"Commander, there is something going on in Nanxiang City!"
The scout's report made Pei Yuanshao, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the forest, raise his eyebrows, and two cold stars burst out from his slender eyes. After days of rapid marching and dormant like a hibernating snake, the only one among the Yellow Turban Army was
The calm and taciturn Pei Yuanshao could do the job. If it were Zhou Cang, he might have been discovered by the alert Montenegrin army by this time.
On the top of Cangshan Mountain on the edge of Nanxiang City, Pei Yuanshao stared expressionlessly at the black tofu-like formation at the bottom of the mountain. Even he was shocked by the motionless momentum of the Black Mountain Army's neat formation.
A nearly three-meter-long spear stood upright in the sky, and six 6,000-man spear phalanxes were divided on the left and right wings of Nanxiang City Gate. There was silence among the entire 36,000-person team, with heavy breathing and firm eyes.
All of them reveal their glory as a prestigious army.
A moment later, the sound of "rumbling" sounded, and the gate of Nanxiang City slowly opened. Four thousand soldiers wearing black armor and yellow scarves came out silently with sharp long swords in their hands. These were Zhang Yan's personal guards.
The Black Mountain Army is the most ruthless law enforcement team among the Montenegrin Army. The swords in their hands are not only stained with the blood of the enemy, but they are also responsible for beheading every deserter.
"Insert the knife!" A loud shout came from the burly law enforcement captain with a mustache eight feet tall. His exposed chest in the cold wind and his bell-like roar showed his toughness and domineering power as a Saibei barbarian.
"Brush!" With an almost uniform voice, all four thousand long knives were inserted into the frozen land in front of the law enforcement team. Outside the gate of Nanxiang City, a corridor made of sharp blades was filled with cold murderous aura.
"I sincerely invite Commander Heishan Qu to march for the three armies!" Zuo Mouzhangba's voice sounded again, and the entire Nanxiang City was silent.
Zhang Yan's figure appeared on the corridor made of long swords. Behind him were the important generals of the Montenegrin Army, Yu Du, the commander of the left battalion of the cavalry, Sui Gu, the commander of the right battalion, and Yang Feng, the Montenegrin military advisor. Murderous aura surged out, and raindrops
Amidst the sound of horse hoofbeats, the pride of the Montenegrin army, and the sharpest sword that Zhang Jiao spent countless efforts to build, the Montenegrin cavalry, wearing black armor and yellow scarves on their heads, followed their commander out of the city.
"All the 18,000 soldiers of the Black Mountain Army's Spear Left Camp have been assembled!" Li Damu said loudly as he stepped forward.
"All 18,000 soldiers of the Black Mountain Army's Spear Right Battalion have been assembled!" Yu Digen showed no sign of weakness.
"Five thousand men from the left camp of the Black Mountain Cavalry will serve to the death!" Yu Du's voice was extremely proud.
"Five thousand of the right battalion of the Montenegrin cavalry will defend the glory of the Montenegrin army to the death!" Sui Gu changed his expression and straightened his back on the horse.
"The four thousand dead soldiers in the Black Mountain Law Enforcement Camp are loyal to his commander, please give him instructions!" Zuo Mouzhangba's voice was like thunder.
Zhang Yan nodded with satisfaction and looked at the brothers who had followed him through life and death. He looked at the unwavering faces and the extremely powerful troops. The Black Mountain Army is a glorious army. They don't have the strength of Huang Tianying.
Famous, there is no weapon of the White Wave Army, but it is a sharp sword hidden among hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban Army by the great sage master Zhang Jiao! One day, this sharp sword will emit a dazzling light that will make the whole world
Be shocked by it and make your enemies fearful!
Thinking of Zhang Jiao, a trace of sadness flashed across Zhang Yan's eyes. The upright man, the man who had always made all the Yellow Turban Army look up to him, and even the entire Han Empire trembled, is gone. But Zhang Yan will never give up.
Zhang Jue's will, Zhang Jue is Zhang Yan, the soul of the entire Yellow Turban Army!
"The great sage said..." Zhang Yan's voice slowly sounded, "Our Black Mountain Army will not move unless we move, but if we move, we must scare the enemy and shock the world! We are the sharp sword of the Yellow Turban Army. We must not only kill
All enemies of the Yellow Turban Army must also kill all the traitors in the world! Long live the Yellow Turbans! The great virtuous teacher’s spirit is immortal!”
"Long live the Yellow Turban! The great virtuous teacher is immortal!" The roars that burst out from the throats of 50,000 warriors at the same time converged into a thunderous torrent, and the entire Nanxiang City was shaking!
"Now in the Yellow Turban Army, Qinyang's thieves have usurped the throne and seized power. The Holy Lady personally issued an edict to kill the traitors. What should we do?"
"Kill Qin Yang, comfort the spirit of the great virtuous teacher in heaven, and restore our golden age of the Yellow Turban! Long live the Saint! Long live the Yellow Turban! Long live the Black Mountain Army!" There was a forest of swords and spears, sabers were waving, and a strong murderous aura went straight into the sky.
