"Report to Your Highness, the enemy reserve team has entered the battle, and the offensive between our central cavalry and Huangtian Camp has been blocked!"
"Urgent report! Zhang Niujiao and Han Zhong, the two generals of our army's right wing, encountered a head-on attack by Cao Cao, Zhu Jun and Dong Zhuo, with heavy casualties!"
"Report to Your Highness! The enemy's right-wing Sun Jian and Lu Zhi's army were in a fierce offensive, and the two commanders of Qu, Huanglong and Huang Shao, asked for help!"
"Alarm! The Xiangcheng defenders found that the enemy's besieged troops were mobilized on a large scale, and seemed to be trying to encircle our North Gate army!"...
The sudden change of the situation, and a series of urgent reports caused an uproar in the central army where Qin Yang of the Yellow Turban Army. A great form just now suddenly disappeared. No one of the Yellow Turban Army generals except Qin Yang understood this.
What's wrong? Why was the chaotic official army able to reverse the entire battlefield in such a short time? Everyone looked at Qin Yang with their eyes unanimously.
Qin Yang's face was cold. Although everything was as expected, it all came too quickly and suddenly. Qin Yang might have a hint of luck just now. After all, He Jin was just a second-rate character in history.
Apart from making wedding dresses for Dong Zhuo, it can be said that there is no excessive description of him.
But at this time, Qin Yang realized that the person who could take the position of a great general in the empire might be overshadowed compared to the brilliant generals in other troubled times, but he was definitely not the ordinary person like ordinary people.
!A person who can hold the position of tyranny and keep his name on the long river of history for thousands of years must not be underestimated!
"Zhang Mancheng!"
"The last one is here!" Zhang Mancheng, who was still wrapped in a simple bandage, urged the horse to come to Qinyang horse and bowed to wait for his order.
"Our army reserve team still has 10,000 elite cavalry and 5,000 infantry. All of them are left to you! Give me a breakthrough in the central government and take down He Jin's central army! Once the enemy's central army is broken, it will definitely collapse!"
"Your Highness, but those rebels..." Zhang Mancheng's eyes flashed with surprise. He knew how dangerous it was for Qin Yang to do this, not to mention the wings of the Yellow Turban Army being in danger at this time. If Qin Yang handed over all the troops to himself, even if it was
Those rebels who came from all sides might not be able to resist the two thousand guards under Qin Yang.
"Military orders are like a mountain! Zhang Mancheng received the order!" Qin Yang's tone was unquestionable.
"Zhang Mancheng's order! Your Highness, take care of yourself..." Zhang Mancheng raised his head and looked at Qin Yang with a choked sob. At this time, in Zhang Mancheng's eyes, Qin Yang was no longer a 16 or 17-year-old who became the King of the Yellow Turban by relying on his luck.
Young man, he had already seen Zhang Mancheng's former great wise teacher in a trance. His calm and steady aura and confidence from the heart all deeply impressed Zhang Mancheng.
"Go, God bless the Yellow Turban!" Qin Yang did not give Zhang Mancheng a chance to say more.
"God bless the Yellow Turban! Long live the Ming King!" Zhang Mancheng held the spear in his hand tightly, shouted, and bowed deeply to Qin Yang. Then he hit the horse's belly hard and rushed straight to the battlefield. Behind him,
Ten thousand cavalry and five thousand infantry roared out, and there was no need to say more at this time. The Yellow Turban Army's beliefs, the Yellow Turban King was behind them, and they could only serve their lives with death!
"Your Highness, let's go to the top of the city to watch the battle..." After Zhang Mancheng led his troops away, only two thousand personal guards under Qin Yang stood alone under the banner of the "Yellow Turban King". Ma Yuanyi pondered for a moment and said softly.
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"Military advisor..." Qin Yang took a deep breath and said softly: "If even the Yellow Turban King escaped into Xiangcheng, then will there be hope for our victory in this battle?"
Ma Yuanyi sighed lightly. It was not that he didn't understand this truth, but he was really worried about Qin Yang's safety. "Your Highness, you go to the city to preside over the overall situation. I will never retreat under the banner. No one will know..."
"Yuan Yi, forget it..., the Yellow Turban Army without the Ming King is not the Yellow Turban Army. Similarly, the Ming King without the Yellow Turban Army is still the Yellow Turban King?" Qin Yang waved his hand to stop Ma Yuanyi's words, and looked at the dust rolling in his eyes.
The battlefield. As a time traveler, Qin Yang didn’t know when he started to change.
