Li Hong was ecstatic when he received the news from the scout. If a person is lucky, then his luck will be like a flood and a beast, and he will not be able to stop it.

It is a luxury to be able to intercept the Yellow Turban Army of Zuojiao on the plains of Dukangting as you wish. The cavalry can give full play to all their advantages and strengths on the plains, and attack and kill the infantry, especially infantry like the Yellow Turban Army, which lacks sufficient training. The luxury to be able to become a reality, which is a miracle.

There was no madman who would have let 30,000 infantry fight against 10,000 cavalry on the plain, unless there was absolutely no way. Now it is like this. Zuo Jiao has no way to save his troops. He told the soldiers through the sound of drums that bloody battles, only bloody battles are the way to survive. Surrender? Surrender or death. Huangfu Song killed 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in Xiaquyang, which was too deep and deeply rooted. Who dared to surrender since then?

The leopard appeared silently on the Dukang Plain, catching the Yellow Turban Army off guard. The generals of the Yellow Turban Army all knew the Leopard’s past record and knew that he was elusive. Every time he defeated the surprise attack, defeating the more with less, so everyone was careful to guard against it. But he still repeated the same trick and hit it with one hit.

The low sound of the horns sounded "whimpering" between the sky, passionate and long.

Li Hong's cavalry army was lined up in an orderly manner and galloped on the black plain, neither rushing nor slow. From a distance, it looked like the surging waves coming towards him. Its majestic momentum and powerful power seemed to explode completely with this earth-shaking blow.

Zuo Jiao looked pale and could not helplessly look at the huge black clouds that were rushing towards him between the sky and the earth.

The Fengyun Iron Cavalry did not appear directly behind the Yellow Turban Army. They chose the flanks of the Yellow Turban Army as the front of the impact.

The left school arranged the vehicle formation at the front, and the deep-level defensive formation became meaningless as the direction of the official army's assault changed. On the contrary, their thin line that was about one mile long became their fatal weakness. Time and time were too little. The enemy appeared too suddenly, and the Yellow Turban Army had enough time to adjust the dense formation. The large army of 30,000 people was not 3,000 people, and if they were to gather a dense formation, they could gather a dense formation. 30,000 people, they would have to run a few hundred steps just by conveying orders, let alone ordering everyone to quickly move closer to the central army.

The only thing that is thankful is that the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were not afraid or retreating when facing the overwhelming enemy cavalry. They were determined to die and calmly faced the battle that was about to begin. The enemy cavalry was running, they were running, running, moving closer and gathering densely at the fastest speed. But the soldiers also saw that the direction of the enemy cavalry's attack was their own flanks. The flanks that were about to collapse at one touch.

The shadow of death suddenly enveloped the entire plain.

The sound of the horns of the charge tore through the sound of thunderous horse hooves and the thick drums in the enemy formation, and passed through the ears of all the soldiers like a bolt of lightning.

The soldiers of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry Army suddenly became crazy and roared, roaring hysterically, waving the weapons in their hands, like a ferocious spirit, pounced on the trembling gray dragon in the middle of the plain like a wolf or a tiger.

The spear soldiers were in front, the sword soldiers were behind, and the archers followed. The army showed a giant geese-shaped charge, rumbled over like a sea of ​​roars.

The geese head, the sharp geese head is Li Hong's black panther music. At the beginning is Li Hong.

This was the first time Yan Liang participated in the charge of such a cavalry. Behind him was a soldier with a tide of darkness, his eyes were filled with dense weapons, and his ears were filled with unbearable roars, and his blood seemed to burst out with a crazy roar. He was excitedly unable to control his emotions. Not only did he yell with all his strength as the soldiers roared, but he also waved his tiger-headed sword with his left and right.

Li Hong suddenly stood up, raised his spear, looked back and yelled at the horn soldier: "Accelerate, accelerate forward..."

The left school held a spear in his hand, stood under the banner of the central 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 were ready to shoot in a volley."

