In the inner courtyard of the palace, the ten regular attendants are secretly discussing.

Fist Shuo said: "He Butuhuo is becoming more and more arrogant. If this continues, one day he will learn from Dou Wu to hold the knife on our necks."

Zhao Zhong said: "We just want to make the emperor happy to serve him, and then to get in the way of whom? I really can't understand why these royal relatives, the important officials in the court hate us like this?"

Zhang Rang said: "It's because the emperor believed in us and favored us. These traitors were sad, hum!"

Fist Shuo said, "You can't let go anymore. You must learn from Lord Cao Jie to issue a forgery and mobilize the Yulin Army to eliminate these treacherous ministers and thieves. When the rice is cooked, I think the emperor will not make things difficult for us. Everyone, do you think so?"

Xia Yun said: "The envoy is not allowed. Although the Yulin Army is under our control, the troops are too small. Besides, most of the eight lieutenants in Xiyuan are He Jin's confidants. If the new recruits in Xiyuan turn against each other, it may cause a melee, and it may be difficult to accomplish something urgently. By then, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song lead the army to attack Luoyang in the west, the major event will be over~~"

Zhang Rang said: "Mr. Xia said it well. Before the time comes, let He Jin's butcher be arrogant for a few more days. The most urgent task is to find ways to transfer Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song's army back to Luoyang. When the troops are dispersed in Xiyuan, they will return to the court. Then, all the volunteer soldiers of all prefectures and counties in the world will be disbanded. Then He Jin has no soldiers and no generals, and killing it is like killing an ant."

Fisthuo said, "When will you have to wait?"

Zhang Rang smiled indifferently and said, "What I can't wait for is He butcher, not us. As long as the state patriarchal system is restored, the states in the world work together to suppress the thieves, the Yellow Turban thieves will be destroyed one day, and the country will be peaceful at that time. See what excuses he will use to control military power, hum!"

Zhao Zhong said: "What Mr. Zhang said is very true. I have contacted Zong Zhengqing Liu Yan. The court will propose to the Fuzhou Governor tomorrow. We can contact familiar officials separately and create momentum in the court tomorrow. We hope that things will be accomplished."

Zhang Rang said: "Good, all the officials can act separately."

...

In the early years of Zhongping (184 AD), the Great Governor of the Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan defeated Lu Zhi here, and the Han army under the command of the Northern Central Army was burned, and Lu Zhi was spared only by his own death.

After a year, another battle is about to begin here.

"Roar ~~"

The earth has just returned to spring, and the wheat seedlings have grown vigorously. The wilderness is lush and lush. On the vast wilderness, a deep and desolate sound of trumpets suddenly sounded. Amid the loud and long trumpets, a banner waving in the wind comes from the north, covering up the original green of the wilderness.

The Maojie rode comfortably on the horse's back, squinted his eyes and looked ahead. The sky was high and the clouds were light and the sun was shining brightly.

"Report~~ General. Ten miles ahead is Changshe."

Changshe? A cold flame flashed through Maojie's eyes, and suddenly turned around. He saw smoke and dust behind him, and the iron stream was surging. The Han soldiers were densely filled with figures like a sea of ​​smoke. The red cherry on the helmet gathered into a red ocean, and under the bright colors, a suffocating and solemn aura burned.

"Report~~"

Another riding horse galloped from the front with rolling smoke and dust.

"General, you will find a large group of Yellow Turban bandits twenty miles ahead!"

Mao Jie was excited when he heard this and shouted, "How many people are there in the bandit?"

"There are more than 50,000 people in total! It is divided into five teams, with the front team the largest number, with more than 20,000 people!"

"Fifty thousand heads!" A trace of greedy and cruel murderous intent flashed across Mao Jie's face, and he shouted loudly. "Beat the drum, line up, prepare for the battle~~"

"Dong~"

"Dong~"

The sound of war drums that were so exciting that it was thrilling to the night, and the Mao-street generals passed on like flowing water. Under the shouts of the officers, the progress of the Han soldiers stopped abruptly, and then slowly spread to the two wings. In less than a quarter of an hour, they were arranged into combat formations, with heavy infantry in front, light infantry in the middle, archers and baggage teams behind, and only hundreds of light cavalry were divided into two teams left and right to protect the flanks of the army.

...

The Han army in Maojie's troops went twenty miles south.

An eagle roared through the sky, looking down at the ground coldly, searching for any possible prey.

On the ground, smoke and dust were everywhere. The green of the field had long been covered by the endless yellow turbans like a vast ocean. Five huge but irregular blocks were sweeping by like a tide, winding for dozens of miles. Each yellow block was formed by dense humans like ants marching. The green field was constantly swallowed up, and the rolling smoke and dust soared into the sky under their feet.

"Swish~"

A sharp arrow cut through the sky and accurately shot the eagle's chest. The eagle roared and fell from the sky with a wing. A powerful arm poked out into the air, holding the eagle in its hand.

“Hahaha~~”

A proud and vigorous laughter resounded throughout the sky. Bo Wu threw the eagle to the guard behind him, slapped the horse and galloped forward. The rolling smoke and dust rose into the air from the horse's hooves, and the passion burned endlessly in his heart. Bo Wu couldn't help but roar to the sky. How many days have you not galloped like this?

“Law ~~”

Bowu pulled the horse back hard, and the war horse stood up with a sad voice. He kicked the ground with a few kicks and stopped the rushing. Bowu pulled the horse's head hard, narrowed his eyes and looked behind him, and saw more than 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers gathered into a huge military formation, sweeping across the mountains and fields.

Liao Hua, Peng Tuo, you can stay behind and eat ashes! Bo Wu's expression was awesome, and a trace of sinister flashed through his eyes. After this battle, I'm afraid that the Yingchuan General General should be replaced, right?

