Judging from the battle situation, the Yellow Turban Army was indeed being suppressed. Under the three-sided pincer attack, the Yellow Turban Army seemed a little confused.
However, their combat quality and condition were much better than Deng Mao's 10,000 men. In addition, there were too many soldiers and horses, so even valiant generals like Guan Yu and Zhang Fei found it difficult to approach Cheng Zhiyuan in a short time.
"Leader, there's no need to leave any reinforcements at this time. This general suggests ordering the 10,000 elite troops from the rear to charge forward and tear these bandits apart!”
The deputy general's words made Cheng Zhiyuan narrow his eyes. He didn't expect these few thousand people to be so troublesome. However, he still wanted to wait a little longer. It would be best if he could let these ten thousand elites suddenly charge out when the other party was tired. They would definitely be able to defeat the other party.
What he didn't know was that Lin Chuan was leading the Eighteen Cavalry of Yan Yun into his rear camp.
" Brothers, the 10,000 Yellow Turban bandits are just ahead of us. Follow me and charge up later and crush them all. I want everyone to tremble in fear when they hear the name of the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun!”
"Please rest assured, my lord!"
Lin Chuan smiled slightly. Good, I like this kind of imposing manner. After waving his halberd, he rushed towards the square formation.
At this moment, due to the chaos at the front line, the sounds of killing and wailing filled the sky. Everyone's attention was drawn to the front line, and no one noticed that the 19 cavalry had charged forward.
"Kill them!"
Along with this shout, the eighteen cavalries of Yan Yun drew their iron bows from their saddles and nocked them.
Swoosh ~!
Eighteen arrows turned into a white streak in the sky and shot toward the Yellow Turban thief's back.
Puff! Puff!
The arrows landed on the ground, and nearly a hundred people fell in an instant.
This result was unexpected even for Lin Chuan. Each arrow pierced through at least three people, and many of them fell to the ground without knowing what had happened.
However, it was not surprising when he thought about it. The archery skills of the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun were superb, but the Yellow Turban bandits on the other side did not even have a piece of armor. Other than wearing the same head and Yellow Turban, they wore all kinds of cloth clothes. How could their weak bodies resist the arrows of the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun?
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
"Motherf * cker, don't look anymore, someone's coming from behind!”
"Everyone, don't panic. It's just a dozen people. They're here to die. Haha…"
Just as Lin Chuan rushed forward, his laughter stopped abruptly.
The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd flashed with a cold light and directly cut the bodies of more than a dozen Yellow Turban bandits in front of him in half.
The long halberd swung wildly. There was not a single intact corpse within three meters of Lin Chuan.
Strictly speaking, this was Lin Chuan's first battle. Seeing the Yellow Turban bandits in front of him turn into mutilated bodies, Lin Chuan was like a bloodthirsty magical beast that had never been satisfied before.
Behind them, the eighteen cavalries of Yan Yun also charged forward. The eighteen of them put away their iron bows and raised their machetes. They formed a formation of wild geese flying in the sky and entered the square formation of ten thousand people.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
It only took about ten seconds for the eighteen cavalries of Yan Yun to kill their way to the front from the back of the square formation. They cut the square formation into two like a sharp dagger, with corpses and blood in the middle.
As a cavalryman, spears were the first choice because of the speed and distance of the warhorses. However, in the hands of the 18 cavalrymen of Yanyun, the short scimitars were not only lethal, but could even completely suppress the killing efficiency of spears.
Lin Chuan was now focused on swinging his halberd, sometimes swinging it vertically and sometimes sweeping horizontally. He didn't need to turn around to know the terrifying killing efficiency of the Eighteen Cavalry of Yan Yun.
Why? When he joined the battlefield, the system could obtain three or four pieces of military fragments per second. However, after he and the Eighteen Knights of Yan Yun joined the battlefield, the system actually refreshed five or six pieces per second. How terrifying was this concept?
It should be known that not every Yellow Turban thief would drop fragments. Lin Chuan had carefully calculated that only five people would drop one fragment, which meant that more than 20 Yellow Turban thieves would die at his hands every second.
"Monsters, these people are monsters. Quickly dodge!”
At first, the Yellow Turban bandits still had the courage to rush forward to stop Lin Chuan and the eighteen cavalrymen of Yan Yun. Later on, the corpses around Lin Chuan piled up into a small mountain. The visual impact was unbearable for ordinary people.
As the battlefield was filled with smoke and shouts, Cheng Zhiyuan did not know that the 10,000-man square formation behind him had been pierced through.
A few of them wanted to run to the front to report the news, but they were all shot dead by the arrows of the Eighteen Cavalry of Yan Yun.
Everyone was attracted by the battlefield in front of them. Pei Yuanqing, Zhao Zilong, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the white-robed soldiers who were dyed red with blood. The Yellow Turban bandits were falling in front of them at a speed visible to the naked eye.
They had never seen such a terrifying scene before. How could they know that a hellish massacre was taking place behind them?
About an hour later.
"Deputy General, it's almost time. Quickly send reinforcements from the rear.”
"I'll go now."
The deputy general turned his horse around and was about to go to the back to pass on the order when he was stunned.
"Hurry up, what are you daydreaming about?"
Cheng Zhiyuan saw that the deputy general did not move for a long time and could not help but curse.
"Leader, am I seeing things?”
The deputy general rubbed his eyes as he spoke.
Cheng Zhiyuan followed his gaze and looked back. It would have been better if he didn't look. When he turned around, the original 10,000-man square formation had disappeared. There were corpses everywhere, or rather, incomplete corpses everywhere.
Nineteen people were chasing after the remaining thousand Yellow Turban soldiers.
This time, Cheng Zhiyuan was also dumbfounded. He blinked his eyes desperately, hoping that what he saw was fake and that everything would be in vain.
"F * ck! Was he a living person? Where are my soldiers? Could it be that the 19 of them could wipe out my 10,000 reinforcements?”
Cheng Zhiyuan roared crazily. Even if the truth was right in front of him, he was unwilling to believe it.
"Leader, something's wrong. Something's wrong. Let's run!”
The deputy general looked ahead. There were less than ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers left from the thirty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers who had been attacked from three sides.
After that, Fang Linchuan and the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun were like reaping machines, especially the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun. When they were far away, they used bows and arrows, and when they were close, they used machetes. Their killing speed was definitely an existence that subverted everyone's understanding.
"Retreat quickly, everyone retreat quickly! Split up, split up!"
Cheng Zhiyuan could also tell that if he was a few minutes late, it would be difficult for him to escape. The only thing he wanted now was to save his life.
"Second Brother, Cheng Zhiyuan is running away. Big Brother said that we must take his head. Let's chase after him!”
"Alright, Third Brother, don't care about others. Just take Cheng Zhiyuan's head!”
In the crowd, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei ignored the other Yellow Turban bandits. Their eyes were fixed on Cheng Zhiyuan as they rushed forward.
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