One hundred and fortieth chapters Guangzong battle seven
The thin autumn rain in the sky fell on Zhang Liang's face, washing away the blood and dirt. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, making people feel sick.
On the battlefield, there are tens of thousands of dead bodies everywhere, with blood flowing everywhere. More people fight fiercely regardless of the cries, until they fall. Few people who fall stand up again, even if they are not fatally injured.
They were too tired. They had been fighting non-stop for several hours from rooster crow to sunset. They were so tired... They would rather not sleep at all than fight any more.
Zhang Liang lowered his head and looked at the hand holding the halberd. He was shaking because of the loss of strength. The day before yesterday, after the Han army retreated into the camp, they hung up their no-war sign and behaved like a coward. No matter how much they cursed, they refused to come out to fight.
Today, the Han army went to the battlefield late at night and galloped to the battlefield with roosters crowing. The soldiers of Taiping Road did not even have time to take a bite of food. They rushed to fight and immediately fell into a disadvantage. The reason why they were not defeated was because they relied on casualties several times that of their opponents to support themselves.
, and another point is that the opponent's cavalry has not yet been dispatched.
"When the cavalry arrives, will I, Zhang Liang, be executed? Haha! It's not that easy to get Zhang Liang's head, Huangfu is a common man!..."
Huangfu Song looked at the battlefield, his face full of exhaustion. Although he did not fight personally, he was mentally exhausted. He noticed that there was a fluctuation in the right wing of the Yellow Turban, and immediately sent Huangfu Li to lead thousands of infantry to help the clan members defeat the enemy. At the same time, he ordered Gai Jun to flank the Yellow Turban.
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Gai Jun nodded, mounted his horse, and set off with his headquarters, Quyi's tribe, Han Sui's tribe, and Dong Zhuo's old tribe, a total of seven thousand cavalry.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The sound of the charging horn was like the roar of a dragon, instantly passing through the chilling battlefield, echoing and circling in the air.
"Rumble!"
The seven thousand cavalry made a circle, bypassing their left flank and heading straight towards the battlefield.
Visibility was extremely low in the rain, but the increasingly louder sound of horse hooves told Uncle Zhang that the Han army's cavalry was coming for him. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Damn, you don't have a long memory! I just ate five thousand of your cavalry the day before yesterday, and I still...
Dare to come and die!"
The uneasy Yellow Turban soldiers were relieved when they heard what the general said, but the gloom in their hearts lingered. That day, with the help of our own cavalry, there were heavy casualties. Can you defeat the opponent's cavalry alone today? Moreover,
The pressure from the Han infantry on the opposite side is increasing...
Why doesn't Zhang Bo know this? It can even be said that he is more pessimistic than ordinary soldiers, but he is the commander-in-chief. If he dares to show a hint of timidity, the morale of the army will be lost.
"You loser, do you want to be poked into a sieve by the opponent's horse? The halberd is straightened..."
"Do you have arrows in your fucking crossbow box? I'll kick you to death!"
"Stop poking your head, you don't want your head anymore? Hurry and hide behind the shield..."
"Check your bowstrings, you son of a bitch."
While cursing, Uncle Zhang organized the defense line in an orderly manner.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Thousands of men charged on flying horses, the roar of galloping iron hooves carrying a roar like thunder, overwhelming the sky.
"Shoot..." Uncle Zhang raised his knife and roared.
Due to the influence of the rain, most of the thousands of sharp arrows fell in front of the cavalry, and very few were hit. The Han army was divided into three parts while running, like three meteors smashing into the calm lake, causing a stormy sea.
Zhang Bo raised his sword and beheaded a Han rider, pulled the reins on his horse, and shouted: "Whoever cuts off a horse's leg will be rewarded with two stones of wheat and one thousand coins..." Compared with that day, one call was answered by hundreds of responses, thousands of responses, and ten thousand responses.
