The vanguard of the Yellow Turban Army escorted hundreds of carts and walked slowly, and 9,000 Yellow Turban soldiers walked on both sides of the long convoy with torches held high, looking like a slender fire dragon from a distance.

The tall and burly Cai Kai pointed to the burning torches in the hands of the guards beside him, pointed to a continuous hill that was vaguely visible in the night, and asked loudly, "What is this place?" ”

"General Hui, this is Baishi Mountain, twenty miles away from Yongnu City." One of the heralds replied loudly.

"I'm about to arrive at Yongnu City." Cai Kai said happily, "Ordered the troops to speed up, pass through this mountainous area quickly, and strive to reach Yongnu City in the middle of the night." ”

He did not hear the herald reply, nor did he hear the herald beating his horse and leaving. He looked back in surprise, his eyes immediately widening.

The herald clutched the long arrow that pierced his chest with both hands, his mouth wide open, his face pained and frightened. He died of exhaustion without uttering a word, and his body slowly fell on the back of his horse.

Cai Kai immediately felt that something in the air was roaring, tearing the air, and the wind in the dark night seemed to be dodging its edge.

Cai Kai tried his best to keep his eyes open and turned his head to look into the night, hoping to find the thing.

Suddenly, he saw countless long arrows appear in his sight like ghosts. He instinctively let out a desperate and feeble cry, and he tried to dodge, but his body stiffened on the horse's back.

"Poof...... Poof...... Puff ......" The sound of arrows entering the body was dull and harsh, dense as rain.

The bodies of Cai Kai and the guards around him shook violently as the long arrows that flew in continuously kept nailing, followed by screams, the sound of corpses falling to the ground, the neighing of war horses, and the terrifying screams of soldiers...... Suddenly, the silence of the night was torn into bloody pieces.

In the dark night, the slender fire dragon seemed to have been attacked by countless sharp weapons, and immediately twisted and trembled violently, and then the fire dragon began to break, and its body began to separate, and then it burst and scattered, and the fire began to burst out in a chaotic manner, all over the mountains.

Cai Kai looked at the dark field and felt that it was like a bloodthirsty beast, devouring countless innocent and weak lives in a brutal and bloody manner. With the last bit of strength, he threw up his hands and roared.

He has a lot of strength, he has a strong skill, but he lost his life inexplicably, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

He was unwilling, he felt that he had died too much.

A long arrow suddenly shot into his neck, piercing out with a puddle of blood, and Cai Kai fell off his horse.

Long arrows continued to whistle from different directions and fired at the enemies on both sides of the convoy.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were scattered on both sides of the convoy, and due to the continuous rush, the convoy was slow, and the soldiers were very tired, and many of them were lazy. This sudden sneak attack gave them a blow to the head, and they suffered heavy casualties. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe, crawled and hid under the car, some turned around and ran into the night, some hit their horses and fled to both ends of the convoy, and some of the soldiers were panicked and did not know what to do.

The sound of war drums and trumpets suddenly sounded on the hills on both sides of the convoy.

Li Pengfei led the cavalry out of the hill on the left side of the convoy, and Zhao Yun led the cavalry out of the hill on the right side of the convoy. Fifty or sixty paces away, running from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain is instantaneous.

The sound of war drums, shouts of killing, the terrified shouts of the enemy, the roar of the running horses...... Then it resounded in the night sky.

Li Pengfei's Overlord spear flew out of the darkness and stabbed to death an enemy soldier who was in a hurry to meet the enemy. Behind him, a marquis flew up and picked up a torch discarded by the enemy, and the marquis, under the cover of a group of soldiers, galloped along the convoy, igniting the wagon along the way. The scattered enemy soldiers encountered on the road were either kicked to death by galloping horses or shot by swords and arrows from the iron horsemen like wolves, and died.

The other soldiers who ran around the convoy picked up the torches abandoned by the enemy and threw them on the wagon, igniting everything that could be lit on it.

For a time, most of the wagons in the convoy were on fire, especially the ones loaded with hay. The flames rose into the sky, and the flames rose into the air.

Su Yang crawled out of the carriage in embarrassment, and with the help of several soldiers, he panicked and rode a war horse to escape into the darkness.

