New Story of Lv Bu

Zhang Liang's military talent is much higher than Zhang Bao's, and he is no longer on the same level. He immediately understood that his second brother Zhang Bao is at stake! "Array! Let the generals go over!" Zhang Liang waved his sword and gave orders. The Yellow Turban array immediately opened the middle door. Zhang Bao could not wipe the sweat from his head and face, and rode his horse past.

The three thousand yellow turban cavalry behind him had been chased by the Han army. They threw their helmets and unloaded their armor. When the door of the yellow turban formation opened wide, they were overjoyed. They hurriedly followed Zhang Bao and rushed in. The yellow turban is a big battle. As soon as the yellow turban cavalry had entered the battlefield, the yellow turban infantry on both sides immediately rushed in, trying to block the opening and shut the Han army cavalry out of the battlefield.

But the Bingzhou Turks and the Yellow Turban Cavalry bite too hard. The first half of the Turks has been wedged into the middle section of the Yellow Turban Cavalry. If you want to let the Yellow Turban cavalry pass, you must put the Bingzhou Turks in together. The Tuqi was entangled with the Yellow Turban cavalry? How can this be good? The Yellow Turban steppers hesitated.

As soon as it was delayed, Tuqi passed by biting the tail of the Yellow Turban cavalry. Kang Moli and her hundreds of soldiers ran in the front, only four to five hundred steps away from Zhang Bao in front. "Block the hole! Cut off the offender!" Zhang Liang was anxious, brandishing his sword and shouting. The yellow turban pawns on both sides let out a roar, rushing from both sides, trying to seal the gap.

"Rush over!" Wei Yue shouted, and rushed over with hundreds of soldiers. The hundreds of yellow turban steppers who rushed to block the gap were immediately stepped under the horses' hooves, and the yellow turban steppers on the left and right hesitated again. In this moment, the second half of Tuqi and the White Army rushed through the opening, leaving a place of smoke and dust. The dust raised in the wind fell on the yellow turban pawn, causing a violent cough.

This time the Yellow Turban battlefield was finally closed. The Yellow Turban pawns set up the rattan cards, picked up the spears and ring-saw knives, and prepared to defend against the attack of the Han army pawns. The big and small heads of the yellow scarf shouted loudly and gave a series of orders. "The sword and shield are moving forward!" "The spear is moving forward!" "The crossbowman is ready!"

At the moment of chaos, smoke and dust rose from the west, and it seemed that there were tens of thousands of monsters rolling in. The yellow turban pawns were suddenly shocked. "Qu Shuai, look at the smoke and dust, the heavy armored cavalry must come from behind! We have to grow a little heart." Military Master Wang Xian quietly said to Bodhisattva. Bodhi He nodded: "Our ten thousand team is the outermost, and it is not our turn to play."

The two of them had practiced behind closed doors for two full years since they had a great enlightenment in the Xianbei grassland and then they went down to try their crafts. Unexpectedly, the first attempt was a great success. The two even gathered twenty to thirty thousand believers. Later, the yellow turban was up and the great wise teacher invited him. Bodhi He and Wang Xian became the yellow turban leaders and leaders.

Now, both of them are gods with insight into the world, they have long seen that the Yellow Turban is not good, and they have made preparations in advance. Their eight hundred confidants and **** believers have long been in ambush in the jungle a hundred miles away. Once there is a turmoil, the two of them will be able to escape immediately and flee with the large amount of money they have gathered.

Since they were able to flee at any time, the two of them didn't care much about the outcome of this battle. If the Yellow Turbans won, they continued to mix, and the Han army won, and they continued to dormant in another place. As for the dream of peace in the world, both of them sneered. Where is there such a good thing in the world?

The billowing smoke finally dissipated, and the heavenly soldiers finally revealed their true colors. They turned out to be the heavy cavalry of the Union State Army! They wore hideous masks on their faces, their bodies were wrapped in fine steel armor, and under their crotches was a tall and handsome Xiliang steed. The whole body exudes a cold murderous aura, making people cold from head to toe.

"Assault!" Fenwu General Gao Shun and Hu Ben General Cheng Lian issued orders almost at the same time. Six thousand six hundred trapped camps and six thousand six hundred tigers and leopards rode toward two huge iron fists, and slammed into the center of the Yellow Turban formation. The high-speed war horse rushed into the yellow turban in an instant, and the hot knife cut the butter generally tore two huge holes.

The sound of the earth-shaking horses' hoofs and the screaming sound of one after another sounded together, and the yellow turban pawns continued to fly into the air, spewing a puff of blood, waving their limbs helplessly in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground. Part of the brave yellow turban infantry roared and greeted the Bianzhou cavalry with weapons in their hands, but the horse speed was too fast, not only did not hit the enemy, but was also led by the horse to rush forward, and finally fell down after a few steps. On the ground.

Where the horse hooves of the heavy armored cavalry passed, there were messy bodies everywhere, and the dead lay quietly there, letting their horses stom on large and small holes in them. The people who are still alive struggled in vain, being trampled down by horseshoes, and struggling again and again, trying to stand up until there was no sound.

