Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 118 The Bloody Battle at Ge Po Seven (Updated, 620)

On the north bank of Rushui River, the Yellow Turban Barracks.

"It's raining!"

"Hahaha, God help us!"

"Once it rains, the river will rise. These officers and soldiers actually want to cross the river to fight. It's wishful thinking!"

"These days they are tossing us to death. If they don't fight, they don't retreat. Instead, they tire us to death. If you kill a thousand knives, you deserve to die!"

"You should be able to rest for a while!"

"..."

The yellow turban soldiers who lined up in the front couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If it wasn't for the commander's order, they might have gone back to the camp to rest, because during the three days of beating drums, their spirits were exhausted. Even when he is resting, he is still tense, for fear that he will not know when the opponent will start to attack.

"It's raining!"

Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since then, we have time to switch defenses!"

"it is good!"

Yang Zhao also nodded: "You first withdraw your part, just in case, I will block here, and then you report to Commander Qu, and then please transfer Ye Zhen and Zhao Su's troops behind us to take over our defense line, These soldiers look very tired, they must all be withdrawn to rest!"

The Yellow Turban Army here in Gepo Township is not as many as it is said outside. There are only [-] to [-] young and strong soldiers. The rest are old, weak, women and children. , this is a matter of momentum.

But even the [-] to [-] young and strong are much stronger than the troops on the other side, and they are on the defensive side, so the troops are more relaxed and can be deployed at will.

"Okay!" Yan Yu said, "I'll go right away!"

After Yan Yu left, Yang Zhao also went to the river bank.

He stopped and stopped by the river bank, encouraging the soldiers: "Boys, I know you are very tired, but now we have to support for a while, after the soldiers and horses from the rear come to take over our line of defense, we can go down and rest ..."

"Yang Shuai, look, look, look!!!"

Suddenly, a soldier shouted in a somewhat horrified voice, and said a sentence incoherently.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Zhao commanded the army quite strictly, so he was also very strict with the soldiers under his command, and frowned after being interrupted.

"There are enemy troops on the river!"

The soldier hastily finished the sentence.

"enemy?"

"How can there be enemy troops on the river?"

"It's the enemy army!"

"It's less than fifty steps away from us!"

"It was the rain that blocked our sight, so we haven't found it yet!"

All the generals looked at the river in front of them one after another. In the haze, figures emerged from the rain.

"Enemy attack, all sons and daughters, defend immediately!"

Yang Zhao's hairs stood on end, he glared angrily, and shouted loudly at his subordinates.

He never imagined that the officers and soldiers would take advantage of the rain to cross the river to fight, which caught them off guard. In addition, the Yanyu Department had already withdrawn, and there were less than [-] troops on the river bank.

"The first song, string the bow and arrow, let it go!" The ship at the front belongs to the Bow and Crossbow Camp. He remembered this enmity and this scene in his heart, and finally had the opportunity today, and he decided to avenge this personally.

"Whoa!!!!"

Layers of dense bows and arrows fell continuously among the Yellow Turban Army like rainwater falling from the sky.

"Second song, string the bow and arrow, and play it again!"

Cheng Luo continued to wave.

"Whoa!!!!"

The first wave of arrow rain has just started, and the second wave of arrow rain has just followed, covering the entire Yellow Turban Army in all directions.

They carried the entire Nanyang Army's armament warehouse, and all the arrows of the Nanyang Army were already in their hands. Just as they were within range, the soldiers of the Bow and Crossbow Battalion naturally broke out desperately, wave after wave, The rain of arrows is always covering the Yellow Turban barracks in the distance.

"what happened?"

"Isn't it raining, where did the arrows come from!"

"Why did I get hit by an arrow, help me!"

"Where are the shield soldiers, where are our shield soldiers?"

"Back, back quickly!"

"..."

The Yellow Turban Army had just relaxed for less than an hour, and even if some soldiers did not withdraw, they even fell asleep on the spot from exhaustion. No one thought that the sudden bursts of arrows began to harvest their lives, and the bursts of wailing sounded in the rain. Ups and downs.

