New Story of Lv Bu

Guangzong’s reinforcements were naturally on the way to meet Zhang Bao. To be honest, the great wise teacher Zhang Jiao is still very concerned about his younger brother, and has sent a total of 50,000 yellow turbans, 10,000 cavalry, and 40,000 infantry. The leader of the team is General Zhang Liang! This generous share alone was enough to comfort Zhang Bao.

Zhang Liang's military talent is the best among the three brothers of the Zhang family. The 150,000 elite yellow turbans in Guangzong City are all trained by him. The most elite has 50,000 troops, including 10,000 cavalry and 40,000 infantry. This time, he left the 40,000 elites in Guangzong and ordered them to attack Huangfusong in a quarter of an hour.

"Huangfusong, the old man, will definitely intercept him halfway. You just attacked his camp! After occupying his camp, you quickly came to support and defeated the Han army in one fell swoop!" Zhang Liang pointed to the map and dispatched to the next commander. Our mission. "Xu Zhuzi, you led fifty thousand people to attack Huangfu Song's camp. Bodhi He, your ten thousand people follow me!"

"Follow the orders of General Ren Gong!" Xu Zhuzi and Bodhi hurriedly responded. Bodhi He also made a statement on the spot: "The General Ren Gong will be able to defeat the Han army in one fell swoop and kill Huangfu Lao Er!" "Hahahaha!" Zhang Liang laughed, reaching out and patted Bodhi's shoulder, his face was full. It's a smile.

Zhang Liang's battle plan is very simple, that is, to use this opportunity to lure Zuo Zhonglang's 50,000 Han troops to Huang Fusong, and then gather and annihilate them. As for the 150,000 yellow turban in response to Digong General Zhang Bao, he didn't care at all. Brother, you have 150,000 troops under your command, but you still want me to take it? Are you shameless?

On August 15th, before dawn, Zhang Liang got up, and after a feast, he turned on his horse and set off. Just less than ten miles away from Guangzong City, I saw a big army horse blocking the way. The first general, eight feet long and burly stature, was standing upright and laughing.

"Zhang Liang! The old man has been waiting for you for a long time! Don't you hurry to dismount and die?" Zhang Liang looked intently, and it turned out that it was Zuo Zhonglang, Huang Fusong. "Lao Huangfu, next year's present will be your death day, kill me!" Zhang Liang waved his right hand, urging the army to fight with the Han army. The yellow turban wins with many soldiers, and the Han army wins with excellent armor, well-trained, and regardless of victory or defeat.

When the battle was not long, Guangzong Chengnan suddenly shouted and killed, and the fire was raging. The Yellow Turban attacked and the Han army defending the village launched an offensive and defensive battle. "Lao Huangfu! Your base camp doesn't have many soldiers, right? I sent an army of 80,000 to attack. In half an hour at most, your base camp will be mine!" Zhang Liang shouted.

"Haha! There are 50,000 soldiers left in my camp, and your native chickens and dogs are bound to die!" If you have enough strength, you will fight, and if you are weak, you will fight wit. How can Huangfusong, the veteran of all kinds of battles, fall Downwind, when the next sentence was pushed back. "Hahahaha!" Zhang Liang laughed. "Your Han army is no more than 50,000, and 50,000 are all in the big camp. Could it be that the wind blows these 30,000?"

"Kill me! Haunt them! Let them watch the big camp being set on fire by our army! There is no food and grass, what will they fight for?" Zhang Liang didn't talk nonsense, urging the army to press on, just not letting Huangfusong. One person and one horse were selected to reinforce the camp. The fire in the south is getting bigger and bigger, and it is obvious that some camps have fallen.

Zhang Liang's move hit Huangfusong's weakness. He only left 20,000 horses in the camp. If the Yellow Turban really had 80,000, those 20,000 would definitely not be able to stop it. The loss of the big camp is a trivial matter, and the key is the heavy food and grass inside. If the yellow turban was burned by a fire, what would he eat for more than 40,000 people?

Damn it! Let it be fate, I hope Fu Xie can protect the grain and grass. The earth-shaking horseshoes sounded from the east, and it was clear that the Union State Army had begun an offensive. As long as Zhang Bao's hundreds of thousands of yellow towels can be wiped out, it is worth it even if the food is burned! Huangfu's heart is swayed, and Zhang Liang must not let Zhang Liang go one step beyond the thunder pool!

The Han soldiers had enclosed the hill where Zhang Bao was located. The catapults had been assembled one by one. The Silver Fox Ghost Army had clairvoyance in their left hand, and the index finger and thumb of their right hand were measuring the distance and wind speed compared to the cross. All the Yellow Turban pawns looked solemn, and they were caught in a heavy siege this time, not knowing how many people would have to die to get out of danger.

The war between the east and the west has come to an end. The large groups of yellow turbans have long been broken up, and most of them have been captured and captured. Sitting or lying on a large open land, it seems that they have already resigned. A small part of them is still resisting stubbornly, and it seems that they can't hold on for long. The Qingqi of the Han army are using bows and arrows to solve them.

