New Story of Lv Bu

The night was faint, and the spring breeze swept gently, shaking the lantern torch on the tower, but the sentry guarding the gate slept too hard and didn't notice it at all. Outside the north gate of Zhaoling City, Zhao Hong led his camp of eight thousand yellow turban warriors who had been waiting here for a long time. Zhao Hong was wearing a knee-length long dress with a pair of sleeve armors, his eyes fixed on the tower.

All of his 8,000 men were calm and calm, and there was no fluctuation in the face of the upcoming battle, as if they were going on an outing. well! This is the real warrior! An army with faith has a soul! Zhao Hong secretly rejoiced in his heart, and after dozens of battles along the way, the yellow turban warrior camp truly became an army.

They are ready to face death at any time. In their eyes, apart from fighting for peace and faith, there is no more him in this life. Died in battle! Go and die as soon as possible! It means to ascend to heaven one step earlier than others. The filthy world is no longer worthy of their nostalgia. The infinitely beautiful heaven is their ultimate destination!

At this moment, a lantern appeared on the north gate tower, and it swayed twice to the left and three times to the right. This was an agreed signal, which meant that the Han army at the North Gate had been completely resolved, and the Yellow Turban Lishi Camp could enter the city. After a while, the north gate of Zhaoling County opened slowly with a creak.

"Enter the city!" Zhao Hong waved his right hand, and the eight thousand yellow towels raised their feet and rushed towards the city gate.

Zhao Qian was shaken awake in his sleep. It took him a lot of effort to open his eyes. In front of him was Uncle Zhang with a helmet and a handsome face. "My lord! The big event is not good! The Yellow Turban has entered the city!" "What?" Zhao Qian suddenly disappeared from sleep, and immediately jumped to get dressed. Fortunately, in the summer, the armor was very quick to wear.

"Beat the drums and gather soldiers! Those who have been armored line up outside, those who are not armored are armored inside, and those who are not armored within fifty breaths, cut!" Zhang Dubo has already given the first order. Fortunately, in the past few days, Uncle Zhang has been issuing orders in place of Zhao Shijun, and the soldiers of Runan County have long been used to it. One by one hurriedly jumped up and dressed in armor.

In a flash, more than 5,000 people were dressed up in front of the government office in Zhaoling County. Zhang Dubo listened attentively, screaming for killing, and he was approaching from the north gate to the south, sweeping over him. "Array! The crossbowmen are in the rear! Left bend is in front, Zhongqu and Minzhuang are in the center, right and front bend are broken, and go out to the south gate!"

"No!" The army shouted violently, and rushed towards the south gate. Zhang Dubo led hundreds of cavalry, surrounded by Zhao Qian, and hurried towards the south gate. The five thousand Han army raised their feet together and headed straight for the South Gate. Zhaoling County is not big, but the South Gate is the only way to go. At this time, the shouting and killing in Zhaoling City had gradually calmed down.

"Listen to my orders if you want to survive! Line up! The county soldiers are in front, and the people are behind! The crossbowmen are ready to shoot!" Zhang Dubo rode on the horse and issued a series of orders before he was able to explain. "You absolutely can't retreat now! Once you retreat, the formation will be messed up, so you can only let the Yellow Turban slaughter! You must take a battle with the Yellow Turban, let them know how powerful, and then retreat! Only in this way can you be able to withdraw! , Die of the Yellow Turban! Retreat, die of military law! Death together, how can you die in battle?"

This sentence has reached the heart of the county soldiers and the people. It is a death to the left and right, so it is better to die in battle! At least there will be a pension! "This is a great remark!" "Uncle Zhang is right!" "As soon as we evacuated, we will disperse. Everyone will flee for their own lives, and they will die!" Seeing that the military's strength is available, Zhang Dubo's heart suddenly became clear.

"The crossbowmen are ready! Aiming at the south gate of Zhaoling City!" The officers cursed, kicked and beaten, and more than a thousand crossbowmen were finally ready. At this moment, I heard a sound of footsteps chasing from behind, just like the sea tide is rising. "Don't let Zhao Qian run away!" "Catch him!" The shouting and killing sounded loudly and swept over.

Hundreds of yellow trousers spouted from the south gate and swept toward the Han army. "Let's release the arrow!" Zhang Dubo gave an order! Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! The arrows of the Han army were like dark clouds covering the sun, shooting towards the yellow turban, and suddenly more than a hundred people were shot to the ground. "Chong!" "Don't let Zhao Qian run away!" The remaining yellow turban did not even flinch, and continued to rush towards the Han army.

There were dozens at first, and hundreds at the back. The South Gate of Zhaoling was like the big mouth of a giant beast, pouring out yellow scarf pawns continuously. Seeing the blood soaked, the yellow turban stepper with the arrow stick in his chest was still moving forward quickly, completely ignoring the blood that was constantly pouring out of his body, the Han army's crossbowmen were immediately frightened! Where is this person? Obviously an unkillable monster!

"Advance, reward! Retreat, kill without mercy!" Zhang Dubo knew that the most dangerous moment had arrived. As long as he survived the attack, the Han army would be 50% sure to withdraw. "Bowmen, keep shooting arrows! Knife player, spear player, ready to fight!" Following Zhang Dubo's order, the Han army's sword player and spear player shouted three times abruptly. "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

Cyclonus rushed into the Yellow Turban and immediately collided with the Han Army. They brandished their weapons and roared to fight the Han Army. Along the way, the martial arts of the yellow turban warriors who have gone through dozens of battles have improved remarkably. They have agile steps and fierce moves. The Han army often suffers a lot inadvertently.

