Yue Fei immediately made a decision and quickly evacuated.

On the way to withdraw the army, he had a whim: since Zhang Jiao knew about this plan and focused his attention on Linzhang, why couldn't he raid Xiao Zuo, who was behind? Xiao Zuobu was on his way to the people, and he must have been defenseless.

He immediately found Zhao Yun and told him what he thought. After careful discussion, the two felt that they had a good chance of winning and could fight. There are only a few difficulties, one is the exact location of Xiao Zuo's troops. If he had already rushed to the Lien, he would naturally not be able to raid. The second is that they have traveled more than 300 miles to the people, and in order to be in a hurry, they must march rapidly day and night. If you raid the enemy in such a situation, the soldiers and horses will be very tired, the combat effectiveness will definitely be greatly reduced, and the casualties will also increase. If the casualties are too great, is it necessary to fight this battle?

Yue Fei thought it was necessary to fight, and it was necessary to fight.

After defeating Xiao Zuo's troops, the back of the main force of the Yellow Turban Army attacking Yecheng was completely exposed in front of the official army, and there was a certain threat to the Yellow Turban Army. The Lieren are in their hands, and the army of Yecheng is a horn and supports each other, which can effectively delay the enemy's attack. If you are entangled with Xiao Zuo's troops, it will not be of any help to the army that is holding Yecheng. Xiao Zuo's troops, who defeated the Yellow Turban Army, had a great impact on the Yellow Turban Army's attack on Yecheng, far greater than the annihilation of He Li's troops.

Yue Fei was lucky.

The marching rhythm of Xiao Zuo's troops of the Yellow Turban Army was very well controlled, and they kept moving slowly. Xiao Zuo believes that this can ensure that the soldiers have strong combat effectiveness and abundant physical strength. He also received news from Zhang Jiao that there was an enemy cavalry cruising around Zhangshui, probably trying to cut off the rear route of the army. Xiao Zuo knew that his army would definitely engage this group of enemies, so he had to maintain strong physical strength at all times.

Today, they rushed to the Gudu Pavilion to the west of the rebuke, sixty miles away from the people.

Blue sky, clean and spotless. White floating clouds float leisurely in the air. The scorching sun poured its scorching heat unreservedly into the endless plains.

Therefore, as the name suggests, it is the old road of the Yellow River. In the former Han Dynasty, it was still a place where great rivers flowed. After the diversion of the great river in the early years of the current dynasty, it became a huge plain and a land of ointment.

However, because the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out at the beginning of this year, and this area is the area where the Yellow Turban Army and the official army clashed, all these fertile lands were uncultivated and barren.

Xiao Zuo stood on the plain, looking around, and there was an indescribable comfort and joy in his heart. That kind of emptiness, that kind of majestic emptiness, makes people feel refreshed, and they can't help but shout.

"Ah......h

Xiao Zuo finally couldn't help but roar, and the hatred and anger that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time seemed to suddenly erupt at this moment. In the entire Hebei, the army of the official army is now only such a lone army in Yecheng. As long as that lone army is eliminated, the Yellow Turban Army can be said to have occupied the entire Jizhou and has a foothold. And he has become a real founding hero.

He thought of countless dead comrades-in-arms, remembered the great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao, and remembered the yellow Tianzi battle flag fluttering in the air. He yelled as hard as he could, letting tears soak his eyes.

He was an orphan, a beggar, and later joined the Taiping Road to learn how a person should live his life. mediocrity, begging for a lifetime, and finally dying without a place to be buried. Raise the sword and fight to the death with this world that has never known fairness, and in the end it will also die.

Die, and die with a bang. So he picked up the war knife and followed Zhang Jiao all over the world. He is a medicine boy with a basket behind Zhang Jiao.

Now, years of struggle are finally about to bear fruit, and the light lies ahead.

He felt the earth tremble, he felt the sun tremble, he felt the sky spin.

He shouted wildly: "Heaven...... Dead ......"

The sound of horses' hooves like a storm broke the tranquility on the plain, and also woke up Xiao Zuo, who was immersed in a state of mixed joy and sorrow.

The scouts of the Yellow Turban Army rushed from the rear of the army, from seven or eight different directions, like frightened birds.

Xiao Zuo had just been released from his relaxed heart, and suddenly he beat violently.

