Seeing that there was no harassment from the Yellow Turbans in the camp, Zhang Ze waved his hand and asked the 100,000 infantry behind him to attack, leaving Qin Jian's nearly 20,000 soldiers who had not been awarded the cunning tiger formation to guard the surroundings.

When Yang Tao saw 100,000 people rushing over, he hurriedly ordered the soldiers to come forward to guard the camp gate of the military camp. However, Yang Tao and others just stepped forward, another 20,000 arrows hit thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers who had just arrived near the camp gate. Yang Tao looked at the soldiers who fell down again, and his heart was bleeding. At the same time, there was no way. After all, those archers already possess the strength of elite soldiers and can attack from three hundred meters away. Most of the archers of the Yellow Turban Army are at the primary level and the strength of the intermediate ordinary soldiers. Even with the archers brought by Yang Tao from Jianghe Town, not many people have a 100-meter attack distance, which is far less than that of the enemy archers. They can stand in a safe area 200 meters away from the military camp and shoot, and clear all the soldiers within one hundred meters in the camp. With the current strength of Yang Tao and others, no one can withstand the attack of these enemy archers.

But we saw a large group of enemy infantry attacking the camp gate. If we did not take any action, the endurance of the camp gate would soon be worn out. At that time, the camp gate would be wide open. Facing the official army with tens of thousands of elite soldiers, the more than 200,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in the camp would not have the power to fight back, and they would only be slaughtered.

Faced with a dilemma, Yang Tao could only bring the only dozen generals in his hand to the camp gate to block the enemy's attack. As for the soldier Yang Tao did not arrange it in, otherwise it would only become the target of enemy archers' massacre.

Yang Tao and more than a dozen military generals kept attacking the officials and soldiers outside the gate through the gaps in the camp gate. Although the attack power of Yang Tao and other military generals could not kill the enhanced official army with one move, they could also repel these troops and horses, preventing them from attacking the camp gate and reducing the speed of their durability reduction.

Seeing Yang Tao and more than a dozen other military generals blocking the soldiers from attacking the camp, especially when they saw Yang Tao's figure, Zhang Ze recognized Yang Tao as the person who was attacking his formation with heavy cavalry. An angry look flashed in his eyes, and immediately made all archers stop shooting, and then transferred thousands of archers and said gritting their teeth: "You should stare at the dozen generals and launch a concentrated attack for me, and I want them all to die!"

"No!" Thousands of archers did not shoot volleys, but began to aim at Yang Tao and other dozen generals in batches to shoot, and one after another attacked the enemy general behind the camp gate.

Yang Tao, who was attacking the infantry, could resist it at first, but as time went by, he gradually felt something was wrong, and the power of the arrow shot seemed to be increasing. Just as Yang Tao was distracted, another feather arrow came into Yang Tao's eyes. Looking at the feather arrow flying in, Yang Tao held the sword and waved it to split the feather arrow into two sections. The sword that attacked the feather arrow was shocked, and was actually shaken by the power on the feather arrow several inches. The feather arrow was not blocked by the sword, and it deviated from a small angle in Yang Tao's solemn eyes and shot his thigh.

A burst of pain made Yang Tao frown. Before he could think too much, another feather arrow shot. The feather arrow was even stronger. Even if Yang Tao increased his strength, he would only chop the arrow to an angle. The feather arrow rubbed the armor on Yang Tao's chest and made a crisp sound. Yang Gao, who had taken a few steps back, had time to see the situation of his generals around him, but the situation was shocked by Yang Tao. He saw that the original dozen generals, except for Changshan, the only senior general, were attacked by feather arrows and suffered heavy injuries, especially those with only the strength of a junior general, where there were as many as dozens of places on the body of the cartons. What's more, the armor on his body had been stained with blood from his own flow.

Seeing this, Yang Tao was surprised and thought of the attack superposition effect of the cunning tiger formation in the combined attack technique "Cunning Tiger Slaughter". Only that effect can continuously increase the attack power of these feather arrows. After more than ten minutes of strengthening, even intermediate generals like him have begun to be injured.

"It seems that we can't continue like this, otherwise all the generals would have to explain in front of the camp gate in a few minutes. If they lose the Yellow Turban troops led by the general, the result can be predicted." Thinking of this, Yang Tao had already taken care of what would happen after the camp gate was broken, and hurriedly ordered all the generals to retreat.

When Yang Tao and more than a dozen generals retreated to a safe place, it was already a little late. During the retreat, three primary generals with severe injuries were shot by several superimposed feather arrows and died suddenly during the retreat.

At this time, only 8 generals, including himself, were left. After several consecutive battles of several times, only 11 people were dead. Not only that, all the troops Yang Tao brought out of Jianghe Town have been exhausted, and behind him are the Yellow Turbans who have gathered together for a long time. Looking at the gate at the camp gate that was becoming more and more broken due to the rapid decline in the durability of the continuous attack, Yang Tao glanced at the thin Yellow Turban soldiers behind him. Even if he was anxious, he could not send them forward to die.

"bump!"

As time went by, the camp gate was finally broken by the official army before it lasted for too long, and it made a sound when it landed on the ground.

Although the sound was not loud, especially in this noisy battlefield, there was nothing special. When hearing this sound, everyone's generals, including Yang Tao, were shocked by the sound. Their hearts seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and they felt numb. Layers of fine sweat had already emerged from their hands holding the weapon.

Yang Tao let out a sigh, calmed down, ignored the enemy troops rushing into the barracks from the dilapidated gate, and shouted: "All the troops, follow me to kill!"

After shouting, Yang Tao pulled out the halberd inserted on the ground, brought out a piece of dust, and rushed towards the enemy who was slashing with weapons. Perhaps seeing Yang Tao lead by example, or perhaps being forced into a desperate situation, those behind Yang Tao who had been forced by life and became homeless, perhaps because of the beautiful longing of the Yellow Turbans or their dissatisfaction with the world, the soldiers who joined the Yellow Turbans shouted and picked up the only simple weapon in their hands, and rushed towards the well-equipped official army composed of county soldiers and private soldiers.

A bloody battle broke out, and the Yellow Turban soldiers and the official army were intertwined. Faced with the officers and soldiers who had been added with the formation, the Yellow Turban soldiers were not very effective except for being constantly killed. Most of the people lying on the ground were Yellow Turban soldiers.

Nearly 200,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in despair seem to be destined to be massacred.
Chapter completed!