The sun rose at noon, the sky was clear, and the team carrying food and grass slowly walked on the vast plain.

"The army will take a break here! Let's take a break and continue on the road."

In front of the team, Xiahou Lan rode a thin war horse, wiped the sweat from her forehead, took off the kettle from her waist, and drank a sip. Xiahou Lan is a member of Zhending County. Since the Yellow Turban Army bandits broke out and caused trouble in Zhending County, he fled to another place with his family. Now the prefect of Changshan County invited all kinds of people to clear out the Yellow Turban Army. Many prominent merchants have raised some food and grass sponsored military funds and needed to send people to the camp of the front-line rebel army. He became the leader of this food and grass team with outstanding force.

After arriving along for more than 300 miles, although there was no attack from the Yellow Turban Army. At this moment, Xiahou Lan's eyelids were twitching and she felt a warning sign. As he approached the rebel gathering camp scheduled by the prefect of Changshan County, he felt a sense of danger. The more he moved forward, the stronger the sense of danger. It was close to the rebel camp, and there were 30,000 troops stationed there. There should be no attack from the Yellow Turban Army, but Xiahou Lan was constantly worried and nervous.

Just as the food and grass team had just stopped, under the distant sky, a line of black lines slowly approached, and the sound of horse hooves rumbled.

"It's a cavalry! The prefect sent cavalry to pick us up."

Several rural brave men who were carrying food and grass looked at the cavalry team in the distance, and their faces showed a hint of joy and shouted happily.

The cavalry team in the distance was not large, with only about 300 cavalrymen, but their outfits were extremely neat. Although the distance was far, the yellow turbans wrapped in each head were vaguely visible.

"Not good! It's the Yellow Turban Army! The Yellow Turban Cavalry has come to rob the grain. Arrange the array, use the food and grass carts as obstacles to block the charge of the Yellow Turban Cavalry."

At this time, Xiahou Lan was also extremely nervous. As soon as he finished speaking, the rebels escorting food and grass were already in chaos and organized defensive formations in a panic. Most of these rebels in the village were seeing such a formation for the first time, and they were also cavalrymen facing them. They were not rebels who killed the enemy, but were responsible for escorting food and grass. Although they were all strong and healthy, they did not even have a decent weapon. A thousand rebels in the village combined, they had less than 300 weapons in their hands.

He was panicked and panicked. Now Xiahou Lan was also very angry and wanted to greet the 18th generation of ancestors of the prefect of Changshan County. The team that escorted food and grass would not send people to pick them up. In fact, there would be Yellow Turban cavalry in such a place. What are these scoops doing for food? Even if there is such a group of Yellow Turban cavalry nearby, there would be no idea.

When the Yellow Turban Cavalry saw the team carrying food and grass, they were stunned at first, but in a flash they became excited one by one, holding their sabers high and howling to rush towards the team carrying food and grass.

The two armies were inevitable. Although the Yellow Turban cavalry was not large in number, it had the advantage of horses. It was easy for three hundred cavalry to kill these vulnerable food and grass soldiers. A thousand food and grass soldiers, in less than one stick of incense, saw a large number of casualties and more than two hundred casualties. On the other hand, the Yellow Turban cavalry suffered minimal losses.

Xiahou Lan had no choice but to give up the food and fed into the formation. The Eight Hundred Townships Resisted a circular formation in the city, crowded together like an iron barrel, backed inside and facing out, relying on the advantage of the number of people to resist the rush of the Yellow Turban cavalry. This move worked extremely well. The Eight Hundred Townships Resisted to form an iron barrel formation. The weapons were tightened inside, and the weapons stood on the periphery. Facing the tight defense, the Yellow Turban cavalry could only circumvent the iron barrel formation and use the advantage of speed to gradually eliminate the strength of the West Turban cavalry.

Xiahou Lan has a good commanding ability, and this iron barrel formation has bought them a lot of precious time.

The rebels who were carrying food and grass were besieged in place. As the Yellow Turban cavalry was exhausted, the personnel continued to shrink, from 800 to 700, from 700 to 600, and finally to 500.

However, at this moment!

In the northwest, waves of dust floated, horses' hooves hit the ground, and hundreds of cavalry appeared in sight. After a moment, hundreds of cavalry appeared in the southeast, which was much higher than the northwest, and they also galloped towards here.

In front of the cavalry in the northwest direction were two giant tower men, one holding a double halberd, with an extremely ugly face, and the other holding a large axe and standing with its hair and hair. These two giant tower men, sitting upright like two hills, were full of muscles and full of explosive power. Especially the giant man holding a double halberd, there was a strong momentum around his body, and the air circulation around the oppressed surroundings was not smooth. Obviously, this was a warrior who had been in the realm of the earth for a long time.

In front of the cavalry in the southeast direction, a young general was led by a young general holding an iron mace, with a knife-cut face, handsome and upright, and a faint momentum all over his body, but it was very thin and it was difficult to create an oppressive aura on the people around him. This was a warrior at the peak of the human level, and had already stepped into the threshold of the ground level in half a step. This young general was named Han Meng, and was the Wang clan of the Yuan clan of Changshan County and the descendant of the Han family.