Big thing, big thing, so many scouts running back at the same time, something big must have happened.

Xiao Zuo is not tall but strong and powerful, his black face is covered with dense fine wrinkles, his short beard is like a needle, and his melancholy eyes seem to have endless sorrow and joy.

He stood silently on the plain, silently looking at the galloping soldiers, and suddenly felt that the ground was really shaking, not his own hallucination.

He shook his whole body and roared violently: "Beat the drum and prepare to meet the enemy." ”

The fierce and passionate war drums rose into the sky, resounding through the empty plains, echoing between the empty heaven and earth.

"Xiao Shuai, Xiao Shuai, the enemy's cavalry, the enemy's cavalry......" The scout who arrived first was drenched in sweat, out of breath, and snorting.

Xiao Zuo's face was as usual, and he asked in a deep voice, "How many people?" ”

"Uncountable, uncountable......"

"Xiao Shuai, the enemy's cavalry suddenly killed us from behind...... other scouts arrived one after another, all of them looking like earth, and they were all out of breath with nervousness.

"How many? Whose flag? Xiao Zuo asked calmly and quietly.

"There are too many, there are about tens of thousands of people in sight."

"It should be Yue Fei, a general under General Xiaocai. I saw the battle flag of the word 'Yue' and the battle flag of the word 'Zhao'. ”

"It's only three miles from us, it's only three miles away."

……

The scouts were babbling.

Xiao Zuo's heart suddenly sank, and a chill rushed to his head.

Yue Fei? Zhao Yun? The news sent by the Great Sage and Liangshi yesterday also said that Yue Fei and Zhao Yun's troops were near Linzhang, why did they cross more than 300 miles overnight and run to the Lienren? Do you need to fly?

"Do you see clearly?" Xiao Zuo asked solemnly.

Several scouts nodded together and said loudly: "Xiao Shuai, we have indeed seen clearly, it is Yue Fei's cavalry. ”

Xiao Zuo's heart almost jumped out of his heart as the ground shook more and more strongly.

Cavalry, we're finally going to face off against cavalry!

Yue Fei and Zhao Yun, as generals under the command of Li Yi, a cavalry general, and a duel with such a person is not a happy thing in life!

A smile appeared on Xiao Zuo's face. Fight until you die in battle.

"The order, the rear army becomes the front army, the former army becomes the rear army, and prepare for battle.

"The three armies immediately deployed their positions intensively, echelon defense, and the longer the depth, the better."

"The spearmen and shield men of the rear army immediately assembled in the front formation, and the archers followed."

"Push all the cars to the front and form a formation."

……

The drums of war sounded like a burst, resounding from all corners of the army, one after another. All kinds of battle flags fly in the air, colorful and dazzling. The heralds were like the swallows in the fields before the rainstorm, moving in and out of the formation of the army, busy and busy.

Xiao Zuo gave orders continuously, one after another. At this moment, his heart is like water, and he will no longer be in waves. He kept looking at the sky on the great plains, looking forward to the spectacular scene of thousands of galloping horses before his eyes.

The horizon in the distance is the dividing line between blue and black.

In the afternoon, the wind is a little stronger, driving away the summer heat and bringing a refreshing coolness, and there is a loud crackling sound between the fluttering flags. The yellow scarf is blown to the face by the wind from time to time, soft and warm.

The roar was gradually audible, clearer and louder.

Xiao Zuo suddenly kicked the horse's belly and galloped along the forward position of the army. He held high the yellow banner of heaven and shouted: "Heaven...... Dead ......"

The Yellow Turban soldiers echoed in unison, "Yellow Sky should stand ......"

In an instant, the sound resounded across the plains, through the sky, and far, far away.

Then all the soldiers shouted with all their might: "The sky is dead......

Sonic boom in the sky.

Between heaven and earth, a big flag suddenly rushed out, a black Chinese character flag, it was like a ghost, breaking through the sky.

Then the fiery red banner rushed out, and then a dense crowd of cavalry warriors poured out.

"Drumming...... Responding to ......"

Xiao Zuo used all his strength to wave the yellow turban battle flag, galloped wildly, and kept shouting loudly.

Under the repeated encouragement of the commander and the encouragement of the war drums, the officers and men of the Yellow Turban were full of enthusiasm, their morale was like a rainbow, and they regarded death as if they were at home.