While the Yellow Turban Army was in chaos, the army in the distance had already rushed forward.

That army is completely different from the ragged Yellow Turban Army. They are all well-equipped and well-equipped. Each of them rides a strong war horse under their crotch, and there is a long sword in their hands. The blade is shining with cold light, which shows that it is a sharp blade, very sharp.

Seeing the cavalry with fierce expressions, Zhang Rao knew that they were elites of the enemy. He suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but sweat: "Is it the elite cavalry of the Northern Pirate General Zhang Liao who was dispatched?"

He remembered that when the prefect of Beihai Jia Xu sent troops to attack Linzi, the Beihai Commander Zhang Liao also returned to the army and did not fight against his Yellow Turban soldiers. Now it seems that they left Beihai and went straight to Linzi to strengthen Linzi's defense.

Thinking of the enemy's establishment of such heavy defense in Linzi, Zhang Rao felt bitter and knew that this battle was difficult to please. The only way to imagine was to rely on many people to surround the enemy's army and polish the enemy's cavalry alive. Only when the enemy's elite troops were lost could they move forward and fight with the enemy guarding Linzi City.

He ordered loudly, asking his subordinates to come forward to fight. But when the Yellow Turban soldiers saw the enemy's fierce appearance, no one dared to come forward? They all looked around in panic, trying to find a way to escape.

Zhang Rao was furious and personally led the supervisory team forward, slashing several deserters in a row before driving the front army forward to kill.

The war horses galloped, and the group of cavalry instantly broke into the Yellow Turban Army. Facing these refugees holding swords and guns, they entered the flock of sheep like tigers and began to kill them.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were all frightened and looked at each other, raising their eyes toward each other, but they saw the war horses galloping wildly. The knight's blade was as cold as water, and he waved his sword and slashed in the air, slashing the fragile throat of the refugee wrapped in yellow cloth.

The cavalry rushed past, blood spurted out from his neck. The Yellow Turban soldier who was hit by the knife fell to the sky, leaving only a shrill scream, echoing in the air.

A thousand iron cavalry rushed into the enemy's army, and the ones who were invincible were invincible. In just a moment, they had already killed their heads and rolled into the depths of the Yellow Turban Army.

Sima Jun's eyes were far away on the leader of the Thousand Iron Cavalry. He saw him wearing armor and looking handsome, holding an extremely thick Fangtian painting halberd. The sharp edge of the halberd was cold and cold, showing that it was a magic weapon. Wherever the blade passed, the yellow turban soldiers on the ground were chopped and flew backwards. In front of him, there was no one-union enemy.

Sima Jun was secretly terrified. The force of the Beihai Commander Zhang Liao was beyond the reach of the world. The general's force seemed to be above him. Could it be that another powerful general appeared in the enemy army?

In the Qingzhou state, how could I hear of such a powerful general with a halberd? Sima Jun was puzzled and suddenly remembered someone, and couldn't help but be shocked.

The most famous one in the world is that Liu Sha, the King of Wuwei who once killed the powerful general Lu Bu, is the one who has the power of the Luoyang court.

His fearful eyes fell on the enemy general, remembering what the whistleman said to him:

"There are already prepared in Linzi City. They sent troops to control the five..."

Sima Jun recalled the soldier's mouth before his death, and felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He already understood that what the soldier was going to say was:

The court, the middle, the martial arts, the power, the king!

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Zhang Liao led the ambush and hid in the mountains, worried and anxious.

The lord ordered himself to lead his troops to lurk here, but he wanted to take the cavalry to charge. He was just injured today. If there was a mistake, he would be able to redeem himself for a hundred deaths!

Zhang Liao also knelt down and tried to persuade him, but was scolded by his lord. He had to bring more than tens of thousands of troops and horses to guard here. He watched the 100,000 Yellow Turbans pass by him, but could not attack him, and he felt even more depressed.

He looked up at the distance, looking forward to it. As soon as the lord's order arrived, he would rush out and kill the enemy generals to achieve great achievements!

Dozens of soldiers with good eyes were around them, and they stretched their necks, waiting for the king's order.

A soldier suddenly pointed to the sky in the distance and shouted in surprise: "Here you come, you're here, the king has news!"

Everyone looked up and saw several lights slowly rising from the sky. Under the gloomy sky, they could barely see clearly that it was the "Kongming Lantern" invented by Prime Minister Huang.

This light, coupled with the faint shouts of killing from afar, made Zhang Liao sure that it was time to rush out!

Zhang Liao rode his war horse, held up his long sword, and shouted in a loud voice: "My sons, kill the thief with me!"

The troops agreed in unison, and the momentum was shocking.

Zhang Liao rode out wildly, leading more than 10,000 troops and horses to the rear of the 100,000 Yellow Turbans.

The Yellow Turban Army in the back team heard the shouts of killing in front and saw the smoke and dust Zhangtian again. When they were shocked and suspicious, they suddenly saw a group of people fighting out of the mountains. They were all extremely fierce, holding sharp blades in their hands and killing people when they saw them. They were frightened and did not know how many ambush troops there were in the enemy. They shouted and left in a panic. Not many people dared to face the official army head-on.

