New Story of Lv Bu

Han Zhong and Sun Xia were a little puzzled. The divine envoy said in the previous paragraph that Luoyang has heavy defense, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The latter said that once the time comes, they will immediately go north to attack Luoyang. Isn't this inconsistent? After all, the two of them are commanders of tens of thousands of troops. They are both smart and decisive. After thinking about it a little, they immediately understand. The key is timing. So how do you understand this sentence when the timing is right? ?

Zhang Mancheng is known as a divine messenger and is one of the great and wise teachers Zhang Jiao's right-hand man. He follows Zhang Jiao's preaching all the year round, and he is naturally very familiar with the world. He immediately guessed the thoughts of Han Zhong and Sun Xia, smiled immediately and explained them. "Luoyang has heavy defense, easy to defend and difficult to attack. That's right."

He picked up two tea bowls and buckled them on the desk. "The bigger one is Luoyang. The smaller one is Wanxian, which is only six hundred miles away from Luoyang. We are stationed in Wanxian, we are stationed in Wanxian, we are training the army, making weapons and armors, just like a fishbone stuck in the throat. I can't swallow and vomit, it's very uncomfortable!"

"Wow!" Sun Xia high-five and laughed. "It's true! The Han Dynasty was so uncomfortable that it was bound to send troops to fight. He was shrunk in a tortoise shell. We have no way of doing it. Once he comes out, it will be easier!" Zhang Mancheng slapped the case. "This is the time I was talking about. As long as we defeat this Han army and the city of Luoyang is empty, it is the best time for us to go north!"

"The reason why I gave you one month is to let you build an elite division, and secondly, it takes some time to build weapon armor. I guess that the Han Dynasty will not give us much time!" , Zhang Mancheng's eyes looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to see the future of the Yellow Turban Army through the broken void.

Han Zhong and Sun Xia nodded again and again. The envoy had stayed here for two months since they captured Wanxian County, and the army complained quite a bit. Both of them were discussing in private, thinking that this was a sign of timidity, and that great opportunities were wasted in vain. I don’t think that God’s Envoy is doing a great article, a great chess game with Shanhe as the chessboard and Luoyang as the bargaining chip!

"Within a month, I and I will train a good soldier, come here to meet the gods, and go north to Luoyang!"

Before the two armies, Bocai’s impassioned pre-war mobilization greatly encouraged the morale of the 100,000 Yellow Turbans. They held their heads high, and sang the ballads that were regarded as military songs in a deserted manner. Forced by the army. Would rather stand to die than kneel to live! Give me freedom or die! At this moment, 100,000 Yellow Turbans have already made their own choice!

In the Bingzhou Army, the only senior general on the watchtower was Jia Xu, a military division general. The decisive battle was just around the corner, and Lu Bu and Gao Shun had already led their troops forward. After experiencing the ups and downs of Jiuyuan City and the arduous years of two Northern Expeditions and one Eastern Expedition, the former angry youth Jia Wenhe has already matured, and his horizons and minds have broadened a lot.

This battle will be won, and it will be a big victory! He, Lu Bu, and Gao Shun have performed countless times. The question is how much to win. These forty thousand troops are the most quintessential part of the Union State Army, and they really cannot withstand huge damage. The most important thing is to do your best to save the lives of the soldiers. Therefore, as the elite of the elite, each soldier is armed to the teeth.

This battle took the risk of exposing the big killer in advance, and used crossbows and catapults at the beginning of the game. The purpose was to destroy the Yellow Turban's fighting will and reduce casualties. This is Jia Xuli's thunderous blow! His suggestion was strongly supported by Lu Bu, who paid more attention to the life of a soldier than weapons.

On the top of the hill, the left Zhonglang Jiang Huang Fusong, the right Zhong Lang Jiang Zhu Jun, and Qi Duwei Cao Cao were a little absent-minded, and their eyes and minds were all on the battlefield. Although the Bingzhou Army is elite, there are hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans. If there is a case, the man is in danger! Hou Cheng was still chatting and laughing, witty words came out casually, his eyes didn't even glance at the battlefield. In his eyes, these 100,000 yellow scarfs were nothing more than terracotta dogs, and there was no need for the state's military expenses.

There were only five hundred steps left between the two armies, and the Hezhou army finally stopped, and one hundred thousand yellow turbans sang military songs and strode forward. "Catapult, bed crossbow, get ready!" The prince of the Silver Fox Ghost Army issued a long command. Twenty catapults and forty bed crossbows slowly emerged from the riding formation of the Union State Army, and the sharp arrows aimed at the slowly coming Yellow Turban.

"Charge! Don't die!" Bo Cai slammed his right hand downwards, shouting and issuing orders. And the state army’s weapons are advanced and well armored, and the yellow turban can only be filled with human lives! "Catapult! Launch! Crossbow! Launch!" At the same time, the soldiers of the Silver Fox Ghost Army shouted and issued orders.

