In the inner courtyard of the imperial palace, the ten permanent attendants are discussing in secret.

Knitted Shuo said: "He butcher really more and more arrogant, if this continues one day he will learn Dou Wu to put a knife to our neck."

Zhao Zhong said: "We just want to serve the emperor happy, and who is in the way of who is in trouble? I really don't understand why these imperial relatives and important courtiers hate us so much?"

Zhang Jean said: "It is not because the emperor trust us, favor us, these traitors and thieves are sour in their hearts, hum!"

knit Shuo said: "can not let go on, must be like Lord Cao section issued a pretentious edict, mobilize the feathered army to eradicate these traitors and thieves, and so the rice has been cooked, I think the emperor will not be difficult for us, everyone say it?"

Xia Yun said: "knit the public can not ah, although the feathered army under our control, but the strength is ultimately too small, and moreover the West Park eight lieutenants are mostly He Jin's cronies, in case the West Park recruits turn against the fear of causing a melee, the urgent fear is difficult to achieve, then Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song led the army west invasion of Luoyang, then the big event is not ~ ~"

Zhang said: "Xia Gong is right, the time has not yet come, let He Jin that butcher and then arrogant for a few days. The most urgent thing is to find ways to Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song two road army back to Luoyang, when the soldiers scattered West Park, will return to the dynasty, and then the world's states and counties of the volunteer soldiers are disbanded, then He Jin both no soldiers, and no general, to kill it is like pinching an ant ear."

Knitted Shuo said: "That has to wait until when?"

Zhang said with a grim smile, "can't afford to wait for He Tudu, not us, as long as the restoration of the state pastoral system. As long as the system of state pastoralism is restored, all the states under heaven will work together to fight the bandits, and the Yellow Turban bandits will be destroyed one day. When the sea is peaceful, see what excuse he still holds the military power, hum!"

Zhao Zhong said: "Zhang Gong is right, I have already contacted the Secretary of Zongzheng Liu Yan, and will propose the restoration of the state pastor at tomorrow's court meeting, we can contact our acquaintance officials and create a sound bite at tomorrow's court, it will be possible."

Zhang said: "Good, you can split up and act."

......

Changshe, the early year of Zhongping (184 AD). The Yellow Turban Commander Bo Cai of Yingchuan had defeated Lu Zhi here, and the Northern Zhonglang torched all the Han troops, and Lu Zhi was only spared by his body.

After a year, another great battle is about to be drawn here.

"Roar oooo~~"

The spring has just returned, the wheat seedlings are thriving, and the wilderness is lush and green. In the endless wilderness, but suddenly sounded a low and desolate trumpet, in the loud and long trumpet sound, a wind-waving flags from the north Ran came, obscuring the original green field.

Mao Ji is comfortably riding on the back of a horse. Squinting his eyes to look ahead, the sky is high and the sun is shining.

"Report ~~ General, ten miles ahead is the Chang She."

Changshe? Mao Ji eyes swept through a trace of cold flame, abruptly turned back, only to see behind the smoke and dust, raging iron flow, the Han army generals dense figure like a sea of smoke. The red cherry on the helmet converged into a red ocean, bright colors shine, burning up suffocating aura of slaughter.

"Report~~"

Another scout horse came from the front with a roll of smoke and dust.

"General, a large group of Yellow Turban bandits were found 20 miles ahead!"

Mao Ji heard the words and asked, "How many bandits are there?"

"There are more than 50,000 people! Divided into five teams, the front team has the largest number of people, there are more than 20,000 people!"

"Fifty thousand heads?" Mao Ji's face swept a trace of greedy and cruel killing machine, long voice bellowed, "Beat the drum, line up, prepare for the battle~~"

"Dang~"

"Dang~"

Stimulating to the point of making the blood wap! Zi! The sound of war drums rose up in the night, and Mao Ji's general orders were passed down like water. Under the officer's reprimand, the advance of the Han army soldiers to stop, and then to the two flanks slowly unfolded, less than a quarter of an hour, has been arranged into battle formation, heavy infantry in front, light infantry in the middle, archers, supply units in the rear, only a few hundred light cavalry divided into two teams, protecting the flanks of the army.

