《The Three Kingdoms》Ambush Huang Zhong
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Ma Yue with more than a thousand yellow turban remnants originally wanted to avoid the official camp, but the official army in the camp reacted quickly, in a very short time to complete the assembly, shouting from the camp rushed out to intercept.
In the thin morning sun, the two armies collided together in a melee, because of the hasty start, the official army is not well prepared, quickly by the yellow turban bandits broke through the defensive line. After breaking through the defensive line, the yellow turban bandits also do not do more entanglement, quickly get rid of the official army to the north to disappear, only a few moments of work, frozen in place dare not chase the official army has only far to see their backs.
Although this group of yellow scarves is the remnants of the defeated soldiers, but all from the dead crawl out of the strong men, if there is no human physique and foot strength, it is impossible to follow Guan Hai kill through the siege, from Wancheng all the way to escape to Jing Mountain. This time, they were following Ma Yue to make a living, and they were thinking about wine, food and beautiful women, so they naturally exerted all their strength and fled even faster than rabbits.
The man was overconfident and sure that the Yellow Turban remnants would not dare to take advantage of the night to break out of the mountain, so he summoned all the generals of the volunteer soldiers to the camp to discuss. Because there is no main general, the northern foothills volunteer soldiers dare not act rashly, can only watch the yellow turban thieves go away.
When Huang Zhong rushed back to his camp, the Yellow Turban Bandits were already ten miles away. Huang Zhong hurriedly ordered his soldiers to chase them, and hastily condemned them to report to Qin Jie. When he received Huang Zhong's report, Qin Jie was still skeptical, not quite believing that the Yellow Turban Bandits would be transformed overnight and become so powerful!
The first thing that Qin Jie did was to summon Wen Ren down from Mount Banchen, who climbed up the fine mountain and saw a large pile of grass people surrounding the fire to keep warm, so he was angry and cursed.
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Besides, Ma Yue ran north with the remnants of the army for less than 20 miles and arrived at the old river ditch, and by this time there were more than 800 people left behind.
Pei Yuan Shao, who had become a bird of prey, hurriedly came up and pulled Ma Yue and said loudly, "Bo Qi, don't go further north, north is Wancheng, there is Zhu Jun's army and Han Zhong's rebel army, it's only a dead end."
Guan Hai also said in a deep voice: "Good, in front of us is the old river ditch, maybe the official army has an ambush again."
A cunning smile surfaced on Ma Yue's face and asked, "You all think that going north is a dead end?"
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"Yes."
Guan Hai and Pei Yuan Shao nodded their heads at the same time.
"That's right!" Ma Yue put his palms together and said in a hey voice, "I expect the official army will think so too, this is a great time for us to jump out of the heavy siege and get rid of the official army."
"Guan Hai."
"Present."
"Order you to lead 300 men to ambush on the left side of the old river ditch, if the official army comes, look at my hand signal as a signal, and lead the army to cover up and kill."
"Pei Yuan Shao."
"Yes."
"Order you to lead 300 men to ambush on the right side of the old river ditch, if the official army comes, look at my hand signal as the signal, lead the army to cover up and kill."
"The rest of the men, follow me to rest in place outside the old river ditch."
Although Guan Hai and Pei Yuan Shao did not understand Ma Yue's intention of this arrangement, they still ordered all the soldiers to go to ambush, and Ma Yue let the remaining more than 100 people sit down at the mouth of the old river ditch to rest and wait for the arrival of the official army.
This was another gamble on life!
If the official army is cautious enough to gather the whole army first and then chase north, then Ma Yue's two-way ambush arrangement will be useless. In the face of the superior strength, superior equipment and well-trained official army, the Yellow Turban remnants will only end up with eggs against stones and broken heads.
Ma Yue's bet is that the official army is gullible!
The yellow turban bandits consistently poor performance, it is easy to cause the pride and arrogance of the official army, coupled with last night and had been tragically ambushed by the official army several ways, was beaten in a terrible way, the arrogance of the official army can only be more.
Just now although fleeing in a hurry, Ma Yue still estimated the official army guarding the northern foothills, about 500 people, if the official army at the northern foothills does not wait for the convergence of the other three directions on the lone army to chase, then Ma Yue will have a great opportunity to break this way official army first, and then calmly disappear, from then on to jump out of the official army's siege.
Time is passing by minute by minute, although in front of the soldiers, Ma Yue a calm and composed face, but in fact, but nervous, facing life and death decision, no one can be indifferent. Ma Yue is not a god or a devil, a small person who is trying to make a living in a chaotic world.
Finally, what comes is still coming.
When the cluster of official troops on the southern horizon suddenly appeared, Ma Yue's heart a huge stone finally fell to the ground, and bet on it! Now is the emperor in Luoyang City, the old man himself, also can not stay this less than a thousand yellow turban remnants of the army.
