On the great plain, the rushing torrent was like being split by a knife, and suddenly split into two, turning in the left and right directions, quickly forming a huge palm-leaf fan. The center of this palm-leaf fan is a rushing torrent, and the sides of the palm-leaf fan are beautiful arcs like crescent moons.

The cavalry soldiers rode their horses and turned rapidly in these two arcs, accelerating, and then attacking the enemy formation.

Just like all the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, Zuo Jiao was too busy to deal with endless cavalry who had been fighting all the way, and he was so busy that he didn't even have time to breathe.

Suddenly, he heard the soldiers' screams, and the yelling in fear rose higher.

He suddenly raised his head.

The cavalry in the formation were still fighting fiercely, but countless cavalrymen were killed again on both sides of the army, front and back.

They were like two male troops with red eyes, roaring violently, roaring with rumbles of wind and thunder.

"kill……"

Due to the change in the attack direction of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry, the Yellow Turban Army gave up the chariot formation they set up. Then, due to heavy casualties, the troops continued to shrink intensively, causing the gap between the chariot formation and the troops to grow bigger and bigger. In the end, it became a pile of waste that no one cared about. The plan that originally planned to ignite the destruction became increasingly unrealistic with the fierce fighting on the battlefield.

Li Hong took the Black Panther Yisong to shoot Yingtong, and more than two thousand cavalrymen passed by the formation of the chariot and shot into the Yellow Turban Army like arrows.

Beard, fist and Lei Zi, with more than two thousand cavalry, rolled up dust like a hurricane and rushed into the rear position of the Yellow Turban Army.

Yan Wuwei, Hengji, and Lu Huanyang's cavalry troops did not continue to turn after Li Hong and Hu Zi led their troops into the enemy formation, but immediately turned around on the spot, reorganized the queue, and returned to kill.

Yushi and Xiaolan's troops were fighting fiercely among the Yellow Turban Army. They gradually slowed down and began a purposeful siege.

Zheng Xin, Tieyue's scout and guards completely reduced their speed. Instead of following Yu Shi's Houqu, they rushed into the enemy formation, but instead opened up a distance and prepared to encircle the Yellow Turban Army.

Tian Chong stayed behind the Qianqu Cavalry Army with his horn soldiers. The task assigned to him was to climb high and look far. Once the troops completed the encirclement, they immediately blew the trumpet and notified the entire army to launch an encirclement and annihilation war.

Several horn soldiers surrounded each other according to Tian Zhong's arrangement. Everyone set up ladders and watched the battlefield carefully.

"Mr. Junhou, the enemy is shrinking, and there are still more than a dozen square formations."

"The troops waiting for Yan Army have returned."

"The Yujun Hou's troops have given up the enemy's right wing, and the troops are concentrating on the left wing."

Tian Zhong shouted loudly: "The encirclement is completed."

"Down, everyone comes down. Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet. Order the troops to divide and encircle and annihilate."

More than a dozen giant horns were blown at the same time, and their desolate and majestic sounds stirred up the battlefield where the sound of killing was everywhere, soaring straight into the sky.

The leaders of each division immediately ordered the soldiers to launch an assault on the remaining enemy formations, tearing and dividing them. As long as the defense is torn apart, the Yellow Turban Army will be completely played.

The fierce battle has entered a white-hot stage.

The ferocity and tenacity of the Yellow Turban soldiers aroused the ferocity of all cavalry soldiers, especially those Hu soldiers, who completely forgot that they were a Han soldier, and they cursed the Han barbarians, and the swords and spears in their hands mercilessly eroded the lives of the enemy.

Li Hong's steel gun was dyed red with blood, and the dark gun body was trembling constantly. In order to firmly grasp the big gun, Li Hong had to frequently put his blood-stained hands on the black panther's mane and wipe it back and forth. The enemies gathered tightly. Even if they died, they had to return to their positions and use their bodies to form obstacles. They could only kill them. Look at the cavalry soldiers surrounding the enemy's phalanx. Everyone was bleeding, and they all seemed to have taken a blood bath. There was no unterrifying place from top to bottom.

Yan Liang's big sword is simple and unpretentious, dark, with a long handle and a wide back. This is the most precious thing in his family. His father was a disciple of Changshan Mansion (responsible for the guard work) when he died. After his death, he was penniless, and the knife left for his son was this knife. With this knife, Yan Liang won a lot of fame for himself. He has always been arrogant because he is so powerful that he has not seen anyone who can defeat him. He instinctively wanted to find an opportunity to compete with the world-famous leopard, but today's battle suddenly made him completely lose his competitive spirit.

Today, he knew what the battle between the two armies was. People who had no experience would never understand. No matter how powerful you are invincible in the world, on the battlefield of tens of thousands of people, you are just a soldier, one who kills more than a few enemies. Without mutual support and protection between comrades, without everyone's concerted efforts, without the combat experience of teams in concert, and without the correct command of generals, you are a dead person and have no chance to survive.

Yan Liang fought all the way and killed countless people, killing him so much that his hands were so weak that he was panting. Then it was the time for him to suffer.

