Section 11 Northern Cavalry Enters the Pass

  For Zhang Kuang, the next battle must be fought beautifully! Using the bloody heads of the Han army to establish prestige is much more effective than killing his own people!

  "Dada, dada, dada..."

  The loud sound of horseshoes echoed, and the Han army's large cavalry finally came after them at a steady pace.

  Haha, just as expected...

  Witnessing this scene, Zhang Kuang's heart involuntarily rose with a heroic spirit of "the battle is entirely in our grasp".

  These Han army cavalrymen wore only thin leather armor, holding small crossbows in their hands, with short-handled ring-headed knives at their waists, holding torches and urging on their horses, trotting along the road, driving away the terrified Yellow Turban defeated soldiers.

  Although they were pursuing the enemy, the Han army cavalrymen's expressions were quite relaxed. From time to time, some cavalrymen would jump off their horses and kill the exhausted Yellow Turban warriors who had fallen to the ground during the chase, cutting off their heads.

  Not a few cavalrymen had the heads of captured Yellow Turbans hanging from their horses' heads. A few had one or two, while others had four or five. One particularly slender cavalryman was the most exaggerated, with no less than ten human heads hanging from his horse's front and back!

  The vanguard of the cavalry, passing in front of Zhang Kuang, left clear marks on the main road with those blood-dripping heads. The Yellow Turban ambushers who saw this scene were all filled with righteous indignation.

  However, after these days of military discipline training, the Yellow Turbans finally controlled their own thoughts.

  But every Yellow Turban warrior who felt a pang of sorrow in his heart was secretly shouting:

  Why hasn't the signal for attack been sent out yet?!

  At this moment, time seemed to pass so slowly in Huang Qi's heart.

  When this cavalry of over 200 Han troops had already passed halfway through the ambush circle, Zhang Kuang suddenly shouted loudly:

  "Kill!"

  "Kill him!"

  The Yellow Turban warriors, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly jumped out of the forest, holding long spears and large halberds, and launched a fierce attack on the Han army cavalry, who were caught off guard!

  Dian Wei and Zhang Liao, two great fierce generals, rode at the forefront, charging in the very front.

  Zhou Cang wielded a heavy long-handled sword weighing dozens of catties, chopping down two mounted cavalrymen with the ease of cutting vegetables, splitting them in two at the waist within a single breath.

  Dian Wei wielded two short halberds, each weighing over twenty catties, shouting loudly as he charged forward. In a distance of ten steps, he had already beheaded two men, severed three arms and four horse legs, and knocked unconscious a warhorse that was still standing.

  These two brave generals, one at the head and one at the tail, cut off the entire enemy cavalry in three sections!

  "Ah!"

  "No!"

  "An ambush!"

  ……

  Suddenly subjected to such a blow, the entire cavalry regiment was thrown into chaos. Some cavalrymen hastily raised their crossbows and took aim, while others drew their ring-headed knives and swung them wildly on horseback, but more people were flailing about, not knowing where to put their hands and feet.

  Finally, the commander of this cavalry, the "Camp Marshal" of the Great Han Northern Army, had some experience. He operated a "war horse", jumped off the warhorse, dodged Dian Wei's fierce charge, and then shouted loudly:

  "Dismount! Form up! Dismount and form up!......"

  The other Han troops, hearing the leader's call, woke up like a dream and jumped off their horses one after another, gathering in groups of three or five to form small arrays, shielding each other. As a result, the ambushing Yellow Turban warriors suffered casualties for the first time.

  Of course, the loud shouting of the Han army camp's Sima immediately made him the primary target in the eyes of the Yellow Turban warriors. Not to mention others, Dian Wei knocked out the horse under the Han army camp's Sima with one punch, and his short spear danced like the wind, each blow striking at the vital parts of the Han army camp's Sima.

  The Han army's camp marshal rolled on the ground to avoid Dian Wei's horizontal sweep, and was about to join a small formation of Han soldiers beside him when he suddenly felt a severe pain in his chest. He looked down in disbelief to find that a sharp sword blade had already protruded from his chest!