......

Mao Ji's Han army went 20 miles south.

An eagle whistled and swept through the long sky. Coldly overlooking the face, searching for any possible prey.

On the ground. Smoke and dust, the green field has long been covered by a sea of endless yellow scarves, five huge and not very regular place block is like a tidal wave swept through, winding for dozens of miles, each yellow square are by ants marching like a dense human convergence, the green field is constantly swallowed, rolling smoke and dust in their feet up in the sky.

"Swoosh~"

A sharp arrow cut through the sky, accurately shot the eagle's breast, the eagle whistled, from the sky fluttering wings fall, a strong and powerful arm out of the air, the eagle a clutch in the hand.

"Hahahaha~~"

Bo Wu threw the eagle to the guards behind him and sped his horse forward, the smoke and dust rose from under his horse's hoofs, and his passion was burning in his chest.

"Whinnying, whinnying, whinnying..."

Bo Wu fiercely strangled the reins of the horse, the war horse hissed sadly and stood up, the hind legs stirred a series of several kicks to stop the momentum, Bo Wu forcefully pulled the horse's head, squinted his two eyes to look behind him, only to see the 20,000-odd Yellow Turban soldiers are converging into a huge army formation, sweeping over the mountains and fields.

Liao Hua, Peng Tuo, you can stay behind and eat the dust! Bo Wu looked awe-inspiring, his eyes swept a trace of viciousness, after this battle, this Yingchuan Grand Commander should also be replaced, right?

"Report~~"

A scout horse came galloping in.

Bo Wu's face sank, cold voice said: "Speak!"

"General, the Han army has been spotted five miles ahead!"

"How many men are there?"

"Five thousand men!"

"Only five thousand?" A contemptuous smile swept across Bo Wu's face and he said indifferently, "There is no need to wait for Sun Zhong and Liao Hua. Today, I will tell Ma Yue with a great victory that I am not as unbeatable as he thinks! I did not fall out with his 800 stragglers. I'm just giving him face for the sake of being a Yellow Turban! Pass my general's order, launch an attack immediately, the whole army advances ~~"

"Wooo~~"

The chaotic bull horn sounded one after another, resounding through the long sky, the slow-moving yellow turban bandits gradually accelerated their pace, chaotic sweeping towards the north.

......

The yellow turban army of Bo Wu further south 20 miles, a shallow creek, a blood-colored banner fluttering in the wind, under the flag, a large black pressed neat army formation stood solemnly. The sullen murderous aura stirred between heaven and earth, and the pervasive heavy atmosphere almost caused the river to break its flow.

The field is silent, only the war horse from time to time issued a burst of nasal sound, looks extraordinarily slaughter cold.

"Report~~"

A rapid sound of hoofbeats suddenly sounded, a ride like flying, from the front gallop, harsh long trumpet sound cut through the silence of the long sky.

"Big chief, Bo Wu disobeyed the order, did not wait for Liao Hua, Peng Tuo, Sun Zhong, Bian Xi and other troops to converge, has launched an attack on the Han army without permission."

Pei Yuan Shao frowned. In a deep voice, he said, "This Bo Wu, really abominable!"

The corners of Ma Yue's mouth flashed a cold smile and said in a deep voice: "Got it, probe again!"

"Yes, sir!"

The scouting horse promised, turned on his horse and sped away.

Guo Tu cautiously walked up to Ma Yue and whispered, "Big chief. Although Bo Wu's men have 20,000 people, they are mostly a rabble, so I'm afraid they are no match for Mao Ji's Han army. ......"

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing. Thinking of this. Guo Tu's heart became more and more awe-inspiring, and his respect for Ma Yue was heavier by one point.

......

The two eyes of the Mao class were suddenly opened, only to see the vast horizon in front of them with rolling smoke and dust rushing up from the night, ants like the yellow turban bandits are sweeping from the horizon.

"Finally to start?"

Mao Ji whispered to himself, the corners of his mouth blossomed into a cold smile.

The order-bearer who had been standing beside Mao Ji quickly raised the order flag in his hand high and waved it twice, and in a moment, the entire Han army was running in an orderly manner like a huge machine.

