A drop of cold snow from the treetops quietly dripping, splashed on the tip of Guo Tu's nose, Guo Tu cold shiver, shaking his head, eyes inadvertently swept over the left side of that dense forest, suddenly found a group of flying birds are startled from the forest, Guo Tu immediately heart sinking, empty silence, flying birds startled forest, could not be buried in the forest ambush!
But Guo Tu quickly denied this speculation, if the mountain bandits can also use the scheme, the sow will be on the tree.
Zhao Qian suddenly turned his ears sideways and asked Guo Tu in a deep voice, "Gong Ze, what is that sound?"
Guo Tu listened with his side ears for a moment and said with confusion, "Only the sound of soldiers killing each other."
Zhao Qian said, "No, the sound is from the left front, not the sound of killing."
"Left front?"
Guo Tu's heart jumped indisputably, he turned his head and listened carefully for a moment, and he heard a strange sound, like thunder, like a torrent, and in just a few moments, the sound had been amplified, and the archers who were not involved in physical combat also heard the sound and turned their heads to check.
"Whinny-rrrr~~"
The war horses under Zhao Qian and Guo Tu's hips started to get manic at the same time, as if they sensed some kind of danger.
"Flag! A big flag!"
A sharp-eyed archer suddenly screamed mournfully, reaching out and pointing to the left front.
Zhao Qian and Guo Tu drew a cold breath at the same time, only to see the dark and dreary dome of the sky, a large bloody flag from the dense forest bizarrely appeared, the bleak flag embroidered with "eight hundred stragglers" four big golden words. Under the blood-colored banner, a black mass of cavalry was rushing over the mountains, horses' hooves were flying, mud and grass were splashing, a hideous killing machine filled the sky and earth, and the shiny steel swords were already raised high in the air, flashing cold cold aura.
The Han archers began to stir, looking left and right, their eyes showing inexplicable fear.
"Eight hundred stragglers!" Zhao Qian drew a cold breath backwards and trembled. "It's the 800 stragglers from Nanyang! How did they stray to Yingchuan, Yuan Shu's pikers, killed me too~~"
Surprisingly, they were all cavalry! Guo Tu's heart was cold and his eyebrows were locked, the Han army's infantry team was already entangled with the mountain bandits, and it was impossible to retreat at this time.
......
Ma Yue, with his horse and sword, ran in front of the front of the cavalry formation, the blood-colored cloak fluttered from behind his shoulders, snapping, the gentle slope of the land receded like a tidal wave from under his feet, the dense array of Han archers like sheep to be slaughtered, slowly unfolded in front of him, Ma Yue looked up to the sky and whistled, the cold killing machine poured out from his eyes, and in the eyes of the Han soldiers, he saw fear, endless fear ......
This is the kind of effect you want! The eight hundred stragglers will not only destroy the Han army physically, but also destroy them mentally!
"Die~~"
Ma Yue shouted, and strove to spur his horse, and the war horse rose up with a sad neigh. The dazzling cold aura confused the eyes of the Han soldiers, and the heavy thick-backed steel sword had already cut down viciously with strong inertia.
"Poof~"
Blood splashed, a Han archer did not have time to scream, the whole has been split into two.
Behind Ma Yue, eight hundred stragglers came like a tidal wave, each straggler straightened his body, raised his sword in his hand and made a slashing motion.
"Boom~~"
Thousands of sharp knives cut down mercilessly, cutting thousands of strange arcs in the air.
Opposite the edge of the dense forest.
Deng Mao fought hard with his sword and heavily chopped a Han shield. The wooden shield instantly exploded, when the Han soldier was stunned, Deng Mao's steel sword had already rotated and arrived, lightly slicing through his neck, splashing blood, a head had already thrown up in the air. Deng Mao killed the Han soldiers with his sword and turned around abruptly, only to see that Ma Yue's 800 stragglers were already out in ambush, like wolves entering a flock of sheep, slaughtering the archers in the rear of the Han army mercilessly.
The depression caused by the heavy casualties of the mountain bandits was suddenly swept away, and Deng Mao jumped up onto a huge boulder and shouted with his arms: "Brothers, the 800 stragglers of Ma Da leader have arrived, we are about to win, let's fight with the Han army~~"
"Let's fight~~"
The mountain bandits responded by picking up hoes, sticks, and stones and launched a frenzied counterattack on the Han army, turning the situation into a melee. The Han captain who was supervising the formation from behind stared at Deng Mao on the boulder who was roaring with his arms like a wolf.
"Phew~~"
A sharp cracking sound rang out, Deng Mao's body heaved, then looked down and stared deadly at his chest, only to see an arrow plume is slightly trembling in the chest, Deng Mao struggled to raise his right arm, pointing deadly ahead, there is crimson blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth, anger like a tidal wave from his body receded, the original bright eyes gradually dulled down.
