"In the autumn of the seventh year of Emperor Guanghe of the Han Empire, King Qin Yanggong of the Ming Dynasty gathered all the elite Yellow Turbans in Xiangcheng and made an appointment with the imperial army under Xiangcheng. The clouds covered the sun and the heaven and earth were moved."————"The Biography of the Three Kingdoms"
The flags are like the sea, and they make a sound like waves when blown by the autumn wind. Under the huge handsome flag embroidered with "Yellow Turban King Ming", Qin Yang is sitting on the horse, and his armor is blown by the wind and makes a "pop" sound.
"Voices.
The blades are cold, the horses are neighing, the autumn wind is roaring, and the blood is boiling! The Xiangcheng Yellow Turban Army has a total of 120,000 elite soldiers, and the suffocating killing atmosphere can be heard from the square arrays.
Looking at the opposite side, it is as dark as dark clouds. The banner with the word "Xiliang Prefect Dong" is particularly eye-catching. Fifty thousand sturdy Xiliang cavalry, all in black armor, the spears in their hands exude a deadly aura, and the sabers on their waists are filled with murderous aura.
It was so excited that it almost burst out of its sheath. The war horse, suppressed by this murderous aura, tapped its hooves uneasily, and the sound of all the hooves together was even denser than the drizzle.
Behind the Xiliang Army, rows of shining silver shields exuded a cold aura. Behind the shields, the Bingzhou Army's black armor with silver edges was as dense as an ocean, with assault spears one after another, and bright long spears.
The swords all showed the determination of the Bingzhou army to humiliate Xiangcheng on the same day.
The huge commander's platform rolled on sixteen people-high wheels and slowly came to the rear of the imperial army. Under the banner of "General He", He Jin stood proudly with a sword in both hands and a military uniform. He stood on the left and right.
Looking around, the Emperor of Han Dynasty was in full glory, and He Jin felt very high-spirited. The feeling of the sky and earth changing colors with a wave of his hand could not help but double his confidence.
"Pass my general's order, break through the center and wait for an opportunity to attack on the left and right wings!" He Jin unsheathed the sword in his hand, pointing directly at the bright yellow ocean in the distance.
"Woo..." The low horn sounded, and the war drums thundered. As the flags on the general stage were waved, the signal to charge had been conveyed to Dong Zhuo's army.
"Brothers, let those cowards in Bingzhou see the bloody nature of our Xiliang men! The first battalion of the Flying Bear Army on Li Jue's left wing, and the second battalion of the Flying Bear Army on Guo Si's right wing, charge! Tear down the defenses of these mud-legged men.
Make a hole!" Dong Zhuo shouted, waving a huge mace that didn't fit his stature.
"I have the order! Men of the Flying Bear Army, fight with me!" Following Dong Zhuo's military order, two generals of the Xiliang cavalry rushed out from the left and right wings of the Xiliang cavalry. Both of them were dressed in jet black armor, and each held a pole in their hands.
The two-foot-long iron spear rushed towards the Yellow Turban Army's position like the wind.
Behind them, two big flags were blowing fiercely in the wind. On top of the big flags, a black giant bear showed its teeth and claws in a terrifying manner, with the words "Li" and "Guo" written on them respectively.
Behind the banner, five thousand cavalry each moved upon hearing the wind. The knights on the war horses were also in black armor. They waved their spears and let out wild whistles. Like two long black dragons, they rolled up the dust on the ground and faced them.
The unmoved Yellow Turban Army waved their sharp claws!
He Jin stood on a high place, looking at the two black dragons like the wind on the battlefield, and nodded with satisfaction. Although Dong Zhuo looked ugly and spoke very vulgarly, the Xiliang cavalry was really tough. At this moment, Xiliang's cavalry
Liang Cavalry's bravery was deeply imprinted on He Jin's heart without even realizing it.
Feeling the tremor coming from the ground and the murderous aura coming from the pavement, Qin Yang clenched his fist fiercely. When the figure of the Xiliang cavalry gradually enlarged in his pupils, Qin Yang suddenly ordered: "The life-transmitting bow
The crossbow camp releases arrows!”
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!..."
Arrows all over the sky fell like raindrops amidst Qin Yang's shouts, and a sound like a death knell pierced the sky above the battlefield. They penetrated the smoke, the armor, and the flesh! The soldiers were heartbroken.
The screams of the lungs, the shrill neighing of the war horses, and every cavalryman who falls off his horse will be mercilessly stepped on by countless comrades behind him, regardless of life or death. Every cavalryman already knows that falling off his horse means death! The cavalryman is a sharp sword.
, can kill the enemy in an instant, but the speed they are proud of can also easily trample themselves to death!
The horse has escaped the reins and the man has gone crazy! Li Jue and Guo Bang looked at the rain of arrows in front of them, heard screams in their ears, and blood gradually filled their eyes.