"Heavy infantry ~~ advance ~~"

"Shields up~"

"Boom!"

500 heavily armored infantry lined up in five columns of more than 100 men each. They sprinted forward hundreds of steps, then heaved the heavy shields in their hands toward the top. With a loud boom, five cold walls had been built to protect the light infantry and archers in the rear.

"Archers~~advance~~"

More than 1000 archers crossed the light infantry at a trot and came to form up behind the heavy infantry shield wall.

"Longbows ready~~"

The archers' expressions were indifferent as they untied the longbows on their backs and placed them at their sides, and one cold gaze was directed to the officer standing in front of the line. The officer was facing the line with a cold expression, staring at the rear of the line with the light from the corner of his eyes, standing at the side of Mao Ji, waiting for the order from Mao Ji.

......

"Kill~~"

The yellow turban soldiers have thrown their legs and waved the dung forks and wooden sticks in their hands, and swept past Bo Wu, like a tidal wave, towards the Han army waiting in front.

"Kill ~"

"Kill~~"

"Kill~~~"

The yellow turban army shouting killing sound a wave higher than a wave, only a moment, from the Han army formation is only a thousand paces away, that the mountain overturned the sea momentum let the rear of the Han army many have never been on the battlefield volunteer soldiers began to suck back cold air. But the front line of the Han army heavy armor infantry but the tidal wave of roaming over the yellow turban bandits as if ignored. They are all veterans of a hundred battles, and have long been used to the Yellow Turban army's power, although it looks amazing, but only need a little blow, they can make them lose their armor and flee.

After the heavy armor infantry formation, the archers formation also remained unchanged, arrows have been on the string. Bows were drawn in their hands, and the archers looked coldly and blankly ahead, waiting quietly. Waiting for that cold command.

"Kill~"

The yellow turban bandits shouting and killing sound has been close at hand, more than 5,000 Han army soldiers between the ears filled with their fervent shouting, the sky between no other sound, only that flood of noise, thousands of hungry good people, like tens of thousands of anxious rabbits, have revealed that a few not sharp teeth, also want to try to bite people.

One Thousand Steps ......

Five hundred steps ......

Two hundred steps ......

One hundred paces!

Han army rear line, standing at the side of Mao Ji's messenger will be in the hands of the triangle flag fiercely waved down, stand in front of the archers line of officers did not hesitate to raise the subway sword fiercely cut down. Almost at the same time, a mournful howl resounded through the army formation, surprisingly overshadowing the flood-like noise, and clearly sent into the ears of every Han archer.

"Release the arrows~~"

In a flash, more than a thousand sharp wolf tooth arrows broke through the air and flew more than a hundred paces in the air before spreading into a vast expanse, falling from the sky like raindrops, carrying a sharp whistle. In an instant, they descended on the heads of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Poof~"

A wolf tooth arrow coldly drilled into the skull of a yellow turban bandit, the sharp arrow cluster penetrated from his chin, with crimson blood dripping from the arrow cluster, this arrow actually penetrated the entire cranial cavity. The yellow turban thief with inertia ran forward two steps, and then fell straight down in the.

"Uh ah ~ help me ~ ~"

A yellow turban thief rolled down in the hissing howl of misery, hands painfully clutching their thighs. A feather was exposed, and crimson blood was spilling out along his fingers, but his cry for help was not heard at all, countless yellow turban bandits still came like a tidal wave, and unstoppably stepped on him, and soon, the yellow turban bandits were silent.

"Phew~"

"Shoo~~"

"shoo~~"

Round after round of arrow rain relentlessly poured down from the sky, lack of defensive equipment yellow turban bandits completely unable to withstand the arrow rain attack, like cut down wheat, one by one fell down. In just a few moments, the wilderness was filled with the bodies of the Yellow Turban Bandits, and more people fell in a pool of blood, wailing for help ......

A short distance of more than a hundred paces became a distant journey that most of the yellow turban bandits could never cross in their lifetime!