The Han family is quite famous in Changshan County and is one of the most prosperous tribes in Changshan County. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as having 10,000 mu of fertile land. Among the various rebels who came to clear out the Yellow Turban Army, the rebels of the Yuan Han family had a total of 8,000. It is the only one that can compete with the Fangshancheng army of Yanrong in terms of number.

The Han family army is not only numerous, but also has excellent weapons and equipment, almost no less than the soldiers and bravery of the prefectures and counties, and even more sophisticated than them. The Han family army's biggest advantage is that it has a cavalry of two thousand cavalry. Two thousand cavalry is definitely the largest cavalry among the various rebel armies of Changshan County. If the comprehensive combat effectiveness of each group of people and horses, the overall strength of the Han family army will be above the Fangshan City army of Yanrong.

The two cavalrymen, walking opposite each other, charged with one common goal, that is, the Yellow Turban Cavalry.

The cavalry in Fangshan City was the first to encounter the Yellow Turban cavalry. Dian Wei was like a prehistoric beast. As soon as the two sides contacted each other, the two halberds in their hands flew up and down, opened and closed, and pulled out a thousand pounds. One cavalry took the lead and plunged into the Yellow Turban cavalry team. The killing of the Yellow Turban cavalry was pissing. Although Lei Biao was not as fierce as Dian Wei, the axe in his hand was also whistling and buzzing, and it was like a thunderous momentum.

The Yellow Turban Army cavalry and the Fangshan City cavalry, whether in terms of weapons, horses, or personnel quality, were almost the same. However, with the leadership of two powerful generals, especially Dian Wei, who had a peak cultivation level in the ground level, the Fangshan City cavalry was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, with an unparalleled edge, and instantly tore through the defense line of the Yellow Turban Army cavalry.

In a charge, both sides crossed, white knives entered, red knives came out, broken limbs and broken arms, and blood splattered. This was a real confrontation, without any fancy, they were all desperately fighting.

The cavalry in Fangshancheng rushed out two miles away before he could barely stop the rushing, turned his horse's head and rushed towards the Yellow Turban cavalry again. With a charge, the Yellow Turban Army in Fangshancheng suffered a considerable loss, with more than 30 cavalrymen sprinkling blood on the battlefield.

"kill!"

Dian Wei roared angrily, his face was ferocious and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, waved his halberds and rushed towards the Yellow Turban cavalry again.

Hiss...hiss...hiss!

The neighing sounds of war horses continued, and the blood of the cavalry on the horse's back splashed on the spot, and the ownerless war horse ran wildly. After the charge, Dian Wei stood up with a horse, blood staining his whole body, as terrifying as a purgatory. More than 200 Fangshan City cavalry behind him stood in a solemn manner.

In this battle, in the same number of confrontations, the Fangshan City cavalry won a great victory, but the losses were also considerable. Although more than 200 Yellow Turban cavalry were killed, the casualties of these nearly 100 people brought considerable blows to the Fangshan City cavalry. The cavalry team, which was already a small number, suddenly shrank by one-third.

The cavalry of Fangshan City fought very fast with the Yellow Turban cavalry, but only in dozens of breaths, and the entire battle ended. Before the Han family cavalry arrived, the only dozens of Yellow Turban cavalry left fled in panic.

"withdraw!"

Han Meng, looking into the distance, stood up with a horse, suddenly shouted loudly, leading the team first and then turned back according to the same route.

"Sir! Are we going back like this? Why don't we take those horses and food together? It's a pity to leave them like this for others."

Next to Han Meng, a deputy general looked confused.

"Hmph! My Han army doesn't take the only tens of thousands of kilograms of food and grass seriously. As for the more than 200 war horses, although they are of great value, they are all inferior horses, and it is not very useful to keep them. If they are all allocated to our cavalry, they will affect the overall rhythm of our cavalry. The cavalry suffered a lot this time, so these horses and food should be regarded as compensation for their losses!"

Han Meng left without looking back.

Dozens of Yellow Turban cavalry fled, and Dian Wei was too lazy to pay attention to it. He urged the horse to come to the front of the rebel army with food and grass. Looking at the trucks of food, his hideous face was gradually replaced by a smile, and he looked even more gloomy and terrifying. He grinned with a bloody mouth, and proudly ordered the cavalry beside him: "I'm worried that there are too many people and not enough food and grass? Today I encountered such a good thing. All these food and grass were transported back to me and let my brothers have a full meal. There were also those horses, and they could not be spared. They all took me a rope and took them back together. How could they kill the Yellow Turban army without war horses?"

After a long time, under the leadership of Dian Wei, the cavalry in Fangshan City swept the remaining clouds like bandits, plundering the battlefield.

The seized war horses are taken back. The seized food and grass are transported back. The seized equipment is returned.

What should we do if these more than 500 rebels who escorted food and grass? It should be considered as seized spoils! We also took them back together and acted as food and grass soldiers.

Food and grass have always been the weakness of Fangshancheng's army. Because Fangshancheng is in a panic, the people are suffering. Even some rich water towns have long been robbed by the Yellow Turban Army. There is not much food and grass that can actually fall into Yanrong's hands, and maintaining the normal consumption of the army has become a problem. The problem has improved a lot now. Tens of thousands of kilograms of grain is nothing to the Han army? But it is extremely precious to Yanrong's Fangshancheng army. Tens of thousands of kilograms of grain can maintain their food for several days. At least for a while, they can have a full meal every day.
Chapter completed!