Originally, after Qin Yang found that he had traveled through time, he wanted to use his knowledge of "predating the unknown" to survive in this turbulent era, with high officials and generous salaries, and beautiful wine and beautiful women, enjoying the ultimate of the world two thousand years ago. But Qin Yang
But I found that I had changed my mind without realizing it.
I remembered the dying Zhang Jiao, the honest and brave Guan Hai, the Zhang Mancheng, who was ready to die, the iron-blooded military advisor Ma Yuanyi, Guo Jia, and the words Zhang Jiao said at the end of his death... Qin Yang found that he had changed
A heavy sense of responsibility was heavily pressed on his heart.
Qin Yang slowly closed his eyes. The Yellow Turban Army, a legend that withered rapidly in history like a flash of cereus, even though he had known that it would disappear soon, why could not give up? Could it be because of the temptation of power?
Or is it because of Zhang Jiao? Thinking of the last words Zhang Jiao left for him, Qin Yang suddenly felt extremely tired. If I hadn't traveled here, would this world really change?
Qin Yang shook his head fiercely, smiled at Ma Yuanyi, and said, "Military advisor, don't be too pessimistic. Now He Jin and I are like two people fighting and killing each other red. It's not my knife to cut off his first
The head is his gun pierced my chest first! This is a big bet, there is no way out. Now we are fighting for it, who is faster and who is lucky..."
Ma Yuanyi had just come back to his senses from Qin Yang's name "Yuanyi". He seemed to hear Zhang Jiao calling softly beside him. Ma Yuanyi stared at Qin Yang in a daze. Although Qin Yang's words were relaxed,
But he heard the huge murderous intent contained in it.
The battle continued. After Zhang Mancheng rushed into the battlefield with Qin Yang's last reserve army, the pressure on the middle side of the official army suddenly intensified. Under the repeated charges of most of the elite Yellow Turban Army, He Jin's central command
The position was already full of holes. Even the Imperial Guards and Bingzhou Army, which were fighting to the death with the "Broken Arrow Order", could not withstand the crazy offensive from the Yellow Turban Army on the opposite side.
He Jin also fought at this time. After the reserve army was sent to the front line by him, he once again sent all the supervisor teams to the front line. Five thousand guards under his command served as the responsibility of supervising the battle, and five thousand long swords were the word "a word".
Randomly stood behind the army coldly and ruthlessly. Some long swords were covered with the blood of fleeing comrades.
Compared with the Yellow Turban Army's sharp edge in the middle, Huang Long Huang Shao and Zhang Niujiao Han Zhong on the left and right wings were in a mess. Facing the crazy attacks of Cao Cao, Zhu Jun, Dong Zhuo, Sun Jian, and Lu Zhi, they were drawn.
The Yellow Turban Army, which had almost half of the elite, could not stop the imperial army even if it fought to the death.
After receiving the order of no return to the middle road, the imperial army on the left and right wings rushed forward with red eyes. They stepped on the corpse of the Yellow Turban Army and the corpse of their companions and moved forward. They had only one goal, that is, in the north of Xiangcheng.
The big flag flying high under the door! Killing the "Yellow Turban King" is a supreme honor for any soldier in the empire!
This is a very strange war, and both sides of the war seem to have forgotten the defense. Offense has become the theme of this war. A bright yellow sword is stabbing the core of the official army, but two black spears
But he also rushed straight into the Yellow Turban Army without any scruples! Speed, will and belief became the key to the decisive victory in this war!
On this day, the entire land around Xiangcheng was trembling, and all the beasts in the surrounding mountains were hiding in their nests, and countless terrifying and greedy eyes flashed in the darkness. Pungent corpses appeared above the boundless corpses
The smell of blood stimulates the olfactory nerves of these wild beasts. They do not understand why the extremely powerful humans still have to fight, but they have inadvertently become the biggest beneficiaries of the war.
"Your Highness, the beacon fire has been ignited on the top of the city, and the rebels are about to arrive!"
A look of despair flashed through Ma Yuanyi's eyes. In fact, without reminding him, Qin Yang had already felt the vibration of the earth. It was the rushing vibration of hundreds of thousands of people. Qin Yang seemed to hear the deafening roar and saw the sword mountain and sword sea.
The murderous aura had already come to his face before the rebels arrived.
"Military advisor, prepare for the decisive battle!"
"Swear to protect Your Highness to the death, long live the Yellow Turban King!" Ma Yuanyi drew out his long sword and shouted.
"Swear to protect Your Highness to the death! Long live the Yellow Turban King!" Two thousand Yellow Turban guards roared a tragic voice.
"Guan Hai, I'll leave the flag of the Yellow Turban Army to you. Remember, the flag is there!" After Qin Yang explained the last thing, he also pulled out the sword at his waist.
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