"Brothers! Where is the bloodiness of the Xiliang people! For the glory of the Flying Bear Army!" Li Jue threw away his helmet and roared.
"For the glory of the Flying Bear Army!" More than ten thousand crazy knights roared!
"Iron-blooded Xiliang!" Guo Bang pointed the iron gun in his hand at the sky, and the armor on his body had long been thrown away.
"Iron-blooded Xiliang!" In the dense rain of arrows, the Xiliang cavalry burst out with blood, their armor was taken off, and their helmets were thrown away! This group of men drinking blood from Xiliang outside the Great Wall roared crazily and glared at the oncoming people.
The flying arrows are filled with killing intent!
Seeing this scene, the archers of the Yellow Turban Army were shocked. Everyone knows that the Yellow Turban Army has a firm belief, which makes them fearless of death. But the bravery of the Yellow Turban Army seems to be child's play in front of these Xiliang men! Bows and arrows
It seemed that they had lost their accuracy, because the hands of the Yellow Turban Army archers were trembling, and their hearts were also trembling! They suddenly felt that they were not facing an army, but a beast that was completely crazy!
"Bastard! The archers retreated, and the pikemen and shield-bearers formed a position and defended to the end!" Qin Yang gritted his teeth. He had never thought that Dong Zhuo, the man who brought disaster to the country and the people, actually had such tough soldiers under his command.
The formation of the Yellow Turban Army moved, and shields with a height of two meters were erected one after another. Behind each shield, there were two soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army squatting and firmly supporting it. In the gap between the shields, there was a cold feeling.
The spears were like dense branches, pointing straight at the flying cavalry. The Yellow Turban Army formed an almost insurmountable wall of death in front of the position!
"Brothers, prepare your spears! Charge!" Li Jue and Guo Si lowered their bodies, almost leaning on their horses.
At the sound of a whistle, more than 10,000 cavalrymen all leaned over their horses with spears in hand, making a charging posture.
"Throw a spear!" Guo Bang shouted.
Taking advantage of the high-speed charge of the war horses, the knights on the war horses threw the spears in their hands with all their strength. In an instant, black rainbows flew out from the hands of the charging cavalry, and there were nearly 10,000 spears among the nearly 10,000 cavalry!
The flying spears hit the high-erected shield hard, but more of them crossed the shield and pierced into the body of the Yellow Turban Army. Amidst the bursts of miserable screams, the Yellow Turban Army
The army's camp was in chaos, and countless Yellow Turban soldiers were pinned to the ground by spears flying with great force.
The bows and arrows of the Yellow Turban Army were still filling the sky, but they could not stop the cavalry charge at all. Just when the Yellow Turban Army's camp was disrupted by the swarming spears, the shirtless Xiliang cavalry, waving their sabers, had already reached them!
"kill!"
Like a huge wave slamming hard on the embankment, the sound of the collision between the two armies was earth-shattering! The spear extending from the shield pierced the body of the charging knight, and the attacking cavalry hit him with his body.
The tall shield was overturned! The Yellow Turban Army supported under the shield was directly trampled into meat patties by the huge torrent, while the charging cavalry was again pierced by countless spears.
The saber like a crescent moon reflects the cold light, and every time the sword is struck, a stream of bright red blood will splash out. The spear like a dense forest appears and disappears. No matter whether it is a person or a horse, if it is stabbed by this spear, it will never survive!
The defense line composed of 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers collided wildly with the 10,000 Xiliang cavalry. The Yellow Turban Army's forward position was like a huge meat grinder. Countless lives were lost every moment! All the beauty and prosperity in the world,
Yearning and sorrow, joy and pain, every warrior, every soul, all turned into the sad roar of bright red blood. Unwilling? Lonely? Dejected? Helpless! In this torrent of flesh and blood, it is nothing more than a moment. In this
At this moment, life is wasted. At this moment, strangers without any hatred are brutally killing each other!
Stripped of the awe-inspiring slogans and the impassioned coat, death will always be the eternal definition of war!
Li Jue and Guo Si, the two commanders of the Flying Bear Army under Dong Zhuo, skilled fighters with two banners stained by gunpowder smoke and blood, stood firm on the Yellow Turban Army's position. The Yellow Turban Army was retreating, facing
They were unable to resist the demonic Xiliang cavalry even if they risked their lives.
"Pei Yuan Shao, Zhou Cang! Lead Huang Tianying to take back the position for me!" Qin Yang clenched his fists tightly, and his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh. The disastrous defeat in the first round made him heartbroken, but he could only persist, Huang Jin
The army still has hundreds of thousands of troops that have not moved, but the enemy also has hundreds of thousands of troops that have not moved! At this moment, Qin Yang can only endure, he is waiting for an opportunity that will allow him to turn things around!
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