Zhao Yun happened to come with two thousand iron horsemen. The two sides fought each other in close combat. The silver spear in Zhao Yun's hand stabbed out, letting out a terrifying roar.

Su Yang was suddenly attacked, seeing that the troops suffered heavy losses, and he had no room to fight back, and the grain and grass were about to be lost, and his martial arts were greatly reduced under the anger of the attack. He blocked Zhao Yun's assassination with all his strength, and his legs slammed into the horse's belly, just like to rush under Zhao Yun's gun.

Zhao Yun took advantage of the situation to pick up the round silver spear and roared, and the tip of the two-foot-eight-inch spear of the silver spear turned into a sharp sword in an instant, cutting off half of the butt of the war horse that Su Yang sat on.

Su Yang's war horse was in pain, neighed miserably, and leaped up. Su Yang panicked and didn't grab the horse's reins, and was immediately thrown out of the horse's back. The horse fell to the ground, howling incessantly trying to get up, but there was nothing he could do.

Su Yang's body flew in the air. A cavalryman galloped past and slashed at him. Su Yang fell to the ground and was immediately trampled by a group of galloping war horses.

Between the wrong horses, Zhao Yun saw that an enemy general was fleeing from the battlefield at a rapid pace, and couldn't help but be anxious, chasing after the horses, and a large group of soldiers behind them roared loudly to follow.

Zheng Biao looked back at the already burning convoy, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Under the attack of more than 4,000 iron cavalry, in less than a single cup of tea, the entire grain transport unit was wiped out, and all the grain and grass were destroyed.

What I didn't think about was finally encountered by myself today.

Zheng Biao saw that Su Yang was fighting with an enemy general with a white horse and silver armor, but he was beheaded in one round. He and Su Yang's martial arts are in the middle of each other, and he will definitely die if he goes up, so he turned his horse's head without hesitation and ran into the darkness. He knew that was his only chance. As long as he escapes into the darkness, he has a chance to live, and he can report the news of the ambush of the former army to the Digong general.

"Shoot the horse! Shooting ......"

Zhao Yun saw that the enemy was getting closer and closer to the darkness, and he couldn't help but shout anxiously.

More than a dozen long arrows flew away with Zhao Yundi's shout, Zheng Biao's war horse fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge inertia force generated by his high-speed galloping war horse rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before stopping. Immediately he saw four strong legs, and his heart sank.

Zheng Biao raised his head and saw a soldier in armor sitting on the tall war horse, holding a silver spear in his hand, and his eyes were staring at him coldly.

Zheng Biao's subordinates saw that their Qu Shuai was pointed at by the enemy with spears, and they were in danger, and rushed up one by one.

One of Zhao Yun's personal guards shouted loudly, "Kill ...... Kill them ......"

The guard shouted, raising his sword and slashing at a returning Yellow Turban soldier.

Seeing his subordinates being killed by the enemy one after another, Zheng Biao couldn't help but be furious. Suddenly, he jumped up, roared wildly, and grabbed Zhao Yun's spear with his bare hands.

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, his hands were forced, and the spear flew into Zheng Biao's chest.

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The cavalry soldiers were divided into more than 40 groups of men and horses in units of 100 people, and rushed back and forth around the long convoy of grain transport. The soldiers all scrambled to be the first, bravely killing the enemy, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering and endless. Although the horses were wrapped in cowhides and covered their mouths with cages, their fierce ambition did not diminish on the battlefield, and they ran wildly and trampled wantonly, as if they were more courageous than their masters on their backs.

The Yellow Turbans were brutally shot by the first long arrows, and many soldiers were mercilessly shot. Before they could wake up from the shadow and terror of death, the fierce and vicious iron cavalry of the Han army suddenly descended from the sky and launched a merciless slaughter against them.

The movements and speed of the raiding cavalry were so fast that they had no time or any way to organize their soldiers to resist and fight back except to die and flee and scream.

Swords are flying, horses are galloping, and arrows are whistling in the firelight.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army fled around the battlefield like headless flies, crying for their fathers and mothers. They screamed incessantly, or were shot by arrows, or slashed by swords, or trampled by horses, or burned alive by throwing them into burning carts......