Zhu Jun's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his originally cold heart seemed to have become hot.

Since the Yellow Turban thieves showed unprecedented high fighting spirit, Zhu Jun decided to give his opponent the treatment he deserved. He decided to destroy this group of tenacious Yellow Turban thieves with the strongest attack. He wanted to use the power of the Han official army to tell these bandits that they should never try to challenge the majesty of the court, and that they could only destroy themselves.

Zhu Jun waved his right arm and shouted coldly: "Arrowman, come on!"

Zhu Jun ordered the Sima of each department to quickly start to act, with the commands and trumpets endlessly. The long trumpets and the intense golden drums all rushed into the sky for a moment, and the war was finally about to begin.

"Arrowman ready~~"

Amid the loud trumpets of the officers, 1,000 cold-looking archers rose from the ground, untied the longbow from their backs, and then began to organize the arrows in the quiver.

"Heavy infantry preparation~~"

1,000 heavy infantry wearing thick armor and carrying large wooden shields in their hands rose up and quickly formed a neat infantry cover formation amid the sound of officers' horns.

"The Han army is mighty~~advance!"

At the command of the officer, he swung the sword in his hand forward with force.

"The Han army is mighty! The Han army is mighty..."

The heavy infantry and archers walked in neat steps and yelled horns rhythmically and slowly advanced. The 2,000 elite officials and soldiers gathered into an unstoppable rolling iron stream, pressing towards the White Dragon Beach where the Yellow Turban Thiefs gathered.

...

The hissing sound came from behind, and Ma Yue could "see" the appearance of the Yellow Turban Thief without looking back. The fighting spirit that had just been inspired by him was undergoing the first severe test.

Something must be done to minimize the pressure on the official army's momentum to the Yellow Turban thieves!

Ma Yue lowered his head and saw a large wooden shield hanging in front of the saddle. He immediately felt a sudden heart. He carried the shield to his right forearm. Ma Yue slapped the wooden shield with the back of the steel knife, making a loud bang bang, and at the same time raised his head and howled like an angry beast.

Pei Yuanshao and Guan Hai roared, and at the same time they pounded their chests with their fists. This passionate scene inspired the Yellow Turban thieves around them. They howled one after another. Finally, the Yellow Turban thieves on the entire White Dragon Beach roared. The situation was like tens of thousands of injured beasts gathered together and howled shrillly. The momentum was extremely terrifying, and the momentum of the official army was completely suppressed.

Amid the deafening screams of the Yellow Turbans, the cold-looking official army had advanced to a distance of only 100 steps away from the Yellow Turbans. At the command of the officer, the soldiers stopped their steps in the sand. The heavy infantry in front of them set up a large shield in front of them, and the archers behind them built a protective wall.

Facing the Yellow Turban Remnants who were disguised, it seemed unnecessary to do so, but under the constraints of iron discipline, no soldier could deal with it because they understood an iron truth. Only by keeping enough vigilance can they survive on the battlefield as much as possible.

Seeing the Yellow Turban Thief's voice, Zhu Jun's mouth twitched, it was becoming more and more amazing. Is this the legendary trapped beast still fighting? A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his raised right arm was swung down fiercely.

The messenger who had been paying attention to Zhu Jun's gesture immediately waved the triangular flag in his hand down fiercely. The shrill sound of trumpets resounded throughout the sky. The officers in front of the army pulled out their swords in a clang, waved the void, and shouted loudly: "Shoot the arrow!"

1,000 archers coldly set their bows, rammed arrows, pulled the strings, and then let go... A thousand feathered arrows formed a dense dark cloud in the air, drew a curved arc in the air, and instantly flew over the head of the Yellow Turban Thieves Army, and then fell down like endless raindrops with a sharp roar.

...

Dear!

With a muffled sound, Ma Yue felt a shock in his right arm, and a sharp arrow shot through his large wooden shield, revealing a cold arrow. Even though Ma Yue was used to life and death, he couldn't help but feel trembling.

Continuous screams came from behind Ma Yue. The Yellow Turban thief who lacked shield protection fell to the ground in the baptism of arrow rain. Some were shot through the throat and killed directly, some were shot through the chest and dying, some were shot through the thigh, some were shot through the thigh, and blood continued to wail...

