New Story of Lv Bu

But within a quarter of an hour, a dozen huge gaps turned into a dozen corpses piled up by the corpses of people and horses. Bright red blood splattered everywhere, stumps and broken arms flying around, coupled with the white brains and the horror of the wounded, the entire battlefield of several miles immediately turned into the Shura Hell.

After paying the price of thousands of lives, the Han army's crossbowmen shot a dense number of arrows. Maybe it's insufficient training, maybe panic, the Han army's arrows are not high. There was a horror in the Yellow Turban army. Hundreds of people fell to the ground, most of them elderly and women. They only had time to scream and were stepped under the foot of the crowd behind.

The charging yellow turban went forward bravely and ran with all of his strength. Before he fell down, he must be close to the Han army, at least let his body rest on the Han army. There were only two roads in front of them, rushing to the front of the Han army quickly, and causing as much damage as possible to the Han army before falling down. Or in the middle of the way, the arrow was injured and was trampled to death by a surging stream of yellow people.

Faced with the yellow turban fighting to death, the Han army was already frightened and frightened. After marching for a whole day, I was exhausted, and my stomach was empty. Who knew I encountered these humanoid beasts again. Hunger and fear have exhausted their mental and physical strength, and they can't hold it anymore!

The formation of the Han army has already been rushed to pieces, surrounded by an endless stream of yellow people, no, endless lunatics! If you look down from a high altitude at this time, there are yellow claims in rapid motion everywhere within a range of tens of miles, with dozens of red islands interspersed with them. When the big yellow waves slapped, several red islands will disappear.

"Xiaomin's hair is like a leek, cut and resurrected; his head is like a chicken, cut and screamed. The official does not have to be fearful, it must never be light. But hope to calm down." With the agitation of drums, hundreds of immature children sang. This ballad. Dongdong's drums, childish voices, splashes of blood, and dying blows, so many inconsistent images have come together!

The yellow stormy waves have completely engulfed the Chinese army of the Han army, and they are rushing towards the Chinese army of the Han army with lightning speed. "Zhu Zhonglang! Retreat now! Or everyone is going to die here!" A county soldier held on to Zhu Jun's right hand, which was about to order an attack, and shouted at someone to pull Zhu Jun down.

The remaining hundred cavalry hurriedly turned their horses around and rushed away around Zhu Jun. "Come with me if you are not afraid of death!" The captain roared, and brought over a hundred of his subordinates to rush towards the rushing yellow turban, and was swallowed by the yellow crowd in an instant. Zhu Jun turned his head and saw that the captain was hugged tightly by a dozen old men and women, his ears were bitten off, his eyes were cut out, his head was beaten by a few sharp stones, and his mouth was tragic. Howling, however, he is not dead yet!

Two lines of hot tears dripped from the corners of Zhu Jun's eyes, and the skirt of his clothes was wet in a moment. "Holy thief! How can you treat me like this!" Zhu Jun roared, spouting a big mouthful of blood, and fell on his back! The surrounding soldiers hurriedly helped him, and fleeed back and forth with him between the left and right sides. At the moment they have only one thought, escape! The farther you escape, the better!

As soon as Zhu Jun escaped, the Han army's back formation immediately collapsed. Thousands of people shouted and turned back and fled in three directions. Hundreds of Han troops who were anxious were immediately overwhelmed by the yellow crowd. They exhausted all their strength to wave the weapons in their hands until they could not move. Then there will be dozens of hands, nose, and ears all over the body. All parts of the eyes will immediately come into close contact with the stone nails.

The old and weak women and children surrounded the lonely Han army, and hundreds of thousands of yellow turbans had already opened the formation. The young and strong men picked up the weapon shields on the ground, sweating and continued to chase the fleeing Han army. The Han soldiers ran fast, their desire for survival made them forget hunger and fatigue. Apart from running away, they had no other thoughts in their minds. run! Run to the end of the world! You don't want to run faster than the Yellow Turban, as long as you run faster than other Han troops.

A quarter of an hour later, the Han army also opened up the formation, sturdily and bravely ran ahead, followed by thin and weak, the last one was injured or crushed by the robes and fortunately got up. Gradually, the last wounded soldier was overtaken by the Yellow Turban, and those waiting for them were crueler than death. They had to face the siege of dozens of old and weak women and children.

The screams of the wounded soldiers of the Han army did not stop, and the Han army that ran ahead also began to split. The yellow turban cavalry who had captured the horses of the Han army caught up and cut them into two. Although the yellow turban cavalry is not good at cavalry and shooting, and the technique of swinging a circular knife on the horse is not good, it is still very good to use the spear as a stick. Naturally, the fate of this part of the Han army can be imagined.

The Han soldiers in the front were panting heavily, and their legs were as heavy as lead. They had already overdrawn all their physical strength. If there is no desire to survive, they would already be a dead fish at this moment. The whistling hot wind blew past my ears, and the sound of horseshoes behind them got closer and closer. Is it just so dead? I can not be reconciled!

