One hundred and fortieth chapters Guangzong battle eight
The messenger sadly reported: "General... my right wing has been defeated... Thousands of Han soldiers are approaching towards the center."
Zhang Liang nodded expressionlessly, his eyes were bleak, and his heart ached. To the north of the battlefield was the trench dug by Lu Zhi, which stretched for dozens of miles. To the west was the Han army camp, to the south was the Qingshui River blocking it, and to the east was Guangzhou.
Zongcheng seems to be a retreat, but to the east of Guangzong City, there are still dense cuts.
A place of death. This is a place of death. The only way to survive is to defeat the Han army on the opposite side. Now it seems that this is purely a delusion.
"Brother, I failed to save Taiping Road after all!..."
"Kill Zhang Jiao...Kill Zhang Jiao..."
Thousands of Han cavalry shouted passionate slogans and rushed towards the yellow turban military fang flag.
Zhang Liang turned around and said: "Beat the drum..."
This is the farewell drum!
Hundreds of men wrapped in yellow scarves burst into tears, swinging their arms at the same time and beating the big drum in front of them.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Dong dong dong dong dong!..."
Zhang Liang raised his halberd and cried out sadly: "Heaven... is dead... Huang Tian... is here to stand..."
"boom!"
The Han army's cavalry collided head-on with the Yellow Turban army. It was like a mountain torrent hitting a dike, causing a loud noise like the earth was shattering. The flood peaks came in waves, and cracks gradually appeared in the dike. With a bang, the dike burst...
"kill……"
The soldiers on both sides looked at each other like torches and fought to the death.
Zhang Liang's number one general, Zhang Kai, shouted forward. His halberd struck one of the knights and cut down another. The knight fell down and was killed by Zhang Kai's personal guards.
"Cang!" Zhang Kai blocked his halberd at an angle, with a muffled sound, and an irresistible force came from the weapon, causing him to fall backwards.
A strange look flashed across Gai Yin's eyes, and Chen Biao and Yang Aruo jumped out of the horse at the same time, slashing and slashing at their heads.
Zhang Kai saw that his thick iron halberd had been shaved off by the opponent's sword. He was so angry that he broke the halberd with all his strength. With a low roar, he held the iron rod in his left hand to block Chen Biao Changjing, and raised the head of the halberd high in his right hand to chop it off fiercely.
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Chen Biao pulled out a short halberd from behind with his left hand and held it. The branches of the two halberds were entangled. Chen Biao used the power of his horse to stagger Zhang Kai.
There was a bad wind blowing from the back of his head. Zhang Kai was frightened and hurriedly avoided it. His head felt cold, as if rain was dripping on his head. He was going into battle with a knife. Zhang Kai was still frightened. If he were a moment later, his head would be chopped off by the opponent.
Lose.
"Swish, swish!..."
Countless ropes came flying towards him, Zhang Kai danced his halberd to resist them, but finally he was caught tightly around the neck, his throat tightened, and he was pulled down and dragged along. Zhang Kai's bodyguard wanted to move forward, but the Han cavalry refused to give way. Both sides violently
Roaring and killing each other.
"Oh - oh - oh -" A Qiang man pulled the reins and the horse galloped. Zhang Kai slid in the mud, and swords and spears rained down on him. The pain made him want to shout, but he could not make a sound.
In the end, he was cut into countless corpses and turned into meat.
The left wing of the Han army defeated the enemy and began to tilt towards the center, cooperating with the central army to attack the enemy. The Yellow Turban Army in the center were all direct descendants and would not retreat to the death. However, they had not eaten since last night and had been fighting for a whole day. They were exhausted and desperate.
After resisting for a while, he finally couldn't resist and retreated.
Zhang Liang looked at the Han cavalry who were close at hand, and then at the collapsed defense line of the entire army. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was in trance.
"That's Zhang Liang's traitor Shuai Qi, kill..."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the big flag behind Zhang Liang was soaked by the rain and curled up, but the word "Ren Gong" could still be vaguely made out.
Zhang Liang suddenly opened his eyes, tightened his halberd in his hand, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill..."
Thousands of personal guards shouted in unison: "Kill..."