The yellow turban warriors didn't have many moves, but they couldn't do more than eight or nine moves, but they were extremely useful, and they had the upper hand in dealing with this gang of melon eggs. A sturdy golden warrior had his left leg in front and his right leg in the back. He held the ring knife in his right hand. The head of the knife was down and the tip of the knife was outward. His right hand slammed up and split the two spears into two.

Then he flipped his wrist and pointed the knife down, and cut off the first level of a Han saber player. Before the corpse fell to the ground, he stepped forward and kicked the corpse into the Han army. The sturdy golden warrior flashed into the Han army formation, swiped the sword twice, and hacked two Han army spearmen to death.

Wow??? Dozens of yellow turban warriors followed him into the Han army.

This kind of drama is being staged everywhere, and the six-layer stride formation of the Han army was immediately plowed by the yellow turban warriors into more than ten gaps, and the complete Han army stride formation has become fragmented. Minzhuang in the middle was frightened by the ferocious golden warriors. Dozens of Minzhuang shouted, threw away their weapons, turned and ran away.

Click! Click! With a wave of the first knife in his hand, Uncle Zhang cut off the two big heads. "Those who retreat before the battle, kill without mercy!" His face was splattered with blood, it was his own blood. Click! Click! There was a sound of chopping melons and vegetables, and dozens of Minzhuang were decapitated by the officers. "Those who retreat before the battle, kill without mercy!" The officers shouted together!

Dozens of heads greatly shocked the people who wanted to escape, so they had to put down their fear and return to the battle. Humans are actually a kind of magical animal. When you are full of fear, you are always afraid of death for fear of death. However, when you have no retreat, you will become fearless. It's a death at best! Cut off the big scar on the head!

Once the people calmed down, their bodies were immediately full of courage, and they began to shout, boldly hacking and stabs at the yellow turban warriors. Only a dozen times would have a slight effect, and the slashes hurt the yellow turban warriors. ! Seeing the blood, the Minzhuang people felt at ease. It turns out that the Yellow Turban is also a human! It will also bleed! Since they are all human beings, are you afraid of a ball?

After dropping more than a thousand corpses, the Han army finally blocked the first attack of the yellow turban warrior. The Han soldiers took a sigh of relief, and the hanging heart in their hearts finally fell to the ground, which could be regarded as blocking this wave of attacks! "Second row, go up! First row, withdraw to the end!" According to Zhang Dubo's order, the Han army began to change its formation, preparing for the second attack of the Yellow Turban warriors.

Zhao Qian was scared a long time ago, even though he was still sitting on the horse, it seemed that Yuan Zhiyue stopped, his face full of grace. However, his body was trembling, so nervous that he couldn't even speak. Seeing that the first wave of attacks by the yellow turban warrior was finally blocked, he took a deep breath and was finally safe now!

At this time, he remembered that he was the prefect of Runan, the commander-in-chief of this army! Should I do something? Zhao Qian is very clever and made a decision in an instant. He drew out his sword and shouted: "Han army robes! I, Runan prefect Zhao Qian, will lead you to fight to the death here today! Or, let the yellow scarf go Step on our corpses, or let us kill them all! Killing the enemy and doing meritorious service, sealing up wives and shadows, just today! The Han army is mighty!"

"Han army mighty!" "Han army mighty!" "Han army mighty!" The remaining Han army shouted immediately.

"For the sake of peace in the world! Kill!" The golden man on the opposite side shouted at the same time without showing any weakness.

The two armies shouted slogans and began the second wave of tragic fights. The soldiers on both sides continued to fall. The seriously injured people had long lost consciousness, lying among the corpses on the floor waiting to die. People are constantly advancing and retreating on the blood-stained reddish-brown land. Every moment there are people falling down, shouting killing, the sound of weapons, and the faint cry of crying, which constantly stimulates people's nerves and makes them even more crazy. .

Zhao Hong stood on the south gate tower of Zhaoling City, looking down at a fight outside the gate, his brain was running quickly, calmly analyzing the situation of the battle. His yellow turban warrior battalion had fewer than 800 casualties, but the 7,000 Han army had been reduced by half, and it seemed that the battle could be completely ended in less than half an hour.

"Big boss, there is an emergency military situation!" A wooden slip was presented to the left and right. Zhao Hong opened it hurriedly and found that it was Juanxiu's handwriting, an autograph of his wife Yuluosa. Nanyang prefect Qin Jie has already sent 10,000 troops and attacked Wanxian at night. Zhao Hong was taken aback and looked at the date on the wooden slip, which was sent yesterday.

"Mingjin retreat! Xingye returns to Shiwan County!" Zhao Hong waved his hand and ordered.

Dangdang! Dangdang! The rapid gong sounded from the head of Zhaoling City, and the yellow turban warriors immediately stopped fighting and retreated slowly. What? The Yellow Turban actually retreated? The Han Jun looked at the opposite side suspiciously. That's right! The yellow turban had already retreated into Zhaoling City. After a while, the yellow turban on the head of the city began to evacuate.

"The Yellow Turban is really withdrawn! We are saved!" The Han soldiers cheered and sat down on the ground.