it the sound of a horn!"

Han Zhong listened for a moment, and his expression changed drastically: "No, it seems to be the horn of the official army!"

The two of them looked at each other in shock, and both saw fear in each other's eyes. The sudden appearance of the official army at this time was really desperate. At this time, their army was already entangled with Gong Du and the other's men. How easy was it to get out of here?

The long and long horn sounds were exhausted, and the passionate sound of war drums had already rushed to the night. Zhao Hong and Han Zhong looked to the north in horror. They saw dense tribe flags suddenly appearing behind the low horizon. A large flag was first embroidered with a large "Zhu" character embroidered on it. The tribe's swords, guns, swords and halberds stood solemnly like a forest, and soldiers were covered in black, with murderous intent coming towards them. The two armies were less than a thousand steps away.

"It's really an official army!"

"It's still Zhu Jun's army!"

"How did they touch it?"

"It's over, now it's all over!"

Zhao Hong and Han Zhong lamented at the same time, their hearts were already in chaos. At this time, the Yellow Turban thieves outside the military camp had already discovered the arrival of the official army and were retreating in panic, while the Yellow Turban thieves in the military camp were still fighting endlessly, not knowing that bad luck had arrived.

...

Zhu Jun turned around and saw the soldiers behind him standing solemnly like a forest, and his cold murderous intent almost freezes the world.

Zhu Jun pulled his sword high and raised it over the top, and the fierce drum sound stopped abruptly. All the soldiers held their feet in the sand, and thousands of cold eyes focused on Zhu Jun at the same time. There was no other sound in the world, only the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the bleak cold wind blowing the flags.

"The Han army is mighty!"

Zhu Jun raised his arms and shouted, and the passionate sound pierced the silent sky and clearly entered the eardrums of every soldier.

"The Han army is mighty!"

The Han soldiers raised their arms and shouted, the crowd was excited, and the huge sounds were like mountains and earth shattering, covering up all the sounds in the world.

"A real man will make achievements now!" Zhu Jun turned around and slashed his sword in his hand in the void. The thrilling voice resounded throughout the sky, "Kill!"

"kill!"

The Han army soldiers responded, fought bravely and launched a storm of attacks on the Yellow Turban thieves who had become chaotic.

On the left wing of the Han army, Sun Jian was covered in red armor, and his body was like burning flames. An ancient ingot knife in his hand weighed 63 kilograms. He waved like a brilliant ball of silver flowers, and he entered the Yellow Turban formation. All those who came were covered with dust! Behind Sun Jian, four tiger generals were swearing to death. Wherever the five cavalry passed, the Yellow Turban thieves suddenly split like waves, and no one could stop them for a moment.

On the right wing of the Han army, Liu Bei held a double-stranded sword in his chest, and his blood was completely boiling because of Zhu Jun's storm. He shouted to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei beside him: "Second brother, third brother, we are serving the court and making achievements. Kill me!"

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei followed each other, and 500 Youyan Rebels gathered in the scenery and roared forward.

...

The moment the officers and soldiers appeared, Ma Yue knew that the Yellow Turban was over!

Zhu Jun is worthy of being the last famous general of the Han Dynasty. He did not miss such a god-given opportunity. He led his army to kill when the two groups of Yellow Turban Fire was in the most intense time.

The 5,000 Northern Army under Zhu Jun's command is well-trained and well-equipped. He has just experienced the iron-blooded baptism of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban. Whether it is combat effectiveness or fighting will, it has unprecedented advances and has a qualitative leap. How can it be compared with the peasant army such as the Nanyang Yellow Turban?

If it were normal for a dozen times the advantage of military strength, it might be possible to create a miracle where ants would kill elephants. However, now, the two groups of Yellow Turbans that were fighting together were already in chaos and could not line up to meet the enemy. The official army was just a charge, and the Yellow Turbans were in chaos and soon turned into a major fugitive.

During the chaos, Ma Yue found Chen Gan and Chen Le and fled desperately with the two brothers.

The Han court was quite strict in handling the rebels. Once they were caught, they would beheaded without asking the reason. Therefore, Ma Yue never had the illusion of surrender. Apart from escaping, he could only escape, and even if he died in battle, he would never fall into the hands of the official army! Ma Yue was not afraid of death and did not lack courage, but he knew even more that a person's resistance could not change the overall situation at all.

Between the Yellow Turban soldiers fleeing in panic, Ma Yue deeply felt the helplessness and sorrow of the pawns. There were not a shortage of brave and fearless soldiers in the Yellow Turban Army. Many Yellow Turban thieves fought to the death, but their figures were soon swallowed by the iron stream of the official army. In front of the tiger-and-wolf-like official army, their resistance seemed so pale and so powerless.

If Liu Pi and others were not so idiot, if Zhao Hong and others were no longer short-sighted, the fate of the Yellow Turban Army might be different. However, this is just that if, it will never become a reality. The Yellow Turban Uprising was doomed to fail from the beginning because it lacked a powerful superstructure.
Chapter completed!