New Story of Lv Bu

The dark clouds in the sky rolled, like waves like gathering, like resentment like anger. The wind was blowing, and the wind was so strong that the flags flew fiercely.

Yingyin City was already watching, and a tall Chinese character flag fluttered against the wind on the wall, crackling. The city gate was closed, and there was not a single figure on the wall. "This group of people are really rubbish, they dodged in a gust of wind!" The forward scout cursed, and approached the gate in the wind.

"Is there anyone at the top of the city? Huangfu Zhonglang's army has arrived, so quickly open the city gate!" The sound of the wind swept past his words. In the fierce wind, he only saw him opening his mouth, but couldn't hear what he was saying. Pooh! The scout spit out, the smell of soil in his mouth was still heavy, he leaned on the horse, quietly waiting for the wind to slow down. As soon as I got to the ground, I encountered this bird weather! Let alone shouting, even thunder may not be audible!

The Han army gathered under the city gate more and more, the pawns sat on the ground, took off their helmets = wiped the sweat on their faces. Although the cavalry did not dismount their horses, they were not prepared to defend. More people clamored, cursing bad words, and pointed at the city head.

Suddenly, a few figures appeared on the wall, wearing the standard armor of the Han army, with a meat horn on their mouths, as if they were shouting something, but in the screaming wind, they could not hear anything. The people under the city wall were shouting with their mouths open, and there was nothing to gain except for the dirt in the mouth.

After a while, both sides stopped their futile exchanges and waited for the wind to stop. When the army enters the city, it is necessary to consolidate documents, especially in the special period when the Yellow Turban is raging, you should be more cautious. The Han troops under the city wall were crowded together, resisting the flying sand and walking the stone. Several officers approached the city wall and gestured to it with their hands, meaning that the city head would lower the bamboo basket.

The wind finally stopped, and the Han soldiers under the city wall spit and stood up from the ground one after another, and the officers began to rectify their formation and prepare to enter the city. A big flag galloping from a distance, there are two characters on it: Huangfu. Huangfu spurred his horse and arrived with his soldiers. The Chinese Army and the Rear Team are still advancing towards Yingyin City. "Why are you still gathered under the city gate? Immediately form the team and step back! Send two people to speak and let them open the door!"

Huangfusong deserves to be born in a family of Jiangmen, and he can see the problem at a glance. The Han army began to regroup, preparing to retreat. At this moment, squeaky, the gate of Yingyin City opened, and a few figures protruded from the wall, while arranging the armor on their heads, they greeted them downward. "But Huangfu Zhonglang's troops? The city gate has been opened, please enter the city!"

Huang Fusong raised his horse whip and signaled the Han army to retreat. The intuition he had developed during his years of military career made him feel something wrong. Why are there no figures in the city? Where are the officials in Yingyin City? Why didn't you open the gates without first identifying the cards? How is this like the current state of the enemy?

Seeing the Han army hesitate to enter, a strong man in the city laughed. "Huangfu Zhonglang, don't come here unharmed?" He just finished laughing, and suddenly squatted and shouted: "Arrow!" At this time, the Han army was forming a team, and the back team changed to the front team. They just walked a few steps. The black arrows on the wall roared, and a scream immediately rang from the queue of the Han army.

Huangfusong quickly stopped the horse and shouted loudly: "Don't stay, rush forward! Leave the city wall!" His shouts were immediately drowned out by the screams and the roar of arrows. The Han army, who had recovered, immediately let go of their steps and ran. Everyone ran with all their strength. Once they stopped, they would be squeezed to death by the people behind.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! An agitated drum of war sounded, and a group of thousands of cavalry slammed out of the city gate, wearing the standard armor of the Han army, holding ring-headed swords and spears in their hands. The only difference from the Han army was that they were wrapped around their heads. Yellow scarf. "Kill!" "Kill the Han army!" The thatch on the left and right sides of the Han army suddenly opened. A large number of yellow trousers rushed towards the Han army with weapons and sticks. Their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. The power of faith dictates.

At this time, the Han army had left the city wall more than two hundred steps, and began to calm down gradually. "Get closer to me! A circle! The knife player is out and the spear player is behind!" Huangfusong had already been shielded by the soldiers and fled to a high ground. He gave the order loudly, and the soldiers around him conveyed the order through the banner. Get out.

The Han army moved closer to the high ground where Huangfusong was located, and the officers shouted loudly as they marched, rectifying the formation. "Lao San Zhang, where are you **** going! Get me back!" "You, and you!" A dub punched and kicked the two soldiers who were trying to escape back to the side of the high ground. This scene was staged hundreds of times in an instant.

The yellow turbans came from all directions, and they let out a stern roar, on the one hand to embolden themselves, on the other hand to intimidate the enemy. The forward of the Yellow Turban Army and the rear team of the Han Army became entangled in an instant, and the lone Han Army was immediately overwhelmed by the yellow crowd. A large group of yellow turbans rushed forward, like an invincible wind, swallowing everything in an instant.

