Zhu Jun's eyes were full of killing machines, and his originally cold heart seemed to be burning hot.

Since the yellow turban bandits showed an unprecedentedly high fighting spirit, Zhu Jun decided to give his opponents the treatment they deserved, he decided to use the strongest attack to dismantle this group of tenacious yellow turban bandits, he wanted to tell these bandits with the heavenly might of the official army of the Great Han Dynasty, never try to challenge the majesty of the imperial court, it would only be self-destruction.

Zhu Jun waved his right arm in the air and shouted in a cold voice: "Archers, go!"

Zhu Jun's order, the various departments and horses quickly began to act, the mantra, the sound of the trumpet is not in no way ear, the long sound of the trumpet, the excitement of the golden drums, a time to the sky, the battle will finally begin.

"Archers ready~~"

At the sound of the officer's loud and clear trumpet, 1,000 cold-looking archers rose from the ground with long bodies, unclipped their longbows from their backs, and then began to arrange the arrows in their pots.

"Heavy infantry prepare~~"

1000 heavy infantry clad in thick armor and carrying large wooden shields rose long and quickly formed into a neat infantry cover formation at the sound of the officer's bugle.

"The Han army is mighty~~ Advance!"

The officer gave a command and swung his longsword forward with force in his hand.

"The Han army is mighty! The Han army is mighty ......"

The heavy infantry and archers stepped in a neat pace and slowly advanced with rhythmic shouting of horns. 2000 elites of the official army converged into an unstoppable rolling iron stream and pressed towards the White Dragon Beach where the Yellow Turban bandits gathered.

......

The hissing and sucking sound came from behind, Ma Yue could "see" the appearance of the yellow turban bandits without turning around, and the fighting spirit he had just inspired was going through its first severe test.

Something must be done to minimize the pressure brought by the official forces on the Yellow Turban Bandits!

Ma Yue a low, see a pair of wooden shields hanging in front of the saddle, and suddenly a heartbeat. The big shield to the small arm of the right hand, Ma Yue with the back of the steel sword slapped hard on the wooden shield, making a loud bang bang bang, while raising his head like an enraged beast howling madly.

Pei Yuan Shao and Guan Hai followed the roar, while pounding their chests with their fists, this bloodthirsty scene inspired the surrounding yellow turban bandits, they have followed the howl, and finally the whole yellow turban bandits on the White Dragon Beach followed the howl, the situation is like tens of thousands of wounded beasts gathered together to howl miserably, the sound is extremely appalling, the official army's voice was completely suppressed.

In the deafening clamor of the yellow turban bandits, the grim official army had already advanced to a close distance of only 100 paces from the yellow turban bandits, the officer gave an order, the soldiers sandy closed their steps, the heavy infantry in front of them set up their shields in front of them, building a wall of cover for the archers behind them.

Faced with the yellow turban remnants who had lost their armor, it seemed unnecessary to do so, but under the iron discipline no soldier gave a false response, because they knew an iron-clad truth, only by remaining vigilant enough to survive on the battlefield to the greatest extent possible.

Witnessed the yellow turban bandits so sound, Zhu Jun's mouth twitched, really more and more surprising, this is the legendary beast is still fighting? The eyes of a cold light, the right arm has been raised viciously swung down.

Stolen novel; please report.

The commander who had been paying attention to Zhu Jun's gestures immediately waved the triangular banner in his hand downward, and the harsh sound of the trumpet resounded in the long sky. The front line officer clanged out his saber, waved it in the air, and shouted sternly: "Release the arrows!"

The 1000 archers coldly opened their bows, loaded their arrows, pulled the full string, and then let go of ...... 1000 arrows formed a dense dark cloud in the air, cutting a curved arc in the air, and suddenly flew to the top of the yellow turban bandits' army line, then with a sharp whistling sound like endless raindrops piled up and fell down.

......

Atsu!

A muffled sound, Ma Yue felt a tremor in his right arm, a sharp arrow actually shot through his wooden shield, down to reveal the cold arrow, spare Ma Yue is used to life and death, but also can not help but feel a tremor in the heart.

