The Julu Yellow Turban Army is indeed the elite army of Taiping Road Headquarters.

After the avalanche of morale, the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers did not collapse directly. Instead, they remained tenacious and fought bloody battles with the 1,340,000 Tiger Army soldiers for more than half an hour before they finally collapsed.

The military formation that had been twisted into a rope collapsed and turned into a huge sea of ​​people, running across the mountains and plains in all directions.

Hundreds of thousands of Tiger and Guard troops were divided into four groups.

Chen Sheng commanded the officers and soldiers of the Huben Army who had rushed to Julu from Handan and stayed behind to guard Julu's main formation.

Li Xin, Chen Dao, and Guan Ying's soldiers were divided into three groups and attacked from three sides. Like a shepherd's dog rounding up sheep, they rounded up and massacred the hundreds of thousands of giant deer and yellow turban soldiers who were running all over the mountains and fields!

Under the night sky, no shouts for surrender could be heard.

There were only waves of louder and louder shouts of killing.

And sporadic wailing sounds shrouded under the shouts of killing...

Chen Sheng stood expressionlessly in the center of the shouts of death, holding the Tai'a sword and turning a deaf ear!

He had many reasons to surrender.

There are also many great reasons for recruiting people to surrender.

But he couldn't speak.

At least at this moment, he couldn't speak.

This battle was not the most dangerous battle since his military career.

But this battle was the most brutal battle he fought since joining the army.

The enemy and our troops of more than 300,000 fought in a desperate and bloody battle for an hour.

Regardless of whether the Taoist priests on Taiping Road set up their altars to perform rituals, they would cause wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Or he wielded his sword like a long river, slashing back and forth among the Yellow Turban Army.

They failed to scare the enemy away!

The final collapse of the Yellow Turban Army was not so much a collapse of morale as it hit rock bottom.

It is better to say that it collapsed because hope was extinguished and faith collapsed...

More than 300,000 soldiers and horses fought fiercely for more than an hour with all their might.

At least 100,000 people were killed and injured on both sides.

There is no doubt about the mother.

The idle troops and horses really cannot withstand such a high casualty ratio.

But the Huben Army and the Julu Yellow Turban Army are not idle troops.

There is no doubt about it.

Why were there so many casualties in just over an hour?

This battle is an atypical battle. In a serious battle between two armies, the commander will not personally lead the charge into the battle, nor will he put all his troops on the battlefield at once in a desperate manner!

For the Julu Yellow Turban Army, this battle is not only a battle of life and death for their Taiping Road, but also a battle of life and death for themselves.

For the Huben Army, this battle was not only the battle for the rise of the Huben Army, but also the decisive battle for the Han Dynasty to destroy Taiping Road.

Both sides showed a decisive momentum of fighting to the death, and the bloody battle lasted for more than an hour, with 100,000 people... This is just a conservative estimate!

It is said that if you kill a thousand enemies, you will suffer eight hundred losses.

Even though Chen Sheng had made a good layout and the Huben army had won a city before the battle, in fact, when Zhang Liang went all out and commanded 150,000 troops who were waiting for work to go out to camp for the decisive battle, the advantages he accumulated before the battle were already very useful.

It's so small, it's the icing on the cake at best.

And the final victory may have played a certain role in the strong killing of the great virtuous teacher Zhang Ping in his formation.

But the real decisive force is the soldiers of the Tiger Army, who fight bravely and fearlessly with swords and guns!

In this battle, the Huben Army suffered at least 40,000 casualties!

In particular, he followed him on a hundred-mile raid, from Handan to Julu in just one day and overnight, and pierced through two enemy armies of 40,000 Tiger and Guard soldiers along the way.

They had already exhausted all their life's energy to reach Julu as scheduled, and they could immediately jump into the battle without resting after arriving at Julu. It was purely because Chen Sheng, the king who also never rested, rushed at the front of them.

…

There were 43,000 people in attendance when we set off from Handan.

Until now...

Chen Sheng did not have the courage to count, nor did he have the courage to ask, but with many years of rich experience on the battlefield, he still passively collected the footsteps and shouts around him, summarized them into data, and told him: there are less than 8,000 people.

Such a tragic battle, such heavy casualties, even if it were the Red Army, their vitality would be severely damaged!

