With Zhao Meng's order,

The archers under Zhao Meng's command first shot a rain of arrows, but unfortunately the accuracy of the arrows shot upwards was not high.

The few that fall within range have little effect on heavy armored riders, and they cannot even break the defense against these heavy armors.

Arrows like heavy rain only jingled on the iron armor, and could not pose any threat to the heavy cavalry in full service.

The heavy cavalrymen with black armor rushed over to face the vast rain of arrows that seemed like a torrential rain.

Tens of thousands of elite heavy cavalry rushed towards us, and the two armies quickly approached.

After the rain of arrows, the front rowers of the two armies could soon hear the heavy breathing sounds of each other's nostrils.

The heavy armored cavalry came towards us, and many people could feel the terrifying huge impact force. This invincible momentum could almost suffocate.

Some of the players at the forefront of the Yellow Turban Army have been thrown away by the collapse of the heavy armored cavalry, and waved and shouted wildly: "I'm not a moth thief!"

"Don't kill us, we are not Yellow Turban thieves!"

"We are an alien, not a Yellow Turban Thief!"

How could the heavy cavalry in black armor care about these things? They were just a rush.

Suddenly, there were sounds of collision, flesh and blood rupture, screams and scolding sounds.

Countless blood was soaked in the soil, instantly dyeing large pieces of land into bloody red.

After paying countless lives and physical costs, the Yellow Turban soldiers stopped the progress of the heavy cavalry.

However, the formation originally laid out has been completely torn apart, and there is no way to resist these terrifying black-armored cavalry.

On the battlefield, the attacks of the black armored cavalry on the Yellow Turban soldiers had evolved into a unilateral massacre!

These terrifying black-armored cavalry began to wave their long spears in their hands, dancing like a strong wind.

The heads of countless Yellow Turban soldiers flew high, and then fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

"It's over, everything is over. Where did these heavy cavalry come from? With our strength, we can't fight against these heavy cavalry.

Damn, the strength of these heavy cavalry is really terrifying."

When I saw my subordinates, I was torn apart by these heavy cavalrymen and turned into pieces.

Zhao Meng's face changed drastically. At this moment, he could no longer see any hope of victory. The gap between the strength of the two sides was too big.

After just one round of charge and contact, the players under his command had already suffered a devastating blow.

"The whole army retreats, don't fight again."

Zhao Meng yelled loudly, knowing that this time there would definitely be no chance to win again, so he hurriedly took the players under his command to retreat.

But there were no more than four legs. The five hundred cavalrymen refused to let go and continued to rush over with a terrifying impact.

Before Zhao Meng could react, a black shadow rushed over quickly.

A black-armored cavalry took Zhao Meng's life with one knife. He only felt a chill in his neck and a lighter body, and he lost consciousness.

A blood column shot up, and the president of the "Huangtian Alliance" guild was sent to the Huangquan Palace to wait for resurrection.

"Has God finally appeared? Are these cavalry sent by you?"

Seeing that ten thousand cavalry suddenly arrived, the Yellow Turban thieves were killed.

After the disaster, the old man among the refugees was full of incredible expressions.

I saw the heavy cavalry that appeared from somewhere suddenly appear, and all the Yellow Turban thieves who were robbed were dealt with.

The old man really thought it was God who showed his power, so he knelt on his knees and kowtowed to the group of cavalry companies to thank him.

Among the refugees, whether they are the elderly, weak, women and children, or the strong young people, they all follow the same as the old ones.

They all followed suit and began to kowtow to the black heavy cavalry companies that seemed to come from hell.

After completing the mission, tens of thousands of cavalrymen stayed there for a moment before rescinding their horses and returning to report their lives.

"Lord, all the Yellow Turban thieves have been wiped out by me."

After all, the general who looked like a scholar solved the Yellow Turban Thief like the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, he did not stop and returned quickly.

"Wenyou, you did a good job, how many soldiers have you lost?"

Seeing that his subordinates had easily completed the task, the strong general wearing black armor smiled slightly on his face and asked.