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the ground under their feet began to shake violently. The Yellow Turban soldiers were not afraid of danger and completed the assembly of each unit in the last time. Thirty dense 100-person square formations were formed within a distance of one mile. Although there was no depth and no protection between the square formations, they believed that this was enough to support them. As long as they were not destroyed by the Iron Cavalry in the first time, there was a possibility of counterattacking the enemy.

The ignorant is fearless. These Yellow Turban soldiers are fighting tens of thousands of cavalry units for the first time. They don’t know how great the impact is caused by the thousands of iron cavalry running wildly, and how devastating it is. Only rumors and without seeing it with their own eyes, who would truly believe it?

"Let me..." Zuo Jiao roared, and the thunderous sound of war drums broke through the roar of the galloping horses and soared into the sky.

Thousands of arrows were fired at once.

The shrill sound of alarm horns resounded throughout the entire cavalry army at the same time. It was almost a sound, and all the cavalry soldiers raised their shields, and Li Hong, who was rushing in the front, was no exception. At this time, the two armies were 120 steps apart, which was exactly the range of the infantry's strong bow shooting. The strong attack was huge and not suitable for cavalry to carry. Cavalry soldiers basically had ordinary light bows, with a range of between sixty and eighty steps, and few had a range of 100 steps.

The dark clouds formed by dense long arrows drew a beautiful arc in the air. They screamed shrillly and shot towards the rushing cavalry. In an instant, the dark clouds drilled into the turbulent waves, turning into balls of water splashing, and then merged into the waves, without a trace.

The Fengyun Iron Cavalry was lined up in a row, about 600 steps in a row, with a length of longer depth and a distance of more than 1,000 steps in front and back. Faced with such a huge impact formation, many long arrows were thrown into the sea, and they were gone.

The iron cavalry was running wildly, and its speed was getting faster and faster, like a mountain collapse and cracking, shaking the earth.

"Shoot..., volley..., dense volley..."

Zuo Jiao was shocked by the iron cavalry that rushed in front of him like a surging sea. He finally showed fear on his calm face, and the despair in his eyes became even stronger. He screamed wildly, screaming over and over again, and the blue veins on his forehead were beating violently.

The various flags that issued the order repeated the same action frantically as the Zuo Jiao shouted.

The archers in each square array looked excited. They quickly took out long arrows from their quiver pot and poured them out to their heart's content.

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

The Fengyun Iron Cavalry was suppressed tightly under the shield. From time to time, soldiers fell from their horses, or flew out with the war horses that fell from their arrows. The horses running behind them were trampled on them in a bloody and could no longer be found. The soldiers were angry, their roars became more and more bloody and tragic, and hatred burned violently in the hearts of every soldier.

"Full speed..., go forward at full speed..."

Li Hong's whole body was tightly pressed against the horse's back, and roared wildly at the top of his lungs, and the sad horn sound echoed over and over again on the trembling field.

After rushing through the Death Arrow Formation, only by rushing through the Death Arrow Formation can casualties be avoided. After more than a dozen rows of soldiers of the current army crossed the enemy's strong bow shooting range, it was their turn to shoot. At this time, Li Hong had clearly seen the fearful faces of the spearmen of the Yellow Turban Army.

The two armies were fifty steps apart.

"Arrow..." Li Hong raised his body again, raised his gun with one hand and the shield with the other, spread his arms, and roared towards the sky. The long horn screamed loudly.

The first two rows of soldiers running wildly suddenly lowered their shields and picked up crossbows. The cavalry soldiers behind them who had already left the range of strong bow shooting were drawn and waiting to be shot.

"Let me..." Li Hong roared wildly, and the guns and shields in his hand hit each other, making a loud noise.

The sound of crossbow arrows tearing through the air was shrill and harsh. They flew into the air in parallel and shot towards the spearmen who were waiting for the enemy at a speed that was not thought to be true. In an instant, hundreds of soldiers fell from the front positions of the Yellow Turban Army.

Long arrows roared out. They hid under the enemy's long arrows, making a roar like tearing their hearts and lungs, and rushed towards the soldiers in the square formation with their teeth and claws.

It arrived in a flash.

It seemed that all the sounds were suddenly gone on the battlefield, the roar of the horse galloping, the roar of soldiers on both sides, the whistling of arrows, the drums of war, and the horns of cows, all disappeared and returned to a silence.

