Few people in the Yellow Turban Army rode horses. In addition, Yan Zheng was sitting on his horse and constantly giving orders, so Dong Song could easily identify Yan Zheng.
"Zhe Bie, help me shoot the Yellow Turban general on his warhorse.”
"Here!"
Zhe Bie replied and drew his bow.
Even though Zhe Bie's body kept rising and falling, he still managed to shoot an arrow after a while.
The long arrow drew a beautiful parabola in the air. Immediately after, Dong Song saw Yan Zheng's body tilt and fall under the horse.
"The enemy general has been shot dead. The men of the vanguard will charge with me.”
The warhorses ran very fast. In a few breaths, the warhorses led the Han army to the front of the Yellow Turban camp.
Before the Yellow Turban soldiers at the front could even react, they were sent flying by the warhorses. When they landed, they were trampled by the horses 'hooves.
A Yellow Turban soldier had just raised the wooden spear in his hand when a horse galloped past. Before the spear in his hand could pierce out, a hideous wound appeared on his neck. Blood splattered at least three meters away.
The vanguard army was like a red-hot knife, and the more numerous Yellow Turban Army was like a patch of ice and snow.
As the vanguard army continued to advance, the Yellow Turban Army was continuously defeated.
Jia Xu, who was standing on the city wall, saw it the most clearly. The Yellow Turban Army, which lacked bows and cavalry, was no match for the vanguard army.
"Kill them!"
Dong Song roared and brandished his Zhanmadao.
The sharp blade instantly sliced through the chests of the two enemies.
He dodged a spear, but before Dong Song could continue, a Yan Yun cavalryman rode past him and cut off his head with his scimitar.
The battle lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Just as Dong Song and his 1,500 vanguard were about to break through the enemy formation…
Suddenly, the rapid sound of horse hooves came from behind the Yellow Turban soldiers.
"Zhang Xiu of the Western Liang Army is here. Hurry up and surrender.”
Zhang Xiu roared as he rode his horse into the enemy formation.
He held the spear with both hands and stabbed forward. The tiger head golden spear turned into afterimages and wrapped around the three Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him.
After a short while, the three Yellow Turban soldiers fell to the ground almost at the same time, clutching the bloody hole in their chests.
Soon, Zhang Xiu led his troops and rushed to Dong Song's body. At this point, all the Yellow Turban soldiers who approached Dong Song were killed by Zhang Xiu's troops.
Dong Song turned his head to look around when he had some free time.
On the battlefield, the Yellow Turban soldiers had basically lost the courage to resist. They either covered their heads and fled like rats or knelt on the ground in fear.
On the entire battlefield, the only group of people who were still resisting was surrounded by Li Cunxiao and his men.
"Pass down the order. Those who surrender will not be killed."
Dong Song's order was quickly passed down. After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the remaining ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers chose to surrender.
It was also at this moment that the sound of hooves rang out in the distance.
Following that, a series of slogans spread to everyone's ears.
"The sons of Western Liang are invincible. The Flying Bear Cavalry is unstoppable!"
"Flying Bear Army!"
Dong Song raised his eyebrows and quickly looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a large group of cavalrymen surging towards the new city like a black wave.
As the group of cavalrymen got closer and closer, the air began to rumble, and the ground began to tremble.
Seeing the approaching Flying Bear Army, a look of joy flashed across the vanguard's face, while the Yellow Turban soldiers lying on the ground trembled in fear and their faces were ashen.
After the time for an incense stick to burn, the Furious Bears Army stopped at the edge of the battlefield, and Dong Zhuo, accompanied by Li Jue, rode out of the Furious Bears Army.
"Where is my son?"
Hearing Dong Zhuo's shout, Dong Song went forward and quickly knelt on the ground.
"Greetings, sir."
"Hahaha, my son did not disappoint me. This time, you have made a great contribution in conquering two cities. When the war is over, I will personally ask the Imperial Court for your merit.”
"Peace?"
Dong Song laughed bitterly in his heart. When the war was over and he was promoted, he would receive a lot less Merit Points.
Although he was unhappy, Dong Song still thanked Dong Zhuo.
"Daren has been worried about Young Master's safety all along the way. It has been three days since Daren took off his armor and rested.”
Hearing Li Jue's words, Dong Song looked up at Dong Zhuo.
Seeing Dong Zhuo's dusty face and disheveled clothes, Dong Song couldn't help but feel touched.
As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water. Although Dong Zhuo had once neglected Dong Song, and Dong Song had once resented Dong Zhuo, at this moment, everything seemed to have been resolved.
"Milord, what should we do with these surrendered soldiers?”
Dong Zhuo glanced at Li Jue and said without hesitation,"The crime of betraying the imperial court is unforgivable. Kill them all.”
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