The southern camp of the Yellow Turban Army was completely lit and pitch black.

About a mile behind the camp, there was a wood. On the edge of the woods, Zhang Bai rode on a horse with pure white coat, and was directing a steady stream of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army to assemble at the rear of the camp according to different positions.

There was no sound at the scene except for the footsteps of the soldiers as they walked, and it was very silent.

Zhang Bai rode the war horse a little dishonestly, always raising his head in place, or bouncing around, looking irritable. The war horses of more than a dozen pro-soldiers behind him were probably affected by the white horse, and they were also restless and kept moving. Because they have cloth bags on their mouths, they can't scream, but their more and more frequent movements are still very conspicuous.

Zhang Baiqi looked around suspiciously, feeling a little uneasy. His white horse is docile, and rarely so abnormal as it was tonight.

Zhang Baiqi kept stroking the long mane of the war horse, intending to calm it down.

Suddenly, there was a faint roar in the night, vague, looming, not very real.

Then the sound became clearer and louder, like a tide, from far to near, and the roar instantly shook the entire south city gate.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were terrified, and the fear in their hearts reached the extreme. In the dark, nothing can be seen, which adds to the horror of the darkness.

The mysterious object that flew in the distance like rolling thunder, and the great danger it brought smashed into the heart of every warrior like a mountain.

Zhang Baiqi's expression changed abruptly, and he nervously opened his mouth and shouted: "Surprise attack, enemy surprise attack......

The voice was hoarse and panicked, and it suddenly sounded in the silent night, which seemed particularly terrifying.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who had already lined up in the phalanx, were at a loss, not knowing what was happening; The soldiers who were lining up were flustered and in a scattered formation; The soldiers who were rushing in had not figured it out for a while, and their footsteps did not stop.

"Boom" with a loud bang.

Then there was a cry of fear from the barracks, followed by the shouts that rose to the sky, and in an instant resounded throughout the barracks.

Zhang Baiqi was cold, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness.

At this time, the camp was attacked by the enemy, which was simply a catastrophe.

The soldiers in the large camp were still sleeping, unaware; The soldiers in the rear of the battalion were still in line, in confusion. Neither the troops in the battalion nor in the rear of the battalion are now under command.

It was dark.

It was the darkest period before dawn, and nothing could be seen. This not only caused a huge psychological panic among the soldiers, but also reduced their chances of escape.

Although Zhang Baiqi kept shouting, he couldn't find a military Sima who directly led the army, and all the military Sima were in his own department.

The scene was extremely chaotic, tens of thousands of people were huddled together, and the heralds rode around the crowd on horseback, and could not find them, let alone inform them to organize troops to form a formation to resist.

Fast, too fast.

Zhang Baiqi stayed on the edge of the woods, his mouth kept giving orders, but his eyes saw his camp blow up.

Countless soldiers rushed out of the camp, like a surging wave, set off a huge wave, and smashed the Yellow Turban army column at the rear of the camp.

The queue, which had not stabilized its position, was immediately smashed to the ground, and before it could stand up again, another surging wave smashed down.

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army dispersed in a hurry, completely and completely.

The soldiers in the battalion found the mouth, and thousands of people immediately shouted frantically and fled in all directions. Several queues at the rear of the camp were suddenly torn apart, and countless soldiers were helpless, carried by the fleeing soldiers, and fled aimlessly into the boundless darkness. The soldiers who were still marching on the road saw countless deserters rushing towards them, and heard the roaring and killing sound in the darkness in the distance, and they were immediately frightened, let out a shout, turned around and ran. The officers began to shout symbolically, and then they were swept away by the fleeing army that roared towards them.

Zhang Baiqi looked at the army that bombed the camp, his face was pale, and he was like a wild wolf in a desperate situation, facing the darkness, and burst out with an angry and desperate howl.

The roar of the galloping horses and the shouts of the fleeing soldiers formed a huge wave in a short period of time, soaring into the sky.