The trapped camp and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry are changing horses. After a short rest, they will go into battle again. In just half an hour, the 150,000 yellow turbans under the command of Digong General Zhang Bao lost more than half of them, and the powerful combat effectiveness of the state army made the yellow turban steppers panic. They began to whisper to each other, and a turbulent atmosphere enveloped the entire Yellow Turban array.

Suddenly, Zhang Bao trembled immediately, like a shofar. After a while, he opened his eyes, emitting a magical red light, opened his mouth and spit out, a long flame sprayed into the air. "Look! General Digong has cast a spell!" "We have a rescue!" The yellow turban soldiers around him immediately became excited.

When the guerrilla general Hou Cheng saw it, he was shocked. However, Mr. Ziyu is well-informed, he is in the midst of strategizing, and is determined to win thousands of miles away. How can he not be prepared for such small tricks? The little general Zhang Bao, a demon way! Look at the gluttonous feast prepared by Mr. Ziyu for you!

He raised his right hand and waved down suddenly: "Brothers! Use the things you prepared earlier!" "Okay! Just look at it!" The silver fox ghost army smirked. Among these people There are a lot of people pretending to be gods and ghosts. Naturally, they know that Zhang Bao is about to perform demon tricks.

Zhang Bao opened his mouth again, spitting out black air, and the sky was dark and thunderous, flying sand and rocks. The black air is permeated, and the people are rolling, falling from the sky. The surrounding demon wind gusts, ghosts cry and wolf howling, seemingly non-existent. It was so shocked that the Han soldiers shouted horses, and they were in a mess. They couldn't see their fingers everywhere, and they were all shrouded in black air.

Just when everyone was horrified, dozens of water dragons roared together, throwing pig, sheep and dog blood into the air. I heard several thunderbolts in the air, paper people and horses fell one after another, the wind and thunder stopped, the sand and stones disappeared, and the black air and demon wind that filled the surroundings suddenly disappeared.

"Hahahaha!" Hou Cheng laughed loudly: "Zhang Jiao, it's just a demon way! Where can you rival the power of your monkey grandfather? Little ones, give that guy a taste!" "Hahahaha! Okay! Just take a good look!" The silver fox ghost army grinned and winked, but they kept hitting the mechanism with the mallet in their hands.

In an instant, the sound of the wind and thunder was loud, and dozens of thunderbolts rang in the air in a row! Dozens of round slings were thrown into the air. Just when the yellow turban steppers were so scared to cover their ears, dozens of slings fell from the sky and directly hit the mountainside. Then whizzed down halfway up the mountain and rushed into the dense yellow scarf.

At the same time, a hundred bed crossbows made a huge scream, hundreds of huge arrows rose into the sky, and dark clouds flew toward the yellow turban pawns. In an instant, there was a howling of ghosts and gods in the yellow turban array. Dozens of sling stones rolled down from behind, ploughing trenches in the Yellow Turban formation.

On the face are hundreds of giant arrows as thick as a child's arms, and hundreds of ravines have been plowed abruptly in the yellow turban formation from the front. There were four or five people on each giant arrow, and the strength of the giant arrow remained undiminished, and it continued to whizz and fly forward until a string of human gourds were strung together, and it fell heavily from the air.

The seventy thousand yellow turbans were immediately beaten up, and there were slings and giant arrows flying around, and there was no way to hide. The screams of the yellow turban pawns all around one after another, stumps and broken arms and shattered internal organs fell from the air, scarlet blood and white brains splashed everywhere.

The air was full of **** smells, and there was a faint smell of stinky smell, it was that someone was scared to incontinence. "Those who abandon their weapons and surrender will not die!" The Han soldiers clenched their weapons and shouted loudly. This battle was really **** good! The sullenness that Princess Adele had been in since her death in the battle was finally released!

"As long as Zhang Bao's dog's head makes a urinal!" "Those who surrender will not die!" The Bingzhou army on the battlefield within a radius of tens of miles shouted loudly. Whoosh whoosh! Brush ~ ~ ~ Brush ~ ~ ~ The second round of stone sling and bed crossbow attacks started again. After another baptism of blood and death, someone finally came down and surrendered.

"His grandma! Stop playing! Can't afford to play!" A large number of yellow towels dropped their weapons, staggered down the mountain, and walked into the area designated by the Han army. One somersault was expensive, and they began to cry. The general Zhang Bao of the landlord just cast a spell to make the sky full of sand and stones, and the state army came to pay for it!

Not only did one report get another report, but it also got worse, adding three full feet! More than a hundred billiard stones fell from the sky, and there was a series of giant arrows with seven or eight people in front of them! Where is the war? This is a naked slaughter! In front of such a weapon, no matter how firm the faith is, it will definitely not last a quarter of an hour!

The ideal of peace in the world is full, and the reality of dead bodies is skinny. Between ideal and reality, most of the Yellow Turban pawns finally have the most correct choice, that is to live! In order to survive, you can abandon the ideal of peace in the world, and you can choose to live humblely like a pig and a sheep.

This is human nature! In the face of life and death, what is ideal? What are the parents, wives and children? As long as I can live alone, why not kill tens of millions of people? Zhang Bao sighed, two lines of tears burst into his eyes! Decades of work have been ruined! With a horse, he galloped eastward, followed closely by seven thousand yellow turban cavalry.

But can he escape?