The catapult made a thunderous sound, just like a thunder in mid-air, which shook people's eardrums with severe pain. The round sling flew down from the air, then slammed heavily on the ground, bounced and flew up and hit another group of people. Hundreds of bed crossbows screamed and rushed towards the yellow turban pawns, the huge arrows gleaming with dazzling cold light.

In the Yellow Turban Army, the screams immediately sounded, tragic, one after another. Thousands of people were knocked down, knocked into the air, and shattered in an instant. The sky was full of stumps and broken arms, and a puff of blood burst out in an instant. The yellow turban pawns greeted death with various gestures, then fell softly and made intimate contact with the earth.

Hundreds of gaps appeared in the Yellow Army's large formation like being cut by a huge sickle. The seriously injured and dying people fell backwards with open arms, their eyes staring blankly at the sky. At this moment, their souls have ascended to the heaven of their dreams. The flesh is still stuck in the filth of the dunya, which, perhaps they have been looking forward to for a long time, died in a heroic battle as a warrior. Compared with the humble world, the dream paradise is more fascinating.

People with minor injuries subconsciously covered their wounds and slowly fell down, uttering tragic wailing in their mouths. The pain is like a flood that has broken a dam. It rushes from the wound to the heart, where it rolls and rushes. The powerful arrows and slings were so powerful that they were far beyond what people could bear. The hundreds of yellow turbans fainted with pain in an instant. Then, the yellow turban steppers stepped on their feet, and their fate can be imagined.

The catapult continued to make a thunderous sound, throwing the round slings to the surging crowd. The bed crossbow didn't show any weakness, and flew towards the yellow turban pawns howling. Time seems to have passed for a long, long time. The yellow turban pawns who rushed in the front kept falling down, and the ones behind were still roaring like a tide.

"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 for peace." This song is still singing, but it is intermittent. Like a boat in the ocean, floating and sinking in the miserable cry, drifting into the completely unknown darkness, distant and lonely.

Bo Cai had already seen splitting eyes and fierce eyes, but there was nothing he could do. He could only look at the Bingzhou Army, who was fighting for his life with a hundred thousand yellow turbans, and armed to the teeth with flesh and blood. He stretched his arms diagonally toward the sky, like a child eager for his mother to hug him. A series of sonorous and powerful scriptures came out of his mouth.

He is praying, praying to Huang Taiyi, the supreme lord god, the supreme lord god, please open up your compassionate eyes that know everything! Take a closer look at this upside-down world! Look at the slaughter your devout followers are suffering! Please use your supreme power and supernatural power to end this massacre quickly! I, Huang Turban Dafang Qu Shuai Bocai, are willing to sacrifice my life and blood to you!

Maybe it was Taiyi Zhonghuang who couldn't stand it anymore, maybe it was Bocai's prayer that worked, and the sound like thunder suddenly disappeared, and the huge arrow that roared was gone. Bocai opened his eyes and looked at the opposite side in surprise, and the state army's catapult and crossbow were slowly retreating.

"Those monsters have retreated!" "The Han army has no arrows!" "Come on! Rush up and smash them into pieces!" The angry yellow turban pawns roared, stood up from the blood and the broken corpses, and clenched tightly. With the weapon in his hand, he wiped a hand of sweat and blood from his face, and took a big step to continue the charge.

"Stuck in the camp! Three thousand Xinzheng soldiers are shooting from the back! The White Army covers left and right!" Lu Bu coldly ordered. Although there were corpses and wounds everywhere, the remaining tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans were still charging to the death. The Yellow Turban was so tenacious, which was far beyond his expectation. Since the Yellow Turban was willing to hit the stone with the pebbles, let them taste the power of the Union State Army!

"Get in the camp! Get ready!" Gao Shun rode on the horse and gave an order with a roar. In order to facilitate the command, he and the two hundred soldiers on the left and right did not dismount. Wow! The Six Thousand Falling Camp flipped the gauntlets back from both wrists, and then dropped the mask neatly. "Change formation! Four rows of horizontal teams!" Gao Shun's order came again.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" In an instant, the trapped camp formed four rows and shouted together. With both hands holding knives, Mo Dao points forward diagonally in his hands, this is a sign of preparation for attack. "Take the White Army, prepare for the crossbow!" Wei Yue also shouted and ordered. At present, the Yellow Turban does not see any signs of collapse. This is a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing is that he can finally play, and the bad thing is that it takes a little more time.

The distance between the howling yellow turban steppers and the trapped camp was only a hundred steps left, and their dark faces could already be seen clearly. Under the tremendous excitement and tension, their hands clasped their weapons tightly, and their fingers became pale due to excessive force. Their mouths were wide open, and they roared with all their strength.

"Bowman! Archery!" Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! Ten thousand arrows shot into the middle of the yellow turban pawns, and thousands of people were shot down. Within such a distance, the Han army generally uses iron arrows, which are characterized by great lethality and easy balance. This is also one of the major inventions of the original craftsman camp-now the craftsman.

The decisive battle has thus reached its climax.

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