His war horse was chopped down by the enemy. He flew up from the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground, falling to the ground, and even the big sword was thrown to the point where the big sword was thrown. The enemy swarmed up. Li Hong, Arc Ding, Qi Chen, and dozens of Xianbei soldiers fought hard to rescue him. It was a hand-to-hand fight, and the flesh-and-blooded fight was killed immediately, just to save his life. Li Hong's spear stabbed the enemy and couldn't pull it off, so he had to fly off the horse and draw his sword to fight again. A Xianbei soldier helped Yan Liang find the big sword, and another soldier pulled him one foot and dragged him away from the narrow death area. When he climbed onto the horse in panic, Li Hong was trapped in the enemy's siege.

Li Hong's cruel and bloodthirsty killing made the soldiers on both sides extremely frightened. In one breath, he killed the seventeen enemies surrounding him. A knife, a small axe, and two feet seemed to be full of weapons. In just a few breaths, from the time he flew off the horse and Yan Liang climbed onto the horse's back, he killed seventeen people. Arc Ding and Qi Chen had just wiped out the enemy in front of him and were about to find an opponent again, and they were empty in front of him. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army seemed to see a ghost and fled back into the formation.

Yan Liang, Gu Ding and Qi Chen were all shocked. The legendary leopard turned out to be so powerful. He killed someone like a chicken. He saw it with a blink of an eye and was wiped out.

Li Hong put away his weapons, pulled out his spear from the corpse of the enemy soldier, flew onto the horse, and yelled at everyone: "Get on the horse... Kill..."

Under his leadership, the soldiers of the Black Panther Yicong formed a group of arrows of attacks in turn, and tore through the three square formations of the Yellow Turban Army one after another. Once the square formation was broken, the Yellow Turban Army soldiers lost support and protection from each other, and immediately fell into an isolated situation and were immediately slaughtered by blood. They refused to surrender, and the Iron Cavalry soldiers were red in their eyes, and rushed forward without asking, and killed them.

Yan Liang was shocked.

He once went to suppress the bandits with the soldiers of the county government, killing hundreds of people, but he was scolded so much that he almost said he was a murderer. Now, look around, blood flowed from the ground, and the pieces of yellow-turban soldiers in the Mai-clothed Yellow Turban soldiers were lying in pools of blood, with broken limbs and broken arms everywhere. After this battle, how many more could the 30,000 Yellow Turban soldiers be left? What is it that he killed so many people? Today, in just one hour, he killed far more than one hundred people.

War, this is how war is.

Groups of cavalry soldiers were like vicious wild wolves on the grassland, staring with bloody eyes, opening their bloody mouths, and cruelly pounced on piles of prey, biting, chewing, killing, endlessly. Facing the fewer and less and less resistant Yellow Turban soldiers, Yan Liang could no longer cut down. But he had to cut down. Those enemies were fearless and fearless, and they rushed forward one after another, rushing up bravely until they all died in battle.

The sound of thunder-like war drums on the Yellow Turban Central Army's central position never stopped from beginning to end.

The sound of war drums is fierce and vigorous, and it looks extremely tragic and tragic on the bloody battlefield.

Li Hong was angry. He was angry by the enemy's endless fighting. If he continued to fight like this, the casualties of his cavalry soldiers would increase dramatically.

"Order the Yu Army Hou and the Yan Army Hou to concentrate the main force and annihilate the enemy's central army."

Li Hong urged his troops to complete annihilate the enemy's central army and the sound of the horns was louder and louder, and he seemed very anxious.

Yan Wuwei, Lu Huanyang, Yushi, and Xiaolan personally led the most elite cavalry to launch a fierce attack on the enemy's central army from four directions at the same time.

Zheng Xin, Tie Yue, and Hengji organized two thousand archers to launch volleys at the central position of the Yellow Turban Central Army, and continuously volleys.

The enemy's central army was immediately hit by a devastating blow. The first one to rush was the war drum team. They were caught off guard and shot directly by the long arrows of the official army. In just a moment, almost all twenty or thirty soldiers were killed. The only remaining people barely supported them, and then they were nailed to the war drum by the denser long arrows.

After holding on for a short period of time, the already shaky formation immediately collapsed as the sound of war drums slowly disappeared.

Zuo Jiao insisted on being on the front line. He waved his spear and tried hard to assassinate the war horses rushing into the formation. His servants were closely surrounded by him. Some used battle knives to chop the legs of horses, while others used spears to cut the soldiers on the horse's back. The soldiers who were slightly further away shot out long arrows and shot them at will.

Yan Wuwei brought his entourage and his personal soldiers to kill in.

His personal soldiers were all spears, driving the galloping war horses, shouting all the way, invincible.

Zuo Jiao roared and bravely rushed forward with his subordinates. Yan Wuwei's big knife slashed head-on and chopped it hard on Zuo Jiao's long spear. Zuo Jiao raised his gun and sealed it. With a loud bang, the big knife collapsed and Yan Wuwei flew over. Zuo Jiao's chest felt like it was hit by a huge hammer, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out. The soldiers behind Yan Wuwei saw that he did not dodge and stabbed the spear in his hand. Zuo Jiao wanted to hide, but his body was out of control. Yan Wuwei's sword was so strong that it had hurt his heart and lungs. He watched the spear penetrate into his chest.

