The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

In terms of numbers, Han Siam's army has reached tens of thousands, but although the momentum is huge, in terms of military appearance, it is not very serious.

Perhaps, it was because of the laziness brought about by their comfortable life for a long time during this period of time.

Or, it's because they haven't received the news from Yang Feng's defeat.

In short, the entire Baibo Yellow Turban camp seemed a little loose and disorganized.

In the general distribution of camps, most of them are stationed on hills.

Therefore, even from a considerable distance, it can be seen that the tents of the Baibo Yellow Turban Army are very scattered and tattered, and there is not even a decent military flag.

Although those hills are considered to be green and grassy, ​​but no matter how you look at them, these Yellow Turban camps give people a feeling of bleakness.

Because, judging from the overall appearance, none of these soldiers had complete and clean military uniforms.

The military uniforms on everyone are almost tattered, and those with patches are considered good.

As for leather armor, armor and the like, there are very few of them.

Except for the generals with the title of general in the Yellow Turban Army, less than [-]% of the soldiers actually have standard weapons and equipment.

Moreover, they are all spears of the unified system.

In other people's hands, more are just some wooden sticks.

However, this point is very consistent with their identity as the "Yellow Turban Rebels".

These Yellow Turbans are more like mobs than regular troops.

In the final analysis, they are just a group of vagrants who gather to make trouble, are poor peasants, are a group of poor and hateful guys who are hungry all day long and rack their brains for survival every day.

After all, people who have food will not and will not hold their heads up and run to rebel.

Only these poor people who can't even eat and are insecure every day will risk their lives and be labeled as traitors to fight for that little food.

Of course, in comparison, these Baibo Yellow Turbans still have some advantages.

Compared with the tattered equipment they wore, their appearance was quite sturdy.

Among the soldiers of the Baibo Yellow Turban Army, quite a number of them are all between 25 and 35 years old, and everyone is quite strong.

Even after a certain distance, one can still vaguely see the bronze-colored solid muscles through the gaps in the tattered clothes.

Especially the rebellious expressions on their faces, it is more appropriate to say that they are soldiers rather than bandits, and they are definitely bandits.

Of course, in front of the Xiliang army that has sharpened their swords, they are still just a group of prey!

"The whole army is ready..."

Gao Zhi's eyes are gloomy, like two bright lights in the dark night, transmitting light, piercing the darkness, and the radiant look is moving.

Holding the spear in his right arm, he slowly raised it up, reflecting a little bit of cold light under the light of the meager monthly sacrifice.

The brave Xiliang Xiaojian clamped his legs around the horse's belly, clenched the spear in his hand, his upper body was slightly straightened, and his breathing gradually became rapid, like a leopard ready to go, only waiting for the prey to make a mistake, to provide them with the best attack opportunity!

Frowning slightly, Gao Zhi yelled: "Kill!", pulled the reins with all his strength, and galloped the horse out, and the mighty sound of galloping horses sounded behind him!

When the yellow turban soldiers guarding the gate of the village issued a warning, it was too late...

As the Xiliang iron cavalry in the front, they broke into the Yellow Turban camp without any effort, and some soldiers were assigned to set fire to the camp, while the other part of the soldiers scattered and harassed.

The night wind is like kerosene, and the wind fuels the fire. In the blink of an eye, the fire will burn more and more, and it will be out of control once it breaks out.

At the same time, during the charge, the cavalry team still maintained a conical formation, like a sharp knife pierced into tofu, piercing through the messy phalanx that was organized hastily by the Yellow Turban.

Pity those yellow scarf soldiers who woke up from their sleep, stuck their heads out of the tent in a daze, and their heads were chopped off before they could figure out what happened.

What's more, some soldiers were killed in their sleep, and the place of death was unknown.

Because it was so easy that Gao Zhi even suspected that he had been tricked.

It wasn't until half of the camp of the Yellow Turban Army's Han Siam Division was completely engulfed in flames that his tense nerves relaxed a little.

What happened next was just a one-sided massacre.

Even among these Baibo Yellow Turbans, there are many brave men.

However, even if they launched wave after wave of charges without fear of death, it was only futile effort.

In this way, Gao Zhi led the Xiliang iron cavalry, charged and killed three times, without encountering any obstacles, and there were only yellow scarf soldiers who dropped their weapons and fled crying and begging for mercy.

When the follow-up army, under the dispatch of Jia Xu's remote control command on the distant hillside, entered the Yellow Turban camp.

These had been caught off guard by the cavalry, the front army panicked, and even attacked the rear army, causing the Yellow Turban Army with tens of thousands of dead to become more and more chaotic.

It is hard to imagine that the huge Yellow Turban camp with more than 3 soldiers could not form an army that could resist.

In the big camp, only those yellow scarf soldiers were running in panic and fleeing in all directions.

Occasionally, a few generals in the battalion could be seen bravely killing a few Xiliang soldiers, but they couldn't turn the tide. They were submerged in the crowd and died under the rebellion in a short while.

In this case...

Then be straight to the point!

Gao Zhi's eyes flickered with intense light, and his eyes were staggered from the yellow scarf soldiers running around and scattered.

Sweeping his eyes slightly, looking into the distance, Gao Zhi quickly determined the location of the Yellow Turban Army's central tent.

That's right!

He was looking for the location of Han Siam's camp, and he planned to come and attack Han Siam's tent once and for all.

240 Six Yellow Turban Dead Warriors (Leader Yunqi Floating Life plus 10/10)

"Woo~, drive!"

After a brief identification, after roughly confirming the direction, Gao Zhi urged his horse to speed up and headed straight for the camp of the Baibo Yellow Turban Chinese Army.

As we all know, no matter which dynasty it is, the commander-in-chief flag is the soul of an army.

What the banner points to is invincible.

This sentence, when placed on the battlefield, is no longer just a sentence, or a simple description in a paragraph.

Whether it's on the march or on the battlefield, the meaning of the Chinese army's tents and flags are incomparable and crucial.

Correspondingly, once the flag falls, the morale of the army will definitely plummet.