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

The Youzhou Iron Cavalry was suppressed 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 ahead ......"

"Full speed ahead ......"

Zhao Yun's whole body was tightly attached to the horse's back, and he roared hoarsely.

The drums of the charge echoed over and over again over the trembling fields.

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, Zhao Yun had clearly seen the frightened faces of the spearmen of the Yellow Turban Army.

The two armies were fifty paces apart.

"Upper Arrow ......" Zhao Yun stood up again, holding a gun in one hand and a shield in the other, spreading his arms and roaring wildly in the sky.

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 ......" Zhao Yun roared wildly, and the guns and shields in his hands struck each other, making a loud noise.

The howls of bows and arrows 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 under the enemy's arrows, let out a heart-splitting roar, and pounced on the soldiers in the phalanx with teeth and claws.

The battlefield seemed to be lost all of a sudden, the roar of the galloping horses, the roars of the soldiers on both sides, the whistling of long arrows, the sound of war drums, the sound of horns...... All gone, a silence.

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

Xiao Zuo looked at the patches of soldiers flying in the air, his eyes were 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 wind and cloud iron horseman.

"Kill ......"

Xiao Zuo raised his spear high, 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 drums of war were like thunder, fierce and passionate, he was like a god standing in the air, inspiring and inspiring countless Yellow Turban soldiers, killing, killing, and resting until death.

………………

"Kill ......"

The soldiers of the Youzhou Iron Cavalry roared wildly, one by one, like hungry tigers descending from the mountain, with the 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, shooting their sharp arrows at will, each of which could kill a 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 of dying bodies, the sound of thick and fierce war drums, the roar of bull horns, the roar of war horses running and crashing, and the mournful neighing under pain...... All kinds of sounds mingled under the blue sky, in the dust mist, drifting with the wind on the empty plains, the strong smell of blood rose to the sky, and the pale sun was dizzy, hiding in a thick cloud.

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

The Iron Knights of the Youzhou Army are like the water of the wild Zhanghe River, the tyrannical flood peak, fiercely slamming into the enemy's formation, they are slashing and slashing frantically, devouring it wantonly. 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.

With the thousand-pace-long deep queue of Youzhou Iron Cavalry, like an iron rake, it raked through the thick body of the Yellow Turban Army like a hurricane, and the Yellow Turban Army was devastated, and the thick body began to become scarred, and the flesh and blood were 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 stubbornly persevered, the formation was not completely crushed, it was still a complete dragon, 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 Youzhou Iron Cavalry was still running wildly, but they were not running wildly in the enemy's formation, but on the empty plain, they had already cut through the large formation of the Yellow Turban Army, but they couldn't stop.

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.

Zhao Yun 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 turned at high speed.

Zhao Yun looked at Yue Fei, who was dozens of steps away to his right, and Yue Fei was also turning his head to look over. The two looked at each other and nodded, as good comrades-in-arms who had been fighting side by side for nearly half a year, they only needed one look to know what each other meant.

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

Zhao Yun was the first to roar.

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

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

Yue Fei immediately roared with all his might.

As the roars of the two leading generals sounded, the trumpeters blew the horns with all their strength.

On the Great Plains, the rushing torrent suddenly split into two as if it had been split by a knife, turning to the left and right respectively, and quickly formed a huge pu fan. At the center of this fan is a rushing torrent, and on both sides of the fan are wonderful arcs like a crescent moon.

The cavalry warriors galloped on their horses, turning in these two arcs, accelerating, accelerating again, and then slaying at the enemy's ranks.

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Xiao Zuo, like all the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, was so busy that he didn't even have time to catch his breath by the endless cavalry that came all the way.

Suddenly, he heard the exclamations of the soldiers, screaming in fear one after another.

He looked up suddenly, his eyes full of shock, followed by deep despair.

The cavalry in the formation was still fighting fiercely, and the sides of the army, the front and rear sides, were once again killing countless cavalry.

They were like two red-eyed male masters, roaring furiously, with a rumbling wind and thunder, whistling in.

"Kill ......"

The Yellow Turban Army gave up the chariot formation they had laid out because of the change in the direction of the attack of the Youzhou Iron Cavalry, and then because of the heavy casualties, the troops continued to shrink intensively, causing the gap between the chariot formation and the troops to become larger and larger, and finally it became a pile of waste that no one cared about. The plan that was originally intended to be ignited and destroyed became more and more unrealistic with the fierce fighting on the battlefield.