When He Jin looked at the army that suddenly appeared from behind, these terrifying words suddenly flashed in his mind. He could not imagine his mood when he saw all this, and an inexplicable chill suddenly surged into his heart.
There was no flag, no sound of killing, and even lifeless. Countless warriors suddenly emerged from behind the imperial army that had already pressed forward with its entire army at this moment! These warriors had empty eyes and were wearing torn pieces of armor. There were yellow scarf soldiers and official soldiers. The blood had long been gone. The dry, ferocious wounds were even covered with maggots, and the thick white bones in the wounds were hideous and terrifying. The smell of putrid corpses filled the air and made people sick.
Like evil ghosts that had just crawled out of hell, this army moved slowly and sluggishly towards the imperial army's commanding platform. They were like puppets held by invisible threads, their movements stiff. There was no sound. To be more precise, they were just living zombies!
"Ah...!" The shrill screams suddenly stopped, and a broken knife slashed into the neck of a Guardsman. In the frightened eyes of the Guardsmen, these evil spirits mercilessly raised the broken pieces in their hands. Weapons. They moved forward, using broken blades, sharp claws, and even teeth to devour every living life.
"Run away! The evil ghosts of the underworld are rushing out to seek their lives!" The guards responsible for guarding the commander's platform shouted in horror. They were not afraid of death, but they could not erase the fear from their hearts. He Jin The elite guards under his command quickly collapsed in the face of this formidable death aura.
"Don't panic! This must be the sorcery of the Yellow Turban Thief! Hold on, let me shoot!" He Jin pulled out his sword and shouted loudly.
The archer was in shock, but could not resist He Jin's order. One arrow after another shot through the air, and a dense rain of arrows filled the sky.
Amidst the penetrating sound of "Puff, Puff!", the evil ghosts continued to move forward. They seemed to have no feeling at all. The flying arrows penetrated their armor and pierced their heads. They felt nothing. , just moving forward stiffly while breathing in the breath of death, although the speed is slow, it never stops.
Looking at the enemies who were almost all covered with arrows and walking slowly like hedgehogs. The hands of the archers began to tremble. The guards in front had begun to collapse. Next, these evil ghosts were going to devour them. life.
"Run away!" Someone suddenly let out a cry of terror. As if the first domino was pushed, the entire archer position began to collapse rapidly! They dropped their bows and arrows in fear and headed towards the front of the battlefield. Run, even though the fiercest fighting is going on there, at least the opponents there are living people of flesh and blood!
"Bastard! Anyone who escapes from battle will be killed immediately! Come back!" He Jin roared while waving his sword, but his roar could not stop the fear of his soldiers at all, and the defense line behind the Imperial Guards was rapidly collapsing.
"Crunch, crunch..." The horrifying sound stimulated He Jin's eardrums. He knew that it was the sound of climbing up on the platform. The walking corpses and monsters were climbing up one by one. In just a few short seconds, Minutes later, the enemy had already rushed to the bottom of the commander's platform.
He Jin was holding his sword and his eyes were flickering. Behind him was the dragon flag symbolizing the Han Empire. Surrounded by him were frightened soldiers and monsters. What to do? The choice was in front of him, He Jin He is struggling. As long as he cuts off the dragon flag, hundreds of thousands of troops will immediately rush to help! But at this time, he is obviously closer to victory than the Yellow Turban Army! Do you want to give up?!
"Cut down the dragon flag!" Qin Yang clenched his fists and stared fiercely at the trembling flag. His nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, and traces of blood seeped out of Qin Yang's hands. That was the symbol of the Han Empire.
, is the soul of the Imperial Army! Once the Dragon Flag falls, the Imperial Army will be in chaos!
"Cut it down! The dragon flag is not as important as your life!" Among the corpse soldiers, the eyes of a "walking zombie" were flashing with light. His face was pale at this time and there was no life in his body at all. He knew that he
I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long. If He Jin is really not a famous general in the world as Qin Yang said, then there is a chance to force him to make a choice!
"Hey!" The sword raised high was slowly withdrawn by He Jin, his trembling palms already soaked with sweat. The words "Serve the empire to the death" were stuck as firmly as a stubborn fish bone.
He couldn't shout out in his throat.
Finally, He Jin stamped his feet fiercely and thrust the sword in his hand heavily on the general's platform, "Cut off the dragon flag and the whole army comes back to support!"