Only a few lucky ones escaped the rain of arrows and rushed to the front of the shield formation of the Han army's heavily armored infantry, but they were not enough to shake the shield wall of the Han army, one yellow turban bandit tried to break the shield of the Han army with his shoulder, a sharp spear from the gap between the shield like a viper stabbed out. The spear stabbed him in the abdomen and quickly retracted after making a huge bloody hole in his abdomen. The yellow turban thief's body paused for a moment, and then howled like a wounded beast, crimson blood was spurting out from the wound like a fountain.

A yellow turban bandit howled and leaped over the shield wall, but before he could land, three sharp spears came through at the same time and nailed his figure in the air.

Dozens of yellow turban bandits who managed to escape the rain of arrows were soon killed by the Han army's heavily armored infantry.

The Yellow Turban bandits in front of them kept falling down with arrows, lying on the ground and wailing in pain. Like a plague spread, and I do not know who first led the ground, the yellow turban bandits began to retreat back, and then soon turned into a flight ......

"No retreat, no escape ~ ~ retreat without permission, kill without amnesty ~ ~"

Bo Wu straddled the horse, hissing and roaring, while roaring and viciously waving the subway sword in his hand, struggling to kill two yellow turban bandits fleeing from his side, but his personal efforts are no longer enough to change the situation of the rout, no one is willing to obey his orders, this moment, everyone only wants to escape.

"Order the whole army, no pursuit, re-formation, prepare to meet the next Yellow Turban bandits!"

The rear of the Han army, Mao Ji face swept a cold smile, this is the yellow turban bandits! Mao Ji is familiar with the Yellow Turban Bandits! Mao Ji's cold words fell, the messenger has already raised a triangular banner high.

......

"Report ~~ Bo Wu's troops are defeated.

"Report ~ ~ Liao Hua's department is defeated.

"Report ~ ~ Peng Tuo's department is defeated.

"Report: Bian Xi's men are routed without defeat. They are coming to Shang Shui and the Han army is following them."

The news of the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army in the front came like water, Ma Yue looked gloomy. And not because the four yellow turban army has been defeated and show a trace of color, yellow turban bandits are always just yellow turban bandits, even if the capture of more cities, won more small-scale battles, they are just yellow turban bandits.

Pei Yuan Shao eyes abruptly swept a trace of cloudy, not without worry to Ma Yue said: "Bo Qi, it seems that this Han army fighting force is still quite strong, although the other side is infantry but there are 5,000 people, although our army is cavalry but only a thousand people, is not first temporarily avoid the front. The other side is infantry but there are five thousand of them.

Ma Yue's expression is deep, the extreme eyes, the slanting sun in the west, the wilderness is pale, there is a faint bull horn sound across the long sky, although distant but clearly audible, the Han army ~ ~ finally appeared? The strong killing machine suddenly from Ma Yue black eyes flowed out, like a beast of prey scent, revealing the hideous fangs.

"Drink~"

Ma Yue gently hold the belly of the horse, crotch war horse shook his head and snorted, stepping forward with broken steps.

"Drink~"

"Drink~"

The eight hundred stragglers followed the horses one after another. The sound of shouting, the sound of weapons clashing, the sound of armor rubbing suddenly resounded into a blaze, the chaotic sound of hoof beats shattered the silence of the riverside, splashing up the grass wrapped in dust, with the wind gradually raised gradually ......

"Ha!"

Ma Yue shouted, the war horse head a whinny, began to accelerate. Behind Ma Yue, Zhou Cang hand-held the blood-colored banner, as the shadow of the line, pledged to follow, under the blood-colored banner, eight hundred stragglers have galloped, in a flash, more than a thousand elite horsemen converged into a vast iron flow, swept towards the north, chaotic hoof trampling over the place, a large piece of wreckage.

......

"Kill. Kill ah ~ ~"

Mao Ji's chest wariness stirred, curved horse raised sword, running in the open field, more than a hundred light cavalry followed around, chopping and killing the yellow turban bandits fleeing around, the yellow turban bandits have been defeated, the Han army won the first battle! In a short time, the whole Yingchuan yellow turban bandits will be killed, and he, Mao Ji's name will also be and left, right general Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song's name. Together with the left and right general Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song, the name will spread all over Luoyang.

