It is true that Wu Fu, the captain of the Yueqin cavalry, was right. Even if the four hundred soldiers selected by Zhang Huang were ridden on war horses, even if the war horses were systematically trained, these four hundred soldiers could not be called cavalry because they did not know how to use horsepower to enhance their lethality.∷

Could it be that you expect a group of civilians from poor peasants who have never come into contact with or even seen war horses perform every move well on horseback like strictly trained Northern cavalry? With just half a day of cramming, it is already quite amazing that these guys can not fall off the horseback.

To put it bluntly, these four hundred Yellow Turban Cavalry are at most just "infantry on horseback"!

But then again, Zhang Huang didn't expect them to be at the same level as the Northern Army Cavalry.

You should know that the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army also have their own advantages, which is the Xuanmen Taoism, which is the magic technique mentioned by the world. Of course, not all the Yellow Turban soldiers know Taoism. However, the believers of Taiping Taoism in the Central Plains of the Yellow Turban Army are almost everyone who can attack Taoism. Among them, the one who masters the most is the fire curse. After all, "fire" is one of the oldest "reverence" of mankind.

Because of this, if someone thinks that these four hundred Yellow Turban soldiers carefully selected by Zhang Huang would not have much lethality even if they stepped on a war horse without training, this judgment would be wrong.

Yes, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army are generally not as good as those of the Northern Army soldiers. Many of them have never even heard of the unique skills of martial artists such as "hard body", "cut iron", "gun penetration", and "Yayan". However, they master Taoist techniques. Even the most common fire curse circulating in Taiping Dao is powerful enough to match a pot of boiling oil burning with flames.

Therefore, even if these "infantrymen on horseback" do not have to use swords at all, their combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated. Even their destructive power is far greater than that of the soldiers of the Northern Army.

"Swoosh swish swish swish--"

The Yellow Turban soldiers riding on the horse held the war horse in their left hand and kept throwing out one fire talisman after another with their right hand. These fire talismans formed by mixed-blood cinnabar, the talisman paper and the Xuanmen symbol were thrown out by their master and turned into one huge fire ball after another, smashing towards the soldiers of the Northern Army swarming around.

What will happen if you are hit by this kind of fireball?

The Northern Army soldiers present had fully answered this question.

After many soldiers of the Northern Army were unfortunately hit by the fireball, they instantly turned into a burning fire man. With the miserable howl and the smell of burnt meat, they eventually turned into charred corpses. Their faces were beyond recognition and difficult to recognize.

These are just some believers of the Yuan Taiping Dao with relatively weak strength. Those who are more powerful can also condense flames on horse whips and swords, and even create a large-scale sea of ​​fire. Even the soldiers of the Northern Army with extremely strong physical strength and individual combat power will inevitably show their powerless side in the face of such a "disaster of awe".

"Demon...the magic!"

"This wave of thieves can use magic tricks!"

Countless soldiers from the Northern Army shouted in panic, even with fear in them.

Indeed, the powerful Northern Army soldiers never feared the challenges of any army in the world. Even the fierce Northern Huns still failed under their unbreakable and indestructible military force. However, in the face of the terrible power of Xuanmen Taoism, how could the Northern Army soldiers resist the personal physical strength of their own? With the flesh and blood alone, can they really withstand the flames that are enough to melt iron?

"The second team of Qianqu collapsed!"

"The sixth team at Zuoqu collapsed...dispersed!"

"The four teams in Qianqu collapsed!"

"Right Qu... Right Qu is one team, three teams, and four teams are all disintegrated!"

Not surprisingly but incredible, in front of the 400 "pseudo-cavalry" led by Zhang Huang, the Northern Army Infantry Battalion, which is famous for its offense and defense, was defeated by nearly ten Quxia teams within less than half a stick of incense, with more than 200 casualties.

"Why are there such casualties?!"

Zhou Yang, the Hou Ququ, who was the first to arrive here, saw that the nearby ground was full of charred corpses killed by the thieves' fire curses. He was furious and grabbed the nearest infantry soldier who seemed to be the leader of the garrison and asked angrily.

"Qu...Master Quhou..." The frightened head of the village changed his face and gradually calmed down after several breaths. He turned to look in the direction of Zhang Huang and others, and whispered in a sad way, "Brothers... Brothers can't get close to those thieves at all!"

