The Xiliang Cavalry Formation, which swept like a tide, hit the Yellow Turban Formation with powerful inertia, and suddenly burst into bright waves. The human body was thrown away, the war horses cried out in a tragic sound, the cold light of weapons confused the dark sky, and the red blood dyed the cold beach red. At this moment, life was inferior and even wild dogs were not as good as it was.

"when!"

Ma Yue slashed the spear with one force and finally blocked the thunderous thorn of the galloping Xiliang cavalry. Between the two horses, Ma Yue's cold steel knife flew lightly from the neck of the Xiliang cavalry, blood splattered, and the head flew. A torn pain came from his left shoulder. Ma Yue immediately felt that the left half of his body was already numb, and the forceful blow actually cracked the sword wound that had not yet been completely healed.

He killed the Xiliang cavalry with one sword. Before Ma Yue could breathe, another Xiliang cavalry roared and slashed the heavy sword across, slashing directly into Ma Yue's throat.

"Clang!"

Ma Yue's steel knife and Xiliang cavalry's horse-killing saber once again fought to the death without any tricks. The Xiliang cavalry's horse-killing saberage was swept away, and Ma Yue was also knocked down by a huge recoil force. In any case, this was the first time Ma Yue rode a horse in his life. Under such a violent impact, he could no longer hold the horse's belly with his legs.

In that era, horse stirrups did not appear at all, and cavalry could only rely on their legs to clamp the horse's belly.

Ma Yue turned over and fell down. Another cavalry of Xiliang galloped over. The huge horse's hooves had already stepped on him hard. Ma Yue howled and jumped forward with a strong leap forward, barely avoiding this fatal step. The huge horse's hooves were only a short distance from his body. If his movements were a little slower, he would probably have been stepped on his chest with a bowl-sized blood hole.

Ma Yue turned over and got up, and suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't see even a Xiliang cavalry, only the rising yellow dust in the sky, covering the powerless setting sun. Looking back, the Yellow Turban thieves behind him was churning, and the sound of killing was shocking. The fierce Xiliang Iron Cavalry broke into the nest where hundreds of millions of marching ants gathered, and was already submerged in the ocean of the Yellow Turban...

The fierce Western Liang Iron Cavalry showed amazing lethality. A large number of Yellow Turban Thieves were penetrated by sharp spears, cut into two pieces by fast sabers, and their heads were broken by the running iron hooves. The blood they had shed dyed the entire White Dragon Beach red, but the Western Liang Iron Cavalry never failed to destroy the Yellow Turban Thieves' military formation because the Yellow Turban Thieves' formation was too dense.

Countless Yellow Turban thieves fell to the ground and died, but more Yellow Turban thieves rushed up, not howling, not how brave they were, not that they ignored the fear of death, but because they had no way out and died, so why not fight the death with the official army? At this moment, they were no longer farmers who picked up weapons, but desperate people who still fought with beasts.

The bleak cold wind was getting faster and faster. The setting sun had already been covered by dark clouds. At some point, cold snowflakes floated again in the sky, and the earth was drizzled.

When the official army standing in the north was about to solidify into a thousand-year-old statue, the churning Bailong Beach finally subsided. Although the fierce Western Liang Iron Cavalry brought dozens of times the killing to the Yellow Turban thieves, they themselves were eventually bitten by the endless Yellow Turban thieves like ants.

Under the protection of Xiliang Xiao, Dong Zhuo broke out from the ant colony with a bloody path and withdrew from the battlefield in a dusty state. Only less than 500 cavalry could still follow him, and most of them were trapped and seriously injured.

...

On the White Dragon Beach, the Yellow Turban Thief Formation.

Ma Yue wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath of air conditioning, and raised his arms and whistled again: "Ao~~"

"Ao~~~~"

Thousands of Yellow Turban thieves responded wildly and cried. This time, the number of Yellow Turban thieves who were able to get up from the dead was reduced by nearly half. However, the surviving people had become different from before. The murderous intent in their eyes became stronger. The iron-like facts were placed in front of them. As long as they dared to fight their lives, the Han official army was not undefeated!

Ma Yue stood proudly in front of the formation with a sword pillar. His inexplicable aura rolled in his chest and chest. The morale of the official army was already draining, and the morale of the Yellow Turban was in full swing. If Zhu Jun chose to fight at this time, even if he could win in the end, he would be afraid that the 5,000 elite Northern Army under his command would be left.

He was the last famous general of the Han Dynasty. Will he choose to die with the Yellow Turban Thief?

...

After breathing a long sigh, Zhu Jun's expression calmed down, and he looked around and said, "Huh, I can turn the tide with my personal strength and control the outcome of a battle. It's amazing! Everyone, remember this person. If this person is not eliminated, one day it will become a major concern for my Han court."

