On this day, there was a chaotic battle. The Yellow Turbans and the Xiliang soldiers fought frequently, and they encountered countless battles.

In the evening, Dong Zhuo's team, exhausted from running, found in despair that there was a large group of yellow scarves blocking the road ahead.

"Uh-" Dong Zhuo reined in his horse urgently, not caring to raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. With a look of anxiety on his face, Dong Zhuo pulled up the reins and turned the horse's head, "Walk in the fields!" Dong Zhuo shouted hoarsely with a dry mouth.

There was a sound, and there was a barren field on the left. Dong Zhuo kicked the horse's belly, and the horse jumped low and crossed the field ridge into the barren field, and then crossed the field with one hoof deep and one hoof shallow and headed south.

When the sun went down, the Yellow Turbans continued to encircle the Xiliang cavalry. During the night, the encirclement and suppression continued.

All night, Dong Zhuo did not dare to stay or walk. He only walked in the fields. He was in panic all night until dawn. On the afternoon of the second day, Dong Zhuo encountered a large army of government troops coming slowly, and then he calmed down.

Looking back, Dong Zhuo had less than fifty riders left.

Today is October 17th.

Dong Zhuo led the Xiliang cavalry to advance rashly, underestimating the enemy. He was first invited into a trap, and then was ambushed from all sides. Hundreds of people fought in small battles, and the Xiliang soldiers suffered constant casualties, and eventually suffered heavy casualties.

When the remaining Xiliang cavalry fled back one after another, they were all numbered, and only about three hundred of the thousand cavalry were left.

Ten Pavilions have gone to Seven Pavilions, and seven hundred cavalry have been lost.

In this battle, the Yellow Turbans suffered several times as many casualties as the Xiliang soldiers, with thousands killed and wounded.

After Zhang Jiao crippled Dong Zhuo's cavalry in one fell swoop, all the Yellow Turbans shrank back. I don't know what Zhang Jiao's intention was.

After rendezvousing with the infantry brigade, Dong Zhuo learned a lesson and refused to advance rashly again.

No matter how afraid Dong Zhuo was of being ambushed, he was not careless. He walked and stopped for a while, fearing that the marching team would lengthen and he would be attacked by the Yellow Turbans if he was unable to move forward or backward.

However, for two days in a row, not only were there no more Yellow Turbans blocking intersections, there was not even a single Yellow Turban left.

He knew that there was something wrong with the Yellow Turban, but he had just suffered a huge loss. Dong Zhuo would rather march as slow as a turtle than to go a little faster, but it didn't matter. This played into Zhang Jiao's plan.

During the main battle between Dong Zhuo and Zhang Jiao, the rebel army and Zhang Bao's partial division fought several battles one after another on the side road. In each battle, the priority was to defeat the enemy, annihilation as the priority, and capture of prisoners as the priority. In several battles, nearly 10,000 Yellow Turban prisoners were captured.

The military strength of the Yellow Turban Division has been greatly reduced.

If they want to attack the city, the rebels already have sufficient manpower.

Zhang Bao was worried about the war, and he still remembered the strategy of attacking the army from a flank as mentioned by his brother before leaving. Therefore, although he was defeated in consecutive battles, Zhang Bao's fighting spirit remained undiminished. Every time he lost, within a day or two, he would regroup and come back again.

This also plays into the rebel army's ambitions.
Chapter completed!