Under the fierce resistance of the Yellow Turban soldiers, the fierce cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army suffered huge casualties, gradually lost its power, and the formation began to scatter.

"Accelerate...... Accelerate ......"

Xian Yuyin roared loudly, kept galloping his horse, and the war knife in his hand kept flying.

The mournful cry of the horn resounded through the snowy battlefield.

The little sloth yelled, and the spear stabbed a Yellow Turban soldier. His horse was cut off by the enemy, and his legs fell nearby, and he was already hacked to death by the enemy. Although he survived and barely got up from the ground, he was surrounded by the enemy. He saw the dense Yellow Turban Army soldiers around him, and he was not afraid and fought fiercely with his guns. Just when he was in danger, he saw Tie Yue come in on foot with a dozen soldiers.

"Hirayama ......," the little lazy screamed in surprise.

"Your kid is so big, he hasn't died after falling like this." Tie Yue laughed and teased as he struggled to slash and slash.

"Where are your horses? Also hacked to death by the enemy? Xiao Lazy asked.

"Chu Feiyan's subordinates are all dead." Tie Yue smiled helplessly, "They rushed up to cut the horse's legs regardless of life or death, and they couldn't stop it, there was no way, and they fell." ”

"Hirayama, let's go north. To the north, following behind the cavalry, the enemy will be fewer......" Xiao Lazy shouted loudly as he waved his spear to block the swords that had been chopped in succession.

"Good. Brothers, follow me to the north, and kill ...... north."

Tie Yue and Xiao Lazy led a group of cavalry warriors who had lost their horses and fought to the north.

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The Yan Zhao tribe of the Wind and Cloud Iron Rider was wiped out again.

Now on the entire northern battlefield, only a group of more than 100 people trapped in a horse formation are still resisting stubbornly.

Xian Yufu, Yan Liang, Wen Chou, and Zhang He each led dozens of soldiers to guard the four corners of the horse formation, and Tian Zhong led a group of people to respond in the center, as long as there were Yellow Turban soldiers breaking through the horse formation and killing in, they would immediately go up to block and kill. Several people were all injured and barely held on.

Everyone knew that only if Chu Feiyan ordered the troops to launch a full-scale assault, all the people would be killed immediately. But strangely enough, the Yellow Turban soldiers surrounded them, and after attacking like crazy for some time, they suddenly stopped, and, moreover, stopped firing arrows at their horses.

Yan Liang's face was pale, his right hand was holding a knife, he knelt on the ground on one leg, moaning in pain, and the wounds on his body kept bleeding.

Xian Yufu walked over slowly and asked in a low voice, "Can you still hold on?" ”

Yan Liang nodded and said loudly: "What kind of reputation is Chu Feiyan doing? Is it that the adults are about to kill you? ”

Xian Yufu looked at the battlefield in the west with a shocking sound of killing, shook his head, and said in confusion: "The killing over there is indistinguishable, and it is the time when it is fierce, and the adults simply do not have the strength to rush to save us." Boyu's troops on the east side of the battlefield are estimated to be difficult to hold on, and I heard the sound of killing on that side getting quieter and quieter. Now the situation is very bad for us. ”

Yan Liang smiled bitterly and did not make a sound. He cracked his mouth and roared a few times, as if this would ease the pain.

Zhang He strode over and said loudly, "My lord, something must have happened to the Yellow Turban Army." ”

Xian Yufu nodded, frowned and pointed to Chu Feiyan's battle flag and said, "Yes, something must have happened." You see, now his troops can completely pass through our blocking position and quickly move closer to the remnants of Yang Feng, but he is strangely stopped in place, neither attacking us nor advancing forward. What happened? ”

Zhang He said nervously: "Could it be that the Yellow Turban Army defeated the Gall Tao City?" ”

Xian Yufu looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

It's already noon, the snow is getting heavier, and visibility is very low.

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Chu Feiyan's troops rushed to the west of the battlefield in time to help Yang Fengbu stabilize their position. Yang Feng's tens of thousands of scattered soldiers fled to the back of the support troops, and under Yang Feng's command, they quickly organized and rejoined the battle. They unleashed a ferocious, continuous, almost suicidal counterattack against the Iron Horse. But if you don't fight back, everyone will die faster.

Under the leadership of Li Hong, the iron cone formation of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry has been fighting for two hours in a row, due to the increasing casualties, the speed and lethality of the iron cone formation began to gradually decline, and the soldiers and war horses are becoming more and more tired, but it is not yet time to withdraw from the battle, so they can only grit their teeth and hold on.

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When Chu Feiyan heard the news of Zhang Niujiao's death, she couldn't accept this fact for a while, and she was discouraged and grief-stricken for a while. He fell to his knees, lying on the snow, and began to weep bitterly.

The Yellow Turbans of the Heavenly Death.

Zhang Niujiao's sudden death, just like Zhang Jiao's sudden death in Guangzong City the year before last, was a fatal blow to the Yellow Turban Army. The Yellow Turbans immediately fell into the abyss and were on the verge of collapse.

Now the Yellow Turban Army will need a period of hard fighting if it wants to hit the Leopard Army hard, and the capture of Gaunt Tao City cannot be done because of the serious shortage of troops, and the most realistic thing now is to keep the strength of the existing Yellow Turban Army and try to make a comeback in the future.