"Boom!" The dragon flag that stood high on the general stage, symbolizing the Han Empire, fell with a crash. At this time, He Jin also slumped to the ground as if all the strength in his body had been drained. He understood,
Although the dragon flag saved his life, the glorious victory that was so close to him and his own future would probably fall together with the dragon flag.
"Sir! The dragon flag has fallen!" Guan Hai cheered excitedly, and the sword in his hand caught the wind, as if the dragon flag had been cut off by him.
Sudden ecstasy instantly surged over Qin Yang's head, and Qin Yang's originally pale face was flushed with excitement, "Instruct the entire army to fight back! Kill! Kill me hard!"
"Huh... finally, it's over." Guo Jia, who was among the corpse soldiers, let out a long breath, and his tense nerves suddenly relaxed. Controlling the two thousand corpse soldiers to advance had almost exhausted all his strength.
Fatigue suddenly hit him, and he could no longer hold on.
"Plop, pop..." As Guo Jia fell, countless walking corpses also lost their strength instantly, and fell down one after another. Just a moment later, all the evil ghosts that made the Imperial Guards fearful became a corpse.
A real lifeless corpse.
"Sir, the general asked us to return reinforcements!"
Sun Jian and Lu Zhi looked at each other, waved the long sword in his hand and ordered: "Jiangdong Army, return to support the Chinese Army! Fight back with me!"
"Asshole! What the hell is He Jin doing!" Cao Cao glared at Zhang Niujiao who was in a state of disgrace not far away, turned his horse and gave the order, "Jiang Guards, the front team continues to charge, and the rear team follows me.
Return to the Central Army!"
"Ma Yuanyi, you are lucky today! I will definitely take your head next time! The soldiers of the three armies will fight with me back to the central army!" Huangfu Song pointed his spear and breathed heavily and issued the order.
"Want to run? It's not that easy!" Ma Yuanyi did not care about the deep bruises on his body, raised his sword high and shouted: "Soldiers of Houtu camp! The enemy's dragon flag has fallen, our army has won! The Yellow Turban Army
Long live! Long live King Ming! Kill him!"
"Long live the Yellow Turban Army! Long live King Ming!" The soldiers of Houtu camp roared wildly! They raised the swords and guns they snatched from the enemy and charged like a tide!
"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Yellow Turbans!" Zhang Mancheng, Pei Yuanshao, Zhou Cang, Huang Tianying and the Yellow Turban Cavalry shouted loudly, shaking the world!
"Long live King Ming! The Yellow Turbans will win!" Zhang Niujiao, Han Zhong's army followed Cao Cao and Zhu Jun's army and roared like venting their anger.
"Long live the Yellow Turban! Long live King Ming! Lord Huang Long Huang Shao will win! Son Jian, if you have the guts, don't run away!" Huang Long, who had just escaped the disaster, roared loudly. The excitement of the rest of his life made him shout the last words indiscriminately.
A familiar slogan.
The rush of troops was like a flood bursting its banks. The 300,000 Yellow Turban Army was like a huge irreversible torrent, rushing towards the retreating officers and soldiers. The fighting officers and soldiers did not know what return reinforcements and defeat meant.
, ordered them to retreat, then they had no choice but to obey, they had no choice but to completely expose their backs to the enemy, allowing them to be slaughtered!
The Yellow Turban Army was furious. The bloody men had already stripped off their clothes and armor and went into battle shirtless. Their waists were covered with the bloody heads of the enemy! Chase and slaughter! At this moment, the whole Xiangcheng and the whole earth began to go crazy.
!Blood merged into rivers and dyed every inch of the land red, and heads piled up into hills and stood tall!
"Failed, defeated..." He Jin had no time to take into account that the Chinese army was out of danger. He slumped on the general stage and muttered to himself. At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly become extremely old. He really didn't want to face that helpless situation.
The choice is to withdraw!
"We won! Guan Hai, we won!" Qin Yang hugged Guan Hai, who was also excited next to him, and couldn't help but kiss the face covered with cheeks and sweat.
.Victory! This is a decisive victory! The Yellow Turban King Ming looked up to the sky and roared on the battlefield.
"In the autumn of the seventh year of Emperor Guanghe's reign in the Han Dynasty, King Qin Yanggong of the Ming Dynasty came to the battlefield in person and defeated the empire's 500,000-strong army. The government and the public were shocked. The name of the Yellow Turban King Ming became awe-inspiring throughout the world, and the whole country was shocked." - "The Biography of the Three Kingdoms"
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