"Uh ~ ~"
Deng Mao sighed softly, kneeled down on the boulder with both knees weak, his head drooped down helplessly, a blood-dripping wolf hair came out from his undershirt, flickering with cold flames.
The Han captain smiled coldly, put away his iron bow and was about to swing his sword to rejoin the battle group, when a fatal chopping attack suddenly came from behind, a cold texture swept past his chest, a cavalryman from hell had spurred his horse from his side, the sharp steel sword in the rider's hand was flashing with a strange cold aura.
Zhou Cang ruffled his sword and never stopped, pouncing on the next Han soldier with his horse.
When Ma Yue and Guan Hai led 300 riders to attack the Han archers, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuan Shao led the remaining 600 riders to cover the rear line of Han infantry, forming a front and rear attack with the mountain bandits against the Han army.
The Han army captain slowly lowered his head, his iron armor in front of his chest remained, a trace of crimson blood suddenly splashed out from the iron armor seam, seeping into a diagonal line of blood, the next moment, he was surprised to see his upper body was slowly sliding down from his lower body ......
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"Ah~~uh!"
The Han captain howled mournfully, and then crunched to a halt as the two lifeless bodies fell to the ground.
"Kill~~"
Zhao Qian flipped his hand and drew out his sword, howling harshly as he charged forward with his horse, trying to fight against the beast.
Guan Hai's tower-like figure stepped on the corpses on the ground and flew to meet Zhao Qian coldly.
"Dang~~"
Zhao Qian's longsword lightly chopped on Guan Hai's longsword with a crisp sound, a huge recoil came, Zhao Qian's tiger mouth was numb, the longsword had already taken off and flew away, from the air through a dazzling arc, poofed into the head of an unlucky Han archer, that Han archer's wolf running footsteps jerked, and then fell straight down like a sawed down wood.
"Go to hell~~"
Guan Hai bellowed, his left hand lifted Zhao Qian from his horse, Zhao Qian was in the air, Guan Hai's long knives had been stabbed between his chest and abdomen like the wind and the rain, from the sky to the ground in this short time, Guan Hai stabbed at least dozens of knives, Zhao Qian's chest and abdomen had been bloodied.
"Drink ~ ~"
Ma Yue's gaze was stern, the steel sword in his hand cut out like lightning, the sharp blade split the air, emitting a sharp whistle.
Guo Tu's face was instantly white, fearfully closed his eyes, a trace of ice cold instantly attacked, Guo Tu felt a chill on the side of the neck, and then there was a buzzing aftertone for a long time. Could it be that this is the taste of death? Guo Tu opened his eyes with trepidation and instantly met a pair of cold, fierce eyes, and then screamed in fear.
The corners of Ma Yue's mouth blossomed into a sneer of contempt. Another greedy person who is afraid of death!
"What is your name?"
"Little ...... villain Guo ...... Guo Tu."
"Guo Tu?"
Ma Yue heard two eyes cold, up and down looking at Guo Tu on that shiny and decent brocade robe and silk fur, the corners of his mouth swirled up a cunning smile.
"Men, kidnap this guy!"
The two tigers pounced like wolves and grabbed Guo Tu from his horse and pinned him to the ground, and in the midst of Guo Tu's struggles and wails, he was soon tied up into a solid dumpling.
......
The rain fell and stopped. The battle was finally over.
Ma Yue steered his horse slowly from the hillside, rushed up a raised hill, to the top of the hill when a fierce strangulation of the reins, the war horse whinnied and stood up, the front hooves in the air a kick, and then heavily on the ground. Ma Yue was sitting on top of his horse, holding up his thick-backed steel sword, proudly looking down on the whole battlefield.
All the stragglers and mountain bandits, as long as they still had a breath, got up from the ground, and everyone held their breath to stare at Ma Yue on top of the hill, and their eyes were flooded with fervent admiration. At this moment, in their eyes, Ma Yue was not a man, but - God!
"Roar~~"
Ma Yue raised the steel sword in his hand fiercely and roared harshly to shatter the sky.
"Roar~~"
Everyone raised their weapons in their hands and shouted wildly, like countless furious beasts, roaring together in focus. At the bottom of the hill, Guo Tu's face was pale, and he looked at the lion-like man on the top of the hill with incomparable fear, the rallying power of this man was really breathtaking.
......
Guangzong City, the last bastion of the Yellow Turban Army.
"Hoo~~"
By the bright light of the lightning, the Yellow Turban followers on the city tower saw a dozen or so black shadows were flying from the sky and rapidly zooming in, pressing down viciously toward the city walls.
"Stone throwing machine, it's a stone throwing machine, quickly find a place to hide, find a place to hide~~"
Zhang Liang roared at the top of his voice, but no one heard him. The Yellow Turban followers on the city tower were already in a frenzy of desperation, oblivious to the impending doom.
