Lord Yuan

Chapter 193

In Yangle County, Liaoxi County, Huang Long, who was drinking a small drink, suddenly felt panicked.

Stand up and call the congregation.

"Where is the county captain? Get ready to pack up and head to Liaodong!"

The members of the Yellow Turbans came up to him and said with a smile: "Commander Qu, that county captain was thrown out of the house by us just now, and there is no news about him until now."

Huang Long had no expression on his face, snorted coldly and waved his hands to ask these believers to call their respective tribes.

Not long after, it got a little brighter, and the high-spirited Huang Long looked at the Yellow Turban congregation gathered in front of him, and he couldn't even see the side.

The whole city wore yellow turbans, and the fanaticism in their eyes was evident.

As Huang Long made a pre-war declaration on the stage, the believers below began to cheer uncontrollably. Everyone opened their mouths and waved their hoes and other instruments in response. The closer they got to Huang Long, the weapons and equipment on those in front of him. They became more and more sophisticated, and even the spears, horse spears and other long-handled weapons that should have appeared in the hands of the Han army were almost hundreds.

Huang Long looked at the foundation he had laid with satisfaction. There were 15 people. Looking at the entire Yellow Turban Army, except for the three generals of Tiangong, his side had the largest number of people, and there were also many elites among them.

With this huge power in hand, Huang Long felt extremely heroic at this time, and Fang Qushuai's identity obviously did not match his current strength.

Now that Liaodong has been pacified, I must go to see General Tiangong and ask for help from him.

As for whether this time will fail, Huang Long has never thought about this issue.

Although General Du Liao in Liaodong is famous far and wide, compared with the current Yellow Turbans, he is really a bit stretched.

After all, Yuan Shao, the general of the Liao Dynasty, could only show off his power in a Liaodong county. Whenever he appears in the area where the Yellow Turban is located, he must understand that I am not jealous of the big ax in my hand.

After all, the defense strength of a county is still too weak. It is nothing more than nearly [-] defensive weapons. On weekdays, it may be useful to rely on city walls and fortresses to resist the Xianbei's southward march.

But in the face of the Yellow Turban, which has almost included the entire Youzhou, 1 people are really not enough.

The weather in September had begun to get colder, and since it was located inside the fortress, the cold breeze was really biting on the body. Huang Long shivered unconsciously and quickly ordered someone to bring a robe and put it on.

As for the believers below, there is no such treatment. Only those at the Yellow Turban Army commander level who have obviously different status can distribute some cold protection items. The rest can only rely on artificial heating and throw away the cold hands. Hoes and other utensils can be rubbed back and forth with two hands to bring a little warmth.

A wisp of reddish light shone directly down, vaguely bringing some warmth to the body, but Yan Liang and the other cavalry were not chilly at all.

They have been practicing here for a long time and are naturally resistant to the cold. In addition, Yuan Shao's treatment of his soldiers has never been ambiguous. They wear cotton and silk jackets to keep out the cold. Even those cold armors that Yuan Shao specially ordered to include. A layer of cotton is added, which is not only used as a buffer to resist impact, but also brings a warm flow close to the body.

Under such treatment, even the Xianbei people, who have always been unafraid of severe cold, were moved to tears by this sudden act of kindness.

Among the Xianbei people, it is difficult for them to have such treatment. Being able to drink a glass of warm tonic wine is already considered an extremely luxury. They can only use the fur from their own livestock to make a leather bag and put it on their body.

Xu Rong followed the fat county captain closely, observing the surroundings from time to time.

He knew that although his cavalry regiments were all the best among the best, brave and good at fighting, and extremely skilled in equestrian skills, the numbers were still too different after all.

What he said to the county captain before was actually a reminder to himself.

In this battle, the thief must be captured first. The Yellow Turban Army relied on its strength to unite into a group, and it was able to achieve such a feat of starting a prairie fire with a single spark. If you want to make it collapse and lose morale, this is the only way.

How to achieve such a feat without causing too much damage to the cavalry legion was a huge headache.

Yan Liang saw the concern on Xu Rong's face, patted his horse and asked in a low voice: "What? Are you timid in this battle?"

Xu Rong sighed, stopped and looked around before explaining his views in a low voice.

