"No!……"

A garrison of the garrison army steered his horse and stabbed the chaotic enemy formation, piercing hard through the chest of a yellow turban thief. Blood was splattering. He was about to throw it up with a shot, but when he looked closely, he let out a shrill roar: "No!... uncle..."

On the tip of the gun was a thin middle-aged man wearing a yellow turban and a Confucian shirt. The middle-aged man vomited blood and shouted bitterly at the Junhou: "Tiger head..."

"Hutou" is the nickname of the garrison army. His surname was Zhao Yu. He was originally a farmer near the countryside of Shouzhang County. Last year, because Song Shijiang and Liangshan heroes regained the Shouzhang County town, which was captured by the Yellow Turbans, and used a lot of money and true feelings to recruit soldiers and horses. He was moved by the garrison army. He also grew up and trained to fight bravely, and because he read some books with his uncle and could read some words. This was quite rare among the people of Guizhou during the Han Dynasty. Lei Heng then promoted him as one of the four garrison army in the garrison army, with the command of two hundred soldiers under his command.

"No! They are all nearby people! No! Stop... Stop..." Zhao Yu shouted shrillly. He jumped off his horse and hugged his mother's uncle who died under his gun, crying bitterly.

"Stop..."

The soldiers of the Shouzhang Guard Battalion, holding swords and guns, were stunned. How could they have imagined that the defeated army fleeing in front of them were approaching the people! The people wearing yellow turbans in front of them were actually approaching the people! The soldiers who died under the swords and guns of the garrison soldiers, had broken limbs and arms, their bodies and heads separated, and blood flowed into a river were actually approaching the people!

"What's going on?..." A garrison leader grabbed a villager dressed in yellow turbans, crying in a mess and shouted.

"They...they drive us away...if they don't come, they kill...they're all the wives and babies at their hands..." The villager collapsed on the bloody ground and cried bitterly, clamoring for the sky and snatching the earth.

At this time, the soldiers of the garrison camp clearly saw the chaotic villager's turbans, and the last hundreds of pawns dressed in yellow turbans were running backwards like a tide, so agile and orderly.

"I'm cheating! I've been tricked! I'm a thief..." Lei Heng pulled the horse's reins and shouted in anger!

"There is a fraud! There are cavalry on the left side!..." Ling Zhen clearly saw the smoke rising from the mountains on the left, sweeping towards the garrison camp outside the city like a sandstorm. He was so anxious that he raised his throat and shouted.

The remaining city gate guards and the soldiers of the firearm blasting battalion were anxiously shouting: "There is a fraud! Come back quickly! Come back quickly!"

The soldiers of the garrison battalion felt the earth trembling under their feet, and also heard the sound of horse hooves rumbling like thunder, and all looked to the left. Two or three miles away on the left, thousands of cavalry wrapped in yellow turbans were wrapped in rolling smoke and dust, and war horses neighed, rushing towards them with mountains and seas. In the sun, you can clearly see the brightness of the swords and guns holding high and the hideous faces of opening their mouths.

"Go back to the city! Go back to the city quickly!..." Ling Zhen and the defenders in the city shouted anxiously.

"Go back to the city! Go back to the city!..." The garrison soldiers under their command were screaming and clamoring, backwards and pushing, their faces were pale, and their cold sweat was flowing. The hands holding guns and shields were trembling involuntarily.

Lei Heng was also sweating coldly, Leng Jingjing's sweat had already wet the hilt of his Pu Dao. "Is it too late?" He smiled bitterly and looked back at the distance from the city gate. Two miles away, the cavalry was two or three miles away from their garrison camp. When they ran to the city gate with two legs, the cavalry had already rushed to the enemy, facing the backs, and was purely massacred, let alone rushing into the narrow city gate. Yes, isn't the city gate exactly what the Yellow Turban Army hopes you open?

"Good plan!" Lei Heng understood everything. The Yellow Turban Army drove the nearby villagers to pretend to be Yellow Turban in order to lead your garrison battalion to fight; show the enemy to be weak, fight, rush to the formation, chase, everything is for your garrison battalion to protect the city; if your garrison battalion does not return to the city, the cavalry will swallow the infantry; if your garrison battalion escapes back to the city, the city gates will be wide open, human legs will be opposite to horse legs, and rob the city!

Lei Heng immediately understood everything. He smiled bitterly, and after laughing, he let out a shocking roar: "Line up!... against the enemy!"

The four military marquis shouted shrillly: "Line in the array... against the enemy..."

The garrisons understood everything. They looked back at the city with nostalgia, but calmed down, stopped pushing and making noise, and silently lined up under the roar of Junhou Tunchang. The first row of shield soldiers half kneeled on the ground, with the shields stuck on the ground at 60 degrees, and their shoulders were tightly supported. Behind them were a row of shields, and the pawns were as steady as rocks and mountains. One of the spears was closely attached to each other through the shield soldiers, and spears were pierced straight from the shield eyes, like hedgehogs. The gunmen placed the spears forty-five degrees on the ground, one kick in front, one kick in the tail end of the spear, and one kick behind to support their bodies. There were very few archers. When they rushed forward, a large number of soldiers discarded the crossbows and picked up hundreds of them nearby, all of which were bows and crossbows, and arrows were on the strings. The battle was about to die, and the air was frozen!

Ling Zhen slapped the battlements in pain, "No! Come back quickly!".

He turned around and roared at his commander who was busy at the top of the city: "Architecture, are the artillery ready?" But he knew best, how could it be so fast! Dozens of artillery weighing hundreds or thousands of pounds need to be moved out of the barracks, lifted up to the top of the city, and set up a base. How could only be the 400 soldiers of the firearm blasting battalions have time? The soldiers drove away the ox carriages loaded with artillery, and the ones on the city were lifted and carried, and each was so tired that they were sweating profusely.