"quick!"

Li Yan, the leader of the Heavy Armored Battalion, also started to lose his temper at this moment. He reversed the image of a scholar in the past, and his voice was like a gong, and he shouted maniacally and quickly: "The son of the Bow and Arrow Battalion is covering us, we can't let the county captain down, hurry up!" Hurry to shore!"

"quick!"

"quick!"

The soldiers of the Heavy Armored Battalion were all wearing battle armor. One by one, they quickly shook the wooden poles, allowing the boats under their feet to move forward rapidly.

"Archer!"

Yang Zhao dodged an arrow, stepped on the ground, and fell into the mud of the rain, like a clay figurine. He rolled over and shouted loudly: "Where are our archers, fight back!"

"Yang Shuai, hurry up, it's too late!" A lieutenant said pulling him.

"roll!"

Yang Zhao ended the lieutenant general's name with a sword, and encouraged the army's morale with blood: "Anyone is not allowed to retreat. Let me block it. As long as we block it for half an hour, our army will be able to reinforce it!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Although the Yellow Turban Army was not an elite soldier, they had some fighting power. After being stimulated by Yang Zhao's bloody blood, they finally raised some fighting spirit.

"A certain Zhoucang, where is the thief Gong? Hurry up and send your head!!!!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the Vanguard Battalion and the Guards Battalion landed, and the leading general was Zhou Cang, the commander of the cavalry battalion. Zhou Cang's cavalry battalion stayed behind, but as the only fierce general under Mushan, he personally led the troops of Mushan. The guard battalion charged forward.

"Arrogant person, why do you need him to be handsome!"

Yang Zhao raised his sword and came up to kill: "Yang Zhao of a certain family, kill you today, sons, block their attack, drive them into the river, kill!"

"cut!"

Zhou Cang also made good use of a big knife, and came up to kill him head-on.

"Pioneer Lang, today is the time for us to become famous!"

The leader of the Yellow Turban, Yang Zhao, had already been blocked by Zhou Cang. The Yellow Turban Army seemed to have no leader. Lei Hu led the vanguard battalion commander to drive straight in, like the tip of a long spear, crushingly killed.

"Boys, end the battle within an hour!"

Mu Shan jumped off the raft with a body like a black bear, holding a big hammer in his hand. Amidst the drops of rain, his killing intent burst out like a frightened bird. It penetrated out, shocking everyone's heart.

"kill!"

"kill!"

As the fight began, Mu Shan's army continued to get off the raft and join the battlefield.

"die!"

Zhou Cang's sword technique is very violent. Once he becomes crazy, the momentum will slowly rise. The stronger the momentum, the more crazy the sword technique. His skill is still higher than that of Yang Zhao. When he becomes crazy, it is even more fierce, less than fifty In the round, Yang Zhao had been overwhelmingly suppressed within a knife circle.

"I will not lose!"

Yang Zhao is also a warrior. Although he lacks skill, his fighting spirit is tenacious. Even if his body is covered with blood, he has no fear and kills with his teeth gritted.

"Hahaha, this battle is very fun!"

Zhou Cang said: "A certain family considers you a man, and today a certain family will give you a good time!"

His saber was fast, as fast as lightning, and it cut off Yang Zhao's head.

"I can not be reconciled!"

This was the last thought in Yang Zhao's mind, and he was completely plunged into eternal darkness.

"Your general is dead, those who surrender will not die, and those who do not surrender will be killed without mercy!"

Zhou Cang picked up Yang Zhao's head with a knife and shouted coldly at the audience.

"Yang Shuai is dead!"

"How to do?"

"Run for your life!"

"Surrender!"

The Yellow Turban Army was completely in chaos, defeated like a mountain, some fled and panted, some put down their weapons and surrendered, and some fought hard and were brutally beheaded.

In the rain, an offensive and defensive battle broke out quickly and ended quickly. The blood blended in the rain, and the world seemed to become a bloody scene...

(End of this chapter)