In the woods, war horses cannot play their due advantages, but are more suitable for infantry battles.

The Yellow Turban Army howled and rushed all the way. It was originally less than a hundred meters away. Within a few sucks, dozens of cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army were the first to plunge into the woods, followed by hundreds of fast-moving Yellow Turban Army.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as the Yellow Turban cavalry had just entered the forest, dozens of feather arrows fell into chaos, and several cavalrymen were caught with sharp arrows, and wailed, and fell off the horse and died.

Among the eight hundred local brave men, some of them were hunters, but in the woods, the feather arrows were also covered by trees, and the effect was extremely poor, and few hit the target. However, Di Ying, who was born as a warrior of the Wuhuan tribe, had an outstanding archery technique, had a perfect arrow. The three consecutive arrows were trained as pure as fire. Three sharp arrows almost broke out at the same time, killing three Yellow Turban cavalry in an instant.

The death of several Yellow Turban cavalry could not affect the rush of the Yellow Turban Army. In a few blinks, the Yellow Turban cavalry passed through the narrow woods and rushed to the bottom of the hillside.

Just as the Yellow Turban cavalry had just passed through the woods and arrived under the hillside, another wave of arrow rain fell. This time, without the cover of the woods, all arrow rain fell on the Yellow Turban cavalry, and more than a dozen cavalrymen were killed and killed.

"kill!"

At the same time, Yan Rong shouted loudly, his body swooped rapidly, and suddenly jumped into the air. When he turned over, he threw a whip gun out. The black python spear drew a cold light in the air and pulled towards the forehead of a Yellow Turban cavalry.

Click!

The knife in the hands of the Yellow Turban cavalry broke in the middle, and the black python spear broke the blade like a bamboo shoot, making it even more fierce. The tip of the spear was like a huge axe with great force, slashed from the forehead of the Yellow Turban cavalry, and divided the body into two and split it into two sections.

Yan Rong took the lead in attacking, and Dian Wei on his side was not showing weakness. Although his speed was half a point slower than Yan Rong, his offensive was even more fierce.

Looking at the dozen remaining Yellow Turban cavalrymen, Dian Wei's face, which was extremely ugly, smiled fiercely, swung his hand with one hand, and six cold lights came out of his hand and rushed straight to the chests of the six Yellow Turban cavalrymen and broke through the wind.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The six cold lights were as fast as lightning. In an instant, before the Yellow Turban cavalry could react, they shot into their chests like bullets. In an instant, blood mist swelled and blood splashed everywhere. All the Yellow Turban cavalry were caught and killed.

Dian Wei's hidden weapon is a crescent halberd with a crescent blade of more than three inches long. The blade was extremely sharp and the brute force of Dian Wei was supported by Dian Wei's brute force. The speed of the shooting was not inferior to that of the bullet. Dian Wei usually carried twelve crescent halberds on his body. This time, six bear's body suddenly moved, and six crescent halberds shot out. In an instant, six Yellow Turban cavalry fell off their horses and died.

Two rounds of shooting, twelve crescent halberds shot out, killing twelve Yellow Turban cavalry. The Yellow Turban cavalry was instantly gone, and only one slap remained. Yan Rong, Dian Wei, and Di Ying led the team to charge forward, and 800 township brave men followed and killed. In just one confrontation, all the Yellow Turban cavalry were lost.

The Yellow Turban cavalry strangled, and the Yellow Turban infantry followed and interspered with each other. The two sides fought in the woods, and the shouts of killing were roaring and shocking the sky.

Yan Rong and Dian Wei were extremely brave and occupied one side. The Yellow Turban Army was already weak in combat and could not force the two to retreat at all. There were eight hundred local brave men fighting. In a moment, the two sides were killed by one and a half pounds, and the two were equally close.

The role of the powerful general was fully exerted at this time. Originally, the 800 Township Warriors who were temporarily organized were inferior to the Yellow Turban Army, and their number was not advantageous. However, with Yan Rong and Dian Wei, they greatly inspired the morale of the 800 Township Warriors, and they were even more screaming and fighting desperately. In the fierce battle, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

The two armies were in a stalemate, with each other's casualties, but the number of 800 township warriors was at a disadvantage. With the casualties of more than 200 township warriors, their originally high morale gradually fell. Faced with twice the force of their own, the battle situation became more and more difficult. The township warriors gradually began to unable to withstand the offensive of the Yellow Turban Army, and the team began to slowly retreat and gradually retreated to the hillside.

The morale of the village warriors was frustrated and they retreated more and more as they fought, the Yellow Turban Army was in high morale, and they all rushed to the camp of the village warriors one by one.

Yan Rong was also frowning at this time. He originally thought that these local warriors could hold on for a while, but he did not expect that these temporary local warriors were so unbearable. The number of people was so severe that they had lost less than a stick of incense. More than 200 casualties were too huge compared to the number of eight hundred. Yan Rong could only smile bitterly in his heart. These local warriors were the most bearish soldiers Yan Rong had ever encountered. Leading such a group of weak combat power, even if there were many people, it would be a mob. If it were the warriors of the Murong tribe, even those elderly warriors who acted as reserve teams could have killed the two thousand Yellow Turban Army.