"Boom~~"
"Boom~~"
The solid walls of Guangzong City trembled violently and groaned in pain, and the originally smooth and clean walls were instantly pitted and pockmarked with catkins.
"Uhhh~~"
"Help~~"
"Pull me up~~"
"Don't step on my hand, oops ~~"
"Lao Er, Lao Er where did you go?"
The screams and shouts rose up in the night on the Canton Castle. Many were caught off guard and fell headlong from the top of the city in a violent tremor. Some were lucky enough to catch the parapet, but their luck only ended there.
Another boulder came crashing down hard from the air.
"Big brother. Get out of the way!"
Zhang Liang's soul was scared, protecting Zhang Jiao ruthlessly bumped away from the crowded Yellow Turban followers, just a few steps to the right, the next moment, a huge black shadow has come whistling, ruthlessly smashed down on the place where Zhang Liang was standing, a loud boom, splashing the sky of debris, choking the dust and smoke.
A dozen yellow turban followers who did not have time to dodge away were instantly smashed into a mass of mush, and when the dust and smoke cleared, by the dazzling flash that crossed from time to time. The surrounding yellow turban believers were horrified to find that a boulder weighing hundreds of pounds had been ruthlessly smashed into the ground, the gap between the boulder and the brick wall, leaving the tips of two bare feet, and a pair of blood-dripping palms still struggling slightly.
"Clap ~ ~"
The sound of collapse suddenly sounded, the poor city wall finally can no longer withstand such a violent destruction, instantly collapsed down a large corner, crowded in this area of the city tower on the yellow turban believers and broken bricks and walls wrapped together, tumbling and rolling down to the city tower below, was buried alive in the smoke and dust of broken soil.
Han army rear line.
Zhu Jun's expression is as cold as frost, his right arm again to the front of a light pressure, the messenger holding the flag to gallop away, the harsh sound of the trumpet resounded through the long sky: "General orders, archers ~ ~ ~ ~ attack ~ ~"
......
Deng Mao's body was coldly presented at Ma Yue's feet, Liao Hua and Peng Tuo knelt on one knee with sorrowful faces, behind them, the mountain bandits from Qing Dan Mountain, Qingniu Ping and Bai Hu Ling were arranged in a scattered formation, after a fierce battle, there were about 1000 people left, most of them were wounded and all looked miserable.
Although Zhao Qian's Han army was only a county army, it was still much stronger than the mountain bandits. If Ma Yue's 800 stragglers hadn't arrived by chance and killed Zhao Qian by surprise, even if Deng Mao's three men combined their efforts and set more than 2,000 mountain bandits to fight the Han army, they would have had no chance to win.
The mountain bandits suffered heavy casualties, which was expected by Ma Yue.
If not rely on the mountain bandits to consume the Han army's strength, the 800 stragglers will not be so easy to defeat the Han army! The 800 stragglers were the elite and Ma Yue's heart and soul, he did not want to lose these elite soldiers in such a melee, if he could choose, he would rather sacrifice a hundred mountain bandits than one straggler.
Of course, these thoughts, Ma Yue will never say out, but only hidden in the heart.
"Brothers of Qing Dan Mountain, you are the good brothers of Dangdang Deng, is my Ma Yue's good brothers, Dangdang Deng has gone, but I Ma Yue is still here! From today onwards, as long as I, Ma Yue, still have a breath, I will never leave my brothers behind, and if I, Ma Yue, have a mouthful of food, I will never starve my brothers, and if I, Ma Yue, have a mouthful of soup, I will never thirst for you! The eight hundred bandits vow to die with you, to share the hardships and the blessings!"
"We will share the hardships and the blessings!"
Behind Ma Yue, the originally silent bandits raised their arms and roared.
Gratitude surged in the eyes of every mountain bandit, and these once simple farmers were so excited that they fell to their knees and clamored chaotically.
"We will follow you."
"We'll listen to the big chief."
"I, Old Qiu, will sell you these hundred or so pounds of meat."
"Big chief, you must take the brothers to avenge the Dangdang master's death wow~~"
Liao Hua and Peng Tuo exchanged a look, they both saw the worship in each other's eyes, they had seen Ma Yue's military front, the bravery of the 800 stragglers was hard to stop even Zhao Qian's elite Han army! Ma Yue was also righteous, what else could be said about such a leader, it was worth selling their lives to him!
Like Ma Yue, Liao Hua and Peng Tu were born from the Yellow Turban, and their identities were the same, so it was easy for them to accept Ma Yue from the bottom of their hearts.
"Big chief, Liao Hua is willing to serve as a dog and horse!"
"Big chief, Peng Tuo is willing to serve as a dog and horse!"
Ma Yue ......