Sun Jian personally led the remaining two hundred cavalrymen and charged at the front.
Dong dong dong!
The nine-foot-tall strongman behind him beat the war drum with all his might.
The morale of the soldiers soared!
On the other hand, the Yellow Turban Army's current momentum was somewhat low.
After all, he had killed so many lieutenants, so it was normal for him to be depressed. Fortunately, Zhou Cheng was still alive and had the upper hand in the battle with Sun Jian. Otherwise, the Yellow Turban Army might have been defeated.
Zhou Cheng returned to the formation and saw that the government troops were about to enter within 50 steps. He shouted,"Divine Martial Camp, release your arrows!"
Although there were 2,000 archers, the accuracy and density of their arrows were not satisfactory.
However, it was better to catch than to shoot accurately.
Sun Jian led his troops to charge forward, and the bodies of the soldiers collided with the arrows.
"Prepare the stones!" Zhou Cheng continued to shout.”
The Yellow Turban soldiers immediately took out fist-sized stones from their cloth bags.
After last night's experiment, the Yellow Turban soldiers found that it was easier to use stones than knives and spears, and it was also easier to kill the government troops. Moreover, stones were easy to obtain and convenient to carry.
When the soldiers were within ten steps of him, Zhou Cheng shouted,"Throw a rock!"
In an instant, thousands of stones were thrown out.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sword-shield soldiers raised their shields to block the rocks and arrows, but the spearmen behind them were not so lucky.
The cavalrymen at the front were even worse off. They were the first to be hit by the rocks and arrows.
Although the rocks and arrows did not cause any obvious damage to the soldiers, it was enough for Zhou Cheng.
Because the charging speed of the soldiers had slowed down.
Zhou Cheng continued to shout,"Boulder Battalion and spear formation, push forward!”
At this moment, the soldiers were less than five meters away from Boulder Camp.
"Advance!"
Liu Yong roared. The Yellow Turban soldiers raised their shields and fearlessly faced Sun Jian's cavalry.
And behind Boulder Camp, there was also the spear formation.
The five-meter-long pole instantly stabbed more than ten cavalrymen off their horses.
Warhorses neighed, and more cavalrymen fell off their horses.
"Kill them all! Kill all the soldiers!" Zhou Cheng shouted.”
"Kill them!"
"Charge!"
Under the urging of the lieutenants, the Yellow Turban army of nearly one hundred thousand men began to charge forward. The entire army pressed forward as if they were going to crush Sun Jian's troops.
" Circle Formation!!!"
Sun Jian's reaction wasn't slow. He had suffered a loss last night.
Although he didn't know what method Zhou Cheng had used, he knew that this group of weaklings was indeed not easy to deal with after having an absolute advantage in numbers.
However, Sun Jian only had cavalry last night, but it was different now. Sun Jian had brought along sword-shieldmen, archers, and catapults hidden in the formation. He already had a way to defeat the enemy.
Flags swayed, shields and wagons quickly formed a circle.
This was the power of the northern army. After a long period of training, they could adjust their formation in the shortest time possible to deal with sudden situations on the battlefield, unlike the Yellow Turban Army, which would immediately collapse once they encountered a defeat.
Zhou Cheng rode on his horse and saw the officers and soldiers in formation. As the Yellow Turban Army under his command attacked the formation, people were constantly killed by the officers and soldiers 'spears.
Flesh and blood charged at the shield, and the end result was that the infantrymen behind the shield mercilessly stabbed them to death with their spears.
The arrows and rocks of the Divine Martial Camp could not pose a threat to the soldiers in the circular formation.
The spear formation was also unable to break through the defense of the circular formation.
On the other hand, the bows and arrows of the officers and soldiers kept shooting at the Yellow Turban soldiers, and the kerosene and stones thrown by the catapults caused huge casualties to the Yellow Turban soldiers.
There was a sea of fire and a rain of arrows.
In less than half an hour, the Yellow Turban Army had suffered more than ten thousand casualties.
Sun Jian's formation was like a meat grinder, slowing down the Yellow Turban Army's offensive.
They were all flesh and blood raised by their parents. Who would do something as stupid as hitting an egg against a rock?
This scene made Zhou Cheng understand that if he wanted to make a difference in this era, he needed helpers. Civil officials who could help him plan and plan, generals who could become his right-hand men in battle, and soldiers who had strict military discipline and strictly enforced orders.
Of course, he didn't have any of these now. He could only rely on himself to turn the tide of the battle.
"Daybreak Rider, follow me!" Zhou Cheng shouted.”
Zhou Cheng gathered all the cavalry.
Sun Jian was in the formation and saw Zhou Cheng leading all the cavalry.
"What does the moth thief want?" Cheng Pu asked with a frown.”
"Do you want to use cavalry to charge into the formation?" Han Dang asked with a smile.”
"If we rely solely on cavalry, it's like hitting a rock with an egg." Huang Gai said.”
"This day next year will be the death anniversary of the thief!" Sun Jian's eyes turned cold as he snorted coldly.”
In his opinion, other than being strong and quick-witted, Zhou Cheng did not understand the art of war at all. His martial arts were also very ordinary.
Zhou Cheng divided the Daybreak Cavalry into two parts and said,""Mount the Divine Martial Camp and prepare kerosene!”
"Yes, sir!" The archers of the Divine Martial Camp each carried a can of kerosene in their hands, and this was their first time mounting a warhorse.
When the kerosene was ready, Zhou Cheng immediately shouted,""Daybreak Knights, charge with me!"
After saying that, Zhou Cheng led the Daybreak Knights and charged towards the enemy formation.
"Move aside!"
"Move aside!"
Seeing the Daybreak Cavalry charging over, a Yellow Turban lieutenant had already warned the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers to immediately make way.
"Boor."
When Sun Jian saw that Zhou Cheng wanted to rely on the cavalry to break the formation, his expression became even more disdainful.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng was riding on his Cyan Mane Horse and directly crashed into the shields of the soldiers. The moment the shields collided with the shields, the warhorse was pierced into pieces by the spears. Zhou Cheng held his iron spear and jumped up. He jumped over the shield and charged at the soldiers behind it.
The spear swept across, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten soldiers were killed.
At the same time, more cavalrymen crashed into the shields. Although they were not as brave as Zhou Cheng and could not jump behind the shields, they still managed to make a hole with the speed of their horses.
Even though these people and warhorses were all killed by the spears, it created an opportunity for the companions behind them.
The cavalrymen behind them all carried kerosene.
As the kerosene was thrown into the formation, many soldiers were burned by the fire. Sun Jian's army was thrown into chaos.
"Kill!"
"If you want to survive, follow the canal marshal and kill the soldiers!”
"Even the canal marshal isn't afraid of death, so what are we afraid of?”
"Kill! I don't want my life anymore!"
"Fight with the soldiers!"
The army formation was in chaos. The Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding the army formation rushed forward, ignoring the arrows and rushing into the formation in a sea of fire.
Cheng Pu stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth agape. He had never thought that Zhou Cheng would actually do such a crazy thing. He actually took the lead and charged into the formation.
If Zhou Cheng had not led the charge, the Yellow Turban Army would not have had the courage to attack again!
"My lord, let's retreat!" Cheng Pu said after taking a deep breath.”
Sun Jian looked at Zhou Cheng, who was killing wantonly in the crowd like a mad demon, and then looked around. The momentum of the Yellow Turban Army was ignited again.
In front of a group of enemies who did not care about their lives, the array was no longer meaningful.
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