The village yong retreated repeatedly, but Yan Rong was calm as usual. The attack of the black python spear became more and more fierce. All the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who fought were shot and killed. Dian Wei was like a roaring beast. His halberds flew up and down while hissing. Each roar shocked the Yellow Turban Army's souls, like a minced meat machine, harvesting the lives of the Yellow Turban Army.

Just as Yan Rong and others were in a tough battle, there were sounds of killing on one side of the woods, and a group of Han soldiers wearing light armor came out. The Han soldiers were not brave enough, only seventy or eighty, but they were all equipped in order, several times more sophisticated than the Yellow Turban Army.

This is a military warrior from a prefecture and county, but it can be seen from the morale of the soldiers and the neat progress. This is an elite team, even compared with the regular troops of the Han Dynasty.

The Han army was not large in number, but they were all full of energy and strong in killing spirit. The team was rigorous and neat. As soon as they came into contact with the Yellow Turban Army, they caused a rippling ripples in the Yellow Turban Army's camp. The Yellow Turban Army they encountered were killed in a hurry.

In the middle of the Han army, a young general with beautiful eyebrows, eyes like torches, holding a long sword, commanding the Han soldiers beside him to form a formation and rushing. Shi Feng was wearing light armor, which was worn and broken. It could be clearly seen from the cracks of the rag. His whole body was covered with linen, and dry blood was everywhere. It was obvious that he was seriously injured, and his injuries had not yet healed. But these did not affect his excellent command ability. Under his command, the Han soldiers were united as if they were one. Every time they took a step forward, the team maintained a neat array, rigorous and seamless.

The Han army of seventy or eighty people attacked the side of the Yellow Turban Army. Facing the forces that were several times their own, there was no sign of fear. Instead, each soldier had a high morale, hot eyes, and decisive killing. Every sharp blade handed over would take away several times their own casualties. The entire team was as tough as steel, and the killing Yellow Turban Army retreated step by step.

Shi Feng was an excellent general. These Han Dynasty soldiers were all the soldiers of the county who followed him to defend Fangshan City. Since Fangshan City fell and Shi Feng led his people to break out, everyone was separated. This time, Yan Rong led the village hero to chase and resist the Yellow Turban Army. These people gathered together again and followed Shi Feng to kill the Yellow Turban Army.

At that time, when the Yellow Turban Army attacked Fangshan City, the soldiers and soldiers of the prefectures and counties who were able to stay were all bloody men. They participated in the fierce battle to defend the city. They were not killed in battle and were able to break out. All of them were the elite among them. Now they have gathered together and experienced bloody battles, and their combat power has become stronger.

This elite Han soldiers brought a lot of trouble to the Yellow Turban Army, but it did not affect the general trend of the Yellow Turban Army. After all, the Yellow Turban Army has a large number of people. Even if the battle ends here, there are still 1,500 casualties. The Yellow Turban Army fought on both sides, and at the same time, facing more than 500 rural brave men who were struggling to support, seventy or eighty elite Han soldiers still steadily gained the upper hand.

However, at this moment!

The dull sound of horse hooves sounded, and dozens of cavalrymen walked around the woods and appeared behind the Yellow Turban Army. The leader was the leader, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his whole body was like a hill on the horse's back.

"kill!"

Lei Biao's eyes widened and stared at the Yellow Turban Army's camp. His beards stood upright, holding a heavy giant axe, roared as he shook the sky, and led dozens of cavalry behind him to rush in from the rear of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Don't let me die! Those who block me will die!"

As he entered the Yellow Turbans, Lei Biao roared repeatedly, and the axe in his hand was powerful and powerful. He slashed left and right, like a roaring beast. He rode ahead and drove a bloody path among the Yellow Turbans. Lei Biao was like this, and the dozens of cavalry behind him were also excited, and they all killed decisively. They kept slashing and slashing along the bloody path Lei Biao had killed, and rushed in all directions.

The dozens of cavalry were not large, but the victory was that they were unprepared to attack them unexpectedly. In addition to the huge advantage of cavalry against infantry, the Yellow Turban Army infantry, who were already exhausted in combat, instantly became a mess. Even though these cavalry only had a dozen cavalry of the Han army, most of them were as many as the grooms, the Yellow Turban Army still wailed everywhere, and a charge caused considerable casualties among the Yellow Turban Army infantry.

The cavalry is a great weapon to fight against the Yellow Turban Army. The Yellow Turban Army is an army of infantry and there are very few cavalry because they are extremely short of horses, they are thin and their weapons are simple and broken. When they encounter cavalry, they can only die, and they can only use countless numbers to make up for the shortcomings. At this time, the two Yellow Turban Army fought, not only to encircle and suppress hundreds of rural brave men who were struggling to support, but also to deal with the Han soldiers who were fighting on the flank. This time, they faced the attacks of cavalry at the same time, and the morale of the army was in turmoil for a while.
Chapter completed!