"Puff~"

A wolf-toothed arrow penetrated into the head of a yellow turban thief in cold weather, and sharply tucked out of his chin. The bright red blood dripped from the arrow cluster, and the arrow penetrated the entire skull cavity. The yellow turban thief ran forward two steps with inertia, and then fell to the ground straight.

"Uh~Save me~~"

A yellow turban thief rolled to the ground and howled bitterly, holding his thighs with pain. A piece of feather was exposed outside, and red blood was overflowing through his fingers, but no one heard his call for help. Countless yellow turban thieves were still coming like a tide, stepping him under his feet unstoppably. Soon, the yellow turban thief disappeared.

"Swish~"

"Swish~~"

"Swish~~~"

Round after round of arrow rain poured down from the sky mercilessly. The Yellow Turban thieves who lacked defensive equipment were completely unable to withstand the attack of the arrow rain. They fell down one by one like wheat being cut to the ground. In just a moment, the fields were covered with the bodies of the Yellow Turban thieves, and more people fell in pools of blood, wailing for help...

In just over a hundred steps, it became a long journey that most Yellow Turban thieves could not cross in their entire lives!

Only a very few lucky people escaped the baptism of arrow rain and rushed to the large shield formation of the Han army's heavy armored infantry. But they were not enough to shake the Han army's shield wall. A yellow turban thief tried to knock the Han army's shield with his shoulders. A sharp spear stabbed out like a poisonous snake in the gap between the shield. He pierced into his abdomen. The spear quickly shrank back after piercing a huge blood hole in his abdomen. The yellow turban thief's body paused suddenly, and then howled like a wounded beast. The red blood was splashing out from the wound like a fountain.

A yellow turban thief howled over the shield wall, but his body had not yet fallen to the ground, and three sharp spears pierced at the same time, nailing his body to death in the air.

Dozens of Yellow Turban thieves who escaped the rain of arrows were soon killed by the heavy armored infantry of the Han army.

The Yellow Turban thieves in front kept falling down, lying on the ground, wailing in pain. The continuous wailing finally made the subsequent Yellow Turban thieves feel fear. When they realized that the Han army ahead would no longer be intimidated by their momentum, when they realized that they could only die like countless companions who had fallen to the ground, their confidence began to shake, and their steps began to hesitate. At first, it was just a few people, and then it soon spread like a plague. I don’t know who took the lead. The Yellow Turban thieves began to retreat, and then quickly evolved into an escape...

"No retreat, no escape~~ Those who retreat without authorization will be killed without mercy~~"

Bo Wu rode on the horse, roaring at the top of his lungs, roaring fiercely while waving the iron sword in his hand, and striving to kill two Yellow Turban thieves who had escaped from him, but his personal efforts were no longer enough to change the situation of defeat, and no one was willing to obey his orders. At this moment, everyone was just thinking about escaping.

"The whole army is not allowed to pursue, and line up again to fight the next Yellow Turban thief!"

In the back of the Han army, a cold smile flashed across Mao Jie's face. This is the Yellow Turban Thief! The Yellow Turban Thief familiar to Mao Jie! As soon as Mao Jie finished speaking, the messenger had already raised a triangle flag high.

...

"Report~~Bowu's troops were defeated."

"Report~~Sun Zhong's troops were defeated."

"Report~~ Liao Hua's troops were defeated."

"Report~~Peng Tuo's troops were defeated."

"Report~~Bian Xi's troops were defeated and were defeated, and were coming to Shangshui, and the Han army was following and chasing them."

News of the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army in front came like a flowing stream. Ma Yue looked gloomy and did not reveal a trace of strange color because of the defeat of the four Yellow Turban Army. The Yellow Turban thieves were always just Yellow Turban thieves. Even if they conquered many cities and won many small-scale battles, they were just Yellow Turban thieves.

A dark cloud suddenly flashed through Pei Yuanshao's eyes, and he said to Ma Yue with concern: "Boqi, it seems that this Han army is quite powerful in combat. Although the opponent is an infantryman, there are only 5,000 people. Although our army is a cavalry, there are only a thousand people. Should we avoid the edge for the time being and fight with them later after we gather the remaining troops in the future?"

Ma Yue's expression was deep. At the extreme of his eyes, the setting sun sets west, the wilderness is vast, and there is a faint sound of cow horns coming across the sky. Although it is far away, it is clearly heard. Did the Han army finally appear? The strong murderous intent suddenly emerged from Ma Yue's black eyes, like a beast that smells the breath of prey, revealing its hideous fangs.

"Drink~"

Ma Yue gently held the horse's belly, and the war horse under his crotch shook his head and sniffed, and began to move forward with broken steps.

"Drink~"

"Drink~"

Eight hundred bandits followed each other, shouting, clamoring, and the sound of weapons hitting, and the sound of armor rubbing in an instant. The chaotic sound of horse hooves shattered the silence of the river. The splashing grass wrapped in dust, gradually rising with the wind...

