Chapter 200 Battle with Wancheng (Sixth)

Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps...

The 30,000 Yellow Turban Army approached the Zhenxi Army camp without any damage. The 10,000 Yellow Turban Army, who was rushing in the front, carried firewood, and the knife and shield behind him, holding a knife. The 10,000 archer cats were behind, and the rocket was already in the string, and it almost ignited.

Everything went so smoothly, it was perfect!

Many Yellow Turban soldiers have already begun to raise their hands to celebrate. Zhang Mancheng on the high platform can't help but feel excited. He raised his sword excitedly, ready to cheer for victory!

Needless to say, Han Zhong, the general of the rear army, was even more happy and laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. His whole body was shaking, his legs were not in control, and he didn't know whether it was excited or nervous!

At this critical moment, changes arise!

Countless torches appeared in the hands of soldiers of Zhenxi Army on the village wall, and behind the torches were leather bags filled with tinder oil.

"Hu, Hu, Hu..." Torches flying all over the sky were flying at the Yellow Turban Army about ten steps apart, and threw them on the firewood they were carrying. After the torches, they filled the tinder oil one by one, untied the leather bag at the mouth of the bag, and threw it out!

The torch was thrown on the firewood, and the tinder oil poured on it again. In an instant, thick smoke rose everywhere and the fire rose into the sky! When the dry grass encountered a sturdy fire, it would be impossible to burn it! The most unlucky thing was the Yellow Turban Army soldiers carrying bundles of dry grass. They didn't know what had happened. Some were still dreaming of making meritorious contributions and rewards, and the fire spread to them.

This is just the beginning, and even more ruthless is still coming!

After throwing out countless torch oil bags, dense rockets flew out from the Zhenxi Army camp, which was very lively and spectacular. These rockets were not shot at the dead grass, but at the ten thousand Yellow Turban archers who were carrying tiny oil and preparing to light the rockets.

"Huh, Huh, Huh..." The rockets shuttled through the flames, and the rockets of Zhenxi Army suddenly covered the ten thousand Yellow Turban archers. The rockets fell, part of them inserted into the Yellow Turban archers, and part of them ignited the turbulent oil brought by the Yellow Turban archers. I wonder if this is considered to be on fire!

Zhenxi Army was quite restrained. I didn't know if it was unbearable or had other plans, but after one round of rockets, they stopped shooting! But this round of rockets also made more than half of the Yellow Turban archers a fireman. Some of the rockets shot directly on their bodies, and some of the turbulent oil brought on them burned.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people were carrying fire on their bodies and became veritable firemen. Their tragic screams were creepy. Not to mention the Yellow Turban Army itself, even the Zhenxi Army in the camp could not help but be frightened. When they looked at the military advisor Yan Zhong again, their eyes were filled with awe.

Burning on a person will hurt, but it will not die immediately. He will burn slowly, which will take a long process!

The 30,000 Yellow Turban Army was in front of the Dao Firewall, and the fire was still the ones they had brought. The fire was rising, and they were looking for death. Behind them were the six still neat square formations left by the Yellow Turban Army. The 30,000 were burned out of courage and were intimidated, and most of the people with flames on their bodies rushed towards the six Yellow Turban Army formations out of instinct.

These 30,000 people are fire. When they rushed there, they brought not hope, but death. When the 30,000 Yellow Turban Army rushed there, the Yellow Turban Army there retreated one after another. After all, no one wants to die, and no one wants to cause trouble.

The six square formations of the Yellow Turban Army, which were originally neat, all retreated in panic in less than a moment. At the beginning, they just retreated, but later they turned into running and fleeing!

Everyone wants to run, but no one can escape!

Nearly 100,000 Yellow Turban Army soldiers were mixed with more and more fire people, pushing and shoving, squeezing and stomping, and even slashing each other. The Yellow Turban Army soldiers did not die from the swords and guns of the Zhenxi Army, but died under their own hands.

