New Story of Lv Bu

Cheng Lian took the lead, leading the tiger and leopard rides to roll in, a beautiful charge, and the huge wedge-shaped triangle burst into the yellow turban pawn. The tiger and leopard riders flew up and down with the swords in their hands, cutting down thousands of heads in an instant. The huge horseshoes rumbled over the corpses of the yellow turban steppers, and they continued to advance like a vicious spirit.

Without the close cooperation of spearmen and swordsmen, and without a rigorously trained infantry, ordinary infantry simply cannot withstand the assaults of heavy cavalry. "Brothers! For the sake of peace in the world! Fight with the Han army!" A yellow turban leader shouted and formed a round formation with hundreds of strong pawns, trying to stop the attack of the tiger and leopard riders.

Three hundred rattan cards shielded the sword player's body tightly, and more than two hundred spearmen clenched their spears with both hands and squatted on the ground. The tip of the spear pointed diagonally to the front, the tail of the spear was thrust into the ground diagonally, and the seventy or eighty crossbowmen opened their bows and pointed their arrows diagonally forward. This is the skill they have learned from fighting the Han army many times.

Maybe it’s because of fear, maybe it’s because of nervousness. Everyone’s face is covered with greasy sweat. The sweat is getting more and more, and it gradually gathers between the chest and abdomen. The big beads of sweat fall on the clothes and armor drop by drop. On, on the ground. However, no one cares about where the sweat drops, they are more concerned about whether they can withstand the attack of the heavy cavalry of the Union State Army!

Everyone held their breath and waited for that moment to come. Either the iron cavalry of the Union State Army rumblingly stepped on their corpses, or they dropped the Union State Cavalry to chop off their horses! In any case, many people will die, either the Yellow Turbans or the Union State Cavalry! The omnipresent Zhonghuang Taiyi! Please bless your devout followers! Let the unbelievers die unfaithfully, and let the fanatics have eternal life! Bless us to win this battle!

Cheng Lian noticed the circle formed by these six or seven hundred yellow turban pawns at a glance. He swept away with the corner of his eye. There were still six or seven similar circles. Only a few thousand yellow turban pawns were resisting. Fleeing in all directions. "Rush up! Flatten them! Kill them all!" Cheng Lian Mo pointed a knife, and Yi Ma took the lead in the charge.

Peng! Puff! The Xiliang steed under Cheng Lian's crotch collided with the yellow turban circle without any fancy. The high-speed galloping horse rushed into the yellow turban. Only a scream was heard, and a dozen yellow turban pawns were knocked into the sky. Cheng Lian grinned, Mo Dao slashed left and right. Driven by the high-speed galloping horse, the blade dashed across the body of the yellow turban pawn, and a **** mist flew up, and a dozen yellow turban pawns fell to the sky.

Horseshoe thumping, screaming again and again, a thousand tiger riders drove straight in, and the yellow turban army's circle formation was suddenly knocked open by a big gap. As the tiger ride continued to deepen, the gap got bigger and bigger, the yellow turban player and the spear player in the original position were trampled to death by the war horse, or hacked to death by the mob, or soaring in the sky.

The Yellow Turban crossbowmen only had time to shoot an arrow before being hacked to death by the rushing Tiger Cavalry. The rapid breathing of the horse was mixed with the screams of the yellow turban pawns, and the whirring wind combined with the chopping sound of Mo Dao, playing a battlefield symphony. The sky was full of flying trapeze, pieces of stumps and pieces of meat, mixed with blood and splashed everywhere, in the sky, underground, on people, and on horses. The tiger riders are **** faces, flexibly controlling the horses, enjoying the thrill of fighting. Since the Eastern Expedition, it has not been so happy for a long time!

In the time of Xiaobanzhuxiang, Cheng Lian had already pierced the yellow turban, and there was a mess behind him. "Put down your weapons! Those who surrender on your knees will not die!" This is the leopard riding trailing the battlefield. Cheng Lian didn't look back. He slowed down his horse and let the galloping horse take a breath. There were tens of thousands of yellow scarfs running away in front of him.

The three Yellow Turbans in the far north have completely collapsed, and the biggest weakness of the Yellow Turbans has finally been beaten out by the Union State Army. That is, they have not fought several large-scale **** battles and have no experience in fighting large-scale cavalry units. If the war is raised by war, after finishing the battle with Huang Fusong from the left and Zhu Jun from the right, and then against the Beijing army, and finally against the Bingzhou army, it is unknown who will die.

But when the Yellow Turban Army was first created, it was against the Bingzhou Army, and the result could be imagined with the toes. How can the yellow turban of the rabble withstand the elite Bianzhou army? The Silver Fox Ghost Army’s catapults and bed crossbows have caused the Yellow Turban Army to suffer, and the camp and the White Army have caused the Yellow Turban Army to suffer heavy casualties. Morale is declining again and exhausted. The Yellow Turbans are already at the end of their crossbows. The Tiger and Leopard Rider’s thunder assault is only the last straw to crush the camel.

The remaining more than 10,000 yellow turban pawns dropped their weapons, shields, armors, and helmets, screamed screaming, and rushed toward the yellow turban array desperately, like a mercury drop, and suddenly the three 10,000-person teams behind him It was a mess. After experiencing two heavy casualties, the endurance of the Yellow Turban Army reached its limit and finally collapsed completely.

