Chapter 192: The Battle of Changshe (III)

Almost at the same time, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun looked at the Yellow Turban Army camp not far ahead. Although the Yellow Turban Army camp was dense, it was completely out of order and was connected with the surrounding weeds and jungles, which was suitable for fire attacks.

The east wind in the sky was blowing in a burst of light, and the rising sun was passing through the clouds and mist, casting large shadows from time to time.

"God helps me!" Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, and the huge burden that had been suppressed in their hearts for several days was finally released.

After being excited, the two were a little surprised again. General Zhenxi was far away in Luoyang, and the situation here seemed to be unable to be hidden from him. Then wouldn’t the tentacles of Zhenxi Army have already extended to Changshe City?

Even a small leader is like this, and the world is so big, so where is there no power to Zhenxi Army? The two of them wondered, what are the plans for Zhenxi Army to lay out such a big picture?

Thinking of this, the two of them were shocked, a hint of chill flashed in their hearts, and their brows that had just been stretched became deep again!

Now, both Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun are related to the interests of the Great Han Dynasty. They will not be much better if the Great Han Dynasty prospers and the Great Han Dynasty perishes! It is not much related to the Zhenxi Army. It is not a good thing for them to become a big army!

"What else do you have to explain to your general?" Huangfu Song asked lightly after a moment of silence.

"The villain just acted on orders and knew nothing else." The person who came to deliver the letter was an "ant" member of the Zhenxi Army. He also responded calmly in the face of Huangfu Song's question.

"Ants" are disciplined in their organization. Of course they know what should be said and what should not be said. What's more, "Ants" have meticulous work. Those who send letters are responsible for sending letters, and those who receive letters are responsible for receiving letters. Except for those senior executives, no one knows the existence of the other party.

"Oh!..." Huangfu Song seemed to have known the result before, nodded slightly and hummed indescribably.

"The villain's letter has been delivered and the mission has been completed, so I will say goodbye."

The sender gave another gift to Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, and turned around and left without stopping.

"Do you want to send someone to follow?" Zhu Jun frowned and asked as he looked at the back of the sender gradually moving away.

"Forget it, the most urgent task is to eliminate the Yellow Turban Rebellion Army. The rest should be left to fate!"

Huangfu Song waved his hand slightly and sighed.

Huangfu Song knew his nephew's methods very well, and his iron hands were ruthless. Since Huangfu Jian had someone to send him a letter, he would not be afraid that he would know something. If he had someone to keep up, he would only add to his worries and would even provoke Huangfu Jian's unhappiness!

It was night, and the will of heaven seemed to stand on the side of the man! After nightfall, the wind was tighter and louder, whirring. There were no stars in the night sky, and there was no moon as dark as ink, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and it is a great time to steal the camp and intercept the village!

At the second update, the gate of Changshe City slowly opened. Except for the 30,000 soldiers, all of whom were left behind in the city, carried hay and tinder oil, rockets and other fire-driven objects. They walked into the dark night and approached the Yellow Turban Army camp step by step.

The dark night blindfolded the enemy's eyes, and the sound of the wind covered the sound of tens of thousands of Han soldiers! Under Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, 27,000 officers and soldiers bypassed the front gate of the Yellow Turban Army and quietly approached from both sides.

In the dark night, the Yellow Turban Army camp was quiet and silent. I wonder if I was still dreaming of yellow beauty, but I didn’t know that the god of death was coming!

The various battle flags of the Yellow Turban Army swayed in the wind, and the slightly yellow torches were sometimes bright and sometimes bright, like the fire of the Nine Netherworlds, gloomy and terrifying.

Groups of patrol soldiers were doing business listlessly, but they didn't know that they were not far away from them, and there were tens of thousands of Han soldiers ready to move.

"cast!"

Zuo Zhonglang rode Huangfu Song on the horse, held up his spear and roared.

"Hu, Hu, Hu..." Bales of hay poured with tinder oil were thrown from both sides towards the Yellow Turban Army camp.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

In an instant, bundles of hay fell from the sky, and a strong smell of tinder oil drifted with the wind.

"Enemy attack!"

Such a big noise finally alarmed the patrolling Yellow Turban soldiers, and they shouted loudly at the top of their voices.

"Dong, dong, dong..." The warning drum hit, shattering the silent Yellow Turban Army camp.

At this time, the Yellow Turban Army was sleeping soundly. The wind was strong and the night was dark. It was a terrifying weather. The unknown Yellow Turban Army woke up from its sleep, grabbed swords and guns randomly, and rushed out of the camp before they could even put their armor.

The Yellow Turban Army, which had insufficient experience, could not find generals or soldiers. Before the officers and soldiers launched an attack, the Yellow Turban Army was in chaos.

"Light the rocket!" Huangfu Song suppressed his excitement and issued military orders in an orderly manner.

Thousands of officers and soldiers, with bows and arrows, and rockets with flames aimed at the Yellow Turban Army camp.

For a moment, torches rose around the Yellow Turban Army camp, illuminating like daytime. Among the torches, officers and soldiers looked solemn, were ready to fight and obeyed orders!

"Cum!" Huangfu Song shouted in love. He had been waiting for this day for too long.

This time, the God of Destiny finally stood by him. This time, he can finally break the fate of being defeated!

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The bowstrings rang, covering the sound of the wind. The rockets roared through the night sky and shot towards the hay all over the ground.

"Hu..." The wind blew up, and the hay came to fire when it met the fire, and it was about to catch up, and it was ignited as soon as it met!

The flames soared into the sky several feet high, illuminating the entire night sky.

The fire leverages the wind, and the power of the fire is like a fire dragon sweeping over. The Yellow Turban Army camp suddenly burst into the sky. The weeds and jungles around the camp also burned with the help of the wind, spreading continuously, and it was very siege, and it was about to gather these hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban Army soldiers into it!

In the sea of ​​fire, people neigh and horses scream!

More than 100,000 Yellow Turban Army were suddenly changed, squeezed into a group, trampled on each other, and began to flee in all directions. Some of the Yellow Turban Army were squeezed into the sea of ​​fire, and the brigade of Yellow Turban Army escaped from the back camp and fled in the vast dark night.

The sad cry and the tragic sound formed a melody of troubled times, floating in the night sky and floating in the wind!

"Kill!" Huangfu Song waved his spear, took the lead, and then chased and killed him.

The Huangfu family's ancestors inherited the spear and the sword general was unstoppable. Wherever they passed, blood waves rolled, and the Yellow Turban Army fell under his gun. The blood stained the robe, and Huangfu Song also became a blood-colored madman.

Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers were full of morale, and everyone was brave enough to take the lead, holding up the torches and chasing closely behind the Yellow Turban Army.

As the sky gradually became brighter, the more than 100,000 Yellow Turban Army outside Changshen had suffered most of the casualties in one battle, and only about 50,000 Yellow Turban Army fled to Yingchuan.

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army were trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army died under the pursuit of officers and soldiers. There were still tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army soldiers who had no power to resist and surrendered obediently.

Looking at the Yellow Turban Army kneeling all over the ground and smelling the burnt smell in the air, Huangfu Song felt unsatisfied with no sense of pity in his eyes, and swung the iron spear high up.

A bloody massacre began, and Huangfu Song’s blood-handed butcher’s path was also opened!

The blood of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers dyed the mountains and rivers of Changshe red, forming streams, and continued for three days!

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