Sun Jian and his subordinates were indeed elites.
Xu Kang, Jiang Feng, Deng Hui, Chen Rui, and Xu Yue had led five thousand strong men, and under the charge of two thousand cavalrymen, six to seven hundred of them had been killed or injured. The number of old and weak who had been killed was countless, and only twenty cavalrymen had fallen from their horses.
However, the good news was that after paying such a heavy price, the cavalry's charge finally stopped.
Moreover, in order to chase after the old and weak who were fleeing in all directions, these two thousand cavalrymen had already dispersed.
If 2,000 cavalrymen were to gather together, then a charge in the wilderness would indeed be terrifying. However, in the camp, space was limited, and it was not suitable for cavalrymen to charge recklessly.
In addition, after the cavalry scattered, the impact force was obviously weakened. This was the buffer zone that Zhou Cheng had exchanged for with his life.
Sun Jian still didn't notice the problem. In his opinion, the enemy's behavior was reasonable.
Although Zhou Cheng had killed Zhu Rong and shocked the entire court, he was only fifteen years old. The soldiers under his command were all scattered Yellow Turban soldiers who had been chased by the government army, as well as civilians who had been kidnapped from everywhere.
How could such a motley crew fight against two thousand elite cavalry?
The more Sun Jian killed, the more satisfied he became. He casually waved his ancient ingot knife and his head fell to the ground.
Cheng Pu, Han Dang, Zu Mao and the other generals were also excited to kill.
Unknowingly, there were already thousands of corpses in the camp.
"Don't kill us, we were all captured by them.”
"Let us go."
An old man with a head full of white hair and a peasant woman holding a four or five-year-old child knelt down and begged.
However, the butcher's knife still fell. The head fell to the ground and rolled. Those unwilling eyes did not close for a long time.
Zhou Cheng did not lie to them. The government troops did not want prisoners.
Moreover, the Right Middle General Zhu Xi was killed. If he didn't suppress it with blood and cut off more of the moth bandits 'heads, how could he subdue the world?
Liu Yong led the Boulder Camp to guard the commander's tent. They were like a wall, desperately blocking the cavalry's charge.
If Liu Yong and the others had not fallen, the Yellow Turban in charge of luring the enemy in the camp would have long been killed to the point of being terrified.
Wuuu…
At this moment, a deep horn sounded.
Bang! Bang!
The sound of cannons could be heard from all directions.
Dong dong dong!
The beating of the war drums was very rapid, causing Sun Jian and the others who were fighting in the camp to be temporarily stunned on the spot.
Before they could figure out the situation, they heard a loud roar.
"Kill them!"
His voice was like thunder, shocking everyone. Even Sun Jian's warhorse was shocked. The soldiers beside Cheng Pu and the others hurriedly pulled on their reins and almost fell off their horses.
"Who is it?"
Sun Jian's eyes widened as he gripped the ancient ingot saber tightly. He felt a trace of unease in his heart. When he was chasing He Yi alone, he was seriously injured and fell off his horse, but he did not panic at all.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng was holding an iron spear and riding a horse, leading the charge into the main gate.
The Daybreak Cavalry followed closely behind Zhou Cheng.
At the same time, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers were shouting 'Kill Sun Jian',' Kill Sun Jian'.
Sun Jian and the others turned their horses around and looked around. They saw torches everywhere in the camp.
A group of cavalrymen charged out from the flames.
The leader was wearing a sleeveless armor with a yellow cloth covering his forehead. He held a black iron spear in his hand and rode on a red warhorse. Under the glow of the fire, he looked murderous.
It was Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng rode his horse at the front. Although his riding skills were still very average, he did not have the time to care so much.
In front of him was Sun Jian, the Tiger of River East, and his two thousand elite cavalry.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng's heartbeat sped up. An indescribable excitement made him grip the iron spear in his hand tightly.
"Giddyup!"
Sun Jian's cavalry immediately surrounded them.
However, in the blink of an eye, Zhou Cheng stabbed twice with his spear and knocked the two riders off their horses.
Following that, dozens of riders charged over.
"Those who block me will die!"
However, Zhou Cheng did not take them seriously. Those who were closer to him were directly stabbed to death, while those who were further away were directly swept past. Those who wanted to surround Zhou Cheng were swept by Zhou Cheng's spear. Accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, their armor was shattered, and they were trampled into meat paste after falling off their horses!
He had seen Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and the others charging into the enemy's formation.
At that time, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the others had entered a deserted place and killed the Yellow Turban soldiers like pigs and dogs. The confidence and dominance in their eyes naturally made people fear them.
Zhou Cheng was about the same now. He had been reborn at the end of the Han Dynasty and had joined the Yellow Turban Army for a long time. He had killed countless people and had no lack of killing intent. After the battle with Guan Yu, his confidence had exploded. More than a month ago, the moment he personally cut off Zhu Xiong's head, this confidence had reached its peak.
In his previous life, he only lacked confidence and courage.
Now that he was in a desperate situation, in order to survive, he would even dare to fight Lu Bu, the God of War, let alone Sun Jian, the Tiger of River East.
"There's such a fierce general among the moth bandits!”
Sun Jian stared at Zhou Cheng. He believed that the young general in the distance was Zhou Cheng, the one who killed Zhu Rong.
In less than a few minutes, Zhou Cheng led a large group of Yellow Turbans into the camp and had already killed more than a hundred cavalry.
One soldier is a bear, and the general is a bear.
"If you don't want to die, follow the canal marshal and fight the dog army!”
"Kill the soldiers!"
"Let's go all out!"
The Yellow Turban, who had just been slaughtered like pigs and dogs, now followed Zhou Cheng and began to fight the soldiers to the death.
A young Yellow Turban, only twelve or thirteen years old, had his mother killed by the soldiers to protect him. His head was still hanging on the horse. Now, he picked up the spear on the ground, completely forgetting his rationality, and crazily stabbed at the cavalry on the horse.
A peasant woman put down a five or six-year-old child in her arms, raised a wooden stick, and smashed it fiercely on the head of a cavalryman. Immediately, his head bled.
The farmer woman did not stop until the officers 'brains were smashed and unrecognizable.
"Kill the soldiers!"
"Kill these dog soldiers!"
Hatred brewed in the slaughter. From being slaughtered to resisting with all his might, the bloodlust and brutality that existed in his bones erupted when he was forced to the limit.
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