Cheng Lian did not rush, controlled the speed of the horse, and kept hanging behind the Yellow Turban defeated soldiers, but didn't make any moves. Seeing that the yellow turban stepper slowed down, he rushed to chop down a few heads. As long as the Tigers and Leopard Cavaliers maintain the pressure on the Yellow Turban defeated soldiers and keep them running, unable to stop, and even unable to think normally, the Yellow Turban defeated soldiers will rush to their camp like brow flies, causing even greater damage. mess. This kind of chaos gets bigger and bigger, and an avalanche will happen, leading to the collapse of the entire Yellow Turban.

Bocai was immediately on the hill, very annoyed in his heart, he did not expect that the Bingzhou army would be so difficult to chew! It seemed that the set of dealing with Huangfusong and Zhu Jun was completely unworkable. The old and weak women and children stayed in Xihua, unable to perform the decisive attack of burning jade and stone. How can this be good? He was so anxious that his eyes burst into flames and he thumped his chest and feet.

Seeing that the yellow turban pawns collapsed more and more, and there was a faint avalanche, in desperation, he sighed and made a choice. "Procedure! The whole army retreats and concentrates on the hill where I am! All the carriages and timbers from the general are moved out and placed in front of the battle to block the attack of the Han cavalry! The broken soldiers assemble and reorganize after the battle, and those who violate the order will be killed. amnesty!"

His orders were well implemented. After a quarter of an hour, the four 10,000-strong teams finally regrouped around the hills, and two lines of defense were hurriedly laid out with carriages and trees on the periphery. But these arrangements can only be held for a while. If the Han army attacked with catapults and giant crossbows again, it would be a miracle for the Yellow Turban army to persist for an hour.

As long as these catapults and huge crossbows surround the place, the Han army will order the surrenders to avoid death, and Bocai believes that many people will cut down their heads to surrender the Han army. The great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao founded the Taiping Dao, giving hope to the people and disciples who are not as good as death. However, at the juncture of life and death, people will put aside their ideals and beliefs and choose to survive, even if there is only a glimmer of hope for survival. ! This is human nature! It is the sorrow of the Yellow Turban and the sorrow of his Bocai!

Bocai looked far away. The Han cavalry had been divided into dozens of teams, wolves rushed to the mound in the vast field, and forced the yellow turban steppers to lay down their weapons with swords, horses and bows. They knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands and waited for their weight. The soldiers stepped forward and escorted them to the rear. "Put down your weapons! Those who kneel to surrender will not die."

The yellow turban infantrymen holding their heads kneeling and surrendering were everywhere, and the figures of Han cavalry were everywhere. Wei Yue led the 10,000 White Army, divided into dozens of teams, hundreds of people in a team, blocking the scattered yellow trousers everywhere, as long as the escaped yellow trousers were not able to follow, they would immediately be pierced by an arrow.

This method was extremely effective. Under the intimidation of the White Army's bow and arrow, all three to four thousand yellow turban pawns put down their weapons, knelt on the ground with their heads in their arms, and waited for the Bingzhou Army to fall. Three thousand heavy soldiers came galloping on horseback, escorting the prisoners into a large depression, leaving only a few hundred people to search the battlefield.

The large-scale fighting has stopped, and sporadic battles are still going on, and those who are strong in fighting will use healthy yellow turbans. Under the iron knights and bows of the Union State Army, these yellow turban key pawns were immediately shot into a sieve, or fell under the sharp knife. Only less than 10,000 yellow turban pawns gathered under the hill again, and the rest were left on the battlefield either dead or descended.

Standing under the banner of Lu, Lu Bu's sharp eyes scanned the entire battlefield. The tiger and leopard riding team has long been completed, divided into three teams to keep an eye on the 50,000 yellow towels under the hill. Gaoshun's camp has all been mounted, slowly rushing to the hills, behind the camp, there are ten catapults and thirty crossbows. After a quarter of an hour, they will launch a new attack.

It seems that the overall situation is set, as long as the trebuchet and bed crossbow are deployed. Then ordered the surrenders to avoid death, I believe that at least half of the yellow turbans will go down the mountain and surrender. This was also the battle plan that he had deduced countless times with Jia Xu and Gao Shun before the war. The warriors have no great achievements, and the chaos is about to begin. It is important to preserve more vitality for the Han people.

At the same time, Bocai's thoughts had already crossed the northern mountains and settled on Pengtu's ten thousand cavalry. Lao Peng, I have already suffered a complete defeat here, and I have supported it for less than half an hour. If you don't do anything, the great situation we just exonerated will be over! One hundred thousand yellow turbans, millions of dependents will all be beheaded!

So, where is Pengtu?

Pento had just arrived in the mountains four or five miles north of the hill, which was the large dense forest where the Union State Army had previously hidden. After more than half an hour of galloping, the people and horses are a little tired. These people were farmers with **** and agricultural tools not long ago, and they couldn't compare with regular cavalry at all. Pentor had to order a quarter of an hour to rest and regain his strength.

He was always concerned about the situation in the south, and all the scouts sent back were contradictory information, and he couldn't judge the authenticity for a while. I had to climb up the big tree where Lu Bu and Gao Shun had observed the enemy's situation, and personally observed the enemy's situation. This mountain is much higher than the hill where Huangfu Song Zhujun is located. From a distance, the battlefield can be seen clearly.

He witnessed the assault of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and the collapse of the Yellow Turban Pawn. He sighed and slipped down the tree.

"The whole army, prepare for a sneak attack!" Peng Tuo gave the order loudly. He knew that if he didn't make a move, the Yellow Turban would be over.

##### An error occurred during the busy schedule. The previous chapter was scheduled to 12: 00, and it should be scheduled to 5: 00, so I had to send both chapters together.