The government troops were approaching, and the Yellow Turban thieves fled in panic without even carrying out decent resistance. Zhao Hong and Liu Pi's people were crowded together and rushed towards Wancheng in the south. The enemy who had just fought to the death has now become brothers who were rushing to escape.

30 miles south of Xi Hubei, Dong Zhuo's Western Liang cavalry had defeated Zhou Cang's 5,000 Yellow Turbans. After defeating Zhou Cang, Dong Zhuo, who had always been bloodthirsty, did not pursue his achievements this time, but quickly gathered his troops and re-arranged the troops. The army was arranged in neat cavalry formations and crushed towards the north.

On the east and west of West Hubei, an elite official army was advancing southward, forming a horn with Zhu Jun's army in the center, firmly locking the gap for the Yellow Turban thieves to flee eastward and westward. Zhu Jun, who had been through many battles, had opened his pockets, like a lion showing his bloody fangs, waiting for the ignorant Yellow Turban thief to drill into the trap.

Zhang Huang's confused Yellow Turban thief was like a headless fly, and he got into a trap set by the government army.

More than 10 miles south of Xi Hubei, Baihe turned a bay here, which the locals called Bailongtan. When the Yellow Turban soldiers fled to Bailongtan, the official army finally completed the encirclement.

Xiliang Xiao blocked Dong Zhuo's cavalry to escape south, and Zhu Jun's army chased and killed from the north. Dianjun Academy Captain Cao Cao led 500 elite soldiers to appear in the west, and ordered the soldiers to drag dry firewood back and forth on the ground, and raised the dust to think that the formation was suspicious. The yellow turban soldiers, who were already cold, did not know the reality and did not dare to break out to the west at all.

The officers and soldiers on the east side seemed to have the weakest force and were the easiest to break through. However, there was a Baihe River in the middle. The captain of Zhechong Yuan Shao led 500 elite soldiers to line up on the other side of the Baihe River, waiting for the battle. Hundreds of Yellow Turban thieves howled into the Baihe River, trying to swim across the other side to escape, but they were either frozen to death or shot in the river by the official troops on the other side.

Countless Yellow Turban thieves were crowded on the narrow White Dragon Beach, panicked and at a loss. It seemed that they had no other way out except waiting to be massacred by the officers and soldiers.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban thieves were in desperate situation and had nowhere to escape, Zhu Jun ordered the official army to stop pursuing, and seized the ground at a distance of one thousand steps from Bailongtan (ancient units of length, with one step between each left and right feet, about 1.5 meters), and ordered a rest on the spot.

The full-strength pursuit just now caused great damage to the Yellow Turban thieves, but also greatly consumed the physical strength and spirit of the official army. At this time, one can enter the enemy formation with one might be able to wipe out all the Yellow Turban thieves, but after the physical strength decreases, the casualties of the official army will increase greatly. As the commander, Zhu Jun is unwilling to happen.

Soldiers are his life, and he must be responsible for every soldier who follows him to fight. This is Zhu Jun's usual style of leading troops.

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In the Yellow Turban Thief.

Ma Yue sighed. He knew that the government army did not have any good intentions to suspend the attack. The temporary rest was just to restore physical strength so that he could better massacre the Yellow Turban thieves later.

The poor Yellow Turban thieves are still in a mess on the river beach, squeezing me, and I squeeze you. From time to time, unlucky weak people are squeezed into Baihe and are tragically destroyed. No coach comes out to boost morale, and no generals come out to complete the team. Everything is messed up and there is no rules at all. In essence, these Yellow Turban thieves are just a group of farmers who pick up weapons.

In less than half an hour, when the government army recovers its strength, the end of these poor Yellow Turban thieves will come. They will witness the rise of heroes in troubled times with their heads and blood.

Looking up at the dark sky, the heavy dark clouds made people breathless. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ma Yue's mouth. This is a chaotic world. The defeat of the Yellow Turban Thief came faster than he imagined. Before he could even change his destiny with his wisdom of two thousand years, the Yellow Turban Thief had collapsed.

Just accompanying these foolish Yellow Turban thieves into a cup of loess? Ma Yue was unwilling to give up. Although people's lives were as lowly as ants in troubled times, he didn't want to die so confused! He took a deep breath of cold air, and Ma Yue put the heavy steel knife on his shoulders, walked out of the crowd to the Bailong Beach. When he looked back, he saw that the narrow Bailong Beach was crowded with people, and there were at least 50,000 people. If these more than 50,000 Yellow Turban thieves could show their fighting spirit, they might not have the power to gain a chance.