"Kill, kill all these rebels ~ ~ ten heads reward money consistent ~ ~"

Mao Ji shouted. Abruptly turn around, in addition to 500 after the supply wagons, the remaining 4500 troops are roaming the hills of the cover to kill, like a raging flood rolled over the big, countless fleeing yellow turban bandits are like mole crickets drowned in the sea of the Han army. These poor peasants will soon offer up a blood-dripping head to become a proof of reward for the Han soldiers.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~~~"

Three short and one long, peculiar bull horn sounded suddenly from the front, the loud and clear sound of the horn crossed the distant void and was clearly sent into Mao Ji's ears, Mao Ji strained the reins of his horse, looked around and said, "Where is the sound of the horn?"

A junior colonel listened with his side ears for a moment and said in a gruff voice, "My lord, the trumpets are coming from ahead."

"Look, a big blood-colored flag!" A sharp-eyed junior colonel suddenly screamed, "Cavalry, it's a cavalry!"

Cavalry!

Mao Ji's heart beat violently, hand on the cool tent to look ahead, only to see the distant ground on the horizon really rose a heavy black line, is slowly creeping, in front of that black line, there is really a bright red flag, although far apart, but can still feel its hunting and waving majestic posture.

Only a few moments of work, that wriggling black line will become much thicker.

Mao Ji heart swept through a cloud of darkness, asked in a deep voice: "The front cavalry army is as many as a thousand horses, such a size of the cavalry army approaching our army within 10 miles, so far the enemy is not distinguished from friends, is not ridiculous, why the delay in the scouting horses to report?"

An officer anxiously beat his horse and said to Mao Ji: "Your Excellency, I just remembered that several horses have not returned, and I am afraid they have been killed, so I have not reported."

Mao Ji made a colorful face and said, "Since you have not returned after the time, why didn't you report earlier?"

The officer said with a trembling voice: "The officer was negligent, please punish him."

Mao Ji said in a stern voice: "It's just that. This matter can be discussed later, according to this situation, it seems that this cavalry is an enemy, not a friend. I just don't know when the bandits have such a size of cavalry army? It's really shocking! Immediately pass my general order, the whole army stop chasing, on the formation, prepare for the battle ~ ~"

The bleak horn sounded, is chasing the Yellow Turban remnants of the Han army soldiers although the heart has reluctance, but do not dare to disobey the military orders, only to have to close the formation, in the wilderness began to regroup, but ...... everything is already too late! Almost the Mao class military order, the rumble of thunder will break the sky. All of a sudden, there is no other sound between the sky.

That thick black line, has long been transformed into hundreds of iron horsemen, beacon smoke, horse neighing in the air, towards the chaotic Han army swept over like a shocking wave! Fear like poisonous grass in the hearts of the Han soldiers, they are not ignorant yellow turban bandits, many of their veterans have witnessed the power of the Xilang iron cavalry charge, that crush everything strong, can not be resisted by the wooden shields in the hands of infantry waist knife.

This iron cavalry is definitely not the Xilang cavalry, but they are more powerful than ever!

In front of the iron cavalry formation. The blood-colored banner was flying strongly.

"Eight hundred stragglers!"

A Han junior colonel howled hoarsely, his voice trembling, Mao Ji's heart thumped, wolf-like eyes from his eyes, viciously stared at the front of the big bloody flag fluttering almost flaunting, on which was really embroidered "eight hundred stragglers" four big strong words.

Eight hundred stragglers! This is the legendary eight hundred stragglers! That captured the great general He Jin's father. The 800 stragglers who captured the father of the great general He Jin and captured the heavily fortified Wancheng? When did they come to Yingchuan? When did they become cavalry? Mao Ji had too many question marks in his head, but in an instant they all turned into burning killing intent.

A golden opportunity! As long as the infamous bandits were destroyed in one battle, Mao Ji's name would spread throughout the Han Empire! In a trance, Mao Ji felt that the title of famous general was beckoning to him.

"This is just a group of stragglers! The eight hundred stragglers are just a bunch of rabble, unable to deal a blow!" Mao Ji's loud roar rang out in the air, and the rumbling of hooves could not cover his sharp voice, "All soldiers, listen to the order, lancers advance and form a horse-resisting formation. Heavy armor infantry in the middle of the protection, archers ~ ~ quickly replenish arrows!"

