Under the blue sky, the Han army rolled up boundless dust and marched to the battlefield, stopping a thousand steps away. More than 60,000 Xuanjia infantry formed the left, middle and right armies. The left wing was composed of Youzhou cavalry and Bingzhou cavalry, totaling 5,000 people.
On the right wing are Dong Zhuo's Liangzhou Cavalry and Sanhe Cavalry, and the Northern Army's Five Schools Hu Cavalry, also with 5,000 men. More than 4,000 cavalry led by Gai Jun, Fu Xie, and Qu Yi, together with thousands of infantry led by Shangguan Hong and Huangfu Li, serve as
Reserve team.
Tian Feng stroked his beard and said: "The moth thief went to war earlier than we expected."
Huangfu Song smiled and joked to himself: "I finally don't have to worry about being dismissed from office and punished."
Jushou looked at the stacks of people on both sides from a distance, and said slowly: "How many years has it been since the Central Plains saw a battle with a level of 200,000 people?"
How many years? Everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded. It had been at least more than a hundred years? Ever since Emperor Shizu Guangwu pacified the world, the Central Plains had been at peace for a long time. Even if there were occasional rebellions in recent years, they were just scabies and insignificant. A battle with a level of 200,000 people,
Not to mention the Central Plains, even the border areas are rare to see for decades or hundreds of years.
Huangfu Song said with emotion: "We will report hundreds of thousands of people to the emperor's favor and give them full merit. All this is the general's wish! It is also my wish! However, since the Han Dynasty, there have been many outstanding talents, and how many people can achieve this wish?
?I, Huangfu Song, am over fifty years old and have mediocre talents. Now that I am close to the generals, I suddenly feel sad. I would rather die as a county guard with two thousand stone and have no historical record than to suffer this disaster for our great Han Dynasty..."
Yan Zhong shook his head and sighed: "The culprit is enjoying himself in Kyoto, but he wants me to make up for it! Hateful! Hateful! Hateful!..."
"...!"
No one accused Yan Zhong of being treasonous, and everyone remained silent.
"The culprit? Are you talking about eunuchs? Or are you talking about Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Or Your Majesty?" Gai Jun looked ambiguous. The current emperor Liu Hong is as fatuous and absurd as any previous emperors who have subjugated their country. In addition, four hundred years have passed.
During this period, the scholars became more and more desperate. The difference was that some people took action, such as Yan Zhong, and some were imprisoned by the shackles of ethics, such as Huangfu Song.
Huangfusong took a deep breath and waved his hand.
In an instant, hundreds of drums were beaten, and everyone was awakened at the same time.
"Power..." The commanders and military commanders at the forefront of the battle line drew their swords out of their sheaths and shouted with all their strength.
"Power! Power! Power!"
"mighty……"
"Mighty! Mighty! Mighty!"
"The Han army is mighty..."
"The Han army is mighty! The Han army is mighty! The Han army is mighty!"
The shouts of tens of thousands of Han troops seemed to compete with the sound of war drums. Waves of sound overwhelmed each other, getting louder and louder...
"The sky...is dead..."
"Huang Tian...it's time to..."
Not to be outdone, the Yellow Turban Army used war drums against war drums, slogans against slogans, and fought back hard. The great sage was behind them. They could not guarantee that they would win, but at least they would not admit defeat in terms of momentum, even if they were defeated, even if they died...
Both sides moved forward in unison, the Han army was in neat formation, and the Yellow Turbans were in large numbers, nine hundred steps, eight hundred steps, seven hundred steps...
Five hundred steps later, the crossbows of the two armies roared angrily, and the giant arrows crossed with each other with a shrill whistle, piercing into the opponent's wall. The black armor could not stop it at all, and it often took three or five pierces before stopping. The crossbows killed.
Its power is limited, but it is extremely intimidating. No matter how tenacious a person is, he will bow his head and tremble in front of it.
The Yellow Turban Army had five hundred large crossbows, but the Han Army had a thousand. Zhang Liang frowned and said, "Order the left and right armies to quickly engage the enemy."
"promise."
The flag bearer waves the flag with both hands to convey orders.
After receiving the order, the left and right armies of the Yellow Turbans obviously accelerated their advance and quickly advanced to 200 steps. The archers on both sides of the Han army raised their bows and fired upwards. Tens of thousands of long arrows left the bows in an instant. The sky was densely filled with dark arrows, as if they were covered by dark clouds.
, covering the sky and the earth. The sharp arrows easily penetrated the iron helmets and black armors. The Yellow Turban Army wailed in pain and rolled on the ground. More people felt nothing and died directly. For people on the battlefield, this kind of death
Dharma should be called lucky!
"Fight back... fight back..." Zhang Bo, the leader of the Yellow Turban Right Army, roared angrily.
The Yellow Turban Army stretched their strong bows one after another, and before they could fire, the long arrows like locusts fell on their heads again, and this time the casualties were even greater. The Han army successfully suppressed nearly twice as many opponents by relying on strict discipline, strict orders and prohibitions, well-trained training, etc.
Zong Yuan, the commander of the Han army's left wing, sneered: "The moth thieves have fought against the Han army many times, but they haven't figured it out yet. It will be in vain to practice shooting against the Han army for another hundred years!".
Xu Rong said calmly: "If the moth thief was smart, how could he end up in this situation today."
Uncle Zhang saw the Yellow Turban Army wailing in pain under the continuous rain of arrows and unable to fight back. He finally understood that it was not about the number of people, but the side with more bows that would win. He said angrily: "Kill...kill me."
ah……"
The left army of the Yellow Turbans let out a shout, and rushed towards the Han army with landslides and tsunamis. At the same time, the Yellow Turbans on the other side also began to charge. It was obvious that they had suffered enough to react.
Facing the Yellow Turban Army rolling in like an avalanche, the Han army remained expressionless and unmoved. Following the orders of their superiors, they strung strings, bent bows, and fired arrows. The long arrows soared into the air and whizzed down, like the blade of death.
Every living life was taken away.
Within a hundred steps, the Yellow Turban Army was finally able to kill a large number of Han troops with their crossbows. At the same time, they stabilized their position and organized intensive volleys of longbows. Both sides went back and forth. Hundreds of people were injured and died at every moment.
The two wings of the Yellow Turban slowly crawled forward, and within fifty steps, they launched another charge, as if they were being struck hard by two iron fists wielded by giants.
The Han army thrust their huge shields deep into the earth, with their halberds and spears resting on top. The sharp points shone with cold light, and were eerie and bone-piercing.
The Yellow Turban warriors did not hesitate and moved forward indomitably. Even if they were smashed to pieces by a big shield at the next moment, or pricked with holes by spears and halberds at the next moment, they would still use all their strength to stab their opponents with the halberds in their hands to kill them all.
Kill two and earn one.
"Boom!"
The Yellow Turban warriors who rushed to the front were killed almost instantly, and few survived. Their deaths were not worthless. The Han army's line was knocked inward, and countless successors wrapped in Yellow Turbans filled in with ferocious faces.
…
"kill……"
Uncle Zhang followed the army into the Han army's formation. His fighting skills were obviously superior to those of ordinary soldiers. He locked three roaring spears with his hook and raised his sword to kill three people. Bright red blood spattered on his face.
All the depression was gone from his body, and he felt a burst of joy in his heart. Compared with commanding tens of thousands of troops, he preferred to fight on the battlefield.
"kill……"
Zhang Bo blocked left and right, fought with all his strength, and was unstoppable. The Yellow Turban army followed the general and continued to advance, with high morale and bloody struggle.);.