An interesting dividing line appeared in the Yellow Turban Army formation. The soldiers at the front had already rushed forward, while those at the back were still pushing back.
The soldiers who were squeezing back saw that the soldiers in front were missing and were still wondering. Then they saw Zhang Liang pulling Zhang Bao back and running away frantically.
Failed, failed again.
The yellow scarf soldiers looked at Zhang Bao and Zhang Bao who were escaping, and ran back as hard as they could without caring about anything.
He was not idle when running for his life, shouting as he ran.
"Run quickly, the commander is defeated!"
One pass to ten, ten to one hundred, the Yellow Turban Army formation was filled with the sounds of defeat and fleeing.
This is how a rebel army composed of peasants can be very brave when they have an advantage. Once at a disadvantage, morale can easily collapse.
Under Zhang Liang's repeated stimulation, Zhang Bao gradually realized that he had fallen into Liu Zhang's conspiracy again!
He pushed Zhang Liang away. He couldn't run anymore now. What would the soldiers think when they saw him running?
"We can't go any further. Now there's chaos in the army. I have to stay and organize a counterattack!"
Zhang Liang was extremely anxious, and the army was in such a state of chaos that there was no way he could survive if he stayed behind!
"Second brother, the morale of the army is now in chaos. Liu Zhang will come to kill him soon. If we don't leave, it will be too late!"
Zhang Bao shook his head calmly and made the most correct decision in his life.
"Don't panic, Liu Zhang only has so many people, we will act separately, let the team restore order first, and then organize the attack!"
"Although the army behind is in chaos, there are no casualties. We still have a huge advantage in strength!"
Zhang Liang suddenly woke up after hearing these words.
Yes, Liu Zhang only has more than 30,000 people at most, why should he panic?
"Second brother, I'll find a way to maintain morale. You be careful!"
"Okay! Please!"
After Zhang Liang left, Zhang Bao picked up his banner and began to shout loudly.
"Huang Tian's sons, don't mess up, Zhang Bao is here."
Zhang Bao's personal guards also gathered and shouted loudly at the same time.
Gradually, the surrounding soldiers calmed down and moved closer to Zhang Bao.
Zhang Bao also took the opportunity to shout slogans to boost morale.
"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will bring good luck to the world!"
"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will bring good luck to the world!"
"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will bring good luck to the world!"
Gradually, the slogans of the Yellow Turban Army resounded throughout the battlefield. Although the army was still in chaos, it had initially stabilized.
"Very good!"
Zhang Bao saw that the team had calmed down and understood that it was time to counterattack.
"Huang Tian's people, there are only a few thousand officers and soldiers, kill them and occupy Guangzong!"
"Kill!"
Stimulated by Zhang Bao, more and more Yellow Turban soldiers rushed towards Liu Zhang's army, and the one-sided situation was turning.
Liu Zhang and others, who were unstoppable, encountered more and more obstacles.
"My Lord, the traitor Zhang Bao is boosting morale from behind, and the Yellow Turban Army has calmed down."
Huang Zhong hacked and killed the two men and shouted at Liu Zhang.
Liu Zhang narrowed his eyes, already feeling pressure in his heart.
It seems that things are not that simple.
He slashed two people to death with his sword, pretending to be calm and said with a smile:
"It's okay, the fun is yet to come! Soldiers, kill, the Yellow Turban Army is heartbroken! Today is the day to make great achievements!"
"kill!"
Dian Wei roared, no matter what the situation, he was like a god of war, his two halberds frantically harvesting the lives of the Yellow Turban soldiers.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The more courageous the general, the more courageous the army. The more indomitable the general is, the more unrivaled he will be. The morale of the soldiers is getting higher and higher.
Liu Zhang and Huang Zhong are also very brave, especially Huang Zhong who has outstanding martial arts. But Dian Wei's influence on soldiers on the battlefield is undoubtedly the strongest.
He is like a ruthless harvesting machine. The soldiers charge with him, their confidence and morale are at their peak!
While Liu Zhang and Zhang Bao were fighting fiercely, the Yellow Turbans who were far away from the battlefield also became confused.
Why don't you retreat from the front? Isn't it defeated?
Although the Yellow Turban Army is a peasant army, they are not all idlers. The lieutenant generals also know how to maintain order.
Taking advantage of the gap in the front that no longer retreated, he quickly stabilized the soldiers and re-boosted their morale.
But the good times did not last long, and the shouts of killing made the Yellow Turban Army frightened again.
"kill!"
The Yellow Turban Army general, who was still maintaining order, was startled by the sudden shouts of killing.
"Where's the killing cry?"
The yellow turban commander shouted in horror, this place is still some distance away from the main battlefield, how come there are shouts of killing?
As soon as he finished speaking, countless officers and soldiers poured out from all directions and surrounded the Yellow Turban Army.
"No, we're surrounded!"
Just now I stopped shouting that the front was defeated, and now I was shouting again that I was surrounded!
The Yellow Turban Army, which had not yet settled down, suddenly became even more panicked.
"Kill! Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang are dead. Those who surrender will not be killed!"
"Kill! Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang are dead. Those who surrender will not be killed!"
"Kill! Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang are dead. Those who surrender will not be killed!"
The officers and soldiers attacking from all sides kept shouting that Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were dead.
"I'm just saying that the front is defeated! Otherwise, why would we retreat so hard just now!"
"Defeated? Defeated! Even the commander is dead!"
"I won't fight! I want to go home!"
"Uuuuuuuuh, I haven't even had a full meal. I don't want to die."
The Yellow Turban Army was immediately in chaos. The tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army members began to abandon their helmets and armor and fled frantically for their lives.
It's a pity that both sides are full of officers and soldiers, so the only way to escape is forward or backward.
The Yellow Turbans pushed each other, trampled on each other, and staged scenes of killing each other because of their escape.
At this time, the Yellow Turban rear army was also in turmoil, and the spread of the retreat from the front had just affected the rear army.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't squeeze!"
"I fell, please pull me up! Ah! You trampled me to death!"
"Those in front don't push back! Slow down!"
"Those in the back, move back quickly! Hurry!"
What exactly happened here? Could it be that the front has been defeated again!
The Yellow Turban Qushuai couldn't stop shouting, and he pushed back as hard as he could before the soldiers had no time to react! If you fall down, you will be trampled to death!
What's going on in the front, and why is it always pushed to the back? Was he really defeated?
Even Qu Shuai has this idea in his heart, and you can imagine the soldier's heart!
Rumble. . .
The ground began to tremble, and the sound of horses pedaling could be heard from behind.
All the soldiers in the rear army tensed up, forgetting about the crowd, and all looked to the rear.
Huangjinqushuai held his breath, swallowed hard, and stared behind him.
No way, this is so far away from the battlefield. . .
He never believed that Liu Zhang still had troops ambushing here!