An officer cautiously responded, "My lord, the supply chain is still behind, arrows can not be replenished for the time being."

Mao Ji froze fiercely for a moment, and then shouted, "Spearmen advance~~"

More than two thousand spearmen came forward in a chaotic rush, forming an incomplete horse-rejecting formation, putting up a sharp spear, with the cold glittering spearheads pointing forward, converging into a dense forest of death.

"The Han army is mighty~~ Advance~~"

"The might of the Han army~"

"The might of the Han army~"

"The might of the Han army~~"

Mao Ji waved his iron sword forward with force. The Han lancers shouted loud and clear slogans and stepped forward slowly at a haphazard pace. They came up to the raging bandits' iron cavalry. Most of these Han soldiers are veterans of bloodshed, and countless killings and bloody battles have taught them that on the battlefield, the only way to stay alive is to not be afraid of death!

"Rumble~~"

The two armies were less than 500 paces apart, and without the need for an officer's order, the Han lancers had already crouched down short, with only the spears in their hands stabbing straight into the void. Closer, closer, the Han soldiers could even clearly see the fierce expression on the faces of the cavalrymen.

However, without warning, the galloping forward cavalry suddenly split from the middle, splitting into two strands, like waves splitting, cutting diagonally into the two flanks of the Han army, the Han army spear soldiers can only stand by and watch the cavalry run past in front of them, but can do nothing.

Han army rear line, Mao Ji eyebrows jumped, this ~ ~ seems not he is familiar with the usual tactics of the Xilang iron cavalry! In Mao Ji's impression, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry always charged from the front with a strong riding formation, crushing all the recalcitrant enemies into pieces, but this group of rogue cavalry, what kind of tricks are they playing?

"Abet~"

"Abet~"

"Abet~"

While Mao Ji and the Han soldiers were in doubt, sharp whistles pierced the sky, and rows of sharp javelins were thrown from the hands of the cavalrymen, cutting a cold and strange arc in the air, dragging a deathly whistle and descending coldly on the heads of the Han soldiers.

"Throwing spear! How dare they be throwing spears!

Mao Ji was astonished, these damned pirates actually came up with the idea of throwing spears on horseback! Even a strong wooden shield could not stop the piercing of a spear when it was thrown at the speed of a war horse, let alone a lance soldier lacking shield protection. Although Mao Ji had never seen a cavalryman using a lance, he realized the terrible power of this tactic at first.

Han A watched in horror as a lance fell from the sky, the sharp three-pronged tip of the lance rapidly enlarged before his eyes, and before he knew it, the lance had already pierced his left eye and penetrated his entire head, bringing his body down and nailing him to the ground.

Han soldier B, a veteran, saw that the situation was not good, and instinctively grabbed Han soldier C to block himself, but he forgot that it was not an arrow, but a spear! A sharp lance with the coldness of death broke through the air and easily pierced through the chest cavity of both men with the crisp sound of flesh and bone.

Massacre!

A complete massacre!

The lack of wooden shields and the lack of archers to cover the Han spearmen became the best target for the 800 stragglers to practice their spear throwing. The 800 stragglers galloped back and forth around the Han spearmen, throwing them repeatedly until every straggler had finished throwing all four spears before Mao Ji remembered to order a retreat. ......

However, the attack of the eight hundred bandits had just begun!

"Roar oooo~~~"

The sound of horns sounded again, Mao Ji came to his senses from the chagrin and frenzy, and was about to organize the Han army to form up again when his eyes inadvertently swept past the front, and the next moment, his face was already pale, and endless fear was flowing out from his eyes!

What the hell is this? Is it a cavalry too!

All the Han soldiers still alive felt the inexplicable cold from the depths of their souls, including the injured spearmen in front of the line, some dragging their legs pierced by the spears, some even had two spears stuck in their backs, but as long as they still had a breath, they desperately wanted to crawl back to their own line, not wanting to stay in front of the line for another moment, not wanting to face those devils from the hell! ......

"Hulloo~~"

The sound of the war horse's nostrils rang out again, and this time, it sounded extra heavy.