It’s a pity, sad! The Yellow Turban Army, which lacks training, once again exposed their bad nature!

"Puff..." Standing on the platform, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army who was about to cheer up, felt as if he was silenced, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Boom..." A sound of mountain torrents and tsunami came, and the earth was shaking. The senior Yellow Turban Army on the platform was unstable and almost fell down.

"What happened?" Zhang Mancheng suppressed the grief in his heart and asked the generals who were confused.

"No, it's the enemy's cavalry..." a general who was familiar with horse war shouted in horror.

They did not wait for long. Four iron cavalry roared like hurricanes, waving swords and guns toward the chaotic Yellow Turban Army.

"Boom..." Almost at the same time, both sides of the Zhenxi Army camp collapsed, and two more iron cavalry rushed out.

Behind these two cavalry are a team of neatly arranged infantrymen.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!..."

The Zhenxi Army, who had originally hid in the camp and refused to fight, all the troops came out and rushed towards the chaotic Yellow Turban Army from all directions.

"How is it possible? How could there be so many cavalry here? Isn't the Zhenxi Army only 10,000 cavalry?" Zhang Mancheng was stunned by the scene in front of him, as if he was falling into a dream, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Master General, we have fallen into a trap. The Zhenxi Army is about to surround us. Retreat quickly!" General Sun Xia still maintained a little rationality and urged anxiously.

"Retreat! Where else can we retreat? Can we escape their iron cavalry? The Yellow Turban Army in the South is over, the Kingdom of Heaven is over..." Zhang Mancheng felt heartbroken and thoughts were silent, and he murmured to himself.

"The Kingdom of Heaven is over! The Yellow Turban Army in the South is over! We are no match for the Zhenxi Army... How could this be the case?"

Zhang Mancheng reluctantly glanced at the broken Yellow Turban Army, resolutely waved his long sword and slapped it on his neck.

Bright red blood splattered everywhere! The setting sun fell to the west, and I couldn't bear to watch this tragic song in troubled times!

"Mastery..." On the high platform, the generals of the Yellow Turban Army in the South shouted sadly as they looked at the gradually falling commando.

"Surrender! Don't sacrifice fearlessly. This world must be the one who is the one who is in charge of the Western Army. Follow them and live well..." A famous general of the Yellow Turban Army died with his eyes closed.

"Masterman..." Blood and tears flowed in his eyes, blood flowed in his heart.

"Master General is waiting for me, I am the one who harmed him..." General Han Zhong shouted with a sad cry, kicked up a sharp sword, and stabbed him in his chest.

Sun Xia walked to the middle of the high platform with a expressionless face, slowly lowered the yellow battle flag of the Yellow Turban Army, then waved the order flag, and said in a deep voice at the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who were fleeing in all directions: "The general has an order, and the Yellow Turban Army abandons its weapons and surrenders to the Zhenxi Army!"

As soon as Sun Xia said this, not only did the Yellow Turban Army soldiers be stunned, but even the Zhenxi Army stopped killing in surprise.

An asymmetric war ended like this, the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army abandoned their weapons and surrendered, and the war in Nanyang was settled.

"Zhao Hong is gone, the general is gone, and Han Zhong is gone, so is I alive alone, what's the point..."

After the Yellow Turban Army surrendered, Sun Xia smiled sadly, bent down, carefully closed Zhang Mancheng's wide eyes. He walked to Han Zhong and wiped away the blood on his face. Then he stood up slowly, straightened his waist, looked up at the sky, sighed, slashed, and slashed his sword, and fell on the platform.

"General..." Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers shouted in unison!

The God of War Cart moved, Huangfu Jian brought the Eighteen Dragon Cavalry to the high platform, slowly climbed up to the high platform, looked at the three generals lying in a pool of blood, and sighed. "All of them are good men! Rest in peace!"

"Military advisor, send orders to treat the Yellow Turban prisoners well!" Huangfu Jian ordered Yan Zhong, the military advisor standing in the audience.

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