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Huang Zhong is the first horse in the front, because of the forced march, his 500 volunteer soldiers have been pulled into a long snake formation, the fastest runners can barely follow Huang Zhong's horse ass to eat dust, the slow runners have been left in several miles away, Huang Zhong is still urging his soldiers to speed up the pace of pursuit.
Huang Zhong's heart is anxious.
The first time under the command of Lord Qin, not only did not establish an inch of success, but also let the Yellow Turban bandits escape from the northern foot of his guard, how can Huang Zhong, who has always been high-minded and proud, accept it?
"Quickly, hurry up!"
Huang Zhong's eyebrows knitted together, turning back to greet his soldiers, a soldier sharp-eyed suddenly pointed ahead and shouted: "General look, yellow turban bandits."
Huang Zhong Huo turned back, the thin morning sun has been dispersed, really see last night once set up an ambush in front of the old river ditch, there is a team of about mold more than a hundred of yellow turban bandits are lying or sitting there exhausted, this yellow turban bandits also found the official army at the same time, is like a frightened rabbit like jumping up from the ground, a swarm like fleeing to the depths of the old river ditch.
Huang Zhong's spirit was lifted, thinking that this should be a small group of yellow turban bandits who had fallen out, and a large group of yellow turban bandits thought to be not far ahead.
Huang Zhong, who was eager to achieve success, did not put this small group of Huang Turbans with more than 100 people in his eyes, and did not wait for the large group of soldiers behind him to arrive, so he rushed into the old river ditch with more than 100 people in front of him, vowing to destroy this small group of Huang Turbans first. Huang Zhong, who is well versed in military books and the art of war, should not have made the low-level mistake of being reckless and adventurous, but he was accurately identified by Ma Yue.
Rash enemy! From the bottom of his heart, Huang Zhong had never regarded the Yellow Turban bandits as nothing more than a group of rabble, which were simply unbeatable.
Deep in the old river ditch, a small group of more than 100 yellow scarves have been forced into a desperate situation.
The back is the pursuit, in front of a large silt, there is no escape, the small group of yellow turban gave up running, back to the river bank back, rare want to fight with the official army a fish dead, Huang Zhong bellowed, spurred his horse into a gallop, dance knife straight to stand at the front of the yellow turban bandits of the instrument is not bad.
In front of the yellow turban formation, Ma Yue raised his right arm, his cold eyes locked on Huang Zhong, and then viciously swung down his right arm.
"Phew!"
The sharp air-breaking sound, cold killing machine from the left side of a sudden attack to, Huang Zhong astonished dodge anxiously, can avoid the throat, but then avoid the shoulder.
"Atsu."
A muffled sound, sharp arrows have been shot through the chest armor, ruthlessly penetrated into the right shoulder of Huang Zhong.
"Ouch!"
Huang Zhong let out a miserable scream, almost fell down from the horse, really perennial wild goose but was blinded by the wild goose pecking, Huang Zhong is an expert with arrows, but did not want to be assassinated by someone's bow and arrow today!
"Kill ah ~ ~"
In a desperate situation, more than a hundred yellow turban bandits were the first to rush over and kill.
"Kill~~"
"Kill~~"
From the left and right sides of the old river ditch, the shouts of killing suddenly rang out, waist-deep in the artemisia grass suddenly ghost-like emerged countless yellow turban bandits, tidal wave towards the middle of the more than a hundred official troops to cover up and kill, even if it is just a false bravado, Huang Zhong behind the more than 100 volunteer soldiers also scared enough.
"Not good, ambushed!" Huang Zhong's heart and guts are cold, turn the horse head to go, "retreat, retreat!"
The main general is gone, has already chilled the courage of the righteous soldiers also instantly lost the will to resist, towards the way to run, follow up the righteous soldiers have not understood what is going on, was rushed to disorder, when they see clearly behind the tide of yellow turban bandits, panic does not know how many people, they hurriedly followed the turn and fled.
The defeat of soldiers like a mountain, Huang Zhong last night in the old river ditch set up an ambush to beat the yellow turban, but now in turn by the yellow turban set up an ambush to beat! It is true that things are unpredictable and fickle.
"Hahahaha, kill!"
Guan Hai roared, a knife slashed over a slow running official soldiers, heart felt indescribably happy, never was the official army like a dog ousted running around, really did not expect the official army also today, also like a dog by the yellow turban ousted running around time, painful, really painful!
He looked up to the sky and laughed three times, Guanhai dance sword was about to chase again, but was Ma Yue a pull.
"All right, do not chase, immediately gather soldiers, immediately turn into."
"Why?"
Guan Hai was stunned and did not understand, Pei Yuan Shao on the other side also did not understand, now is a good time to beat the falling dogs ah.
"The chasing army will be here soon, and Zhu Jun's army in Wancheng may come south at any time, so if we don't leave now, we will die without a burial place!
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