New Story of Lv Bu

The yellow turban was really tofu dregs. The Han army had just pierced through the 20,000-strong formation of the Yellow Turban army, and the yellow turban behind it immediately retreated, completely ignoring the yellow turban that fled in all directions. The Han cavalry wielded the ring sword, galloping horizontally and horizontally, slashing the lonely yellow turban, the yellow turban array was still retreating, completely frightened and afraid to fight.

If the Han army watched carefully, they would see that the weapons discarded all over the floor were nothing but farm tools such as hoes and sticks, and most of the soldiers who were chopped down were elderly men in their 50s and 60s. The soldiers who fled in all directions seemed panicked, but in fact they all ran to the left and right of the Yellow Turban army formation, and none of them returned to attack the army formation.

All this clearly shows that this unit is old and weak and is used to lure the enemy. It's a pity that there are no experienced scouts in the Han army, and Cao Cao is also the first time he has led the troops in battle, and he didn't even notice. The Confucian scholars of this dynasty look down on Wu Fu and disdain to ask them for advice. In contrast, it is easier to talk about military affairs on paper. Ever since, when the Yellow Turban wind rose, the bureaucrats who talked about war on paper all learned extremely profound lessons, including Cao Cao and Cao Mengde.

Cao Cao swung his sword and galloped his horse, whirring wind and the horror of yellow turban pawns in his ears. All this made him feel satisfied. It turned out that the real battlefield was so marvelous and breathtaking. From this moment on, he fell in love with the battlefield completely, and this became the beginning of his life as a military horse.

In an instant, Cao Cao reunited with two thousand cavalrymen. In front of him were the yellow turban infantrymen who were shrinking constantly, and the cavalrymen rushing forward on the left and right. At this moment, he felt that he was a general who commanded thousands of troops, the earth is under my feet, and the mountains and the mountains are in my hands. "Care for the Yellow Turban, here is a battle! Come with me!"

Cao Cao slapped his horse and danced his sword, and rushed to the front. The hundreds of thousands of yellow towels in front of him, in his eyes, looked like a chicken, and they would fall apart with a single touch. People are bloody, especially the soldiers. This recruit Danziqiduo dares to attack hundreds of thousands of yellow turbans with four thousand Han troops. This courage is commendable!

The two thousand stone high-ranking officials are not afraid of death, so what can we count with this bitter fate? His grandma's, fight it! "General Cao is mighty!" "The Han army is mighty!" The four thousand Han army yelled, as if several thunderbolts in mid-air caused people's eardrums to ache. The morale of the four thousand Han soldiers was like a rainbow, and they charged forward desperately.

"Hahahaha!" Pengtu laughed: "Wu Na Cao Thief, let you taste the power of the Yellow Scarf!" Then he took out the flag and waved it a few times, and the golden drum flag immediately conveyed his order. The slowly moving Yellow Turban formation finally stopped. The Yellow Turban infantry turned over, raised their weapon shields, and looked at the Han army with pity.

Huh? Xiaoyanger, stopped? Isn't it going to be a contest? Let you see how powerful the Han army is! Two thousand Han riders rushed over like a whirlwind, Han Qi accelerated his horse speed, bent down, and prepared to plow trenches in the yellow turban stride with extremely high horse speed. As long as they pierce the Yellow Turban formation again, they believe they will flee.

Three hundred steps??? Two hundred steps??? One hundred steps??? Fifty steps??? The Han ride is getting closer and closer, the rapid gasping of the horse is close to the ear, and the face of the Han army can be clearly seen. Clearly Chu. Dangdang! Dangdang! The pawns in front of the Yellow Turban formation turned around and ran back to the formation. Behind them was a horse Pingchuan! The door opens!

The cavalry of the Han army were ecstatic. This group of yellow turbans had more tofu dregs than the 20,000 people in front of them, and they turned and fled before they arrived. No, there seems to be something wrong, what are the rows standing in the middle of Mapingchuan? They looked intently and finally saw it clearly, and they placed three rows of rebels on the Pingchuan River. Juma is as tall as one person, all made of large wood, and eight feet are buried more than three feet deep in the ground. According to immediately, he also brought branches and leaves, which were obviously the raw materials for the yellow towels to build their shack.

"Oh!" "Yeah!" A scream came. The Han cavalry in the front row was caught off guard and slammed into it. The man and horse were smashed into a pile of minced meat at such a high speed. , There is no possibility of being spared. The Han cavalry behind was shocked, and quickly reined in their horses. Most of them couldn't hold back their feet and continued to bump into them. A small number of people successfully reined their horses, flew into the sky in various postures, and then embraced the earth. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they turned into ground gourds.

Cao Cao was adept at bowing horses. Seeing that the situation was not good, he pressed his hands on the horse's back and rose into the air, adjusted his balance in the air, kicked a Han rider, and landed firmly on the horse. At this moment, the corpses of people and horses were everywhere on the battlefield, piled up in front of Juma, and the blood converged into small streams, instantly staining the earth reddish brown.

"Crossbowmen, let go!" Peng Tuo yelled. Thousands of yellow turban crossbowmen opened their bows and set up arrows, and a cloud of arrows shot towards the Han army. "Don't stop! Run over! A slow step is death!" Cao Cao yelled, waving his sword and rushing up. In front is the triple refusal, and the sky is a black arrow cloud. As long as you stay here for a few breaths, the four thousand Han army will become a lonely ghost!

