"Lord, the situation is not good!"
Cheng Pu hurriedly reminded Sun Jian as he watched his cavalry fall from their horses.
The mournful army will win.
The slaughter of the Yellow Turban army's old and weak had caused them to accumulate a lot of resentment in their extreme panic. Now, after Zhou Cheng's arrival, this resentment had completely erupted and transformed into a fearless fighting force.
Even the elite soldiers could not resist this group of lunatics.
After all, the number of moth bandits was ten times that of the soldiers.
Unless they were driven out into the wilderness, they would be chased down one by one by the warhorses.
Sun Jian gripped the ancient ingot knife tightly. He finally understood why he was feeling uneasy.
In the past, although the Yellow Turban Army was led by the three brothers, Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang, they only knew a few spells and were not good at leading troops in battle. Moreover, once they suffered a setback, they would retreat, and under the relentless pursuit of the government troops, the Yellow Turban army would collapse.
However, Zhou Cheng was different. He was a rare fierce general in the Yellow Turban Army.
Although he was young, the Yellow Turban Army's imposing manner was completely brought to life by him. He did not care about casualties at all. He wanted to fight to the death with you. This imposing manner was really scary.
On the other hand, their morale was completely suppressed by Zhou Cheng alone.
"Retreat!"
Sun Jian was a war hero who was not afraid of death. However, it did not mean that he was a boorish man. The Yellow Turban soldiers were in an imposing manner, and the situation was not favorable for them. The best way was to retreat temporarily.
One burst of energy, two bursts of energy, three bursts of energy.
He would temporarily avoid the enemy's sharp edge and wait until tomorrow to meet up with the infantry of Yang City before defeating the enemy!
"Retreat!"
"Retreat quickly!"
"Brothers, retreat!"
Cheng Pu, Han Dang, Zu Mao, and the others shouted at the top of their lungs.
After all, Sun Jian's troops were elites. After hearing the order to retreat, they immediately left the battle and wanted to break out of the stronghold to the west.
Sun Jian, Cheng Pu, and the others were still at the front, trying to force their way out.
However, to the west of the camp, a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers holding five-meter-long poles were gradually approaching.
The five-meter-long poles formed a barricade.
Moreover, there were old and weak soldiers holding wooden shields among the long poles. They were responsible for raising their shields to block the arrows and protect the soldiers holding the long poles.
Although it was a simple combination of soldiers, unless Sun Jian had heavy sword-shield infantrymen or heavy armored cavalry, it would be very difficult for pure cavalry to break through this spear formation.
Of course, it was not impossible to break the formation, but many of Sun Jian's 2000 elite cavalry would die here tonight.
Although Sun Jian was reluctant to part with them since there were still many disciples recruited by Fuchun, he knew that if he did not pay the price, the loss tonight might be even greater.
The group of old, weak, women, and children, who were the least threatening, had already turned into ghosts. They would tear them apart and chew them up even if they had to use their teeth!
"Lord, Darong will break the formation for you!"
After Zu Mao finished speaking, he charged towards the spear formation without hesitation.
The warhorses crashed heavily into the spear formation. The old and weak standing at the front were sent flying, and the long poles pierced into the warhorses.
At the same time, Sun Jian roared and led Huang Gai and the other guards to charge at the spear formation.
Although many cavalrymen were knocked off their horses by the spear formation, and some warhorses even fell in front of the formation, the spear formation was still forcefully broken through.
Especially Sun Jian, he was especially eye-catching in the dark.
Sun Jian was wearing a tattered silver armor and a red turban on his head. He rode on his horse and followed behind Zu Mao, charging into the spear formation.
Although Zu Mao's warhorse had been killed by the spear formation and he had fallen off his warhorse, he still stood up and waved the two sabers in his hands, frantically slashing at the Yellow Turban soldiers around him.
The two sabers flew about, and in a short while, there were more than ten corpses on the ground.
Sun Jian was even crazier. He rode his horse into the spear formation and roared like a tiger and an ape, causing everyone's eardrums to buzz. Then, he waved his ancient ingot knife and slashed and killed.
Huang Gai, Cheng Pu, and the others were equally valiant. In front of them, the Yellow Turban Army responsible for blocking the enemy was simply unable to withstand a single blow.
Even Lieutenant Xu Gan was beheaded by Sun Jian.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng saw Sun Jian and the others trying to break the formation, so he urged his horse to chase after them. At the same time, he shook his spear and shouted,"Where is the sick cat of Jiangdong, X Wentai? Do you dare to fight me?”
Sun Jian, who was fighting with the Yellow Turban in the west, turned his head to look after hearing this.
Zhou Cheng actually pushed aside the old and weak under his command and chased after them aggressively.
"Brat, don't be so arrogant!"
Sun Jian was furious. He had fallen into an ambush tonight and lost so many disciples. He was filled with anger and wanted nothing more than to kill Zhou Cheng immediately.
Thus, Sun Jian turned his horse around and brandished his ancient ingot saber, ready to fight Zhou Cheng.
However, Cheng Pu's mind was still very calm. He hurriedly persuaded Sun Jian, saying,""My lord, this is the moth thief's provocation. You must not fall for it!”
Huang Gai also advised,"My Lord, retreat to Yangcheng for now. We'll gather the army tomorrow and kill this thief!"”
"I'm so angry!"
Sun Jian's eyes widened. He then took out his Magpie Painting Bow, nocked an arrow, and shot it at Zhou Cheng.
Whoosh!
The arrow that Sun Jian released was aimed at Zhou Cheng's mount.
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