Ma Yue picked up a masterless steel knife from the ground and slashed hard on the back of his steel knife. The two swords intersected and made a clear sound of gold and iron clashing, which instantly attracted the attention of hundreds of Yellow Turban thieves who wanted to resist. These Yellow Turban thieves turned to Ma Yue one after another, and looked at Ma Yue. In addition to panic, there was also doubt in their eyes.

Facing the confused eyes of hundreds of Yellow Turban Thiefs, Ma Yue expressed his stern expression and said aloud: "From your helpless and desperate eyes, I see the fear of death! Like you, I am also afraid of death. Maybe one day we will fall into the arms of the god of death and fall into the cold and endless darkness, but I want to tell you that it will never be today!"

Hundreds of Yellow Turban thieves showed a listening look. Since joining the Yellow Turban, no one has spoken to them like this. Their calmness attracted the attention of the Yellow Turban thieves around them, so more Yellow Turban thieves joined the ranks of listeners.

"Maybe one day, we will be forced to jump into the cold river and be shot into hedgehogs by the government troops on the shore as targets, but I want to tell you that it will never be today!"

"Maybe one day, we will be cut off by the brutal army and hung high on the city wall to show our public opinion, but I want to tell you that it will never be today!"

...

More Yellow Turbans noticed the abnormality here. They gradually stopped the noise, stopped crowding, calmed down, and began to listen to Ma Yue's speech silently. In less than ten minutes, Ma Yue successfully attracted the attention of all the Yellow Turban thieves. The riots on the White Dragon Beach finally subsided. At least at this moment, all the Yellow Turban thieves were listening to Ma Yue's speech carefully.

In front of the official army, Zhu Jun looked around and asked, "What's going on? The riots between the bandits seem to have subsided."

Liu Bei rode his horse forward and said to Zhu Jun: "General, it seems that someone is shouting in front of the formation to inspire the morale of the thieves."

Zhu Jun's eyes flashed with a sneer, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a deep voice: "It's interesting, what else can he do?"

Sun Jian, who was standing on the side of the horse, looked at Bailong Beach when he heard this. He put his hand on a cool breeze and saw a big man standing in front of the bandits, raising his arms and shouting. The sonorous sound could be heard vaguely even if it was a thousand steps away.

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Seeing that it had attracted the attention of all the Yellow Turban thieves, Ma Yue turned over and rode to a masterless war horse, raised his arms and shouted: "There is Baihe in front of us, we have no way out! Surrender is death, and jumping into the river is also death. The left and right are dead. Why don't we fight the government army to the end!?"

Pei Yuanshao opened the crowd and walked to the front of the team. His face turned red like the sunset, and his eyes showed a heart-pounding murderous intent. As soon as Ma Yue finished speaking, the guy raised his arms and shouted: "Bloody battle to the end!"

"Bloody battle to the end!"

The black-faced man Guan Hai also came to the front of the team at some point and shouted with Pei Yuanshao.

"Bloody battle to the end!"

More Yellow Turban thieves followed, and then more and more Yellow Turban thieves began to join the ranks of shouting. In the end, almost all Yellow Turban thieves began to shout wildly. Once they found a breakthrough to vent their despair, the energy they burst out was undoubtedly quite amazing.

"Ao~~"

Ma Yue rode his horse and turned around, waving the steel knife in his hand towards the north official army's main formation, and shouted loudly.

"Ao~~"

Pei Yuanshao, Guan Hai, and more Yellow Turbans followed suit. They lifted the weapons in their hands to the sky like Ma Yue, waved them wildly, shouting wildly... Tens of thousands of people gathered together and shouted, their momentum was like the sky collapsed and the earth was broken, and the government troops thousands of steps away were shocked to their eardrums.

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In front of the official army, Sun Jian's expression changed slightly. The sudden change of the Yellow Turban bandits was a little beyond his expectations. Is this still the Yellow Turban bandits he is familiar with? Even the elite soldiers of Jiangdong led by him may not be better than the current Yellow Turban bandits when facing such a desperate situation.
Chapter completed!