The first yellow turbans were burly men, and their morale was boosted by the defeat of Zhu Jun and the surprise attack on Yingyin City. The inventory of the Yingyin City Mansion Treasury and the seizures during the battle enabled Bocai to arm 30 to 40 thousand people. Although there are less than 8,000 armor helmets and only 3,000 horses, the morale is high enough for a battle!

The Han army hurriedly moved closer to Huangfusong's general and once they reached the periphery of the high ground, they immediately returned to line up. After a quarter of an hour, the Han army established a new line of defense. The sword and shield soldiers were in front and the spearmen were behind, forming a circular formation around the small high ground. The Yellow Turban Army shouted: "For the sake of peace in the world!" "For the great wise and mentor!" He charged with fearlessly.

A gray-haired yellow turban veteran roared towards the Han army, followed by dozens of yellow turbans of different ages. The spear in the hands of the old soldier in the Yellow Turban passed through the gap between the shields of the Han army, and pierced the abdomen of a Han army infantry with a puff. The injured Han soldiers roared and spouted a large mouthful of blood. Crash backwards.

Two ring-headed swords protruded from behind the shield and cut off the yellow scarf old pawn's spear accurately. The yellow-scarved old soldier could not stop his feet, and rushed into the Han army with half of his spears. Three spears pierced his chest and abdomen, and raised the yellow-scared old soldier high. , And then slammed the old man Huang Jin out of the army.

Three of the Han army's spearmen were trying hard, and one died. Just when the old force had exhausted the new strength, seven or eight yellow turbans held up their spears and jabbed them randomly. The three Han army spearmen were immediately caught. Poked to the ground. A dozen yellow turban swordsmen rushed in along the gap opened by the spearman, slashing to the left and right, and a gap appeared in the Han army formation immediately.

"Go forward! Block the gap!" The Han army officers roared loudly, swiping the sword, leading their subordinates to rush forward. If this hole is not blocked, the Han army's army will immediately be riddled with holes. The rear squads of the Han army swarmed up and fought with the yellow turbans rushing forward. Those who rushed to the front were stabbed to death by the spears of the Han army's spearmen protruding from the gaps in the shields, or were hacked to death by the swordsmen and shieldmen. But the number of Yellow Turbans was too much. They killed batch after batch, layer after layer!

As long as there is a breath, we must find a way to cause trouble for the Han army. Hugging the body of the Han Jun, biting with his teeth, smashing with his fists, or even hitting with his head! To destroy a yellow turban, three or four Han troops must act together. Finally, one was killed, and another five or six pounced on it.

The yellow turban in front was dead, and the others in the back kept catching up. The gate of Yingyin City had the big mouth of the monster, and a steady stream of yellow turbans were spit out. The young and strong are finished, the old man and the old woman are behind, the old man and the old woman are finished, and the women and children are behind, endless, endless!

At this time, the middle and rear troops of the Han army had arrived, and when they saw that the battle was so dangerous, they immediately went into battle in batches. Tens of thousands of people roared and fought along a jagged front. After a while a large group of yellow turbans swarmed over, and then the Han army rushed over, leaving hundreds of corpses behind every attack and defense.

The Han army had 800 cavalry used as ranger sentry, and they were rushing towards Yingyin City from all directions. The three thousand cavalrymen of the Yellow Turban also rushed out immediately, two thousand cavalrymen in groups of dozens of people, shouting loudly and rushing to the lonely Han cavalry. The remaining 1,000 cavalry stood still, staring at Huangfusong's five hundred cavalry.

A quarter of an hour later, the Han army's circle formation had been torn open more than a dozen holes, and the lone Han army was immediately overwhelmed by groups of old and weak women and children. The largest hole was already two or three feet wide. Huangfu drew out the sword vigorously and shouted: "Warriors of the big man! Today there is no enemy but no me! There is death but no life! Come with me!"

Wielding his sword, he took the lead to kill at the widest opening. The five hundred cavalry on the high ground saw that the master was so brave, and their morale was immediately boosted, and they drew out the ring sword to follow Huangfu Song down the mountain. Five hundred cavalry were running like thunder, and one charge was smashed out of the encirclement of the Yellow Turban. Hundreds of the Yellow Turbans were trampled to death by war horses or hacked to death by the ring-saw of the Han army.

"Follow me! Kill those cavalrymen!" Huangfusong's sword has hacked three yellow turbans to death, his legs tightly clamped the belly of the horse, and he rushed toward the thousand yellow turban cavalry! "Kill!" As the Han cavalry stood up, the thousand yellow turban cavalry, led by a leader, drew their swords and rushed towards the Han cavalry.

Peng! The two cavalry smashed together, and more than a hundred people were hit into the sky, slammed to the ground in various gestures, and were in close contact with the earth. The screams and screams seemed to have stopped, and the cavalry had no time to take care of them. They only had the enemy in front of them. All of them panted heavily, waving their weapons vigorously to greet each other.

Huangfu Song rushed to the front, with dozens of soldiers on the left and right, firmly protecting his left and right wings. This small triangular formation instantly wedges into the formation of the yellow turban. Huangfusong has already chopped down three yellow turbans, his eyes are shining with excitement, and his body rises and falls with the rhythm of the war horse.