"What?!" Zhou Yang, Ququhou in the infantry battalion, was shocked when he heard this, and quickly turned his head to look at the camp that had become a battlefield. Only then did he realize that the soldiers of their infantry battalion had not yet approached Zhang Huang and other four hundred puppet cavalry, they would be hit by the opponent's non-human fireball, burning flames all over their bodies and burning to death.

Think about it, how could the soldiers of the Northern Army infantry battalion compare to the attack range of the fire curse of the former Taiping Dao believers under Zhang Huang's command by relying solely on the length of the spear in their hands? This is simply pure military restraint. Zhang Huang's four hundred puppet cavalry completely suppressed the soldiers of the infantry battalion on the opposite side, and it was simply a scene of beating one side, and the latter had no resistance!

[Damn it! Why don’t the sound shooting camp’s sound shooting camp come to help?!]

A little anger flashed through Zhou Yang's mind at the beginning of the year, but it was obviously not the best time to blame the friendly forces for their poor rescue. After thinking about it, he asked the Tun Chang beside him, "Can't the 'hard body' block his magic?"

The head of the Tunchang showed a look of sadness on his face, and shook his head and whispered, "Just now, a Bo Chang named Cheng rushes forward with a rigid body, but he is also burned to death by... the thief using magic tricks."

"..." Ququ Hou Zhouyang's eyes flashed with a few traces of shock, and then he gritted his teeth with hatred.

He retreated. After learning that even the rigid body could not resist the magic of these four hundred Yellow Turban Pseudo-Knights, even Zhou Yang, who was Ququhou in the infantry camp, could not help but feel the desire to retreat, and he did not immediately issue an order.

Zhou Yang's hesitation made the nearby Northern Army infantry hesitate too. They all looked at their commanders in fear, holding spears in their hands, looking at their at a loss.

[not good!]

Zhou Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly realized that it was his own cowardly battle that had a negative impact on the soldiers of the infantry under his command.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang gritted his teeth suddenly, with a certain resolute look in his eyes, and shouted with a fierce expression on his face, "Damn it, I'll die!"

After saying that, he snatched a spear from the hands of the infantry next to him, and rushed towards the Yellow Turban soldiers not far away.

"There are still people who are not afraid of death?"

A Yellow Turban soldier noticed Zhou Yang's actions and immediately attacked Zhou Yang with several nearby companions.

For a moment, five or six large fireballs that were as big as humans and burning in a raging way roared towards Zhou Yang, facing such a steep and steep. Even Zhou Yang could not help but look so shocked that his face turned pale.

"roar!"

Before he could think about it, Zhou Yang shouted, and a strange gray mist suddenly burst out from his body. In the rolling mist, a purple-eyed giant cat screamed and jumped out. He grabbed the ground with his sharp claws and roared in a low voice at the Yellow Turban soldiers who had been facing him.

However, after a moment, both Zhou Yang and this strange giant black cat were hit by the five or six fireballs. When they arrived, the place where Zhou Yang was located turned into a sea of ​​fire, swallowing it up.

"Mr. Quhou——!"

The Northern Army infantry who saw this scene nearby shouted inexplicably.

But then, a familiar voice made their sad cry stop.

"What are you calling? I'm not dead yet!"

"……Well?"

Under the unbelievable gaze of countless Northern Army soldiers, Zhongququ Hou Zhouyang stood in a sea of ​​burning fire, looking at his right hand with surprise and surprise. Due to excessive surprise, he didn't even have time to pay attention to the small flames at the hem of the armor and let it burn.

[Although not all of them were blocked,... I didn't feel much pain unexpectedly...]

After slapping the flames on his body, Zhou Yang, Zhongquququ, looked at the Yellow Turban soldiers who were also stunned by this, and then looked up at the magical figure of the martial soul above his head.

"It's really... an accident!" Zhong Ququ Hou Zhouyang, who wanted to use his actions to motivate his soldiers, suddenly found that he had found a way to crack the magic of the Yellow Turban Army by chance.

However, he was not sure about this and decided to try it first.

So, he made up his mind and rushed towards a Yellow Turban soldier.

Faced with Zhou Yang's rapid approaching, the Yellow Turban soldier looked shocked. You should know that they are not as strong and strong as the Northern Army soldiers, and have never been involved in their understanding of rigid bodies. How could they, who are quite weak in physical fitness, be able to defeat a powerful Marquis of the Northern Army camp?

Subconsciously, the Yellow Turban soldier threw out a fire talisman towards Zhou Yang. The fire talisman quickly turned into a huge fireball and smashed towards Zhou Yang.

