"Hold on, hold on for me!"
At the forefront of the Yellow Turban army, Yu Digen roared in exasperation.
He continuously ordered his subordinates to attack Lu Zhi's army.
But at this moment, there was fire all around them, and there were shouts everywhere. Most of the Yellow Turban soldiers were scared like headless flies.
Only a small number of people obeyed his orders.
At the same time, the Han soldiers that Lu Zhi had left behind as bait were also killing their way into the Yellow Turban army, further intensifying the chaos.
The flames lit up the entire Han camp. Under the night sky, it was like a scarlet color, filled with a thick ominous feeling.
Miserable screams, broken limbs that flew up from time to time, and motionless corpses added a different style to this ominous night.
It formed a picture of bloody hell.
On top of Guangzong City, Zhang Jiao gripped his nine-section staff tightly with his left hand. His face was cold, and his eyes were burning with fire as he stared at the direction of the Han army camp.
"Lu Zhi, Chen Zhan!"
Several breaths later, Zhang Jiao muttered these two names.
He was defeated!
The moment something happened to the Han camp, he knew that this sneak attack had become a joke.
Moreover, in the eyes of the enemy, the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers were probably a plate of meat delivered to their mouths. They were extremely happy.
It was obvious that Chen Zhan and Lu Zhi had long been prepared for him to launch a sneak attack tonight.
They had already set up an inescapable net long ago, waiting for him to take the initiative to fall into the trap.
It could only be said that he had not lost unjustly this time.
"Huang Tian above, why would such a hero work for the Great Han? Is it really the fate of the Han Dynasty?”
Zhang Jiao sighed in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes full of resentment.
When he thought of the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers trapped in the Han camp, his expression became even more sorrowful.
However, with Chen Zhan's Liaoxi Iron Cavalry, he did not dare to send troops out of the city to support them.
Thinking quickly, Zhang Jiao took out a talisman from his sleeve. With a thought, the talisman ignited without fire.
In the next moment, the wind and clouds within a radius of several miles started to rise, and a heavy rain poured down!
There was no sign at all.
"Sigh, I'll do my best and leave it to fate. This is all I can do. I hope I can escape more!”
Zhang Jiao's face was pale. Summoning this rain had consumed a lot of his energy.
"Teacher…"
At the side, a young general could not help but cry out in worry when he saw this.
"No worries!" Zhang Jiao waved his hand and said softly," White Cavalry, go to the city and get ready. We can't let the Han army take advantage of the situation to attack the city."”
"Yes, this disciple accepts the order!"
Hearing this, the young general's expression tightened and he solemnly accepted the order.
Only Zhang Jiao was left on the city wall, looking into the distance with a deep gaze. No one knew what he was thinking.
……
"It's raining, hahaha, it must be General Heaven Duke helping us. Brothers, follow me and charge out.”
"Long live General Heaven Duke!"
"Huang Tian above!"
The sudden heavy rain not only extinguished the flames in the Han camp, but also boosted the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers and made them extremely fanatical.
Once a person with faith became fearless, it would be very terrifying.
Just like the Yellow Turban Army at this moment, each of them charged at the Han army formation like crazy.
The ones in front died, and the ones behind continued to charge forward, stepping on the corpses. They advanced wave after wave just to kill their way out.
Caught off guard, Lu Zhi's Iron Wall Formation was instantly breached several times.
"Summoning wind and rain, Zhang Jiao is indeed extraordinary!”
The bean-sized raindrops fell on his face. Lu Zhi raised his head and sighed helplessly.
With this torrential rain, it was destined that they would not be able to do their best in this battle, and it would be difficult to keep all the attacking Yellow Turban troops behind.
"Ignore the Yellow Turban bandits who escaped.”
Looking at the battlefield, Lu Zhi ordered in a deep voice.
"Here!"
Instantly, the fifty thousand Han infantry increased their speed, with the shield soldiers in front and the spear soldiers behind.
He drew his saber, retracted his saber, drew his spear, retracted his spear…
All the soldiers had cold expressions as they numbly repeated their actions. They only had the thought of killing the enemy in their minds.
With every step he took, he would leave behind corpses and blood.
For a moment, the sound of weapons piercing flesh and the shouts of killing intertwined.
The rain and blood mixed together and soon formed red streams on the ground.
……
"Amazing! It seemed that Zhang Jiao had already reached the realm of a great grandmaster soul cultivator.”
On the other side, Chen Zhan could not help but look up at the sky. He saw the heavy rain pouring down like a river.
Such a situation had a greater impact on the cavalry than the infantry.
The ground was muddy and the rain blocked their vision. Both the horses and soldiers were greatly affected.
In this way, it would be very difficult for the cavalry to chase after the Yellow Turban deserters.
"A great teacher indeed lives up to his reputation!”
After praising him in a low voice, Chen Zhan withdrew his gaze and looked at the Yellow Turban General Zuo Colonel and Huang Long who were breaking out of the encirclement not far away.
Coincidentally, the two of them had broken out of the encirclement in his direction.
"Ha, the Han General in front, go to hell!”
"Kill them!"
The Left Colonel and Huang Long shouted at the same time. One of them held a long spear, and the other held a large saber. They charged at Chen Zhan with killing intent.
Seeing that Chen Zhan did not dodge as if he was frightened, the two of them could not help but become even more ferocious.
In fact, the two of them had already recognized Chen Zhan, but seeing that he was so young, they could not help but underestimate him.
However, when the two of them were less than five meters away from Chen Zhan, Chen Zhan suddenly moved.
"One shot, two birds!"
With a faint voice, two spear shadows suddenly appeared in the heavy rain.
Huang Long and Lieutenant Zuo only felt their vision blur before they completely lost consciousness.
Da da, da da!
Two warhorses passed by Chen Zhan, each carrying a headless corpse on their backs.
"Hahahaha, General, I've killed another Yellow Turban general!”
At this moment, Zhang Fei's excited voice came from afar. He was still holding a head that had died with grievances in his hand.
It was Yellow Turban General Zhang Niujiao.
This guy was also unlucky. When he broke out of the encirclement, he actually bumped into Zhang Fei, who was from the main family. In the end, he was beheaded in three moves.
Speaking of which, Zhang Fei had killed more Yellow Turban generals than Guan Yu and the others.
……
Dark clouds covered the sky, and the heavy rain did not stop.
After more than an hour, the massacre finally ended.
The entire Han camp was covered in blood and corpses, both from the enemy and from their own people.
In the rain, tens of thousands of soldiers stood silently in the rain, allowing the rain to wash away the blood on their bodies.
At a certain moment, Lu Zhi's dignified voice sounded,"
"We won this battle!"
Instantly, earth-shattering cheers resounded throughout the Han camp.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
……
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