Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Pang Hun tried his best to boost morale, but the Yellow Turban thief under his command was about to droop down with a pair of panda eyes after a full night of noise.

On the other hand, Liu Ye used hanging sheep to beat the drums last night, exhausting the enemy and disturbing the enemy. Most of the elite in the city rested for the whole night. At this moment, he was really well-stocked and powerful.

The strength of the two armies is already clear at a glance. The Yellow Turban thieves are pushing and pushing and shouting. Some people want to take advantage of the chaos to escape. Naturally, Pang Hun ordered the supervising team to hold the sword and axe to arrest the deserters, but everyone Pushing and shouting, the eyes of the yellow scarf thief who hadn't closed his eyes all night were bloodshot, and his spirit was extremely irritable, and he immediately quarreled.

"Don't mess up, we don't have enough food. Only when everyone in Licheng can eat a bowl of rice and form a good formation. If you defeat Liu Ye, you can eat until you die." Pang Hun shouted hoarsely, but the yellow towel under his command The thief can still listen to it, after all, this is a crowd of tens of thousands, and supports the old and the young. After all, Zhou Jun is a direct disciple of Zhang Jiao, the commander of the imperial party, and the rough art of war can barely rectify the army.

And Pang Hun is a rascal, no one knows how to fight, he only knows how to yell and yell, and when others don’t obey the knife, the Yellow Turban thief not only shows signs of collapse, but even has the possibility of civil strife, everyone Pulling the knife out of its sheath, screaming and screaming.

Wu De, standing next to Liu Ye, smiled disdainfully and said: "These thieves fight like this before our army takes the shot. Why bother with the big brother himself. A certain group of 500 soldiers may not be impossible to break."

The corner of Liu Ye's mouth raised: "The Yellow Turban thieves are so powerful that they should not be underestimated, but now the thieves have caused Xiao Qiang, and the kings will follow me."

I saw a long beam rising high, the sun's brilliance shining on the tip, reflecting the dazzling brilliance, and then falling heavily, the thunderous drums on the city’s head blasted, the first more than three hundred horses did not He mounted his horse and charged forward in a hurry, but rode his horse forward slowly. The infantry on the wings of the geese formation kept in line with it, and moved forward slowly, spears like a forest.

A powerful oppressive trend suddenly formed, and the world became extremely oppressive. The Yellow Turban thief who was still in the civil strife suddenly calmed down and stared intently at the Han army advancing forward.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the yellow turban thief in the front row could even see the expectant faces of the soldiers in the front row. When they were about a hundred steps away, the Han army suddenly stopped for a short time... and then it only slowed down. The cavalry who rode slowly forward suddenly reined, and more than three hundred horses roared out, madly advancing, like a sharp arrow roaring from a strong bowstring, about to shoot into the enemy's heart.

Serial armored horses, that is, piles of heavy cavalry, this kind of tactics actually appeared in the Song and Jin dynasties, whether it is the Song Dynasty military code records or Jin Wushu's kidnappers are typical representatives of heavy cavalry. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, the so-called Han cavalry were actually whistling light cavalry, and the cavalry only made an impact and formed an indomitable trend.

More than three hundred cavalry troops came galloping in, and the distance of one hundred steps was fleeting. The rumbling horses’ hoof trampled on the ground, trampling out the loess in the ground, especially Liu Ye, who was the leader of the horse, wearing leather armor and holding a long arm. , The body is low, the legs clamp the belly of the horse, there is almost a sweeping spirit.

The Yellow Turban thieves became agitated, especially when they saw the great power of the cavalry charge. Many of the Yellow Turban thieves were shaken. They used to be noisy before, pushing each other and the extremely tight formation gradually became thinner. Pang Hun still didn't know what was going on. In fact, as a commander, he had already committed the biggest mistake, that is, facing the formed cavalry unit but not ordering the army to assemble.

The impact accumulated by running makes the cavalry invincible, especially in the open fields of Qingzhou. The infantry must be densely formed, relying on each other to be able to resist the violent impact of the cavalry force, and these Yellow Turban thieves are loose. However, he didn't know his formation, a huge disaster was coming.

Finally, Liu Ye, like a sharp knife, first entered the Yellow Turban thieves formation. He was not an ordinary master of Chinese martial arts who only practiced his fists and kicks. He was able to play freely with eight great spears, especially in this sparse formation. After slashing, it swept into a storm for a while, and the yellow turban thief's body shriveled because of hunger couldn't help his slashing and sweeping.

With a fierce general like Liu Ye taking the lead as a sharp knife, the three hundred riders behind him were able to go back and forth in the sparse formation of the Yellow Turban thief. I saw more than three hundred riding hurricanes were involved in a yellow tide, as if there was a wind and snow in the raging tide, regardless of everything. It looked like three hundred fire oxen whose tails were lit, and they rushed forward. Although the Yellow Turban thieves were crowded and powerful, their sparse formation couldn't resist the violent advance of more than 300 riders. The slayed thief retreated, and the corpses were everywhere.

More than three hundred horses broke through from the center of the Yellow Turban thieves' formation, and corpses were everywhere on the way. They were frightened and hurried to flee to both sides, but the disaster was far from over. The distance of one hundred steps was just an assault for the cavalry unit, and the thousands of Han infantry who followed closely followed. They slept all night last night, and now they have enough energy and vitality. The cavalry had just torn open the position of the Yellow Turban thief with the momentum of thunder. The infantry keenly seized this opportunity, slammed into the mouth, and began to massacre the Yellow Turban thief who was frightened.

Yes, it is massacre. Because of the dense formation of the Han army, it was not like the stragglers of the Yellow Turban thief who rushed west and east, but slowly advancing forward like a copper wall full of swords. Any Yellow Turban thief who was knocked down would be a dead end.

The Yellow Turban thieves didn't have many casualties at a time, and about a thousand people. However, the already low morale of the Yellow Turban thief was hit again, and deserters had appeared scattered, angry Pang Hun gritted his teeth but was helpless.

And Liu Ye led the three hundred cavalrymen in an assault and tore apart the formation, his eyes were on a large flag that was swaying in the wind, and under the flag, there was a huge army horse that was not panicked at this time, it was indeed Pang. Mu and his supervising team.

Ranger Xu Zang was covered in blood and excitedly said: "Brother Liu, capture the thief first, capture the king. He just had a trot, and the horse is not very happy. How about I just catch this handsome yellow turban?"

Liu Ye shook his head slightly. Although the Yellow Turban thief appeared to be defeated, Pang Hun's supervising team was tightly formed.