Hearing Cao Cao's yelling, the Han army was taken aback. At this moment, Cao Cao rushed forward with his horse and sword. This Han army was mostly county soldiers, all well-trained, and immediately followed the coach without a word. This was an accidental hit. Thousands of people had just rushed between the rebels, and the hundreds of Han troops who had fallen behind fell to the ground with arrows.

Cao Cao controlled the horse to sway from left to right, bypassing the horse to fight into the Yellow Turban formation. At this moment, three or four hundred cavalry were gathered around him. "Don't stop! Come with me! First go through the enemy formation!" Cao Cao swung his sword, chopped down two yellow turban pawns, and accelerated his horse forward. The three or four hundred cavalry on the left and right had already blasted out the real fire. They gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, brandishing their ring-swords, and smashed their way through the Yellow Turban pawns.

Cao Cao swung his sword, slashing left and right, rushing to the front, but his heart was bleeding. Regret it! Because of his underestimation of the enemy, the four thousand Han troops are under heavy siege. They must learn their lessons in the future and must not despise anyone, even a bandit leader! There are also scouts, and why is there no one on the left and right to dissuade myself?

On the hill where Huangfusong and Zhu Jun are, the Yellow Turban offensive is still going on, but it has weakened a lot. Most of the Yellow Turbans are attracted by the army that is attacking the Yellow Turbans. Everyone wants to know who is the 250 coach who leads the team? How dare to attack hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans with thousands of Han troops? Isn't this gaining and losing heart? What is it?

Around the hill, there are more than 1,500 infantrymen and more than 800 cavalry who can fight, and more than 1,000 wounded soldiers are on the top of the hill. They just went through a simple dressing, the Jinchuang medicine has already been used up, and the most terrible thing is that there is no water. The wounded people behaved very stiffly, resisting the pain, and did not say a word in the pit.

Due to the lack of water for a long time, Huangfusong's voice has been hoarse, and the army next to him handed a water bag: "Zhonglang, please!" Huangfusong glared at him dissatisfied. "Take it away. I told you to leave the water for the wounded." "Zhonglang, it's not water, it's horse urine!" The pro soldier blushed.

"Oh?" Huangfusong opened the stopper, and a bashful air rushed toward his face. He picked up the water sac, filled it halfway, and handed it to Zhu Jun. "Good guy, it tastes good, but the smell of fishy smell is a little heavier." Zhu Jun didn't answer, unplugging the plug and pour the remaining horse urine into his belly, burping comfortably.

"Brother Gongwei, the Han army is under heavy siege. I led the cavalry to rescue him and attacked the yellow ant thief by the way. This hill is entrusted to you!" He handed over to Zhu Jun after he finished speaking. "Brother Yizhen, don't worry! I'll wait for you to return!" Zhu Jun burped again. To be honest, apart from the fishy smell, this horse urine is quite smelly.

Seeing that it was about to break through the yellow turban formation, a yellow turban cavalry rushed toward him, the number was not large, only four to five hundred. After a hedge, only a hundred riders were left beside Cao Cao. "Just work harder! There are Han cavalry in front of us!" Cao Cao was frightening, saying it to the Yellow Turban and to his own people.

At this time, Cao Mengde was not the future Cao Mengde. He had never spoken in the army. In addition, he had made accurate and rapid judgments since the battle. The Han army had always been convinced, and immediately followed Cao Cao with a roar. Cao Cao yelled, and the sword slashed left and right to speed up the horse and rush to the forefront. It was not that he was not afraid of death, or that it could not inspire the army!

Huangfusong led eight hundred cavalry, and one charge defeated the yellow turban infantry besieging the hill and threw the thousand yellow turban cavalry behind him far behind. In front of him was the huge formation of the Yellow Turban, and I could only hear the sound of killing in front of the sky. A Cao-shaped banner rushed right and left in the yellow Turban formation, just unable to get out.

"Follow me!" Huang Fusong brandished his sword and led the eight hundred cavalry to rush towards the Cao banner. After a few breaths, the 800 people broke through the yellow turban pawns and rushed into the yellow turban formation. Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! An arrow cloud flew, and the cavalry around Huangfusong fell off their horses like dumplings.

Bang bang bang! Huang Fusong used his sword to call the arrow, while riding his horse forward, he also chopped seven or eight yellow turban pawns. Fortunately, the combat skills of the Yellow Turban Crossbowmen are not good, otherwise the old man would really want to be shrouded in horse leather! Huangfusong sighed in his heart, and finally rushed out of the attack range of the Yellow Turban Crossbowman.

When Huangfu Song was riding his horse and galloping, he suddenly heard someone yelling in front of him: "Here is Huangfu Zhonglang? Cao Cao and Cao Mengde have been waiting for a long time!" Huangfu Song looked intently, and came to have a length of seven feet, thin eyes and long beard. His eyes were piercing, his face seemed to be smiling, and his body was immediately covered with blood.

Huangfu Song smoothly chopped over a yellow turban **** and responded: "Yes! Someone is Huangfu Song! General Cao, this is not the place to speak, please follow me up the mountain!" Hahahaha! Cao Cao laughed: "Huangfu Zhonglang, my subordinates are still under siege. How dare Meng De survive alone? After I rescue the besieged army horse, it will not be too late to follow Zhonglang up the mountain!"

Hahahaha! Huangfu smiled loudly and said, "In that case, the old man will let you go for a while!"