, There are very few people who responded today. No matter how stupid you are, you can see clearly the current situation. Reward? Save your life first.
"Zhongzhonglang..." Huangfu Li came to the front of the clan members and said with fists in his hands.
The clan member smiled and said: "Huangfu Zhonglang finally sent someone here."
"Three thousand elites, but they must be driven."
"Okay. The moth thief was flanked by the cavalry and lacks frontal troops. With these three thousand men, it will be easy to defeat the enemy."
Huangfu Li didn't waste any time and went directly to the front line with three troops. He had been serving as a reserve force since the war began, and his body had been itching for a long time. His uncle Huangfu Song refused his repeated invitations to fight, saying only that the time had not come yet.
"Finally, we can have a good fight..." Huangfu Li saw the frontline commander Xu Rong, and with a few polite words, he commanded three thousand elites to enter the battlefield at once. The Yellow Turban Army was already tired from long battles and was immediately defeated by the new force.
You have to keep retreating.
"Kill..." Huangfu Li stared wide-eyed, pierced the opponent's throat with his spear, kicked the other person away, and jumped into the enemy jungle.
A yellow scarf general rolled up to Uncle Zhang and cried: "Brother, brother... The Han army sent thousands more infantry to join the battle, and the brothers can't stand it anymore."
Uncle Zhang struck his brother's iron helmet hard with the back of his sword and shouted loudly: "If you can't bear it, get someone to fill it! If your men are dead, take your own bodyguards to replace them!"
Uncle Zhang's brother said with a look of grief and anger: "I am your brother! You told me to die?"
"I'm going to die soon. Get out of here! Leave me alone!"
Uncle Zhang's brother left angrily.
Which elder brother wants his younger brother to die? The corners of Zhang Bo's eyes were moist, and he raised his head to the sky, letting the rain hit his face.
"General..."
"Scream, kill me..." Uncle Zhang held a big flag in his hand and took the lead. He led a group of soldiers to surround the Han cavalry. Both sides roared loudly and fought bloody.
"Kill..." Uncle Zhang grabbed the enemy's long hair, pulled it hard, and pulled the man off his horse. The knife came out like the wind and hacked him to death. The prancing horse fought again, killing him at the cost of two more wounds on his body.
Five people, extremely fierce.
"Death to the traitor..." Guo Si roared and came to kill him, Zhang Zhen struck hard, Zhang Bo repeated his old tricks, but he didn't expect that Guo Si was not an ordinary soldier, but the leading general in Liangzhou. Seeing Zhang Bo grabbing his Zhen
Guo Si showed a sneer and suddenly exerted his strength. Da Zhen escaped from Zhang Bo's grasp and struck him in the ribs, knocking him off his horse.
Uncle Zhang fell into the mud ditch and was splashed with mud. He was so angry that he rolled over to the side. He picked up a crossbow on the ground and said viciously: "My name is Uncle Zhang. Don't forget who killed you on the road to Huangquan!"
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Guo Bang lost his voice and howled: "You dare to kill me?"
Uncle Zhang sneered, "Go to hell!" With a buzzing sound, a crossbow arrow flew out like lightning, passed through the armor, and hit Guo Si.
"ah……"
Hearing Guo Si's screams, the Liangzhou people's eyes turned red and they came to kill him like crazy.
"Kill..." Fan Chou roared like thunder, his big spear was faster than the lightning, and pierced Zhang Bo's chest. Zhang Ji came on horseback and slashed his head.
"Guo Aduo..." Li Jue jumped off his horse and cried bitterly while hugging Guo Si.
"Where are you mourning? Take me to find a doctor quickly... cough cough..." Guo Bang tried to move his body and felt a heartbreaking pain in his chest.
"You're not dead?"
"I will definitely die behind you...ahem..."
The general was killed, and the Yellow Turban soldiers immediately launched a more fierce attack. However, it could not last long. As time went by, it gradually became unable to hold up, and the Yellow Turban right wing collapsed.);.