When Li Hong received the news of the scout, he was ecstatic. If a person is lucky, then luck is like a flood beast, which cannot be stopped.

Being able to intercept Colonel Zuo's Yellow Turban Army on the plain of Du Kangting as he wished was originally a luxury. The cavalry could use all their strengths and strengths on the plains, and could attack and kill the infantry, especially those who lacked sufficient training such as the Yellow Turbans. It's a miracle that a dream can become a reality.

No madman would have 30,000 infantry against 10,000 iron horsemen on the plains, except in the absolute absence of any choice. That's it for now. Colonel Left had no way to save his troops. He told the soldiers through the sound of drums that bloody battles are the only way to survive. Surrender? Surrender or die. Huangfu Song killed 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in Xiaquyang Pit, which was too impressive and deep-rooted for everyone. Who will dare to surrender since then?

The leopard, like a wild beast that haunts the mountains and forests, appeared silently on the Dukang Plain, taking the Yellow Turban Army by surprise. The generals of the Yellow Turban Army all know the leopard's past achievements, and they know that he is elusive, and every time he wins with surprise attacks, and wins more with less, so everyone is very careful to guard against it. But he repeated it and hit it with one hit.

The low sound of the bull's horn "whined" in the sky, passionate and long.

Li Hong's cavalry army lined up in a neat queue, galloping on the black plain at high speed, not in a hurry or slow, from a distance, it looked like a surging wave rushing in front of him, between the ups and downs, there was a deafening roar, its majestic momentum, majestic power, as if it was about to completely explode with this earth-shattering blow.

Zuo Xiao's face was pale, and he looked helplessly at the huge black cloud that was rushing towards him under the black pressure between heaven and earth.

The Iron Riders did not appear directly behind the Yellow Turbans. They were very clever in choosing the flank of the Yellow Turbans as the front of the impact.

The left colonel's car formation at the front, the depth echelon defense formation, became meaningless as the direction of the officer's and army's assault changed. On the contrary, their thin front, which was about a mile long, became their fatal weakness. Time, too little time. The enemy appeared too suddenly, and the Yellow Turbans simply had enough time to adjust the dense formation. A large army of 30,000 people is not 3,000 people, and if you say that you can form a dense formation, you can form a dense formation. 30,000 people, just to convey the order, they have to beat horses and run hundreds of steps, not to mention the order, everyone quickly moves closer to the Chinese army.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army did not fear or flinch in the face of the overwhelming enemy cavalry. With the heart of death, they calmly faced the battle that was about to begin. The enemy horses are galloping, they are galloping, galloping as fast as they can, approaching, gathering in a dense group. But the soldiers also saw that the direction of the enemy cavalry's attack was their own flanks. Flanks that collapse at the touch of a button.

The shadow of death suddenly hung over the plain.

The sound of the horns of the charge tore through the thunderous hooves of the horses and the thick drums of the enemy formation, and like a bolt of lightning, it swept through the ears of all the warriors.

As if they had been slashed, the warriors of the Iron Cavalry suddenly went crazy, roared, and roared hysterically, brandishing their weapons in their hands, and swooping down like wolves on the trembling gray dragon in the middle of the plain.

The spearmen were in front, the sabers were behind, and the archers followed, and the army took on a huge goose-shaped charging formation, which rumbled over like a sea of mountains.

The head of the goose, the sharp head of the goose is Li Hong's black panther Yicongqu. At the front, it is Li Hong.

It was the first time for Yan Liang to participate in this kind of cavalry charge. Behind him were black and oppressive tide-like soldiers, their eyes were bright and dense weapons, and in their ears was a huge unbearable roar, and the blood all over their bodies seemed to be about to erupt with a crazy roar. He was so excited that he couldn't control his emotions, and not only did he shout as hard as he could with the soldiers, but he also swung his tiger head sword vigorously from the left and right.

Li Hong suddenly straightened up, raised his spear, looked back and shouted at the horn soldier: "Accelerate, speed up......"