"Okay! Not far ahead, the Qinyang dog thieves are besieging the new city, and the trash from the Houtu Camp are waiting on the other side of the Han River. We will use the swords and guns in our hands to let them know what the loyalty of the Yellow Turban Army is.
What is the real sword of the Yellow Turban Army! Brothers! Slaughter the Houtu camp, rush to the aid of the new city, and kill Qin Yang! Long live the Yellow Turban!"
"Slaughter the Hou Tu camp, rush to the aid of the new city, kill Qin Yang! Long live the Yellow Turban!" The ear-splitting roar echoed in the mountains, and the 50,000 Black Mountain tiger and wolf army moved with a bang! The cavalry's sabers were like snow, and the spearmen's spears
Like Lin, the supervising team is cold and ruthless, and their murderous intent is directed towards the bank of the Han River!
In the large tent of the back camp, Guo Jia, who was sleeping at his desk and drooling, suddenly raised his head. A biting chill immediately drove away Guo Jia's sleepiness in an instant.
"Come here! The two generals Yan Zheng and Tao Sheng are ordered to immediately lead their troops to act according to the plan! The rest of the troops are all at the bank of the Han River, ready to meet the enemy!"
"It's time to come, it's here..." A cold light flashed in Guo Jia's eyes, he stood up, arranged his clothes and walked out of the Chinese army's tent.
"Report to Commander Qu, the enemy's rear camp has been deployed along the opposite bank of the Han River and has formed a formation!"
"Houtu Camp? What a joke." Before Zhang Yan could speak, Sui Gu laughed wildly and said, "Brother, give me a quarter of an hour. I will lead my five thousand cavalry to sweep away this bunch of rubbish."
Zhang Yan ignored Sui Gu's request to fight, but looked at Yang Feng, who had been silent beside him, and said, "Military advisor, do you think there is anything wrong with Hou Tuying's move?"
Yang Feng pondered for a moment and said: "Houtu Camp is originally a weak force. Although it once rescued Qin Yang under Xiangcheng, its actual combat power is average. Qin Yang placed Houtu Camp behind him with only two soldiers.
There are two possibilities. First, Qin Yang only defended his back symbolically, and the rear camp only served as a deterrent and communication..."
"Commander, if this is the case, then we should destroy this bunch of rubbish immediately, otherwise Qin Yang will be in trouble if he escapes after discovering our army's movements. Brother, let me..."
"Third brother, shut up!" Zhang Yan glared at Sui Gu, then looked at Yang Feng, "Commander, please continue."
Yang Feng smiled and said: "Second, the Houtu camp is very strong. They have already calculated our move. If we attack rashly, we may fall into their trap."
"Tricky plot? Now that the Han River is frozen, it has long lost its role as a natural barrier. The flat plains are particularly beneficial to our cavalry assault. What are the military advisors worried about?" Zhang Yan asked doubtfully.
Yang Feng shook his head and said: "I don't know... I just feel that this matter is far from being as simple as imagined..."
"If there is any treacherous plot, let me go up and try it out! Brother, my brothers can't wait for a long time. They are all eager to ride horses on the Han River!" Sui Gu heard that Yang Feng couldn't explain it clearly, so he couldn't help but ask for a fight again.
"Yeah, that's fine! Third brother, just go and have a look." Zhang Yan thought for a moment and said.
"My order! Brothers of the cavalry right camp, take out your sabers and come with me to sweep up the garbage in the rear camp!" After receiving Zhang Yan's consent, Sui Gu was extremely excited. After a whistle, the five thousand Black Mountain cavalry shouted at the same time.
He raised his saber and cheered loudly.
"General Sui, Qin Yang is extremely cunning. If you see anything unusual, please return to the army immediately!" Yang Feng still had a faint worry in her heart.
"Commander, don't worry! Qin Yang is still at the foot of the new city. What danger can there be? Brothers, follow me!" Sui Gu waved his big sword in high spirits, and the five thousand cavalry suddenly accelerated. Smoke and dust billowed up and snowflakes flew. The Black Mountain cavalry was like a black sword.
The sharp sword, filled with murderous intent, rushed to the bank of Han River with the glory and dream of the cavalry!
"Commander Guo, the Black Mountain cavalry has anti-slip iron nails under their horses' hooves during winter battles. They charge on the ice as if they were walking on flat ground. They are the most elite cavalry among our Yellow Turban Army..."
"Elite? What a pity..." Guo Jia was riding on his horse, listening to the introduction of Tao Sheng, the commander of Houtu Camp, while staring thoughtfully at the black storm rolling on the other side.
Just when the flag of the Black Mountain Army was faintly visible on the other side of the Han River, Guo Jia suddenly drew his sword and said in a cold voice: "Commander Tao, I have ordered all the soldiers in the army to prepare to meet the enemy. No soldier under me in the whole army is allowed to retreat.
The last step! Never let a Montenegrin army step onto the river bank!"
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