The supervisory team responsible for the battle was now driving the front army to fight. No one looked at the soldiers of the back team and asked them to escape in the chaos. Xu Sheng, the leader of the rear army, was stunned.

Although I knew that my subordinates were all timid peasants who looted the front and fought later, it was too much to collapse in one battle. Even if the other party was a well-trained official army, this should not be the case.

A teenage soldier ran to Xu Sheng and shouted anxiously: "Brother, the enemy is coming. If we don't resist, we will be defeated! Brother, please transfer troops quickly to block the enemy!"

Xu Sheng saw that the man was his clan brother Xu He, and he raised the army with him, raising the Yellow Turbans as his name, and followed Qu Shuai Zhang Rao to conquer the world. Although he was still young, he gradually looked like a hero. What he said on weekdays was very reasonable, which forced Xu Sheng to look at him differently.

Xu Sheng was also the commander of the Yellow Turbans. He immediately called his confidants and asked them to join Xu He to stop the soldiers behind him and prevent them from escaping. He forced them to turn around and resist the official army that was coming like a wolf or a tiger.

Although Zhang Liao's troops had only tens of thousands of people, the Yellow Turbans opposite had only more than ten thousand people. They were killed by Zhang Liao's army. Soon after, they defeated the enemy and ran around.

Xu He held his knife and killed him hard, and turned around and shouted: "Brother, things are not good. Let's go quickly and wait for revenge in the future!"

Xu Sheng jumped over, raised his spear, and assassinated the enemy soldiers fighting with Xu He with one shot. However, countless enemy soldiers came in front of him as bravely as the tide. Seeing that things were not good, Xu Sheng did not dare to force himself to stand up. At that moment, he led his personal soldiers to flee in panic, and no longer cared about the generals of Qu Zhang Rao, who was in charge of the army in front of him.

Zhang Liao led a large army and rushed forward, rushing the Yellow Turban Army backs into pieces. The Yellow Turban soldiers who came in a fierce manner fled one after another, and were killed by the pursued official soldiers, without any power to resist.

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Wei Xu and Hao Meng rode on the horse and led 20,000 infantrymen to stalk and run towards the sound of killing ahead.

The king had personally led a thousand iron cavalry into the enemy, and rushed the bandits into pieces, with a terrifying momentum. But the two knew that the enemy had 100,000 people. If they could not arrive at the king in time, the king would still be in danger after all, so they could only shout loudly to order their subordinates to be faster. After defeating the Yellow Turban Thieves, they would definitely reward the three armies. King Wuwei had an order. If he snatched the spoils from the Yellow Turban Thieves, he would definitely give most of the soldiers. It would be absolutely true!

When the three armies heard the order, they all became more energetic. They raised their swords and guns, shouted wildly, and strode toward the enemy with yellow cloth heads ahead.

Soon, the 20,000 tiger and wolf army had already entered the enemy army and began to chop and kill like chopping melons and vegetables.

The vanguard Yellow Turban Army was originally a group of refugees who had not undergone military training. They had never seen fierce battle formations. They had been killed by Feng Sha and led a thousand iron cavalry to break their souls and their formation was completely scattered. The soldiers stood on the battlefield and were wandering, and were suddenly killed by this new force. Without saying a word, they were slashed towards them. They were terrified and were not able to raise their swords to resist. They were already chopped over by the enemy with one knife and died in a bad life.

Seeing that the enemy was so weak, the soldiers in the North Sea increased their confidence and rushed forward roaring. How could the Yellow Turban soldiers who had just been dispersed by the cavalry and were in chaos stop these powerful soldiers? They were killed immediately and their heads were rolling around, blood was everywhere, and their screams were shaking the sky and the earth.

In front, in the center of the Yellow Turban Army array, Zhang Rao, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, saw that the army was in chaos, and if he could not destroy the thousand iron cavalry that broke into his formation as soon as possible, he would be afraid that the entire army would be destroyed by him. The soldiers were frightened and had no desire to fight anymore. At that time, the entire army was wiped out. Could it be that his efforts would have been put outside Linzi City for many years?

Thinking of this, Zhang Rao was furious, raised his braised copper stick, shouted angrily, beat the horse like flying, and rushed straight towards the young general who held a halberd and slaughtered his subordinates.

Not far away, Sima Jun saw that Coach Qu led his personal soldiers to rush towards the terrifying enemy general, and was shocked, but he was no longer able to stop. He had to shout loudly, and asked his subordinates to gather around him, set up a charge formation, and prepare to rescue Coach Qu at any time.

At this time, Fengsha jumped into the formation of horses and waved the battle halberd to slash an enemy soldier away. He looked up at the strong enemy chief who rushed towards the horse, with a expressionless face, only the cold light in his eyes.

Zhang Rao opened his eyes wide open, roared wildly, and rushed to Fengsha, holding up a cooked copper stick, and smashed it with his head, wishing he could smash it into a meat pie with one stick to vent his hatred.
Chapter completed!