Suddenly, a gong rang, the sound of horse hooves behind it stopped abruptly, and the Yellow Turban retreated! Thousands of people immediately fell to the ground, lying on the ground like a dead fish, their chests violently rising, the sky was spinning, the earth was spinning, and the heads were spinning like paste. However, these are not important, the important thing is that the head is still on the shoulder!

On the vast plain spanning dozens of miles, there were dead bodies of people and horses, blood everywhere, white brains and stumps and broken arms everywhere. The dying horse wailed in waves, and the people who were seriously injured lay helplessly in the wilderness, occasionally moaning or two. Large swaths of crows and vultures flew in the distance, hovering in the air staringly.

Hundreds of thousands of yellow scarfs are cleaning the battlefield, and there is no trace of joy on their black and red faces. The ragged clothes can no longer cover their bodies. They are busy mechanically with their heads lowered and like oxen. The bodies of the Yellow Turban Army were everywhere, with countless minor and serious injuries. Only a few of the injured were healed, and most of them were still groaning in the wilderness. There is no medicine, no food, not even clothes.

Da Da Da, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves in the distance, hundreds of war horses galloped in, and they arrived in an instant. A sturdy man in two-step armor leaped off his horse lightly. He was more than eight feet tall, burly, and his eyes pierced. "Qu Shuai!" Seeing the strong man coming, the yellow turban soldiers around hurriedly greeted him.

"How about the casualties?" Qu Shuai threw the horse's rein to his entourage and strode over. "More than 8,000 died, most of them were old and weak women and children, 6,000 were seriously injured, and more than 10,000 were slightly injured." The leader who was counting took out the wooden slip and looked at it. Qu Shuai couldn't help taking a breath. Before the battle, he expected heavy casualties, but he didn't expect so many!

Born in troubled times, life is as cheap as a dog, and the dead are buried in a ritual, but what about these tens of thousands of wounded? "This time I seized a batch of grain and herbs, enough to eat and drink for half a month. It is said that the Han army has tens of thousands of stones in Yingyin and Yangdi. "You gather the captured horses, and I will leave in an hour. Surprise Yingyin. ""promise! "The leader agreed and went down.

Qu Shuai sat down on the ground, lost in thought. He is Qu Shuai Bocai of Runan Yellow Turban. He is an authentic farmer. He and Qu Shuai Pengtuo of Chen Guohuang Turban started the team together. Peng Tuo is currently conquering the city of Chen Guo to raise food, supplies and horses. He led a 100,000 yellow turban to meet Zhu Jun westward.

The current situation is very severe, and there is no shortage of food, herbs, weapons, armor, and horses. When the Yellow Turban came to Zhaoling, Zhaoling was already an empty city. If you want to go to supply and strengthen yourself, you must conquer a big city as soon as possible. So he set his sights on Junzhiyangdi in Yingchuan County, which was the supply base for the Han army.

Only by quickly defeating the Han army could he attack Yangdi, and he had no choice but to come up with this trick. Injured the enemy 10,000 and self-inflicted 8,000, but he couldn't help it. One hundred thousand yellow turbans, but 30,000 young and strong, and the rest are old and weak women and children. If you don't fight to death, there is no hope of winning. If you can't win, everything is a cloud.

"Qu Shuai, the horses are ready. There are about two thousand horses." Bocai stood up from the ground and rubbed his painful temples with two big hands, but did not notice that his buttocks were already covered with blood. What about blood? His whole body is already dirty. The reddish-brown is blood, the white of your brain, and the khaki is a mixture of sweat and soil.

"Xiaomin's hair is like a leek, cut and resurrected; his head is like a chicken, cut and screamed. The official does not have to be fearful, it must be light. But hopefully calm." The immature singing sounded again, accompanied by a slow rhythm. Drums. Dozens of fires ignited, and they went straight to the sky in an instant, and dozens of corpses writhed strangely in the fire.

The singing became louder and stronger, and the nearby yellow turban sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands folded, and his mouth kept chanting scriptures to mourn the dead. The piles of materials and vehicles were quickly sent down, dozens of flags of various colors were put out, and the Chinese characters in the center were written with words such as yellow towel, Jiazi, and Taiping in dripping ink.

Bocai looked back and took two thousand cavalry on the westward journey.

In Luoyang City, in the palace city, the emperor was sitting on the couch, surrounded by mountains of memorials. With the yellow turbans, the emperor stopped the banquet and closed the West Garden. Even Hongdumen didn't go to school very much. He has been thinking about a question in his heart. Is it true that I am really wrong? If I am not wrong, why does Zhang Jiao raise his arms and hundreds of thousands of people follow him?

The emperor's brain was thinking, but he unfolded the memos in his hand, looked at the title, then looked at the content, and then threw it aside. It's all trivial things, and there is no Yellow Turban at all. Didn't the entire bureaucracy of Han Dynasty notice Zhang Jiao? Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the two melodies.