In the Yellow Turban Army, the flag on the tower was dancing by strong men, and then the drum sounded suddenly.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky!"

With the slogans shouted, the Yellow Turban Army Yellow Angels Group came out with the rapid sound of war drums.

The Huang Angel was like the Han army's sharp soldiers, wearing heavy armor and holding swords and shields. They were all veterans carefully selected by Zhang Jiao from the Yellow Turban Army to deal with the Han army's sharp raid.

Compared with the well-trained Han army soldiers, they may not have enough martial arts, but they are not afraid of death. They have already dedicated everything to Huang Tian, ​​including their lives!

The Huang Angel holding a sword and shield, led by two powerful generals Liu Pi and Huang Shao, finally stopped the attack of the Han army's Ruizhe.

However, several other assaults in the front line of the Han army were not over, the four generals of Jiangdong were still advancing steadily, and the Yellow Turban Army was still in danger.

Xu An was in the left army of the Yellow Turban Army at this time. Although he avoided the front of the Han army, he was still under a lot of pressure.

Xu An held the spear in his hand tightly, separated a long spear and attacked the long spear. The spear in his hand came out with the flow and stabbed the throat of the Han army soldiers in front with one shot.

A blood arrow spurted out, and the Han soldiers' eyes widened and fell to the ground with a bang.

Several Han soldiers stood out with their shields and killed several Yellow Turbans in a row, but they were immediately stabbed to the ground by bamboo spears stretched out from the Yellow Turban Army. The Han halberds and soldiers in front took this opportunity to quickly move forward, stabbed out a long halberd, and harvested the lives of more than a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers.

The yellow turban soldiers around and the thin mao clothes could not stop the sharp halberds of the Han army, falling down one after another, like weeds trampled on by the roadside.

Xu An fought and retreated with the soldiers beside him, and the team beside him still held the flag firmly in the hands of the silly boy Zhang Ji.

The army had been fighting for a long time, and the soldiers around Xu An changed batch after batch. Countless people fell in front of the formation, and countless people stood from the back row to the front.

Only the silly boy Zhang Ji remembered Xu An's instructions and still followed Xu An tightly. He held up Xu An's team's flag. It was precisely because of this team's flag that more and more scattered Yellow Turban soldiers gathered beside Xu An.

The Yellow Turban Army's formation of the Left Army was shaking under the impact of wave after wave of people from the Han army.

There were also sounds of killing generals and snatching flags from the Han army formation. Compared with other Yellow Turban Army formations that were in defeat, the quite strict military formation of Xu An's brigade was particularly conspicuous.

Yan Zhong had long discovered this unusual yellow turban on the turrets of the right formation of the Han army.

The flag was flying, and the whistle cavalry came out of the tower with military orders. Under the leadership of the Qujunhou, several Han troops began to slowly move closer to the direction where Xu An was.

The generals and officers of the Yellow Turban Army were either disciples of Taipingdao or soldiers who had made contributions in combat, and even veterans who were directly promoted because of the expansion of the team. This was the case when Xu An became the team leader.

The generals and schoolmen of the Han army have been practicing martial arts since childhood, which is different from those of the Yellow Turban Army who became monks halfway through. They are all professional soldiers, so the death rate of the Yellow Turban Army is simply scary.

In addition to military preparations, morale is also particularly important on the battlefield of cold weapons. The fanatical atmosphere of the Yellow Turban Army also affects these generals and schoolmen. Even if they know they are defeated, many of the Yellow Turban generals and schoolmen will still choose to face the enemy.

The large number of deaths of the Yellow Turban Generals and the collapse of the military formation. The Yellow Turban soldiers who lost the generals and the army could only run towards the recently stable military formation on the battlefield.

The scattered soldiers even dispersed several stable military formations. Xu An was already in a state of great anxiety and gathered more and more soldiers, and there were already more than 400 people around him.

It is said that it is the team leader, but in fact he is already performing his military position. He was quickly promoted by several leaders in the team and was divided into the formation, so he could barely maintain the military formation.

"Xu Da, you bring people to the front of the military formation. Anyone who attacks the military formation will be killed without mercy!

Xu An pulled over a burly strong man beside him. Now he was already crazy. The entire Yellow Turban Army left formation was almost in chaos under the impact of the Han army. The originally relatively strict military formation no longer existed.

The entire battlefield was divided into several pieces, and some places formed military formations like Xu An's side to support each other, but some had already been broken by the Han army, and the defeated soldiers were driven away by the Han army and fled everywhere.

Xu An didn't want to die. He would have a great future. He could have spent his life comfortably in a peaceful and prosperous era, but he was confused and walked into this desperate and chaotic era, and was frightened on this battlefield.

The bells and chats at the dinner table, the colorful neon lights and bloody battlefields in the city intersected wildly in front of Xu An's eyes, stimulating Xu An's nerves.

Xu An laughed wildly, almost burst into tears.

He shouted hysterically at the Han army who was rushing in: "Hahahahahahahaha, do you all want to kill me? Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on the big head on my shoulders. Come and get it!!"

Looking up, the black Han soldiers swarmed in with their halberds and spears. The dense and rapid footsteps were like a signal of death flashing in front of their eyes, and the shouts of shouting higher and higher than the waves were like thunder in the sky echoing in their ears.

Xu An roared angrily, pulled out the knife on his waist, and brought the ragged moth thief behind him to the black Han army!

The entire battlefield has become a mess, with the Han army and the Yellow Turban army intertwined, and countless lives have withered every minute and every second.

"The soldiers on the front line are fighting bloody battles! General Huangfu asked us to watch here? Do you think my children in Luoyang are all drunk and can't afford to eat!?"

Cao Cao was restless at this time. The Han army and the Yellow Turban Army had been fighting for nearly an hour, but the Han cavalry led by Cao Cao seemed to have been forgotten by Huangfu Song.

He looked at the tower where Huangfu Song was in the distance with a gloomy face, and felt a ball of evil fire pressing on his heart.

The central army of the Han army, the whistle cavalry with feathers on their backs finally brought Huangfu Song's military order.

Cao Cao, who was immediately in front of him, took a deep breath, raised the long halberd in his hand, and whistled to the sky.

"Killing thieves for the country is today!"

Cao Cao waved his long spear in his hand and actually led the soldiers out. Xiahou Dun and other generals and countless Han soldiers behind him moved when they heard the sound, and rushed forward like a red tide. Countless Han knights in red and black armor rode out!

"All army assault!!!"

Cao Cao shouted at the top of his lungs. When the military flag moved, two thousand Han cavalry penetrated straight to the right side of the Yellow Turban Army like a sharp blade. Cao Cao took the lead, with red tassels on his helmet like blood, and the sun was approaching dusk.

At this moment, Cao Cao led a group of Han cavalry to attack northwards against the setting sun. The golden sunlight scattered on the armor leaves of the people, as if they were heavenly soldiers.
Chapter completed!