The official army's arrow rain came one after another, and the Yellow Turban thieves fell to the ground one after another. In just a short cup of tea, thousands of Yellow Turban thieves were injured and killed. This situation was not much better than before. The only difference was that this time the Yellow Turban thieves were not in chaos. No matter how many people fell, they never took a step back.

Maybe it was because there was the cold Baihe behind them, and they could not retreat. Maybe it was because at the most difficult moment, they found that there were always tall figures standing in front of them like mountains to cover the rain of arrows for them. In short, this time, the Yellow Turban Thief held on.

The archers of the government army finally ended, and 2,000 soldiers shouted neatly and began to retreat slowly.

Ma Yue let out a long breath and removed the wooden shield blocking his head. There were three trembling feather arrows inserted on it. Turning back, many Yellow Turban thieves had fallen to the ground and died, but more Yellow Turban thieves climbed up from the pile of dead people and gathered towards Ma Yue again. There was no fear in their eyes.

"Ao~"

The horse roared, rode its horse and turned around, and waved its steel knife in its hands frantically towards the northern government army.

"Ao~~~~"

All the Yellow Turban thieves who survived the baptism of arrows roared angrily, roaring while raising the weapons in their hands into the air, waving their strength. The turbulent murderous intent echoed over the Bailong Beach. The cold water of the Baihe River could no longer extinguish their hope of survival, and the bleak north wind could no longer cool their will to fight to the death.

On the east bank of Baihe River, Yuan Shao's face changed. Can't such a bandit soldier dream?

Bailongtannan, Dong Zhuo's face changed. These bandits are really tenacious.

West of Bailongtan, Cao Cao's face changed. If these yellow turbans were my part...

In Bailongtanbei, Sun Jian and Liu Bei's faces changed, but Zhu Jun's expressions remained the same coldness. However, it is undeniable that this group of Yellow Turban thieves have brought Zhu Jun too much surprise. I wonder if this miracle will continue? It is really exciting.

Taking a deep breath of air conditioning, Zhu Jun said in a deep voice: "Has the archers failed? Well, let these damn thieves taste the power of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry! Tell Dong Zhuo that he would take out all his skills and drive all the damn thieves into the Baihe River to feed the fish!"

...

"Woooo~~"

“Annang~~”

The loud and unique sound of the ox horn sounded from the south, and the horse's pupils suddenly shrank. Looking south, the black Xiliang Iron Cavalry had been arranged in an orderly formation. Thousands of war horses slowly advanced with neat steps, crushing towards the Bailong Beach like a mountain.

Is the most difficult time finally coming?

There was another hissing sound from behind him. Ma Yue turned his head and smiled at the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves, saying loudly: "There is nothing to be afraid of in the Xiliang cavalry. They were raised by their father and mother like us. Their sabers can cut off our heads, and our spears can still pierce their chests!"

"I just lost my head but I'm afraid he will be a bird!"

Many Yellow Turban Thiefs were furious when they heard this, and the solemn pressure brought by the Western Liang Iron Cavalry suddenly weakened a lot.

"Bloody battle to the end!"

Guan Hai slapped his horse and walked to Ma Yue, roaring with an opportunity. His hideous black face showed a strong murderous intent, like an evil spirit who chose people and devoured them.

"Bloody battle to the end!"

All the Yellow Turban thieves roared, and although their voices were already hoarse, they were still roaring at the top of their lungs. Such a roar might not help them kill the army, but it could give them the courage to make their blood burn when thousands of people gathered together to shout wildly.

...

The cavalry of Xiliang began to accelerate, and thousands of flying iron hooves knocked endlessly on the cold land, making endless rumbles. The spears in the hands of the cavalry in the front row pierced the sky. The spears rose and fell and stretched with the running of war horses, like the poisonous letters swallowed by poisonous snakes, cold and intimidating.

Dong Zhuo rode his horse and followed closely with Hua Xiong and Xu Rong.

The scorching murderous intent burned in Dong Zhuo's eyes. He liked the smell of the battlefield. He liked the cold radiance of weapons. He liked the solemn stomping the earth with iron hooves. The Western Liang Iron Cavalry is the dominant world! All the blockers will be crushed into fans, and no one can block Dong Zhuo's charge.

"Aowu~"
Chapter completed!