Halfway up Woniu Mountain, I saw brothers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain, bleeding like rivers, and pieces of wheat straw falling down. In my ears, I heard tones from the south and the sea, and the sound of scolding my mother, crying and begging. Zhou Cang was the first to not calm down.
Zhou Huzi, who once walked the Han River and killed countless people under his command, was actually the most timid and cautious by nature, so he was not caught and beheaded by Liu Biao's tribe.
Historically, Zhou Cang knew the male and guarded the female, and was willing to be the boy holding the bottle in front of his second brother, because of this nature.
The bearded man was the first to see something was wrong and persuaded his eldest brother Liu Pi, the commander of the Yellow Turban. He rolled his strange eyes and gave Zhou Cang a fierce look.
"What are you afraid of? Just shoot as many as you want to kill. There are three yellow turbans here, nearly 100,000 people, even 100,000 pigs can kill the little thief Fang Guang!"
"What are you doing standing still? Go and beat the drums and change the formation. I, the Yellow Turban of Runan, am not a first-rate leader. Please change the formation to meet the enemy!"
Liu Pidian's Zhou Cang lowered his head and took a few steps back. He waved the two swords at his waist, and, taking advantage of Liu Bei's possible demeanor and luck, he shouted loudly on the mountainside.
The Runan Yellow Turbans, with their great ambitions, were trained every day by Liu Pi's self-taught military skills. The big leader was furious, and there was already a small school, and they ran to the mountainside shouting.
After a while, a low drum beat slowly sounded.
The disgraced yellow-turbaned Liu Pi tribe was shot down by five hundred Jishu camp soldiers. Hearing the sound of drums, the civilian short archers who rushed out of the array quickly retreated like a pika and retracted into their nest.
Thousands of Liu Pi troops, armed with huge bamboo and wooden shields, rushed to the front of the array.
He Yi and Liu Shao's tribe followed suit. Both of them had swordsmen and swordsmen, and they also stood up with Liu Pi's tribe. Although the wooden shield was simple, there were thousands of yellow scarf swordsmen and shield-hands, and the shields were like a wall.
He could barely hold his ground.
On the mountainside, Liu Pi looked at the Yellow Turban army, stroking his beard and smiling with great satisfaction. For the Yellow Turban tribe who were half peasants and half bandits, such a change of formation was something that only the elite Yellow Turbans could do.
In Cao's army, Qu Yi's crossbowmen fired nearly ten rounds of crossbow arrows. Even though they were well trained, their shooting speed gradually slowed down.
Liu Pi thought that Cao's army was overwhelmed by the power of the Yellow Turbans and began to be timid. Feeling proud, he was about to tell the small school to beat the drums and march, but he saw hundreds of cavalry in Cao's camp from a distance, holding the super long spears used by Xiliang infantry.
Heading straight towards Woniu Mountain.
"What kind of army is this? I fought fiercely with the government troops in Hebei for several years. Huangpu Song and Lu Zhi's elite cavalry troops have never seen anyone charging into the battle with a long bamboo pole!"
"With such a rush, if labor and capital don't move, he himself will become a horse and fall!"
Among the three commanders of the Yellow Turbans in Runan, He Yi, who came from the south of Hebei, had the most extensive knowledge. Looking at Fang Guang's cavalry, suspicion flashed in his eyes and he said to himself.
There were few herdsmen in Jingzhou and Yuzhou, and the cavalry was far inferior to that of the Northern soldiers. Liu Pi and Liu Shao had never seen real cavalry charging into battle. After hearing He Yi's words, they thought Fang Guang had lost his mind. The two looked at each other and said,
They all saw the relief in each other's eyes.
Just a moment later, the two mud-legged men who were determined to revitalize the Han Dynasty were no longer as calm as before!
The vanguard battalion commanded by Guan Hai could not break through the army formations of Hebei veterans, but it was like cutting through butter with a table knife against the Yellow Turban soldiers.
When Fang Guang Buqu joins the cavalry, the first thing he needs to practice is his courage. He must not rein in his horse until he rushes to the predetermined position, he must only move forward.