"ha!"

Ma Yue shouted loudly, and the war horse raised its head and neighed, and began to accelerate. Behind Ma Yue, Zhou Cang held the blood-colored flag, followed like a shadow, and followed each other to death. Under the guidance of the blood-colored flag, eight hundred bandits rode their horses and galloped. In an instant, more than a thousand elite cavalry gathered into a vast iron stream, sweeping towards the north. Where the chaotic horse hooves trampled by, the earth was in a mess.

...

"Kill, kill~~"

Mao Jie's heart was inflamed in his chest, and he rode his horse and raised his sword, galloped in the open field. More than a hundred light cavalry followed him, chasing the Yellow Turban thieves who fled everywhere like chopping melons and vegetables. The Yellow Turban thieves were defeated, and the Han army won the first battle! It won't take long before the entire Yingchuan Yellow Turban thieves were killed. And he, Mao Jie's name, will be spread throughout Luoyang with the names of the left and right generals Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song.

"Kill, kill all these thieves~~The reward of ten heads is always the same~~"

Mao Jie roared and turned around. Apart from 500 lagging baggage soldiers, the remaining more than 4,500 troops were hiding across the mountains and fields, like a surging flood swept across the earth, and countless yellow turban thieves who could not escape were drowning in the vast sea of ​​the Han army like ants. These poor farmers will soon give out their bloody heads and become certificates for Han army soldiers to exchange for rewards.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~~~"

Three short and one long, the strange sound of horns suddenly sounded from the front, and the loud sound of horns traveled through the distant void and clearly came into Maojie's ears. Maojie struggled to hold the reins of the horse, looked around and said, "Where is the sound of horns?"

A primary school student listened for a moment and said in a voice: "Sir, the horn is delivered from the front."

"Look, a bloody flag!" A sharp-eyed school suddenly screamed, "Caval, it's a cavalry!"

cavalry!?

Mao Jie's heart beat violently, and he put his hand on the tent to look ahead. He saw a thick black line rising from the horizon in the distance, slowly squirming. In front of the black line, there was indeed a bright red flag. Although it was far apart, he could still feel its majestic posture.

In just a moment, the wriggling black line became much thicker.

A dark cloud flashed across Mao Jie's heart and asked in a deep voice: "There are as many as a thousand cavalry in front of us. A cavalry of such a large scale is approaching within ten miles of our army. Isn't it ridiculous that the enemy and friends are not distinguished? Why haven't we seen the probe report for a long time?"

An officer rushed forward anxiously and said to Maojie: "Sir, the official just remembered that several horses have not returned yet, and he may have been killed, so he has never returned."

Mao Jie said in a seductive manner: "Since the time has not returned, why not report it early?"

The officer said in a trembling voice: "The officer is negligent, please punish him."

Mao Jie said ruthlessly: "Forget it, let's discuss this matter later. Judging from this situation, this cavalry is an enemy, not a friend, but I don't know when the bandits have such a large cavalry? It's really shocking! I will immediately send you the order. The entire army will stop chasing, line up on the spot, and prepare to fight~~"

The desolate trumpet sounded. Although the Han soldiers who were chasing the Yellow Turban soldiers were unwilling to accept their wishes, they did not dare to disobey the military orders, so they had to gather together one after another and start gathering in the wilderness. However... everything was too late! Almost under the Mao-level military order, the rumbling thunder broke through the air. In an instant, there was no other sound in the world.

The thick black line had already transformed into hundreds of subway cavalry, with beacon smoke rolling and horses neighing in the sky, sweeping towards the chaotic Han army like storm waves! Fear spread like poisonous weeds in the hearts of the Han soldiers. They were not ignorant Yellow Turban thieves, but many of them had witnessed the power of the charge of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry. That kind of power that crushed everything was by no means able to resist the wooden shield and waist knife in the hands of the infantry.

This iron cavalry is definitely not the Xiliang cavalry, but their momentum is even better!

In front of the Iron Cavalry formation, the blood-colored flag was flying vigorously.

"Eight hundred bandits!"

A Han army school howled at the top of his lungs, his voice trembling. Mao Jie's heart thumped, and his wolf-like eyes came out of his eyes. He stared fiercely at the blood-colored banner in front of him that was floating almost flauntingly, and the four vigorous words "Eight Hundred Bandits" were indeed embroidered on it.

Eight hundred bandits! This is the legendary eight hundred bandits! The group captured the father of the general He Jin and captured the eight hundred bandits in Wancheng, where heavy troops were stationed? When did they flee to Yingchuan? When did they become all cavalry? Mao Jie had too many question marks in his mind, but in an instant they all turned into scorching murderous intent.