In the sky, trapeze flying around, on the earth, people are trampled to death by horseshoes. The people who were still alive screamed in horror and waved their weapons frantically. Their purpose was not to kill the enemy, but to embolden themselves. The Binzhou cavalry didn't need to wield weapons at all, as long as they held Mo Dao diagonally in their hands, they would kill dozens of people.

The two heavy-armored cavalry coordinated left and right to echo each other, like two huge iron plows, ploughing dozens of ravines in the yellow turban formation. These dozens of ravines were swept away by the heavy armored cavalry behind, and immediately became empty, but after a few breaths, within a radius of hundreds of steps, the yellow turban pawns were nowhere to be seen.

The yellow turban pawns outside the center of the storm were frightened, and the blood splashing around and the tragic battle always tortured their fragile nerves. These people were peasants a few months ago. Although they have firm beliefs and good training, they have never experienced such a tragic battlefield. Quite a few people bent down and vomited, and more people stood there, dumbfounded, obviously frightened.

At this moment, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and the trapped camp had been killed, and the state army rushed forward and rolled in. Their faces, bodies, and immediately were splattered with blood. The scarlet blood mixed with the white brain and the black mud, giving off a **** air, which made people feel sick. A stream of real murderous aura radiated from their bodies, covering all directions.

As the Bingzhou heavy cavalry rushed forward, the yellow turban infantry on both sides fell one after another. The heads were chopped down like melons and vegetables, and the guru rolled all over the ground, a cloud of blood sprayed from the neck, and the headless body crashed down. The galloping war horse rumbling past, splashed a puff of smoke mixed with blood.

The fragile nerves of the Yellow Turban infantry finally couldn't stand it anymore, they dropped their weapons, turned over and ran regardless. "The devil is coming!" "Run!" "If you don't run, you'll be dead!" There were dozens, hundreds, and suddenly, with a crash, the entire Yellow Turban array collapsed.

The Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and the trapped camp galloped past in front of the ruined soldiers. Their target was Zhang Bao, not the yellow turban infantry who had lost their will to fight. The yellow turban infantry on the left and right looked at the Bingzhou heavy cavalry galloping past them in amazement, holding their heads and continuing to run wildly. This time, they ran faster.

Bodhi He and Wang Xian exchanged glances, and the two quietly left the large army, bringing dozens of trusted followers, and galloping south. Fortunately, the attention of the Bingzhou Army was on the Digong General Zhang Bao. There were fleeing yellow turban infantry in all directions. No one paid attention to this dozens of yellow turban cavalry.

Seeing that they had escaped for more than twenty miles, the two people slowed down and wiped the cold sweat on their faces and necks with their sleeves. "Unexpectedly, the Bingzhou army is so fierce, it seems that Zhang Jiao is going to be over!" Bodhi He took a breath, feeling like a survivor. "It will be a matter of time for Zhang Jiao to collapse. He hides in the big tent all day and cultivates some golden core, ignores foreign affairs, does not seize the opportunity to attack Luoyang, it is strange if he does not collapse!" Wang Xian snorted angrily.

"Leaving the Yellow Turban this time, I don't know where you and I are buried!" Bodhi sighed with emotion. Thinking back to the five or six years of life in the Yellow Turban army, he is now panicked like a dog in the house, and he feels real resentment in his heart. "Go to Jiangdong, Jiangdong is very populous, and with money, everything is easy to do!" Wang Xian seemed to say confidently.

"Okay! Let's go to Jiangdong! Fortunately, we were well prepared this time, and the loss is not big. In less than a year, we will definitely accomplish a lot!" Bodhi said vigorously with his whip to the south. "Hahahaha!" Wang Xian laughed: "Go to Jiangdong! With these 800 cavalrymen, you will surely be able to achieve a new career!"

Zhang Liang was swept back by the ruined army. At first, he cursed in a big victory. He drew out his sword and chopped a dozen yellow turban pawns who fleeed without permission. Later, more and more routs fleeed, and they couldn't beat them. In the end, someone used a weapon to slash him. Although he was immediately killed by his own soldiers, Ke Shi really frightened him.

Reluctantly, Zhang Liang had to sigh and retreat to Guangzong under the protection of thousands of cavalry. "Go north! Enter the city from the west gate!" Zhang Liang made a decision in an instant. The Bingzhou army was pursuing the second brother Zhang Bao, but didn't notice him, so when he didn't escape at this time, when would he stay? As for the second brother Zhang Bao, it depends on his good fortune!

"Don't leave Zhang Bao!" "Cut off Zhang Bao's first level to make a urinal!" "It's Zhang Bao who wears a red robe!" There were shouts of killing, and the chasing soldiers were getting closer and closer. Bao was so frightened that he desperately urged the horses to flee. But the Xiliang horses under his hips ran wildly for more than ten miles. They were already exhausted and could no longer speed up.

"Zhang Bao is in front!" Kang Moli waved Ma Jian and shouted loudly. The distance between her and Zhang Bao is only more than 300 steps, and it is still shrinking. Hearing the shouting and killing coming closer and closer, and seeing the slower and slower war horse, Zhang Bao was shocked. Am I going to die here today?

Suddenly, a gentle voice rang. "Don't panic, General Duke! Poor Dao is here!"