The yellow turban bandits who lacked shield protection fell to the ground wailing in the rain of arrows, some were shot through the throat and died directly, some were shot through the chest and were dying, and some were shot through the thighs, bleeding and wailing ......

The only difference is that this time the Yellow Turban bandits did not collapse, no matter how many people fell, they never backed up half a step.

Maybe because behind them is the cold white river, they can not retreat, maybe because in the most difficult moment, they found that there is always a tall figure like a big mountain standing in front of them, to cover them from the arrow rain, in short, this time, the yellow turban bandits held out.

The official archers' backfire finally ended, and the 2,000 soldiers began to retreat slowly with neatly shouted horns.

Ma Yue let out a long breath and unloaded the wooden shield that was blocking his head, with three feathered arrows that were still trembling on it. Looking back, many of the Yellow Turban Bandits had fallen to the ground and died, but more of them rose from the dead and regrouped towards Ma Yue's side, their eyes no longer filled with fear.

"Ow~"

Ma Yue roared up, turned his horse, and waved his steel sword frantically at the official army in the north.

"Ow~~~"

All the Yellow Turban bandits who survived the arrow rain roared, raising their weapons into the air and waving them vigorously while they roared.

On the east bank of the White River, Yuan Shao's face changed. Such a bandit army, it can't be a dream, right?

South of the White Dragon Beach, Dong Zhuo's face changed, these thieves' soldiers, they are really tenacious.

White Dragon Beach West, Cao Cao's face changed, if these Yellow Turbans are my troops ......

White Dragon Beach North, Sun Jian and Liu Bei's face changed, only Zhu Jun's expression remained the same cold indifference. However, there is no denying that this group of yellow turban thieves has brought Zhu Jun too much surprise, I wonder if this miracle will continue? It's really exciting to see.

Deeply inhaling a cold breath, Zhu Jun said in a deep voice: "The archers have failed? Well then, let these damned bandits taste the might of the Xilang Iron Riders! Tell Dong Zhuo to bring out all his skills and drive all these damned bandits to feed the fish in the White River!"

......

"Wooo~~"

"Ang Ang~~"

The loud and distinctive bullhorn sounded from the south, Ma Yue's pupils suddenly shrank, looking far to the south, the black pressed Xilian iron cavalry had arranged into a neat formation, thousands of war horses stepping slowly forward with neat steps, like a wall of mountains crushing over towards the White Dragon Beach.

Is the most difficult moment finally coming?

The sound of hissing and inhaling came again from behind, Ma Yue turned his head to the tens of thousands of yellow turban bandits and smiled brightly, saying aloud: "The Xilian cavalry has nothing to fear, they are born to their father and mother like us, their sabers can cut off our heads, our lances can also pierce their chests!"

"If you lose your head, it's just a big scar, don't be afraid of him!"

Many yellow turban bandits heard the words coaxed, and the gloomy pressure brought by the Xilang iron cavalry suddenly weakened a lot.

"Blood battle to the end!"

Guan Hai patted his horse to Ma Yue, lost no time in raising his arms and roaring, his fierce black face was filled with a strong murderous spirit, just like an evil spirit killing god that chooses to devour people.

"Fight in blood to the end!"

All the yellow turban bandits followed and roared, even though their voices were hoarse, they were still roaring at the top of their lungs. Such a desperate roar may not help them kill the official army, but it can give them courage. When thousands of people gather together to shout madly, the frenzied aura is enough to make their blood burn.

......

The spears in the hands of the cavalrymen in the front row stabbed straight up into the air, rising and falling with the gallop of the horses, like the poisonous letters of a viper, cold and frightening.

Dong Zhuo steered his horse like flying, Hua Xiong and Xu Rong followed closely like a shadow.

He likes the taste of battle, he likes the cold glow of the blades, he likes the slaughter of the iron hoof crushing the earth, the Xilang iron horsemen, the world is the masters! All those who stand in the way will be crushed into powder, no one will be able to stop his Dong Zhuo's charge.

"Ow~"

Dong Zhuo raised his voice to the sky, and a thousand Xilang iron horsemen howled in response.