Ling Zhen knew that it was too late. The six-person responsibility system he had arranged was that one squat cannons, which was to set up a squat cannon, a squat cannon, a squat cannon, a deputy gunner and a aiming hand, two loaders, and two clearers. A dedicated person was responsible for a squat cannon, and everyone was spinning around his artillery. Ling Zhen shouted: "Four, five, and dozens of people, set up a squat cannon first, let the others go down and put them down..." After hearing Ling Zhen's order, he immediately dropped the cannons in his hand, and formed a group of four, five, and lifted up the cannons in a hurry.

Although he talked too much, in fact, in a moment, Lei Heng looked at the rumbling smoke and dust getting closer and closer, pulled open his throat and roared: "Fight with them!"

"Fight!" The soldiers of the garrison camp roared together.

Suddenly, a rude voice shouted loudly: "Damn, I haven't eaten enough meat yet. I have only eaten half a year of meat in my life!"

"Gouwa, why are you still the ones?" I heard that it was the head of the gate of the gouwa who shouted.

Gouwa ignored the gate chief and continued to yell: "Damn the Yellow Turban, damn, damn. I'm doing well in Shouzhang. How can I eat meat every five days in the camp? Half a year, only half a year..." He kept yelling and scolding.

Lei Heng stared at the big eyes, his hair and hair were all open, and he shouted: "Living, alive, every meal is full of meat. I will take out all my silver pay to buy you meat..."

"You must live and drive away the Yellow Turban!" A military marquis riding a horse beside him also shouted, "I will take it out too!"

"Alive, drive away the Yellow Turbans!" Everyone roared, cheering themselves up.

The sky gradually dimmed. The blood-red sunset in the sky reflected the yellow turbans on the heads of the rushing Yellow Turban cavalry, reflecting the charming black yellow. "Shoot", the marquis of the garrison roared, and more than a hundred crossbows were roaring at the Yellow Turban cavalry with the sound of breaking the wind. There was no need to aim at it, dozens of cavalry screamed and rolled off the galloping horses.

Unfortunately, there is no chance to shoot a second archery. "Kill!" The Yellow Turban Cavalry roared and smiled cruelly, with a long spear on the flat side, and a big knife raised. The torrent of the black and iron cavalry suddenly hit the hedgehog composed of guns and shields.

"ah……"

"hiss……"

Because of the momentum, the war horses in the front row were inserted into their bodies by countless spears. They stomped in a sarcasm and threw them down heavily. The Yellow Turban Cavalry on their bodies were lifted away before they could even shout, and fell under the iron hooves of the war horses in the back row, their bodies were as muddy as paper and their brains were broken.

The situation in the garrison battalion was even worse! The shield blocked the horse's stance and the spear pierced into the horse's body, but the soldiers in the front row had already been knocked away by the extremely powerful impact of the war horses. They fell down behind, their sternum was broken, their mouths were spitting blood, and they screamed in pain.

In the second row and the third row, row after row of steel torrents crashed over with unstoppable impact, and the array of the garrison battalions was like grass in heavy rain, with a violent impact.

The clanging sound of weapons colliding, the screams of people and horses falling to the ground, the sound of weapons tearing their bodies and bones, and the crazy killing shouts of despair, here the sorrow and joy of knocking on the gates of hell were played.

There were only a dozen horse-riding soldiers behind the infantry formation of the garrison battalion. Lei Heng looked left and right and roared: "Kill!", and clamped his horse's belly, raised his paw and rushed up. "Kill!" Zhao Yu and four other military marquises and other cavalry also roared, picked up their spears and rushed up.

Lei Heng rushed up and sideways to avoid the oncoming spear, "kill", and opened his eyes wide open. Park Knife in his hand slashed with horses. The Yellow Turban Cavalry screamed and fell off his horse, trying to cover his half-broken thigh. Lei Heng no longer cared about him, Park Knife took the opportunity to block the spear stabbed by another Yellow Turban Cavalry on the right. "kill", he roared again, Park Knife waved heavily, and the head of the second Yellow Turban Cavalry flew up.

The military marquis Zhao Yu also rushed to the enemy. His spear was as fast as lightning. He stabbed into the body of a yellow turban cavalry coming towards him. The cavalry screamed, but he did not give up and used his last strength to cut off the big knife in his hand. Zhao Yu dodged sideways and avoided the big knife, but several long spears were stabbed in the opposite direction. There was no way to avoid it. A few "puff" and "puff" sounds, the spear stabbed into Zhao Yu's body, blood was like a fountain.

"General..." Zhao Yu vomited blood, looked at Lei Heng, who was fighting in front of him with his last glance, screamed softly, and fell off the saddle with a slam, and died.

Lei Heng slashed several spears that were coming quickly with a knife, turned around and looked back, his eyes were full of cracks, and he roared shrillly: "Zhao Yu!" A cavalry next to him saw the opportunity, and slashed down with a big knife. "General", a military marquis on the left hurriedly rushed over and threw the cavalry down. Both of them fell to the ground. The enemy quadrupled and could not turn over. The military marquis had no time to hold the gun, so he opened his mouth and bit the enemy's throat.

"Hiss..." The cavalry hissed, his legs kept fluttering, rolling his eyes, and then widened his eyes and died. Seeing this, the Yellow Turban Cavalry next to him stabbed several spears together. The military marquis' spear entered his body, and blood splattered through the spear, and his anger was cut off and he died.

"Ah..." Lei Heng's eyes were cleaved and blood was roaring wildly, as if he was crazy tiger, and his sword danced like the wind. In an instant, the Yellow Turban Cavalry surrounded by all sides fell down, blood splattered and flesh flew.
Chapter completed!