The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

The weapon he was holding rolled with his body, like a rotating fan, setting off bloody waves of stumped limbs in the crowd.

The sound of fighting was boiling, the ground was soaked with blood, and the ripples of flesh and blood continued to spread, people crowded and killed, and people fell down one after another.

He could clearly see the silhouette of a black war horse holding a scimitar and a flying spear.

A small leader of the Yellow Turban, who had also been in charge of hundreds of subordinates, trembled again in the arm holding the knife.

His eyes were bloodshot, his clenched teeth opened at this moment, and he suddenly let out a horrified cry of "Ah——", and the psychological shadow of the past finally magnified again.

He rode his horse and turned around, fleeing towards the east where no one was.

The guards on both sides stared dumbfounded at the back of the fleeing figure. The next second, the "Iron Cavalry Chaoshui" suddenly pushed over, and blood and flesh flew everywhere...

And these are just "glances" of one of the surprises.

Gao Zhi, who was still dripping with blood all over his armor, had already come to the front with a spear in his hand, with a silent expression on his face, watching his cavalry chasing and killing a large number of rout soldiers, the massacre was a foregone conclusion.

"Order the whole army to string their arrows and hunt them down with their tails." Gao Zhi looked at the leaderless and collapsed form in the distance, and gave the order with a sneer smile.

Hearing the order, those Xiliang iron cavalry who charged moved towards the left and right gap like the ebbing sea water.

The straight line that the opponent was originally running on drew a huge arc on the ground.

The iron cavalry from Xiliang silently drove their horses to disperse, drew their longbows one after another, pulled the strings and let go while running.

Whoosh whoosh—

The arrows on both sides flew across the sky and intersected with each other. Some of them collided and fell to the ground in the middle, or shot to the front and stuck into the soil. Only a few of them wiped blood on people's bodies.

They are not Baima Yicong after all.

Although they are both elite cavalry in the world, Xiliang iron cavalry has always excelled in the style of charging, chiseling, and hitting hard.

When it comes to bows and arrows, Baima Yicong is the strongest cavalry archer in the world.

In addition to the nearly [-] yellow turban army, they were running around in all directions at this time, so the bows and arrows of the Xiliang cavalry did not actually have the effect Gao Zhi expected.

In fact, those who should run have almost run.

It's no wonder that these Xiliang army, even if [-] pigs ran away, it would take a while to catch them, let alone nearly [-] living people.

The defeated Yellow Turban soldiers were already running around all over the mountains and plains.

Even if Xiliang's army was chasing after them, the gap in numbers was too great.

After all, it is impossible for one person to catch ten people no matter what.

Although the soldiers of the Xiliang Army tried their best to widen the line of stragglers and expand the encirclement, many of the defeated yellow scarves sneaked into the forest and ran away!

Guo Da is one of the best.

From more than ten miles to the west of the battlefield, the pursuit is racing against time.Under the night sky, rumbling vibrations came from the dark field, and the lights of countless torches fluctuated and gathered into a torrent, passing through from west to east, galloping fast.

In the wilderness forest, occasionally a night bird flies up from the branches in fright and makes panic calls.

The spirited cavalry ran into several deserters...dozens...hundreds. After the weapons collided, their horseshoes stepped on the mutilated corpses and continued to chase forward.

"The general has a leader, whoever captures and kills Guo Da will be rewarded ten gold!"

The horses galloped out first, and behind them, the silhouettes of war horses rushed out, running faster and faster, the ground shook, and there was a huge rumbling roar, and they chased eastward.

...

After a battle, time flies unconsciously.

It was almost dusk, and the outline of the hills was dim in the sky. People's footsteps walked across the grass, and there was a rustling sound, filled with the smell of blood.

At this time, the battle was basically over, and the horseshoes stopped on the slightly raised slope.

Gao Zhi put on a cloak with his gloves, and walked towards the center of the battlefield with a strong wind.Gao Zhi slowly lowered his hands, and the surrounding people with guns lowered their arms.

The cold wind strokes, the fluff on the collar armor, and the cloak rustle softly.

According to the final statistics, in this battle, the main force of Baibo Yellow Turbans was wiped out, more than 3 prisoners were captured, and almost [-] escaped.

In any case, breaking 10,000+ with [-] is a real victory!

So far, the turmoil of the Yellow Turban in Hanoi has been calmed down.

Next, what Gao Zhi and the others need to do is to rectify the soldiers and horses, gather the captives, and appease the captives.

After all, on the battlefield at this time, the captives, basically most of them, can serve as new sources of replenishment.

As long as there is food and drink, after a long time, these bitter hahas with their heads pinned to their waistbands will definitely not pay attention to who their new lord is.

The big deal is that whoever is strong will follow whoever, they don't have the saying of betrayal. ?

270 Second General

The smoke and dust are lingering, and the wind is whistling.

On the vast ground, there are still piles of Xiliang, Yellow Turban, soldiers and horses from both sides, and countless corpses of soldiers lying horizontally.

A long stream of blood flowed out from the dead bodies like a gurgling stream, converging into rivers of blood, and the bloody air rushed towards the face, giving people a dull and oppressive feeling.

Reflecting the setting sun, the blood-red halo was slightly whitish, adding a bit of boundless and murderous air between the desolate world.

The cold wind blew violently on the cloak that Gao Zhi was wearing behind Yijia.

The cold wind whizzed by, and there was a sound in the ear.

With bright eyes, thousands of blood-stained cavalry stopped, and after that, there were rows of Xiliang armored soldiers, holding swords in their forehands, closely surrounding them.

When the knights in the front row moved slowly left and right, a majestic and rough voice came.

"We, here, see General Gao."

Under the sound of the words, countless Xiliang cavalry lined up in a row, and the horses spouted rough air, full of murderous aura.

However, when they faced Gao Zhi, they still maintained that touch of humility, either deliberately or implicitly.

Now, with Gao Zhi's achievements on the battlefield before, even the Xiliang army, who have been licking blood all day long, are extremely shocked and secretly admired.

No matter what opinion they gave to Gao Zhi and others in private before they left, but now, they are full of awe towards Gao Zhi in their hearts.

That is the sense of fear poured out with countless human blood, deeply rooted and unbreakable!

"Hahaha, General Gao, I'm here too!" In the quiet and shocking voice, there was a rough and unsophisticated laugh, from far to near.