  He let out a loud cry and reached out to grab the sword blade. But in the blink of an eye, the sword blade was gone. The camp commander grabbed at nothing, his body crashing to the ground, where he convulsed several times, his shocked and enraged eyes still wide open, clearly having died with his eyes un shut.

  Xiyuan Army Cavalry Regiment Commander, Yang Kong of the Yang family from Hongnong, has fallen in battle!

  Zhang Kuang retrieved his blood-dripping treasured sword and with a movement of his body, he disappeared into the dense forest.

  Zhang Kuang's kung fu, although not suitable for the battlefield, is extremely skilled in chaotic battles and assassinations. Because when "Daxianliangshi" Zhang Jiao chose to teach him, he originally cultivated Zhang Kuang as a "sword guest".

  Even if the current Zhang Kuang is a soul that has traveled through time from later generations, he still retains some of the abilities and even personality of this body. Otherwise, with his original identity as a 21st-century internet addict, how could he have done such ruthless things?

  Now Zhang Kuang showed off his skills a bit, discovering that his own martial arts abilities were actually quite impressive, and he felt greatly relieved in his heart.

  At this point, the Han army can be said to have been defeated. In places where they were not caught up in the melee, some clever cavalrymen began to flee on horseback. However, for most of the Han troops who were surrounded by the Yellow Turbans, this idea was simply impossible to implement.

  Especially on both sides of the main road, there are dense forests. People can walk through, but horses cannot pass no matter what. Although some Han army cavalrymen abandoned their horses and entered the forest, after all, they were not many in number.

  "The blue sky has died, the yellow sky will rise! Kill!......"

  Not far away, the earth-shaking shout of killing came again. That was Zhang Kuang's reserve team prepared in advance. Looking at the large torches, like a cloud layer, accompanied by the shout of killing, gradually approaching, the Han army had completely lost its fighting spirit and began to collapse completely.

  "Spare those who surrender! Spare those who surrender!......"

  Seeing the development of the situation, Zhou Cang was the first to shout loudly. With a glimmer of hope, the Han army, who had been in despair, tentatively put down their weapons. When they found that those who surrendered were not killed, they immediately began to surrender in a rush.

  Of course, there are always exceptions.

  A short and stout soldier, leaning against a large tree, swung the big halberd he had seized, with a mighty gust of wind, and repeatedly repelled three Yellow Turban soldiers who were attacking him. Not far away, two wounded Yellow Turban soldiers covered their wounds, staring at this culprit with fierce and sinister eyes.

  "Surrender quickly!"

  "It can't be escaped!"

  "Surrender or die!"

  Facing the surrender of the Yellow Turban soldiers, this small cavalryman stubbornly pursed his lips and remained silent. However, the large halberd in his hand continued to point forward.

  "Xiao Lezi, give up! Sima is also dead, why bother sacrificing your own life in vain?......"

  An old soldier who had been disarmed looked at the little cavalryman, still fighting desperately, and couldn't help but try to persuade him.

  "Yeah, we're not being caught by those brutal barbarians, we're all Han people, surrendering doesn't matter..."

  To be honest, the preaching of "Taiping Dao" still has a great influence on the middle and lower levels of the Han army. Under the circumstances that the situation has already gone, the resistance will of the Han army soldiers is not high. Otherwise, how could the tens of thousands of northern army elites with superb combat skills and excellent equipment be defeated by the three or four thousand elite soldiers of the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans last month?

  Facing the persuasion of his colleagues, Xiaolezi remained silent, only swinging his halberd and striking a Yellow Turban soldier's chest. If it weren't for the protection of his leather armor, this blow would have torn open the soldier's belly.

  "What's his name? Where is he from?"

  Having settled the rest of the Han army cavalry, Zhang Kuang walked over and found that there was still one hard bone left. He was curious for a moment and asked the old soldier who had persuaded him to surrender a question.