Chapter 197: Battle with Wancheng (III)

The ten thousand iron cavalry of Zhenxi Army belong to Ju Yi, the Hu Xiao Camp led by Xu Rong, and the Canglang Camp led by Zhang Liao, and the Gao Shun. The family is half of the generals, and the fighting style is naturally different.

The five thousand iron cavalry of the Tiger Roar Camp was trained by Xu Rong. They are typical Western Liang iron cavalry, good at charging into the battlefield. They are all wearing thick iron armor, holding sharp spears, holding thunderous momentum, and stabbing into the enemy formation like a sharp sword.

The sound of hooves is like thunder, which is breathtaking. The spears are pierced, and the Yellow Turban Army pierces under the spears. Wherever the cavalry passes, the horses stole the spears. The Yellow Turban Army has no ability to resist, nor has the power to fight back. They are either dodging or running, and they end up with bloody meat paste all the way.

The Iron Cavalry of Canglang Camp was led by Zhang Liao, and continued the characteristics of Bingzhou wolf cavalry. They were good at riding and shooting, and were all string control knights. They were wearing soft leather armor, long swords, small shields, and strong bows and sharp arrows. They were their main combat weapons.

These five thousand iron cavalry, like flying horses, swept past the enemy formation, sprinkling rain of arrows. A round of arrows shot, quickly flew away, galloping in waves on the outside of the enemy formation, shooting back and forth.

The Yellow Turban Army fell into the boundless rain of arrows and was extremely miserable. After a few rounds of arrows, it fell down and the formation was in chaos. This kind of war, which only gets beaten but cannot fight back, is inevitable.

Just as the iron cavalry of Zhenxi Army showed its might, the three infantry phalanxes of the two armies also accelerated the charge. It is better to have fun alone than to have fun, so how can the iron cavalry be majestic alone!

Seeing that the two wings were beaten by the iron cavalry of Zhenxi Army without any power to fight back, Zhang Mancheng could only place his hope on the three infantry phalanxes in the middle. For him, the most important thing he lacked was soldiers. Even if two fight one, he still won!

"Swish, swish, swish..." Before the close forces could be reached, the rain of arrows had already fallen.

In the space at the junction of three infantry phalanxes, sharp arrows shuttle through, shading the sun, and dense shadows of arrows fell.

The blood was dripping, and the screams of tearing the liver and lungs were heard, mixed with the "puff" sound that made people cold and their scalp numb. This is a collision between the spirit and the flesh, a tragic song in the troubled times!

The Yellow Turban wrapped around the Yellow Turban Army is not a magical object, nor will the Yellow Turban Army really be invulnerable to swords and guns. The Yellow Turban falls under the rain of arrows. Even the well-armored Zhenxi Army was also a loss of troops and generals under such a dense rain of arrows.

Arrows are shooting, blood is flowing! Before the two armies contacted each other, the ground under their feet was dyed bloody!

With a loud "Boom!", the two armies finally collided together, as if they saw a wall of people, and they were fiercely fighting!

A battle between 30,000 and 50,000 broke out! A battle between life and death began!

The 20,000 infantrymen of the Tiger Roar Camp inherited Ju Yi's approach to using troops mainly by bows and crossbows. Even when facing each other, they are mainly bows and crossbows. This is the case against cavalry and infantry.

There are 20,000 infantrymen, and the ones that are headed in the front are blue spear soldiers, and the combination of swords, shields, and crossbowmen.

Thousands of spearmen were moving forward and kept moving forward! They teamed up in groups of ten people, attacking at the same time and recovering at the same time. Ten spears could even sting a horse, let alone the poorly dressed Yellow Turban Army.

At this time, the power of the battle formation was highlighted. The Zhenxi Army always maintained a group of ten people, which was the case for one person and ten people. Although the Zhenxi Army was at a disadvantage in terms of the number of people, it could form a small range to fight more.

The Yellow Turban Army lacked training and was unfamiliar with the battle formation, and could not form effective cooperation. It was like rushing towards the spears of the Zhenxi Army one by one, falling down as much as it pounced on. The corpses on the ground were accumulated more and more, and the blood was accumulated deeper and deeper.

The hard earth also turned into blood-colored mud!

This is not a means of Zhenxi Army. While the spearmen were constantly sprinting, the crossbowman behind him did not stop, but was divided into three sections and scattered into the sky continuously. The overwhelming rain of arrows fell on the head of the Yellow Turban Army.