"There is no casualties in the lord, and the Yellow Turban thieves are just mobs."

The general who looked like a scholar had no expression on his face, and seemed to just crush an ant to death.

His fair face was calm and his words were light.

This is true. These Yellow Turban Armys cannot cause any fluctuations in his heart.

"You've done a good job, let's continue on the road, and there are more battles to go on next."

The leading black-armored general looked into the distance, as if it was Guangzong City there.

"Yes, the lord took over Lu Zhonglang's position this time. Whether it is the Battle of Guangzong or the Battle of the Future, I will definitely help the lord take down the head of the thief Zhang Jiao.

By then, the lord will achieve great success and will be able to reach the sky in one step!"

The general who looked like a scholar bowed respectfully to the black-armored man and said.

Needless to say more.

This strong general had just received an appointment from the court to go to Dong Zhuo who had replaced Lu Zhi under Guangzong City.

The military general dressed as a scholar next to him was Dong Zhuo's counselor Li Ru.

As for his terrifying heavy armored cavalry that looked like a black demon, it was Dong Zhuo's exclusive army, the Feixiong Army!

"Hmph, Wenyou, the group of people above only know how to enjoy themselves, but they can't succeed in literature! Wu is not good at it!

Just now, the world was mixed into such a field, causing many people in the world to suffer!

If one day I can…”

Dong Zhuo's eyes flashed, but he still couldn't say that.

He suddenly raised his whip and pointed to the group of unclothed refugees who had just been rescued by him on the road:

“One day, I will let everyone live a good life!!

Whether it is Han or Qiang, or even Xiongnu, Wuhuan, Di, or Xianbei!

As long as I have power, I will let everyone live a good life in the future!”

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After hearing Dong Zhuo's words, a smile appeared on Li Ru's face.

He is worthy of being his lord!

The reason why he admired his lord so much was because of his lord's ambition and extraordinary talent.

In troubled times, only ambitious people can take everything!

I did not follow the wrong person in this troubled world!

Li Ru smiled slightly on his face and said to Dong Zhuo: "It would be better if your lord has this heart, but it would be better to put this aside first.

The most urgent thing now is to go to Guangzongcheng first to hand over military affairs with Lu Zhonglang, without delay."

Dong Zhuo looked at his son-in-law with some appreciation.

He always regarded Li Ru as his right-hand man and trusted him very much.

This time when he went to Guangzong, many of his confidants stayed in Hedong County, and he only brought Li Ru with him.

Dong Zhuo's family background is quite good, and he was born in Lintao, a powerful family in Xiliang.

The Dong family is also a powerful family in Lintao.

The Liangzhou area is located in a remote area, and the noble families in Liangzhou have never been accepted by people in the Central Plains of Guandong.

Dong Zhuo was from Liangzhou, and Liangzhou was discriminated against in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Historically, the Eastern Han Dynasty even discussed giving up Liangzhou and regard Liangzhou as a trouble and burden.

Dong Zhuo rose in the war in Liangzhou for a hundred years and became a new generation of famous generals in Liangzhou after the "Liangzhou Sanming".

Unlike the aristocratic families in Kanto, Dong Zhuo, who was born in Xiliang, began to come into contact with people and things that affected his life since he was a child.

It is not poetry, calligraphy and etiquette, but Qiang people and force.

Believing in fist is a great truth is very popular among the Qiang people who have no cultural heritage.

There is nothing better to solve the problem than fighting a fight. If there is any, then use the knife.

As expected, Dong Zhuo, who often brought a group of servants to fight against Dong Zhuo, of course, soon became famous in the local Qiang circle.

On the one hand, Liu Hong wanted to try his best to suppress the local tyrants.

On the other hand, local tyrants have to use local tyrants to suppress peasant uprisings and ethnic minority rebellions.

Soon, Dong Zhuo became the target of use and pleading by the government without exception.

Dong Zhuo, who was born in a wealthy family, served as the post of a military officer in the prefecture as a good family.
To be continued...