Chu Feiyan realized his responsibility, and now it was up to him whether he could calmly and safely lead the remaining hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops to evacuate the gall battlefield. He gradually calmed down from his grief and began to plan the evacuation of the Yellow Turbans.

"Wang Shuai, can the news of my father's death be notified to the other leaders of the Yellow Turban Army?" Chu Feiyan asked softly.

Wang Dang shook his head and whispered, "Of course I don't dare to divulge such a big matter." Once the news of the death of the marshal spreads, this battle should not be fought, and the Yellow Turban Army will immediately disperse. Sun Shuai and I are both Dashuai's subordinates, you are Dashuai's righteous son, Dashuai is dead, we will naturally help you. You make up your mind immediately, Sun Shuai is waiting for me to reply in the camp. Now what? ”

Chu Feiyan said to Wang Dang gratefully: "Thank you and Sun Shuai. Wang Dang shook his hand again and again, urging him to hurry up and get an idea.

Chu Feiyan said without hesitation: "Withdraw." ”

The golden gong sounded suddenly, and the continuous rapid and violent sound instantly spread to every corner of the battlefield.

The thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers who surrounded Yan Zhao's troops withdrew like a tide. They quickly retreated, along with their bulky defensive equipment.

The soldiers of Yan Zhao's tribe suddenly survived, and they immediately cheered and excited. Yan Liang raised his sword and shouted wildly, as if he had killed the enemy, and he was arrogant. Xian Yufu and Zhang He, who was standing behind him, glanced at each other, and the excitement of escaping death was overflowing, but both of them saw a trace of worry and sadness in each other's eyes.

The Yellow Turban Army, in the case of absolute superiority, suddenly retreated, why? Most likely, the city has been captured by them. If Zhang Niujiao captures the city of Gauntlet, he will first consider that the snow is too heavy and the weather is not conducive to continuing the battle, so if the Leopard Army has been hit hard, it is also a good choice to withdraw his troops into the city.

Not only Xian Yufu thinks so, but Xian Yuyin also thinks so. Xian Yuyin and his subordinates felt relieved when they saw the enemy quickly leaving the battlefield, but they were very uneasy in their hearts. If the city of Gall Tao is still captured by the Yellow Turban Army, then the battle will be in vain.

When Yang Feng heard the sound of the golden gong, he did not hesitate at all, and immediately commanded the troops to leave the battlefield. His troops were beaten badly by Li Hong's leopard army, and most of them were killed and wounded, which made him both heartbroken and angry. He was carried home on his back. He was extremely reluctant to fight the leopard, and the result was a face-to-face battle; Chu Feiyan, who had made careful preparations and wanted to fight a decisive battle with the Fengyun Iron Cavalry, did not get the opportunity to fight hard, so he could only come to help.

Chu Feiyan left more than 10,000 horses with dogs at the back of the army. They took a large number of blocking equipment, cautiously, and slowly retreated. He was most worried that the leopard would chase after him and launch a fierce offensive, which would be a disaster for the scarred and exhausted Yellow Turban Army. Now every soldier's life is very precious to the crumbling Yellow Turban Army.

The soldiers who had withdrawn from the battlefields on the east and west flanks flew past the covering troops, without making any stops, and ran directly in the direction of the north city gate. The military commanders of all ministries received Chu Feiyan's orders one after another, and directly withdrew to Gaoyi City, and withdrew overnight.

Yang Feng's hair was scattered, and he was covered in blood all over his body, and he was embarrassed. He flew to Chu Feiyan's side and roared angrily: "Yanzi, why do you want to withdraw to Gaoyi? Didn't the big marshal take the gall pottery city? ”

Chu Feiyan felt a pain in her heart, and tears suddenly welled up. He looked at Yang Feng blankly, tears kept flowing, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Yang Feng was shocked, tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and asked sharply, "What happened?" Say it quickly! ”

"The handsome man is dead." Chu Feiyan choked up and whispered.

Yang Fengru was stunned by a heavy blow, he looked at Chu Feiyan with wide eyes, his face shocked and painful.

"Swallow, we have to withdraw to Changshan, withdraw to Changshan......"

Li Hong heard the sound of the golden gong of the retreating Yellow Turban Army, and his heart suddenly became cold. He worked hard for a long time, but he still fell short. The gall pottery is lost.

He stopped in the snow and watched helplessly as the Yellow Turbans quickly disappeared into the snow.

Tail chase? What's the point of catching up? What else can you do besides beheading more than 10,000 more? He looked at the goose feather snow in front of him and smiled helplessly.

Now that the snow is falling, there is a vast white space between heaven and earth, and things dozens of steps away cannot be seen at all, so what kind of war is there to fight? If the gall is lost, this battle will be even more meaningless.

"My lord, taking advantage of the retreat of the Yellow Turban Army, the formation is unstable, let's kill it immediately, kill it......" Jade and Heng Shi flew from the formation and shouted loudly.

"People, what are you hesitating about, you can't miss the opportunity, you won't come again, immediately regroup your formation, and we'll kill all the way over......" Zheng Xin also flew over and urged loudly, "Hurry up, ......"

Li Hong let out a long sigh.

"Stop the attack."

"Order the troops to assemble, assemble immediately."

Before the words fell, an earth-shattering war drum was suddenly heard from the direction of the east city gate.

The soldiers of the Wind and Cloud Iron Cavalry looked at him in shock.

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