The endless screams, the endless sound of bowstrings, and the puff sound of sharp arrows entering the body resounded through the void!

In front of the well-trained Zhenxi Army, the Yellow Turban Army, which had the advantage in terms of military strength, actually had no advantage, and they were decreasing one by one. Although Zhenxi Army also suffered casualties, it was not one to one or two to one that Zhang Mancheng imagined, but ten to one, nine to one, and eight to one.

General Ju Yi used his crossbow to deal with the Xianbei Iron Cavalry and once again sent tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops on his way home!

Time disappeared without realizing it, and there were endless shouts of killing on the battlefield! The five-mile battlefield outside Wancheng was full of corpses, becoming a huge cemetery in the near future!

Just when the Yellow Turban Army was about to be defeated, Yan Zhong, a military advisor to the West Army, issued an order to withdraw the troops.

"Clang, Clang, Clang..." The sound of the gong sounded, and the Zhenxi Army stopped its pace of progress and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Zhang Mancheng looked at the defeated Yellow Turban Army, but he didn't know how to end, but for some reason, the Zhenxi Army withdrew his troops. Of course, he would not fight again under such circumstances. No matter what the reason, it was exactly what I wanted, and he hurriedly sent an order to withdraw his troops. Although the 50,000 Yellow Turban Army had less than 20,000 left, it was better than returning from a big defeat.

The two armies withdraw their troops and return to their camps!

I had nothing to say all night, and the next day.

It was just dawn, and Zhang Mancheng was thinking about today's war when a whistle came to report it.

"Report to the general, there is no one in the camp of the Zhenxi Army, and they have withdrawn their troops!"

"What? Say it again!" Zhang Mancheng thought he had heard it wrong, and was shocked.

"The Zhenxi Army withdrew, they retreated, leaving only an empty camp." The sentry repeated again.

"The Zhenxi Army withdrew its troops, how could it be..." Zhang Mancheng murmured in confusion.

"Catch all the generals to discuss!"

Zhang Mancheng was really confused. In a battle yesterday, the Zhenxi Army was obviously about to win, but at the critical moment, he pulled out the troops and now he simply retreated.

Not long after, the generals of various Yellow Turban Army gathered in Zhang Mancheng's mansion.

When Zhang Mancheng said that the generals were withdrawing troops from the Western Army, the generals were also unclear, and there were many different opinions.

"The general, you are not sure that something major has happened within the Zhenxi Army and you have to retreat." said a general.

"There is a problem within the Zhenxi Army. There is such a possibility, but the possibility is not high. The Zhenxi Army is known as the first army of the Han Dynasty and is well-known. Yesterday, we used 30,000 people to attack the 50,000 army of our commander, and our army did not take any advantage. What problems can there be inside." Zhang Mancheng shook his head and said.

"Can it be that the Zhenxi Army is playing some tricks?" another general said.

"What conspiracy? Unless he doesn't want to attack my coach's Wancheng!" Zhang Mancheng refused to comment.

Just as Zhang Mancheng was recruiting all the generals to discuss, a guard came in to report.

"Report to the general, the whistle cavalry came to report that the Zhenxi Army camp was found ten miles north of the Zhenxi Army's original Daying."

"Zhenxi Army moved the camp ten miles north overnight, and sent additional personnel to explore the movements of Zhenxi Army. If there is any change, it will be reported immediately." Zhang Mancheng lowered his eyebrows and thoughtful, frowned even more tightly.

The Zhenxi Army's actions were strange, but Zhang Mancheng couldn't see clearly, so he had to be cautious.

On this day, the Zhenxi Army did not take the initiative to advance, but divided the troops to set up another camp ten miles north of the camp.

Before he could figure out the purpose of Zhenxi Army, Zhang Mancheng did not act rashly. In his opinion, no matter what tricks the Zhenxi Army played, as long as he could defend Wancheng, he would have completely grasped the initiative in the war.

To adapt to changes in the same situation, Zhang Mancheng just sent a large number of whistle cavalry to closely monitor the movements of the Zhenxi Army, without any rash moves.

In this strange atmosphere, four days passed. For four consecutive days, the Zhenxi Army retreated north for ten miles every day, and left an empty camp every day. The Yellow Turban Army also remained motionless and defended Wancheng steadily.

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