All there was a sound of impact left in my ears, and the shocking waves hit the rock as hard as iron, making a deafening sound.

Zuo Jiao looked at the soldiers flying in the air, their hearts were broken and their hearts were like fallen leaves in the wind, and they were like splashes of water, powerless and helpless, and were devoured by the bloodthirsty beast-like storm of weak lives.

"kill……"

The left school raised his spear and rushed forward with his own soldiers in the guard station without hesitation. Even if there were swords and fires in front of him, he would still kill him and never stop.

The sound of war drums was like a huge thunder, fierce and intense. He was like a god standing in the air, inspiring and inspiring countless Yellow Turban soldiers to kill, kill, and stop until they die.

"kill……"

The soldiers of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry roared wildly, and they all looked like hungry tigers down the mountain, carrying smoke and dust all over the sky, and were swept into the square formation of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

The war horse was running wildly, carrying huge power to hit everything you could touch, destroying everything that could be moved, like a shattered destruction, destroying all obstacles that blocked your progress.

The soldiers on the war horse waved their swords and spears, slashing and killing at will, so busy that they didn't even have time to breathe. The archers followed behind and shot out extremely sharp long arrows at will. Facing the dense crowd, each arrow could take away an innocent life.

Blood is splattering, limbs are flying, corpses are rolling, and war horses are trampling.

On the bloody battlefield, there are everywhere swords flying, spears roaring, arrows yelling, and war horses neighing.

The sound of gold and iron clashing with weapons hitting each other, the roars of soldiers when fighting, the screams before death, the sound of thick and violent war drums, the sound of high-profile horns, the roar of war horses running and hitting, the sad neighing sounds under pain, all kinds of sounds intertwined under the blue sky, dust and mist, drifting on the empty plain with the wind, the strong smell of blood soared into the sky, the pale sun was dizzy, and hid in a thick cloud.

The dense formation of the Yellow Turban soldiers is like a piece of iron, with spearmen and halberds outside, knife and axemen in the middle, and archers in the middle, tenaciously and resolutely enduring the fierce attacks and killings of the iron cavalry. They are like rocks standing on the bank of the river, allowing the rushing river water to erode and impact, and I remain unmoved.

The Iron Knight soldiers were like wild rivers, violently hitting the enemy's formations. They slashed and slaughtered again and again, and devoured them wantonly. The front wave had just been hit, and the back waves were surging and roaring, one wave higher and one wave, and they were rushing endlessly. Each wave was a thunderous blow, taking away countless blood and life.

As the Fengyun Iron Cavalry's deep queue of thousands of steps, as fierce as an iron rake, quickly raked through the thick body of the Yellow Turban Army like a hurricane. The Yellow Turban Army suffered a devastating blow, and its thick body began to become scarred and bloody, and gradually lost its resistance. Soon the long dragon turned into a dying soft dragon.

The defensive formation of the Yellow Turban soldiers was under the endless impact of the iron cavalry, and the square formation gradually turned into irregular jagged shapes, with great power. The iron lump turned into a pile of sand, which was slowly eroded by the river water, washed away, getting smaller and thinner.

But they persisted tenaciously, and the formation was not destroyed. It was still a complete dragon, not divided, Lingchi.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were fully focused, widened their eyes, and tried their best to block the enemy. They didn't even have time to breathe. They rushed up and rushed forward. The soldiers in front were ruthlessly swept away by the cavalry, and the soldiers behind filled in without hesitation. Killed until death.

The front army of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry was still running wildly, but they were not running wildly in the enemy's formation, but on the empty plain. Behind were the central army, and everyone could not slow down, unless you didn't want to survive. The rear army was now crossing the Yellow Turban Army's formation, and they were fighting bloodyly, with the sound of shouting and killing shocking the earth.

Li Hong looked back and saw that the front army had already 500 steps away from the battlefield, which was enough for the army to keep the queue unchanged and turned at high speed.

"List and left and right...separate..."

"Turn left and right..."

"Strike back...strike back..."
Chapter completed!