I think of a gentleman and feel that he is in the city. What is the expectation? I think of it.

The Yellow Turban Army was the envoy who was selected to spread the Yellow Turban Education in the world.

They were composed of the most devout disciples of Taiping Road, wearing the best armor that the Yellow Turban Army could find. They held strong shields and sharp weapons and fought on the frontline of the battlefield.

When Zhang Liang led the Yellow Turban Army to break through the Han army formation and evacuate northward, all the Huang Angels in the last battalion were left at the intersection of the official road.

Huang Shao inserted the spear in his hand on the land at his feet, took off the yellow turban, which was already covered with blood on his head, and solemnly took out a piece of yellow turban from his arms and put it on again.

Behind him was a human wall composed of two thousand yellow angels. At this time, the group of fanatical Taiping Taoist scholars stood shoulder to shoulder, pressing each other tightly, erecting tall tower shields in front of their chests, and countless halberds stretched out from the gaps in the tower shields.

The last bitten yellow turban in front also fell under the sword of the Han army, and Huangfu Song's fiery red flag began to move forward slowly again.

The Han army's infantry arrayed slowly came, and Huang Shao slowly pulled out the spear inserted on the ground.

In front of me were the Han army soldiers holding weapons high, the cold and stormy weapons reflected the dazzling light of the sun, the dark armor sounded while running, and the large shield decorated with beast patterns rushed in like a tide. The waves were higher and louder than the waves of shouting and killing were crazily attacking the Huang Angel's military formation.

"Swoosh."

A feather arrow fell from the sky, and the sharp feather arrow penetrated the gap between the shield and nailed to the helmet of a yellow angel. Without even saying a word, the yellow angel fell on the battlefield.

The Huang angel in front of the game was also attacked by arrow rain. A feathered arrow almost flew across the edge of the big shield and hit the thigh of a yellow angel in the back row. The Huang angel who was caught in the arrow fell to the ground in pain, and the big shield he pushed also fell down. He held the arrow's thigh with both hands and tried not to let himself wail.

The rain of arrows followed one after another, and soon he no longer needed to endure this pain, because a feather arrow had penetrated his neck, and the exposed gap also caused the robes around him to be implicated by the rain of arrows.

The feather arrows, like locusts, shot into the Huang Angel's military formation with the whistling sound of the wind. The feather arrows shot out from the Han army's strong bows and shot through the gaps of the large shields, causing screams to be heard in the Huang Angel's military formation.

"mighty!"

Countless Han troops crushed the Huang Yanmen who were waiting for the battle with a tide. The Han army's offensive was like a tide, and wave after wave seemed to never stop.

Huang Shao, who was at the forefront of the military formation arranged by the Huang Angels, became the focus of the Han army's siege. More than a dozen Han army generals took turns to fight and tried to kill the Yellow Turban Army's chief general holding a spear.

Huang Shao's long spear danced in his hand, and the spear attacked like a poisonous snake and penetrated the chest of a Han army at a tricky angle. However, before Huang Shao could pull it out, the Han army beside him rushed Huang Shao away with a large shield.

At the same time, a Han army waiter had also come forward and slashed at Huang Shao with a ring-headed knife in his hand.

Huang Shao exerted his strength with his hands, and his long spear led by the Han army to smash the Han army's corpse with a knife. The Han army was smashed by the Han army's corpse. The ring-headed knife in his hand was unbalanced and was easily avoided by Huang Shao.

In the midst of lightning, before the two Han army soldiers could react, Huang Shao had already pulled out the sharp blade from his waist, and a cold light flashed, and the sharp blade had swept through the necks of the two men. The blood suddenly rose. The two Han army soldiers fell to the ground, but the man still had not died and moaned in the pool of blood.

The Han army besieged Huang Shao was more than these three people? Before Huang Shao could breathe, a ring-headed knife had already stabbed in a hurry, and the sharp tip of the knife suddenly penetrated Huang Shao's left leg.

Taking advantage of this gap, a large halberd swept across Huang Shao's left leg. Huang Shao stood still and knelt down on the ground with a muffled groan.

"Go to die!"

A Han army chief followed closely, and his halberd was slashed down. At the critical moment of life and death, Huang Shao twisted his body hard on the ground, rolling to one side, and the sharp blade in his right hand cut through the armor of the Han army chief, and the broken organs flowed out of the wound one after another. The splashed blood dyed the yellow turbans on Huang Shao's head red.

Huang Shao held his gun in his left hand and stood up straight. The Han army on one side came to slap again with a long halberd.

"die!"

Huang Shao's eyes were quick and fast. He turned his body and avoided the long halberd of the Han Army Junhou. He slashed away with a ring-headed knife in his hand, and went straight into the mouth of the Han Army Junhou in front of him and came out of his neck. The sharp ring-headed knife instantly divided the Han Army Junhou's chin and neck into two halves, revealing the bloody throat of the neck.

The tragic death of the two Han army generals and schoolmen made the Han army generals and school members frightened. Seeing Huang Shao so brave, no one dared to go forward for a moment.

"Do you want to take my head to receive the reward?" Huang Shao panted and looked at the timid Han army general in front of him and laughed: "Then come!"

The soldiers of the two armies stabbed the chest and abdomen of the opponent's soldiers with their halberds, bringing out blood mist and white stomachs. Every time the sharp ring-headed sword was swung out, they would get a wail of losing their limbs or a whisper before death.

Countless men and women were struggling and wailing in pools of blood.

I think of a gentleman and feel that he is in the city. What is the expectation? I think of it.

But today many people are destined to be unable to embark on the road back to their hometown.

Huang Yan's angels fell one after another, and the Han army's generals gathered more and more. Huang Shao mechanically danced the sharp blade in his hand, not knowing how many enemies he had killed, and how many wounds he had added to his body. He only felt that his eyes were becoming blurred and his body became lighter and lighter. It seemed that there was a fairy sound echoing in the sky, guiding him to ride the wind.

The loud shouts of killing began to subside slowly, and the soldiers of the Han army stood on the official road with their heads lowered, without a trace of joy of victory.

The Huang angels behind the palace had already returned to Huang Tian and fulfilled their promises they had made in front of Zhang Jiao. They fought until the last one did not retreat.

Huang Shao was slumped on the ground, leaning against the bodies of several dead Huang Angels, and was unable to get up any longer. The sound of the gasping of the war horses sounded in front of him, and the Han soldiers had already surrounded him.

The cold and sequinous ring-headed sword stayed on Huang Shao's neck and pulled his consciousness back from the horizon. Finally, what caught Huang Shao's eyes was a big red flag. Then the eternal darkness swallowed the extremely pious Huang Angel.

At this point, all the yellow angels of the Yellow Turban of Guangzong were killed in this battle.

During the battle of Guangzong, the Han army recruited troops at Ye, and the chicken crowed to send troops to attack the Yellow Turban Army's positions. The Yellow Turban Army responded suddenly and was defeated until noon.

He killed more than 40,000 thieves, and destroyed all the Huang Angels of Guangzong, the Yellow Turban Cavalry, and the first thief Zhang Liang fled down Quyang.

When the Han army entered Guangzong, they captured all the families of the Yellow Turban Army, burned a large number of supplies, and built a capital temple outside Guangzong's city to show the world.

In the battle of Guangzong, more than 45,000 yellow turban souls returned to Huangtian, more than 17,000 Han army souls returned to Huantian, and 62,000 Han men died on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!