The two sides were like two angry bulls, violently butting each other, causing their heads to bleed.
Gai Yin grabbed the knife and entered the circle, roared, blood drew a line in the rain, and four heads rose into the sky.
On the left and right, Gai Yin blocked the sneak attack. All he had to do was face forward, raise his sword, blood burst out, raise his sword, blood burst out. Repeatedly, it swept past like a hurricane, leaving stumps and broken corpses everywhere.
"Zhang Liang, the bandit leader..."
Gai Yin tilted his head to avoid the spear, and hit the enemy with his backhand. His eyes were fixed on the majestic body of the banner. Seven or eight yellow scarf soldiers raised their halberds to stab each other. In a flash of blood, the halberds were destroyed. Gai Yin swung his blade,
Three or four people were struck by knives and howled, and the rest all died.
The surrounding pressure dropped sharply and the siege was broken.
First, Gai Yin, Chen Biao, Che'er, Yang Aruo, Hu Feng, Pang De and others broke through the siege one after another.
Twenty steps, only twenty steps away from Zhang Liang, just in the blink of an eye!
"kill……"
Zhang Liang holds a halberd in his right hand, slowly pulls out the sword from his waist with his left hand, and leads the dozens of remaining guards around him to come forward.
Fighting, cruel and bloody fighting, the heavy rain turned the sky red.
Zhang Liang kept advancing, and there were enemy cavalry everywhere, dancing halberds and wielding knives. He didn't know how many people he killed, and he didn't know how many knives he got. When he realized that he could no longer move, he collapsed.
Gai Yin rode his horse to the front of Renggong's flag and cut it off with a single stroke. The flag slapped on the muddy ground, splashing countless water droplets.
Gai Jun pointed to the distance and shouted: "That's the Zhangjiao flag. There must be Zhangjiao thieves in that carriage. Kill them..."
Everyone followed the order and went up. What surprised them was that the protective force around Zhang Jiao was extremely weak. He killed all the guards. Hu Feng was the first to jump on the carriage, raised his spear and stabbed in.
Gai Jun was so angry that he yelled: "You idiot, I want to live."
"It didn't hit." Hu Feng turned around and laughed dryly. He carefully lifted up the car curtain with his spear. It was empty inside, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other.
"Run away?" Gai Jun frowned. "It doesn't matter so much, just cut down Zhang Jiao's flag.
As soon as the flag symbolizing the great virtuous teacher fell, the Yellow Turban Army collapsed instantly. The relatively intact left wing turned around and ran southward, followed by the left army and the defeated central army like headless flies.
The Han army did not rush to pursue them. To the south was the Qingshui River. It rained heavily today and the moth thieves would never be able to cross the river.
Huangfu Song and his generals hurried to Zhang Jue's carriage. When they heard that Zhang Jue was missing, they immediately lost their good mood.
There was no point in guessing, so Huangfu Song summoned Zhang Jiao's bodyguard who was still alive for questioning. These people were considered die-hards, and they scolded or said that the great teacher had left long ago. Huangfu Song was so amused that he left? Could it be that he left?
Could it be that Zhang Jiao had wings? He found several more Yellow Turban generals and killed several of them until he finally met one who told the truth.
"Zhang Jiao is dead? He died in August? Zhang Liang has always been in charge..." Everyone suddenly realized that they had been wondering why Zhang Jiao suddenly knew how to use troops. That's it.
There was no resistance in Guangzong City, so Huangfu Song sent 3,000 people into the city, while the remaining people pursued the remnants of the Yellow Turbans.
Qingshui River.
Forty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers were lingering on the shore, unable to advance or retreat.
In the rain, a trace of black thread slowly squirmed, cold, depressing, and irresistible.
"The Han army is coming..."
The Yellow Turban soldiers became commotion.
"Zhonglang..." Gai Jun just spoke, and then he saw a scene that stunned him.
"Plop..."
"Plop..."
"Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!..."
Countless Yellow Turban soldiers jumped into the Qingshui River one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people on the bank...
In such bad weather, there is no way to survive if you jump into the river...
They are seeking death...
No one surrendered, and all 40,000 people jumped into the river and drowned, and the clear water almost stopped flowing.);.