There were no more than a hundred cavalrymen, fifty steps away from the yellow scarf sword and shield bearers, and the strange Xiliang-style spears were leveled and straightened at the same time amid the sharp sound of horns.
The midday sun in Runan shone on the shining iron tip of the spear, making Liu Pi narrow his eyes.
He covered his eyes with one hand, and in the blink of an eye, the dull sound of collision at the foot of the mountain, the cracking of bones made by war horses trampling soldiers, and the screams of the Yellow Turban soldiers, which were even more shrill than before, all reached Liu Pi's ears.
There was no trembling fighting, only impact. In an instant, the cavalry from the Selected Front Battalion penetrated fifty steps deep into the Yellow Turban Army Formation. Wherever they passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
"What kind of formation is this? How can anyone fight like this? It's too barbaric. They hit people on horseback like this. Why are your brothers, Cao's bandit tribe, the ones who fell?"
Liu Pi rubbed his eyes, his voice trembled, and he couldn't help shouting loudly. His last few words were pronounced sharply, like a frightened woman.
"I must have seen it wrong, this is a fake soldier, it's Fang Guang's magic method!"
When people in the world encounter things that subvert common sense, they often comfort themselves with stories of gods and ghosts. Liu Pi is also the same.
The lineage of the Yellow Turban Army has gathered almost all the evil ways in Kyushu. Originally, the army was acting as a cover-up, but Liu Pi almost shouted out that it was all an illusion and could not scare me!
Beside him, an inappropriate male voice suddenly sounded.
"The boss is not hallucinating. Look, the officer's gun was broken. The head of the gun is not Old Wu's head!"
"And that, what kind of knife is this? He leaned on the horse, spread out the two knives, and killed dozens of our brothers!"
The blind scout from the Yellow Turban Army, who had excellent eyesight, came to the side of the big boss and Yingchuan Yellow Turban leader at some unknown time, and began to explain on the spot professionally.
Liu Pi calmed down, and sure enough, the strange long spears of Cao's army deep inside the Yellow Turban Army had been broken, and many people took out another short spear tied between the horses behind them.
There were also some cavalry soldiers who took out their long, narrow knives, opened them like flying birds, and continued to charge forward.
"Go away, I have eyes, I can see!"
Liu Pi kicked the blind man in front of him away and wanted to touch the double-pronged sword stuck in his waist. He realized that at some point, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even grab a few of the double-pronged swords.
The hilt of the sword.
Beside Liu Pi, He Yi looked gloomy, and Liu Shao had a look of fear on his face. They saw that the cavalry of Cao's army at the front had already penetrated the depth of the Yellow Turban Army.
Xia Houen, the general of Cao's army, and two other generals who looked like bears and tigers met under some huge cypress trees at the foot of the mountain.
The officers and soldiers rushed down, and their formation was already scattered. Looking at the posture of the cavalry who turned their horses, they seemed to be charging back.
"Made, you are so bullying! I drive plows and cattle in Yingchuan, but I don't dare to be so dissolute!"
"Tell the boys, I have taken a fancy to these army horses, don't let any of them go!"
Beside Liu Pi, Pei Yuanshao, who had been beaten to pieces by Xu Chu, slowly regained his courage. Seeing that Cao Jun's cavalry was leading the way, holding a spear, and his body muscles were not as good as his own, Pei Yuanshao's temper suddenly returned.
Mr. Runan Bodybuilder, shouting that the third brother just now had no upper body, would be defeated instantly, and was about to go down the mountain with a pirated snake spear, but he heard the sound of a bamboo whistle coming from the dense forest on the side of the mountain.
The Yellow Turban Army brothers come from all over the world. In addition to the refugees from the north, there are also many barbarians from the south of the Yangtze River in the Runan army.
Hearing the bamboo whistle, the Han barbarians in the south of the Yangtze River, that is, the barbarians who were not under the jurisdiction of the state and county, suddenly looked at each other. Everyone was confused. This bamboo whistle was not something used by water thieves and mountain bandits to communicate. How could it be possible to sleep on Niu Mountain today?