The Puhe River and the Great Wall of Guyan were in front of them, but the Youzhou cavalry, who had always been like maggots on tarsal bones, stood in front of them.

The desolate sound of battle trumpets resounded in the wilderness, and there were cries like those from the ancient flood era, echoing in the wilderness with endless anger and hatred.

Slowly, slowly, the shouts became rhythmic, and even the content of the shouts became consistent.

Time.

There were only four words that rang out over the field:

The sky is dead.

It was the first time that Liang Da's headquarters on the opposite side had encountered such an enemy, their steps were neat, their steps were the same, the sound of their footsteps shook their hearts, and the weapons they raised were cold, and then their steps began to speed up, and their faces became even more hideous, and the shouts in their mouths also changed from four characters to eight characters.

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand!

The shouts of 10,000 people in unison, the passionate voice shook the universe, like five thunders falling from the nine heavens, boom, boom in the ears and exploded in the field, and for a moment, it seemed that only these fanatical yellow turban moth thieves were left in front of them.

All the Han soldiers were trembling by such a scene, and there was a moment of weakness in their hearts, and the war horses that sat down began to make noise, and the cold sweat in the palms of their hands became more and more, but the shouts in the mouth of the Yellow Turban Army changed from eight characters to twelve characters.

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. Years old in Jiazi!

Liang Da retracted his gaze from afar, and the moment he pulled out the ring head knife, there was no longer the previous shock and panic in his eyes, only a touch of cold color and the whites of his eyes that had been dyed red blood.

The Ring Hand Sword was held high in his hand, but the shouts of the Yellow Turban Army turned into sixteen words at this time.

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!

The Yellow Turban Moth Thief began a full-scale charge, and the formation that had been maintained before became scattered, but the yellow tide in front of him did not frighten Liang Da, such a scene had not been felt for half a year, and the time made him forget the appearance of the battlefield, and the Yellow Turban Moth Thief in front of him once again made him return to the battlefield of his dreams.

The Han army has begun to be chaotic, Liang Da must stabilize the heart of the army, he held high the ring head knife and shouted, this sound almost made his throat tear, although it did not suppress the distant shout, but made the Han army thousands of people hear it very clearly: "Behind us, not only the old peace, our feet are not only Zhuojun, we want to protect not only the people, but also our homeland, our wives and children, mothers, now, our reinforcements are rushing here, and all we have to do is to delay their pace, Keep them out of the Great Wall of Guyan! For our own sake, for our homeland, and even for the sake of our relatives in our homeland, we will draw your weapons and face your enemies, and today we must not only let them, the Jizhou Yankees, know our terribleness, but also let them know our determination to defend our homeland. ”

"Han Army !!"

"Mighty!"

"Han Army !!"

"Mighty!"

"Mighty!"

"Mighty!"

"Kill!"

Liang Da took the lead in killing out, and the more than 1,000 county soldiers behind him were not far behind.

What really made them forget the fear in their hearts may be Liang's loud and emotional speech, but the imminent arrival of reinforcements also played a crucial role, but the most important point is that these soldiers who have been trained for many days, these are the best of the Zhuoxian county soldiers, they are all one in a hundred soldiers, they are different from the county's soldiers who have no combat power in Jizhou, they have their own pride in their hearts. Such pride, such courage, coupled with a commander like Liang Da, so they dare to face it.

There are no generals of the bears, and there are no soldiers of the bears, so they are not the chickens and dogs that the Yellow Turban Moth thieves have encountered, but nightmares, lingering nightmares!

Under the leadership of Liang Da, the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army tore a big hole like a sharp spear, stabbed it through, and then stabbed another spear from behind, and the two waves of impact back and forth made the Yellow Turban Moth thief terrifying, and escaping became the first thought in the hearts of many people, but Deng Mao's shouting stopped them.

In front of the cavalry, running away is tantamount to death, and a man can never escape from a horse, so if he wants to live, he can only kill them all, because they are less than eight hundred, and we have many, many, so much that even a spit is enough to drown them.

Liang suffered heavy losses from the two charges, and he underestimated the Yellow Turban Moth's combat power, but the painful death made him understand that the reason why the Yellow Turban Army was able to break through was obviously fundamentally different from the previous traitors, their morale was stronger, their beliefs were more persistent, but the most important point was that they had a commander who was not stupid.

Although the general who spoke out was only born as the head of Qian, he controlled his restlessness in time, and it can be said that he had a certain talent, so the next battle was the most arduous and difficult.

"Can we stop it?"

The guards beside Liang Da asked bloodily, obviously the confrontation just now made him a little suspicious, even afraid.

"Unstoppable!"

Liang Da's voice was calm, but there was a flicker of madness between his eyebrows: "Do you remember Sima's speech to you on the first day?" ”

The soldiers of Xiema recalled in unison, the picture playing out in their minds like butterflies wearing flowers, but they did not understand which sentence the song meant.

Liang Da once again raised the ring head knife and shouted:

"Just now, Yousheng asked me if I could stop the Yellow Turban Moth Thief, and I said I couldn't, because the Youzhou Army only has two words!"

After a short silence and calmness, the eight hundred Youzhou soldiers thought of what Liu Lan said, I lead the troops, just three sentences, seven words, fight to the death, fight to the death or fight to the death, join my Youzhou army, there is only a death battle, no retreat!

For a while, everyone responded and shouted in unison:

"Fight to the death!"

This passionate battle to the death shouted out from the mouths of the eight hundred soldiers, shaking the mountains and rivers like ten thousand horses galloping, and in a flash, the eyes of the eight hundred people were only left with fanaticism and calmness, and they regarded death as their home consciousness!

The biggest advantage of the Yellow Turban Army is that there are many of them, but the disadvantage is that they are uneven, five or six out of ten people who really use iron weapons, but only one or two out of ten who really use blades, even if they have weapons, they don't have any armor on their bodies, so as long as they have the belief that they will die, even if they die, they can pull a few more pads.

Eight hundred Youzhou soldiers rode horses to kill again, they shouted to the death, their faces were full of endless madness, Deng Mao looked at them from afar, the corners of his eyebrows twitched for no reason, such a force has never seen or heard of.

He knew that the Yellow Turban Army was not afraid of death, but the real fear of death was because there were many people charging together, and there was even no way back, so he was not afraid of death, but like the Han Army, the Han Army in front of him had never seen it, he didn't believe that these officials and men were really not afraid of death, but if it was fake, why didn't they even blink their eyelids!