His servants were quick-witted and chopped off the handle of the spear. Then Zuo Jiao was surrounded by his servants and retreated back into the formation urgently.

The iron head of the spear was deeply inserted into the flesh with half a small wooden handle, and blood kept spraying out. The servants surrounded him and kept shouting loudly.

Zuo Jiao looked at the blue sky and the white clouds, as if he had seen the great wise teacher Zhang Jiao, saw his soft smiling face, and heard his familiar voice.

He smiled and died peacefully.

As the Yellow Turban Army's war drums stopped ringing, the enemy's morale gradually lost, more and more defensive formations were broken through, and the shouts of killing became unprecedentedly fierce again.

The Fengyun Iron Cavalry, surrounded from all directions, launched a rapid attack on the enemy like a wind-swinging cloud. The entire battlefield was full of wild war horses flying everywhere, and there was almost no sight of the Yellow Turban soldiers who formed a complete formation. Even so, the remaining soldiers were still persevering and fighting unyieldingly under the command of their respective leaders.

They will not surrender until death.

"Order the soldiers to shout, and ask them to surrender, and surrender immediately."

Li Hong looked at the battlefield where corpses were everywhere and shouted loudly.

The Niuke sent Li Hong's orders from afar. When the horn soldiers of other groups received the news, they immediately blew the horn to suspend the attack.

At this time, the sun sets in the west and dusk is approaching.

Jade, Yan Wuwei, beard, Zheng Xin came flying like a horse.

"Are they all okay?" Li Hong tried his best to suppress his nervous mood and asked.

He was very afraid, afraid that he would lose his brother again. The battle of Hengling made him heartbroken. The gradual departure of his comrades made him unable to bear the heart-wrenching pain anymore. If he lost a few more brothers in this battle, he didn't know that he would have the courage to face the next battle.

Yu Shi all knew what he was asking.

Seeing Li Hong's worried and anxious expression and knowing that he was always concerned about his life, several of his comrades were moved. The emotion of life and death dependence between comrades was deeply entangled in everyone's heart.

"We are all still alive. Are you okay?" Zheng Xin asked worriedly when he saw Li Hong covered in blood.

"I'm fine. The Yellow Turban Army's combat power is very strong, which is greatly unexpected to us. If we continue to fight like this, it will be difficult for us to send Zhang Niujiao out of Youzhou." Li Hong's mood suddenly improved after hearing Zheng Xin's answer.

Several people nodded in agreement.

"Are they willing to surrender?" Li Hong asked.

"No one has come forward to answer. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army are surrounded by our cavalry and can be dealt with at any time." Yu Shi replied loudly.

"No one of them put down their weapons. They obviously did not intend to surrender, but wanted to die in battle. These people are admirable, they are all good men." Beard continued.

Li Hong shook his head, he didn't know what to do? If he doesn't surrender, what else can he do besides fighting again?

“How many more people?”

"There are probably three or four thousand people?" Zheng Xin whispered.

Li Hong raised his head in surprise and shouted: "There are only three or four thousand people? The 30,000 people are killed so that only so few people are left. Will you surrender?"

Yan Wuwei immediately continued: "Of course I won't surrender."

"How could it kill so many people?" Li Hong said to himself in confusion.

"There are more than 7,000 Hu cavalry in the army, including Xianbei, Wuwan, Xiongnu, and Qiang. When they fight, they are as crazy as life and death enemies. They are even more fierce than fighting with our Han army on the border, and they are merciless." Yushi sighed and said, "If you give orders a little later, there will be no Yellow Turban Army on the battlefield."

Everyone did not make any noise.

The hatred between the Hu tribe and the Han people has been old and has been deeply rooted for generations. This hatred cannot be changed by some reason and becomes a Han Chinese. No one can solve this problem.

Although due to Li Hong's personal reasons and with the support and help of all parties, the first Han-Hu Iron Cavalry Army in the history of the Han Dynasty was formed, if this army was replaced with the leader, would it continue to exist? Obviously, it would not exist, and it would disappear immediately. Without the Han Dynasty official, he would have put his own lives on this group of Hu people, and it would be impossible for Hu tribes to believe Han Dynasty officials. Li Hong is purely an exception now.

In the eyes of the Hu people, he was a Chinese-style Hu people. In the eyes of the Han people, he was a Hu people. Therefore, people from both ethnic groups could accept him emotionally. As for Li Hong, in his eyes, there was no difference between the Hu people, the Han people, only the difference between the country and the country. Therefore, only he could treat the people of the two ethnic groups equally emotionally, and only he could think of such a thoughtless idea. Of course, only he could command this mixed army of Han and Hu.

Li Hong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Congyi (the word jade), this is just something we brothers say. Don't mention it in the future, as it will easily cause misunderstandings."

Yu Shi nodded cautiously.

Shooting Yingtong, Hengji rushed over to the horse.

"Sir, since the enemy does not surrender, what are we waiting for? Let's take it down in one fell swoop while the warriors are in full swing." Heng Ji said loudly.
Chapter completed!