Colonel Zuo held a spear in his hand, stood under the banner of the Chinese army, looked at the iron cavalry that was getting closer and closer, and said calmly: "Beat the drum." The spearmen stepped forward, and the archers prepared a volley. ”

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the ground under their feet had begun to shake violently. The Yellow Turban soldiers were not afraid of danger, and completed the assembly of various units in the last time, forming a dense phalanx of 1,000 people within a distance of one mile. Although there was no depth and no protection between the phalanx, they thought that this was enough to support it, and as long as they were not overwhelmed by the iron cavalry in the first place, it was possible to counterattack the enemy.

The ignorant are fearless. These Yellow Turban soldiers were fighting tens of thousands of cavalry troops for the first time, and they didn't know how powerful the impact of thousands of iron horsemen was and how devastating it was. There are only rumors, and there are no personal witnesses, who will really believe it?

"Let go of ......" Colonel Zuo roared, and the thunderous war drums broke through the roar of thousands of galloping horses in an instant, and rose into the sky.

Ten thousand arrows are fired.

The terrible sound of the alarm horn resounded throughout the cavalry army at the same time. Almost with a voice, all the cavalry warriors raised their shields, and Li Hong, who rushed to the front, was no exception. At this time, the two armies were one hundred and twenty paces apart, and this distance was exactly the range of the infantry's strong bows. The assault was huge and unsuitable for cavalry to carry. The cavalry warriors were basically ordinary light bows, with a range of between sixty and eighty paces, and very few had a range of 100 paces.

The dark clouds formed by the dense long arrows made a beautiful arc in the air, and they howled fiercely towards the swarming cavalry. Suddenly, the dark clouds burrowed into the crest of the waves, turned into clouds of splashes, and then merged into the waves without a trace.

The Fengyun Iron Cavalry is lined up in a horizontal row of 300 people, about 600 paces in a row, and the depth is longer, and the distance between the front and back is about 1,000 steps or more. In the face of such a huge impact formation, no matter how many long arrows were thrown into it, they were all mud cows into the sea, and they were gone.

The iron rider was running wildly, and the speed was getting faster and faster, like a landslide and the earth cracked, earth-shattering.

"Shoot ......, salvo ......, dense salvo ......"

Colonel Zuo was shocked by the surging iron cavalry in front of him, and his calm face finally showed fear, and the despair in his eyes became even stronger. He screamed frantically, over and over again, and the green tendons on his forehead throbbed violently.

The flags of all colors that gave the order repeated the same action frantically as Colonel Left shouted.

The archers in each phalanx looked excited, and they quickly took out one long arrow after another from their quiver and poured them out as much as they could.

The sky was full of dense long arrows, unscrupulous long arrows.

The Iron Rider was crushed under the shield. From time to time, soldiers fall from their horses with arrows, or fly out with the horses that fall with the arrows, and the horses galloping behind them immediately blur the flesh and blood they trample, and no trace can be found. The soldiers were furious, their roars became more and more bloody and miserable, and hatred burned violently in the hearts of every soldier.

"Full speed ......, full speed ahead ......"

Li Hong's whole body was clinging to the horse's back, roaring hoarsely, and the sad sound of the bull's horn echoed over and over again in the trembling field.

Rush through the death arrow array, and only by rushing through the death arrow array can you avoid casualties. After a dozen platoons of soldiers in the front army crossed the range of the enemy's strong bow fire, it was their turn to shoot. At this time, Li Hong had clearly seen the frightened faces of the spearmen of the Yellow Turban Army.

The two armies were fifty paces apart.

"Upper Arrow......" Li Hong once again stood up, holding a gun in one hand and a shield in the other, spreading his arms and roaring wildly in the sky. The long horn screamed.

The first two rows of soldiers who were running wildly suddenly lowered their shields and raised their crossbows, while the cavalry warriors in the back rows, who had already left the range of the strong bow, drew their bows and were ready to shoot.

"Let go of ......" Li Hong roared wildly, and the guns and shields in his hands struck each other, making a loud noise.

The howls of the crossbow bolts tearing through the air were terrible and piercing, and they flew parallel into the air, shooting at the spearmen who were waiting on the opposite side at an unbelievable speed. Suddenly, hundreds of soldiers fell on the forward positions of the Yellow Turban Army.

Long arrows whizzed out. They lay beneath the enemy's arrows, let out a heart-splitting roar, and pounced on the soldiers in the phalanx with their teeth and claws.