"Report~~"

A horse galloped over.

Bo Wu's face darkened and he said coldly: "Tell me!"

"General, the Han army was discovered five miles ahead!"

“How many people are there?”

"Five thousand people!"

"Only five thousand people?" Bo Wu's face looked like a contemptuous smile and said lightly, "Don't wait for Sun Zhong, Liao Hua and the others. Today, I will tell Ma Yue with a refreshing victory that Bo Wu is not as vulnerable as he thought! I did not fall for his 800 bandits, but just give him a face because they are both Yellow Turbans! I will order me to order and launch an attack immediately and the whole army will advance~~"

"Woooo~~"

The sound of ox horns came one after another in the mess, resounding throughout the sky. The slowly moving Yellow Turban thieves gradually accelerated their pace and swept towards the north in chaos.

...

The Yellow Turban Army of Bowu's troops went south 20 miles south. A thin riverside was surrounded by a blood-colored flag, and under the banner, a large black and tidy army formation stood in awe. The bleak murderous aura was stirring between the sky and the earth, and the solemn aura almost cut off the river.

There was silence on the field, with only war horses making noises from time to time, which seemed particularly solemn and cold.

"Report~~"

A sudden sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out, and a horse galloped from the front, and the long and stern sound of horns pierced the silent sky.

"Big leader Bo Wu did not obey the orders, and before Liao Hua, Peng Tuo, Sun Zhong, Bian Xi and other troops gathered, he had already launched an attack on the Han army without authorization."

Pei Yuanshao frowned and said in a deep voice: "This Bowu is really hateful!"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ma Yue's mouth. He said in a deep voice: "I understand, let's explore again!"

"Abide by the order!"

The horse prodded and the horse jumped over and galloped away.

Guo Tu walked up to Ma Yue carefully and whispered: "Although the leader of the Bowu army has 20,000 people, most of them are mobs. I am afraid that they are not opponents of the Han army in Maojie army, so I should..."

Ma Yue glared at Guo Tu coldly, and Guo Tu was silent. The second half of the sentence "Send troops quickly to rescue" could not be said anymore. In an instant, he already understood that Ma Yue was trying his best. The poison of Ma Yue's use of military force was the only one Guo Tu saw in his life! Thinking of this, Guo Tu felt more and more awe of Ma Yue, and his awe of Ma Yue was even stronger.

...

Mao Jie's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and he saw a roll of smoke and dust rising up from the vast horizon in front of him, and an ant-like yellow turban thief sweeping from the horizon.

"Is it finally going to start?"

Mao Jie murmured to himself, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The command soldiers stood by Maojie quickly raised the flag in their hands and waved them twice. In an instant, the entire Han army ran in an orderly manner like a huge earth machine.

"Heavy Infantry~~Progress~~"

"High shield~"

"boom!"

More than 500 heavily armored infantry were lined up in five rows, each with more than a hundred people. They advanced hundreds of steps forward, and then they slapped the thick shield in their hands to the ground. With a loud bang, five cold hard walls had been built, which firmly protected the light infantry and archers in the back formation.

"Arrower~~forward~~"

More than 1,000 archers trotted over the light infantry and lined up behind the heavy infantry shield wall.

"Longbow preparation~~"

The archers took off the longbows that were nearly one person on their backs with cold expressions and placed them beside them. They looked coldly at the officer standing in front of the formation. The officers faced the army side with a cold expression. They stared at the back formation with the light from the corner of their eyes. The commander standing beside the Mao steps, he was waiting for the orders of the Mao terrace.

...

"Kill~~"

Bo Wu roared at the top of his lungs and waved the iron sword in his hand forward. The Yellow Turban soldiers, who had become highly motivated by capturing several county towns in succession, shook their legs and waved their feces and wooden sticks in their hands, swung over Bo Wu's side, and rushed towards the Han army who was waiting for the battle forward like a tide.

"Kill~"

"Kill~~"

"Kill~~~"

The shouts of the Yellow Turban Army were rising and falling. In just a moment, it was only a thousand steps away from the Han army formation. The overwhelming momentum made many volunteer soldiers who had never been on the battlefield in the rear of the Han army. However, the heavy armored infantry of the Han army ignored the Yellow Turban thieves who were swept over like a tide. They were all veterans who survived a lot of battles and had long been used to the momentum of the Yellow Turban Army. Although it seemed earth-shaking, it only took a little blow to make them lose their armor and flee in panic.

After the heavy armored infantry formation, the archer's formation remained unmoved. The arrow was already on the string and the bow was held in his hand. The archer looked ahead coldly and blankly, waiting quietly, waiting for the cold command.

"Kill~"

The shouts of the Yellow Turban Thieves were so close to each other. More than 5,000 Han soldiers were filled with their frenzy shouts. There was no other sound in the world, only the noisy like floods, and thousands of hungry and kind people were like tens of thousands of rabbits who were angry, showing their not-so-sharp teeth, and they also wanted to try to bite people.

One thousand steps...

Five hundred steps...

Two hundred steps...

One hundred steps!

In the rear formation of the Han army, the messenger standing beside the Mao steps swept the triangular flag in his hand hard. The officer standing in front of the archers formation cut off the raised iron sword without hesitation. Almost at the same time, a shrill howl resounded through the army formation, which actually overwhelmed the noise like flooding and clearly sent it into the ears of every Han army archer.

"Shoot the arrow~~"

The tight buzzing sound of the bowstrings rang out. In an instant, more than a thousand sharp wolf-toothed feather arrows had already broken through the air. After flying for more than a hundred steps in the air, they spread into a vast area, piercing down from the sky like raindrops, carrying a sharp roar, and instantly descending on the heads of the Yellow Turban soldiers.
To be continued...