Dong Zhuo's expression was full of annoyance, and his eyes showed a light of both jealousy and hatred. Sun Jian and Liu Bei also showed a strange look at the majestic figure in front of the enemy formation in the distance. It was extremely difficult for Zhu Jun to be a enemy bandit to be evaluated like this.

Zhu Jun looked at Bailongtan with great reluctance and said in a deep voice: "The momentum of the bandits is already full and it is too late. It is not advisable to fight again today. I will send an order... to withdraw the troops!"

"Woooo~~"

Amid the sound of the horns, the official army began to retreat slowly. When the cherry-red tassels disappeared on the horizon, Ma Yue could no longer hold on, and his legs were soft and he knelt down on the dust. Huge glory echoed in his heart. What is a life of nine death? This is a life of nine death!

He survived without dying under the bow and arrow of the official army, nor under the iron hooves of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry!

Pei Yuanshao rushed over like a wolf to give Ma Yue a bear hug. Unexpectedly, he fell on the air and then fell in front of Ma Yue like a dog. The steel-like man couldn't help crying with joy and shouted: "The government army has retreated! His grandma's government army has retreated, we have won, we have won!"

"We won!"

"Win!"

First, hundreds of Yellow Turban thieves cheered, and then more and more Yellow Turban thieves joined in the cheers. In the end, all the Yellow Turban thieves began to cheer on the entire White Dragon Beach. The great joy of rebirth after the disaster made these farmers cry and hug each other and cheer with joy.

Among the chaotic Yellow Turban Thief, Liu Pi looked complicated and said to Du Yuan beside him: "Boqi is worthy of being a descendant of the famous clan, and he has the legacy of Ma Fubo."

A faint light flashed in Du Yuan's eyes, and he said coldly: "After this battle, Ma Boqi's reputation in the army will probably surpass you. In time, I am afraid that the soldiers of the three armies will only obey Ma Yue's orders, but will not obey the command of the commander."

Liu Pi's expression was gloomy, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes looking at Ma Yue became more and more complicated.

...

In the battle between Xi'e and Bailongtan, the Yellow Turban thieves Zhao Hong and Liu Pi suffered heavy casualties. At the beginning of the internal strife, the two armies had nearly 100,000 people. But when they came to Wancheng to join Zhang Mancheng, the total number of people was less than 30,000. Among them, some escaped, some were killed, some surrendered and beheaded by the official army, some died in internal strife, and more died in fierce battles in Bailongtan. Dong Zhuo's Western Liang Iron Cavalry alone caused at least 10,000 casualties to the Yellow Turban thieves.

On the other hand, in the official army, except for Dong Zhuo's Western Liang cavalry, there were almost no casualties in other units.

...

The night was dark, and the lights were brightly lit in the prefect of Wancheng. Zhang Mancheng, the leader of the Yellow Turbans in Nanyang, was holding a banquet to entertain leaders from all walks of life, both to celebrate the revenge of the official army and to reconcile the Zhao Hong and Liu Pi families. At this moment, the banquet was already peaceful and full of flowers, but secretly they were still intrigue and the tide was surging.

When people heard about Ma Yue’s brave performance in Bailongtan, Zhang Mancheng was moved and said excitedly: “I don’t expect there is such a hero in my Nanyang Yellow Turban Army. Come and see me quickly!”

Liu Pi rose from the seat and bowed to Zhang Mancheng and said, "Grandmaster General, please call me here."

...

In the south of Wancheng City, Liu Bi's military camp and Ma Yue were packing his luggage.

In the battle of Bailongtan, he turned the tide with his own strength and changed the outcome of the entire battle. He not only saved Liu Pi's life, but also saved almost the entire Nanyang Yellow Turban! Now, he no longer owe Liu Pi favors, and finally left with a clear conscience. It is indeed time to leave. With Liu Pi's candid, he can only perish with the Yellow Turban thieves.

If you want to survive in the chaotic times of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, you'd better not have too much to do with the Yellow Turban Thief. This is an era of landlords and powerful families and families. There is no way to survive as a thief! The best choice is of course to be a powerful warlord like Cao Cao. If you don't help, you have to find a very powerful warlord to rely on.

So, when the opportunity to separate from the Yellow Turban was placed in front of Ma Yue, he chose to leave without hesitation!

"Brother, are we really going to leave?" Chen Da looked at Ma Yue in confusion, "What should Sister Yan do? Don't you take her away?"

Although Chen Gan was underage, he already knew the affinity between Liu Yan and Ma Yue.

"That's not what you should care about. Take your brother well and don't get lost on the road!"

Ma Yue's eyes were cold. He was not the King of Western Chu, so he was not qualified to have a love relationship with his children! What's more, he couldn't talk about any feelings for Liu Yan. Now the only thing he cares about is to quickly leave Liu Pi's military camp, separate all his relationship with the Yellow Turban thieves, and then find a safe place to settle the Chen Gan brothers and complete Chen Xu's last order.
Chapter completed!