It's a blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, all the sounds of the battlefield, the roar of the galloping horses, the roars of the soldiers on both sides, the whistling of the arrows, the drums of war, the sound of the horns, all disappeared, and there was silence.

All that remained was the sound of the crash, a deafening roar of waves crashing against the hard rock of iron.

Colonel Zuo looked at the patches of soldiers flying in the air, his eyes were about to split, his heart was like a knife, they were like fallen leaves in the wind, and like splashes of water, powerless and helpless, being wantonly devoured by the bloodthirsty beast-like iron horseman.

"Kill ......"

Colonel Zuo held his spear aloft, took his own personal guards, and rushed forward without hesitation. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of you, you must kill it and never die.

The sound of war drums was like a huge thunder, fierce and exciting, he was like a god standing in the air, inspiring and inspiring countless Yellow Turban soldiers, killing, killing, and killing until death.

"Kill ......"

The soldiers of the Wind and Cloud Iron Cavalry roared wildly, one by one, like hungry tigers descending from the mountain, with smoke and dust in the sky, and were involved in the phalanx of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

The war horse was galloping, slamming into everything it could touch with great force, destroying all obstacles that stood in its way.

The soldiers on the horses wielded swords and spears, slashing and killing at will, so busy that they didn't even have time to breathe. The archers followed, firing their razor-sharp arrows at will, each of which claimed an innocent life in the face of a dense crowd.

Blood is splashing, stumps are flying, corpses are rolling, and horses are trampling.

On the battlefield where flesh and blood are blurred, there are war knives flying, spears roaring, long arrows shouting, and war horses neighing.

The sound of gold and iron clashing with weapons, the roar of soldiers in battle, the screams before death, the sound of thick and fierce war drums, the roar of the bull's horn, the roar of the war horses running and impacting, the mournful hiss under the pain, all kinds of sounds intertwined under the blue sky, in the dust and mist, drifting with the wind on the empty plain, the strong smell of blood rose to the sky, and the pale sun was dizzy and hid in a thick cloud.

The dense formation of the Yellow Turban soldiers was like a lump of iron, with pikemen and halberders outside, swords and axes in the middle, and archers in the center, stubbornly and resolutely bearing the fierce impact and slashing of wave after wave of iron horsemen.

The Iron Knights are like wild rivers and tyrannical floods, fiercely striking the enemy's formations, slashing and devouring them again and again, frantically. The front wave has just hit, and the back wave is surging and roaring, wave after wave, endlessly impacting, each wave is a thunderous blow, taking away countless blood and lives.

As the Iron Rider of Fengyun marched thousands of paces deep, as ferociously as an iron rake, like a hurricane, it quickly raked through the thick body of the Yellow Turban Army, and the Yellow Turban Army was devastated, and the thick body began to become scarred and blurred, and then gradually lost its resistance, and soon the long dragon became a dying soft dragon.

The defensive formation of the Yellow Turban soldiers suffered heavy casualties under the endless impact of the iron cavalry, and gradually the square formation became irregular jagged, and the power was greatly reduced, and the iron lump became a pile of sand, which was slowly eroded and washed away by the river, getting smaller and thinner.

But they persevered tenaciously, the formation was not crushed, it was still a complete dragon, it was not divided, Ling Chi.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were engrossed, their eyes widened, and they did everything they could to stop the enemy, and they didn't even have time to breathe. Rushing up, rushing up again, the soldiers in front were mercilessly swept away by the iron horses, and the soldiers behind did not hesitate to fill in. Kill, unto death.

The front army of the Iron Cavalry was still running wildly, but they were not running wildly in the enemy's position, but on the empty plains. Behind is the swarming Chinese army, and everyone can't slow down if they want to, unless you don't want to live. The rear army is now crossing the position of the Yellow Turban Army, they are fighting bloodily, and the shouts of killing are earth-shattering.

Li Hong looked back and saw that the front army was already five hundred steps away from the battlefield, which was enough for the army to keep the queue unchanged and turn at high speed.

"Left and right...... Disaggregation ......"

"Turn left and right to ......"

"Fight back...... Fight back ......"

Li Hong roared with all his might, and as his roar sounded, the trumpeter blew the horn with all his strength.