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

"It's raining!"

"Hahaha, this god will help us!"

"Once it rains, the river will rise, and these officers and soldiers still want to cross the river to fight, wishful thinking!"

"These days, they can toss us to death, they can't fight, they can't retreat, but they will tire us half to death, this kind of killing a thousand knives will be dead!"

"This should be a good rest!"

“……”

The Yellow Turban soldiers in front of the formation couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts, if it weren't for the fact that the main general hadn't given the order, they would have gone directly back to the camp to rest, because in the sound of drums for three whole days, their spirits were tense even if they rested, for fear that they didn't know when the other party would start attacking.

"It's raining!"

Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In this way, we have time to change our guards!" ”

"Good!"

Yang Zhao also nodded: "You first withdraw your troops, just in case, I will block here, and then you go to report to Qu Shuai, and then please transfer Ye Zhenbu and Zhao Su behind us to take over our defense line, these soldiers look tired, they must all be withdrawn to rest!" ”

The Yellow Turban Army here in Gepo Township does not have as many as is said outside, there are only fifty or sixty thousand young and strong soldiers, and the rest are the old and weak women and children.

But even if those 50,000 or 60,000 young men are strong, they are much stronger than the troops on the other side, and they are on the defensive side, so the troops are more relaxed, and they can be adjusted at will.

"Okay!" Yan Yu said: "I'll go now!" ”

After Yanyu left, Yang Zhao also went to the bank of the river.

He walked and stopped on the bank of the river, encouraging the army: "Sons, I know you are all tired, but now we need to support a little longer, and when the rear soldiers and horses come to take over our defensive line, we can go down and rest......"

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

Suddenly, a pro-soldier shouted in a somewhat frightened voice, and said a word unneatly.

"What are you seeing?" Yang Zhao was quite strict in commanding the troops, so he was also very strict with the soldiers under his command, and frowned a little after being interrupted.

"There are enemy troops on the river!"

The pro-soldier hurriedly finished this sentence.

"Enemy troops?"

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

"It's the enemy!"

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

"It was the rain that blocked our view, so we didn't find it!"

The generals looked at the river in front of them, and in the hazy haze, figures emerged from the rain.

"Enemy attack, all sons, defend immediately!"

Yang Zhao's hairs stood up all over his body, his eyes were round with anger, and he shouted loudly at his subordinates.

He could never have imagined that the officers and soldiers would take advantage of the convenience of the rain and the hazy vision to take the opportunity to cross the river and fight, which caught them off guard, and the Yanyu Department had withdrawn, and the troops on the river bank were less than 10,000.

"The first song, the bow and arrow are wound, release!" The foremost ship is the bow and crossbow battalion, the bow and crossbow camp owner Cheng Luo looked ahead, his eyes burst out with a touch of hatred, in the past here, he had broken his wrist, this revenge, he remembered it, today finally has the opportunity, he will be personally avenged.

"Woo Woo !!!"

Layers of dense bows and arrows continued to fall in the Yellow Turban Army like rain falling from the sky.

"The second song, the bow and arrow are wound, and then put it again!"

Cheng Luo continued to wave.

"Woo Woo !!!"

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

They took the entire Nanyang Army's armament warehouse, and all the arrows of the Nanyang Army were already in their hands, just as they had entered the firing range, the soldiers of the bow and crossbow battalion naturally broke out, wave after wave, and the arrow rain was always covering the Yellow Turban Barracks in the distance.

"What's going on?"

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

"How did I get an arrow, help!"

"What about the shield soldiers, what about our shield soldiers?"

"Back off, back off!"

“……”

The Yellow Turban Army had just relaxed for less than an hour, and even if some of the soldiers did not retreat, they were tired and even dozed off on the spot, no one expected that the sudden rain of arrows began to harvest their lives, and bursts of wails rose and fell in the rain.

"Quick!"

Li Yan, the commander of the heavy armor battalion, also began to go crazy at this moment, he reversed the image of a scholar in the past, his voice was like a gong, and he shouted frenzied and fast: "The sons and daughters of the bow and arrow battalion are covering us, we can't let the county lieutenant down, quickly dock the shore!" ”

"Quick!"

"Quick!"

The soldiers of the heavy battalion were all dressed in battle armor, and one by one they quickly shook the wooden poles, allowing the ships under their feet to move forward rapidly.

"Archer!"

Yang Zhao dodged an arrow, stepped on the air, and fell into the mud of the rain, like a mud man, he rolled up and shouted: "Where are our archers, quickly counterattack!" ”

"Yang Shuai, let's get on the train, it's too late!" An adjutant general pulled him and said.

"Get out!"

Yang Zhao ended the name of the deputy general with a sword, and stepped on the blood to lift the morale of the army: "No one is allowed to retreat, block me, as long as you block it for half an hour, our army can be reinforced!" ”

"Block!"

"Block!"

Although the Yellow Turban Army is not an elite soldier, it has some combat effectiveness, and it was stimulated by Yang Zhao with blood, and finally raised some fighting spirit.

"A certain Zhoucang, where is the Gong thief, quickly send the head of Shanger!!!"

In a deafening roar, the pioneer battalion and the personal guard battalion landed, and the leading general was Zhou Cang, the commander of the cavalry battalion, and Zhou Cang's cavalry battalion stayed behind, but he, as the only fierce general under Mushan, personally led Mushan's personal guard battalion to charge into battle.

"Arrogant, why do you need to make a move!"

Yang Zhao raised his knife and killed: "A certain Yang Zhao, kill you today, sons, block their attack, drive them into the river, kill!" ”

"Slash!"

Zhou Cang also made good use of a big knife and slashed it head-on.

"Pioneer son, today is the time for us to make a name for ourselves!"

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

"Sons, end the battle in an hour!"

Mu Shan's body like a black bear jumped off the raft, holding a big hammer in his hand, in the dripping rain, the killing intent erupted like a shock, pointing ahead, and the cold howl penetrated under his strength, shocking everyone's heart.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

As this battle began, the army under the command of Makiyama continued to walk down from the raft and join the battlefield.

"Die!"

Zhou Cang's knife technique is very violent, once it is crazy, this momentum is rising, the stronger the momentum, the more crazy the knife technique, his skill is still above Yang Zhao, crazy, even more fierce, less than fifty rounds, has overwhelmingly pressed Yang Zhao in a knife circle.

"I'm not going to lose!"

Yang Zhao is also a martial artist, although his skills are insufficient, but his fighting spirit is tenacious, even if his whole body is bloody, he is not afraid, gritting his teeth and killing it.

"Hahaha, this battle is very enjoyable!"

Zhou Cang said: "A certain family sees that you are also a man, and a certain family will give you a good time today!" ”

His knife was fast, as fast as lightning, and with a single slash, it cut off Yang Zhao's head.

"I'm not reconciled!"

This was the last thought in Yang Zhao's heart, and then he completely fell into eternal darkness.

"The Lord will be dead, those who descend will not die, and those who do not surrender will be killed!"

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

"Yang Shuai is dead!"

"What should I do?"

"Run!"

"Surrender!"

The Yellow Turban Army was completely chaotic, the soldiers were defeated like a mountain, some fled in all directions, some put down their weapons and surrendered, and some fought hard and were brutally killed.

In the rain, an offensive and defensive battle broke out quickly and ended quickly, blood blended in the rain, and the heaven and earth seemed to have become a bloody picture for you......