This time, Zhou Yang not only did not mean to dodge, but he did not even slow down. While running quickly in front of him, he swung his left hand at the right time and smashed the huge fireball in horror. Then, the flames that splashed down after the fireball was smashed did not slow down Zhou Yang's speed at all. Before the Yellow Turban soldier could react, he had already rushed to the other side.

"You..." The Yellow Turban soldier was probably the first time he witnessed a living person with his own eyes. He shot down his Taoist skills with his left hand alone, raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Yang in a daze.

"Hey!...It doesn't hurt or itch!" With a cold snorted, Zhou Yang's gun started and fell, cutting the other party's throat with the sharpness of the gun tip.

Several nearby Yellow Turban soldiers were also surprised to see this and besieged them one by one. However, without exception, Zhou Yang shot down the opponent's Taoist magic with his own resistance, and killed them one by one.

"So that's it..." Looking at the bodies of several yellow turban soldiers at his feet, Zhou Yang, Zhongquququhou, turned over and jumped onto a war cavalry that had lost his master twice, raised his arms and shouted, "Ordinary soldiers retreated, master Du Bo, General Qu, and Junhou, who had martial souls, came forward... Martial souls can stop the thieves' magic tricks!"

Many Du Bos, Qu Generals, and military marquis were stunned when they heard this, and then they looked ecstatic, but in the end, the expressions on their faces turned ferocious without exception.

"ah--!"

"roar!"

"yellow!"

Repaying blood with blood, all the soldiers of the infantry battalion nearby who had mastered the martial souls came up after Zhou Yang's order. Suddenly, all kinds of strange soul objects stood on this land accompanied by strange rolling fog clouds.

As Zhou Yang judged, the martial souls of the warriors actually had a strong resistance to the Taoist techniques of Taiping Taoists. Although it was not all exempted, the power was so weak that it was only a burning curse, so how could they take it seriously?

"kill!"

More than a dozen infantry battalion generals who had mastered the martial souls killed the Yellow Turban soldiers together.

Faced with these human-shaped monsters that could even resist the fire spell, the Yellow Turban soldiers who were a little proud of the moment suddenly looked like earth, and more than 30 people were killed in an instant. You must know that before this, they had almost no casualties.

"It's painful to kill our brothers just now? A bastard!" In front of the infantry battalion, Peng Hou, Peng Hou, finally brought people to the enemy. After understanding the situation, he rushed into the enemy alone and smashed the heads of several Yellow Turban soldiers with one shot.

"Go...go!

Faced with this group of monsters that cannot be killed with magic, the Yellow Turban soldiers could do was to escape. It was not to escape, but to move closer to Zhang Huang. After all, these are all believers in Taipingdao with extremely strong will and will not shake their beliefs because of the sacrifice of their companions.

"What's going on?" The reduction in personnel behind the formation made Zhang Huang who learned about this. After all, before that, the four hundred cavalry of the Yellow Turban under his command completely suppressed the infantry here. However, in just a short moment, why did the power of the infantry in the North Army overshadow them?

After hearing this, Yang Feng immediately investigated the matter and told Zhang Huang about this incredible thing.

"Little Tianshi, something big is not good! For some reason, the generals of the Northern Army infantry can resist the power of the fire curse... The fire curse hits them, and the effect is minimal!"

"What?" Zhang Huang's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He subconsciously turned his head and looked carefully at the back. After a long time, he gradually saw the clue.

[Those strange beasts that look like shadows... Martial souls? Can martial souls block Taoist techniques?]

Zhang Huang, who gradually felt something unexpected, suddenly remembered Sun Jian. He remembered that when he was chased by Sun Jian in Luoyang, Sun Jian also stepped out of the sea of ​​fire that he used Taoism to change with his Taoist technique without any injuries, while awakening his martial soul.

"It's not good..."

Zhang Huang realized this and felt a little sad, because neither the power of the Taoist arts was completely exempted, nor the fact that the four hundred original Taiping Taoists under his command could not be changed. The Northern Army generals who awakened the martial souls were no longer irresistible. Their strength was not something that these original Taiping Taoists could resist. You must know that even Zhang Huang himself, without awakening the martial souls, was only the level of the Northern Army's military marquis and Quhou, let alone the soldiers under his command?

"Assault!...rush over!"

Zhang Huang issued an order of assault with an eager look on his face. He realized more and more that if there were no surprise troops or surprise moves, the Yellow Turban soldiers under his command would definitely not be able to defeat the Northern Army!
Chapter completed!