In the dark night, the overwhelming iron horsemen were like a flood that burst the embankment, roaring all the way with the momentum of thunder, roaring angrily, carrying thousands of wind and thunder, and killing fiercely.

Three thousand iron horsemen spread out in a goose-shaped charging procession, rampage across the battlefield, and they unleashed a bloody slaughter on the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers.

The murderous Yue Fei turned his head and shouted to the horn soldier behind him on the high-speed galloping warhorse: "Blow the trumpet, order the troops, kill ...... Kill ......"

The sound of loud drums and horns pierced the darkness, like a bolt of lightning suddenly illuminating the bloody battlefield. The sound of the trumpet rushed into the ears of all the deserters, like a long arrow into their hearts.

Fear, endless fear, inspires their most primitive desire to survive. The Yellow Turban soldiers howled even more frantically, running, panicking.

"Kill ......"

As the horn sounded continuously, the soldiers of the Youzhou Iron Cavalry were stimulated and their blood boiled, and they all looked excited, murderous, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering and deafening for a while.

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Zhang Baiqi was carried away by anger, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. His guards immediately rushed to his side, some grabbed the reins of the horse, some grabbed his arm, and some grabbed his big man, and everyone held up the roaring Zhang Bai horse, and fled like a fly.

The Yellow Turban soldiers had no resistance in the face of the galloping horses, they were wantonly rammed, they were ruthlessly trampled, and no one could outrun the galloping horses.

The soldiers of the Youzhou Iron Cavalry waved all kinds of weapons, slashed and slashed at will, and were hearty. Swords flutter in the air with a puff of blood, spears merrily devour innocent lives, long arrows roar in the night, they brutally nail into the bodies of their enemies, raging madness, like ghosts chasing their lives.

Starting from the Yuanmen of the Nanda Camp where the Yellow Turban Army collapsed, as long as the place crossed by the Youzhou Iron Cavalry, it was a mess, and everywhere you could see bloody corpses and soldiers lying in a pool of blood and groaning.

"Kill......"

The rolling torrent of the Youzhou Iron Cavalry followed behind the fleeing Yellow Turban Army, all the way into the darkness.

………………

Zhang Jiao closed his eyes in pain.

The Youzhou Army is the Youzhou Army again. Ever since the appearance of this army, doom has begun to strike. first hit the Yellow Turban Army for the first time, and then directly wiped out the 400,000 Yellow Turban Army in Youzhou, and even his second brother was killed by him, which can be said to have hurt Zhang Jiao and the vitality of the Yellow Turban Army.

Subsequently, there was the great rout of the Yellow Turban Army in various battlefields.

Now, I just saw a little hope of turning the situation around, but I was ruthlessly extinguished again.

Is this providential? Open your eyes and help us, oh my God.

All indications indicated that the Youzhou army led by Yue Fei was near the ancient city of Ping'en, staring at Sun Qin and his grain and grass baggage. The scouts of the Youzhou Army also traveled four times a day, regularly going outside the camp to observe the movements, and it turned out that all this was a scam played by Yue Fei. His troops had already rushed to the vicinity of Yecheng one after another, eyeing the Yellow Turban Army in the large camp.

When there was no accurate location of the Youzhou army, several large battalions of the Yellow Turban Army were on guard day and night, especially at night, the scouts were scattered ten miles away, and an additional 5,000 people were sent to the camp to guard against Yue Fei outside the city or Li Yi in the city to lead the cavalry to attack. His night raids are sure to win every battle and are never defeated, which has attracted the attention of the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army.

But at this critical time, they over-believe their own subjective speculation. Everyone thought that if Yue Feijun stayed near Yecheng at this time, it would not help the defenders in the city at all. Therefore, they all thought that Yue Fei's troops were in the ancient city of Ping'en, looking for an opportunity to destroy the Yellow Turban Army's grain and grass. Although the scouts of the Yellow Turban Army did not see Yue Feijun's camp with their own eyes, they all trusted their own judgment.

As a result, Yue Fei took a large army and ran five hundred miles again and rushed to Yecheng.