God-given opportunity! As long as you fight to destroy this group of infamous bandits, his Maojie's reputation will spread throughout the Han Empire! In a trance, Maojie felt that the title of the famous general was waving to him.

"This is just a group of bandits! Eight hundred bandits are just a group of mobs, vulnerable!" Maojie's loud roar broke through the air, and the sound of rumbling hooves could not cover up his sharp sound. "The soldiers of the army followed the orders. The spearmen advanced, arranged the horse-resisting formation, and the heavy armored infantry were in the middle to protect. Archers~~~Replenish the arrows quickly!"

An officer responded carefully: "Sir, the baggage team is still behind, and the arrows cannot be replenished for the time being."

Mao Jie was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "The spearman advances~~"

More than 2,000 spearmen snatched up with their teeth and formed an incomplete horse-rejecting formation. They raised up sharp spears. The cold light flashed and pointed the spearhead diagonally in front of them, forming a dense forest of death.

"The Han army is mighty~~advance~~"

"The Han army is mighty~"

"The Han army is mighty~"

"The Han army is mighty~~"

Mao Jie waved the iron sword in his hand forward and vigorously. The Han army spear soldiers who had been arranged in a hurry shouted loud slogans, walked slowly forward with messy steps, and greeted the bandit cavalry. Most of these Han army soldiers were veterans who fought bloody battles, and countless killing and bloody battles told them that on the battlefield, only if they are not afraid of death can they not die!

"Boom~~"

The rushing subway hooves trampled on the earth ruthlessly, making a huge roar. The two armies were less than 500 steps apart. Without the officer's order, the Han army's spear soldiers had already squatted down, and only the spears in their hands pierced the void. As they approached, the Han army soldiers could even clearly see the ferocious expressions on the faces of the bandit cavalry.

However, without any warning, the rushing forward cavalry suddenly split from the middle and split into two strands, like waves splitting, cutting the two wings of the Han army. The Han spearmen who were waiting for the battle could only watch the bandit cavalry galloping past them, but they could do nothing.

In the rear formation of the Han army, Mao Jie's brow jumped suddenly. This~~It seems that it is not the usual tactics of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry that he is familiar with! In Mao Jie's impression, the Western Liang Iron Cavalry always charges from the front with the powerful Earth Cavalry formation and crushes all the stubborn enemies into pieces, but what tricks are they playing in this group of bandit cavalry?

"Sa~"

"Sa~"

"Sa~"

When Mao Jie and the Han soldiers were in amazement, sharp roars broke through the sky. Rows of sharp javelins had been thrown out of the hands of the bandit cavalry, drawing cold and strange arcs in the air, dragging the roar of death and descending coldly on the heads of the Han soldiers.

"Pitch the gun! It's actually pitching the gun!?"

Mao Jie was shocked. These damn bandits actually wanted to throw guns on the horse's back! The guns thrown when the war horses were running at a speed could not stop it from piercing, let alone spearmen who lacked shield protection? Although Mao Jie had never seen a cavalry who used guns, he immediately realized the terrible power of this tactic.

Han Junjia watched in horror as a spear fell from the sky. The sharp three-edged spear tip quickly magnified in front of him. Before he could come to his senses, the spear had already pierced into his left eye and penetrated his entire head. He still had no time to exert his power and nailed his body to the ground.

Han Junyi was a veteran. Seeing that the situation was not good, he instinctively grabbed Han Junyi and blocked him, but he forgot that this was not an arrow, but a gun! A sharp gun attacked with the cold air of death, and easily pierced the chests of the two of them with a crisp sound of picking up their flesh and blood.

massacre!

Complete massacre!

The Han army spear soldiers, who lacked the protection of wooden shields and the protection of archers, became the best target for 800 bandits to practice spear throwing. The 800 bandits galloped back and forth around the Han army spear soldiers and threw them repeatedly. It was not until each bandit had thrown all four spears that Mao Jie remembered to order to retreat. However, at this time, his more than 2,000 spear soldiers were already left. Looking at them, there were corpses everywhere, and they were wailing...

However, the attack of the eight hundred bandits has just begun!

"Roar ~~~~"

The desolate horn sounded again, and Mao Jie woke up from his annoyance and frenzy. When he was about to organize the Han army to form a formation again, his eyes accidentally passed by the front. The next moment, his face was pale, and endless fear was emerging from his eyes!

What's this ~~ What's the fuck? Is it a cavalry too!?

The sound of breathing sounded, and all the Han soldiers who were still alive felt the inexplicable cold from the depths of their souls, including the spear soldiers who were injured and undead in front of the formation, some dragged their legs pierced by the spear, and some even had two spears inserted on their backs. But as long as they had a breath, they tried desperately to climb back to their formation, and they no longer wanted to stay in front of the formation, and no longer wanted to face the devils from hell...

“Hululu~~”
Chapter completed!