At this time, stop the Tiger and Ben army soldiers who are chasing the defeated Yellow Turban troops, and talk to them about the principle of preferential treatment for prisoners...

Although Chen Sheng knew that it was the right thing to do, the foreign invasion situation in Kyushu was getting worse day by day. Every more descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties left behind would give him more hope of protecting his family, his clan, and his country and his species.

But you know it's the same thing.

Doing it is another matter.

Chen Sheng couldn't do it.

He is narrow-minded.

Being able to pretend to be deaf and mute and not personally participate in the pursuit of defeated troops was his greatest restraint.

…

A few moments.

A group of tiger soldiers escorted a golden-armored young general who had his crown removed and his armor was in tatters, but still straightened his spine. They walked happily to Chen Sheng: "Your Majesty, there is a yellow scarf thief in the enemy camp.

This person is General Tiangong, and I guess this person is the leader of the Yellow Turbans!"

Chen Sheng looked at the young general in golden armor carefully and asked curiously: "Zhang Liang?"

The young general in golden armor also looked at Chen Sheng intently, his red eyes burning with deep hatred: "Chen Sheng?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the officer escorting him raised his hands and gave him a big showdown: "Be presumptuous, my king respects you, and you can..."

Chen Shengfeng waved his hand lightly to stop his movements, and then asked Zhang Liangdao: "Why don't you run away?"

Zhang Liang heard the sound and laughed loudly: "What a joke, I am a landlord, why should I run away?"

He can indeed escape.

But he didn't run away.

Chen Sheng saw that he was trying his best to maintain his demeanor but was still hysterical like a mad dog. He pursed his lips and said calmly: "Originally, I quite admired you. There are many beasts in your Taiping Road with human faces and animal hearts, and some of them do evil things.

There are more offal, but you are an exception. You do have the heart to help the world, but your eyesight is a little blind and your hands are a little soft. If you can be rectified as soon as possible, maybe you and I will have a chance to drink together at the same table."

Zhang Liang looked at Chen Sheng with an increasingly exaggerated smile, and said sarcastically: "Are you saying this just to recruit me?"

"Won't."

Chen Sheng said softly: "I'm just telling the truth."

Zhang Liang stared at him, the burning hatred in his eyes gradually subdued, and the exaggerated and distorted smile on his face slowly disappeared. Although his expression was still sinister, he was calmer at least: "I actually admire you very much, you are a real person."

People with great ambitions, many of the things you do are things that I want to do but dare not do..."

He expressed the thoughts that had been buried in his heart for a long, long time.

But in the face of revenge for killing his father, all the unrealistic thoughts that I once had at the same table about how to be a good ruler and minister could no longer be uttered.

Chen Sheng took a long breath and sighed: "It's a pity that you and I have different ways and can't work together."

Zhang Liang nodded in agreement: "Yes, we have different paths and we don't want to work together!"

Chen Sheng raised his eyelids and looked at him quietly: "Which way do you want to go, Bai Ling or Zhenjiu?"

Zhang Liang lowered his eyelids and said calmly: "Liang Jia's stomach is still in his body, so let's go on the road with the courtesy of a general!"

Chen Sheng respected his talents and his desire to help the world, and was willing to give him dignity, but since Zhang Liang himself did not want dignity, of course he would not force it.

Chen Sheng immediately took off the Tai'a sword and handed it to him horizontally: "This is the mighty sword Tai'a. Going on the road with this sword will not be considered as an insult to your status."

Zhang Liang took the Tai'a sword, pulled out the blade and stood up, carefully looking at the three-foot sword, which was scarlet like blood and as clear as crystal.

Upon seeing this, many officers and soldiers of the Huben Army around them clenched their weapons as if facing a formidable enemy.

Chen Sheng turned a blind eye and didn't even blink.

Zhang Liang looked at Chen Sheng: "Did my father die under this sword?"

Chen Sheng nodded slightly: "Of course!"

Zhang Liang nodded: "That's a smooth move..."

As he spoke, he calmly put the sword blade to his neck.

Chen Sheng suddenly asked: "Where is Han Xin?"

Zhang Liang raised his eyelids and revealed a nasty smile: "What do you think?"
To be continued...