In the end, Yan Liang unexpectedly laughed, thinking that something could make Xu Rong so worried, but it turned out to be this.

Yan Liang immediately patted his chest.

I'm good at this, leave it to me.

Once Yan Liang experienced the feeling of being noticed by countless people, he became addicted to taking the leader of an army. He wished that he would be the first to seize the enemy, kill the general and capture the flag in every battle.

He has always dealt with Xianbei. He started from a small soldier and now is a captain in charge of an army of ten thousand people. He should have been more cautious and cautious, but Yan Liang did the opposite. The more dangerous the place. , he is often the first to bear the brunt.

When those subordinates saw that their captains were so brave and fearless of life and death, the whole legion instantly burst out with a shocking power that was hard to match. This is why Yan Liang felt that 2 people were enough.

Although he despises the enemy in tactics, he is never ambiguous in terms of overall strategy, and he has begun to move closer to the general who leads the army in battle.

There are more than 10,000 Yellow Turban thieves. Even if they stretch their necks one by one to kill them, it may take several days and nights. Yan Liang doesn't think that the Yellow Turbans are just a bunch of idiots. If they can break through Jizhou, where the governor of Youzhou is located, then This is enough to explain the problem.

Xu Rong smiled bitterly. This battle was extremely dangerous. In fact, if the crossbow cavalry battalion was really dispatched, the pressure they would face would be much less.

Yan Liang smiled heartily and glanced at the cavalry regiment behind him. Seeing that there was no fear on their faces, he felt more fighting spirit in his heart. He immediately patted Xu Rong on the shoulder and joked: "You were not so unfounded before. It seems that every time there is a battle, I wish I could rush faster than me. This time, I have agreed that the so-called Yellow Turban Canal Commander must be me!"

Xu Rong could only smile and nod.

The team continued to move forward unhurriedly.

Soon, on a plain passing through western Liaoning and adjacent to eastern Liaoning, the sentinels who were exploring in front rushed back quickly.

After explaining that he saw a large group of tribesmen wearing yellow scarves ahead, Yan Liang suddenly became happy and looked at the unobstructed plain ahead.

This is a treasure land!
Even Yan Liang understood that the only way to maximize the effectiveness of cavalry is on the plains and in pursuit battles.Among them, in plain battles, cavalry has an advantage that ordinary infantry cannot catch up with.

Many advantages such as speed, impact, and formation changes all belong to the cavalry.

Yan Liang said no more, but even though he was rushing forward at the head of the horse, Xu Rong could only wave and call for all the cavalry battalions to follow.

Soon, in the relatively middle area of ​​the plain, Yan Liang met the real master who planned to invade Liaodong this time.

Huang Long, who was so aggressive that he didn't pay attention to the cavalry in front of him, took a quick look. When the cavalry battalion was deployed, the number was only about 2.

Although it was far from his initial prediction, it was unheard of that a Liaodong county could support [-] cavalry. One cavalry required more than three times the money of an ordinary soldier, plus it needed to be equipped with war horses, armor, etc. Equipment, often the cost of arming one cavalry can already support ten ordinary soldiers.

It is a bit fanciful to want the combat capability of a cavalry to exceed that of ten soldiers. The cavalry can only form an organizational structure. The larger the number, the more obvious the visual impact it will bring, and the greater the power it can unleash.

Therefore, the development of cavalry in the past dynasties has been tepid. Except during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in order to attack the Xiongnu from a distance, the cavalry was vigorously developed. The rest were mainly infantry.

Of course Huang Long understood these truths. Before he had no war horses, he thought he could make up for the gap with his bravery. Then he got the horses in the Youzhou Governor's Mansion and instantly fell in love with the feeling of riding horses.

The current equestrian skills are not very sophisticated, but the huge improvement it has brought to him is obvious.

He felt that one cavalryman was equal to three Han soldiers and ten to five Yellow Turban followers.

This is not his nonsense, it is a conclusion he has drawn through these days of actual combat.

After comparing the strength gap between the two sides, Huang Long's pride was clearly written on his face.

He was not in a hurry to let his men charge. He just drove his horse forward slowly and stopped in the middle of the road. Looking at the cavalry regiment on the opposite side, which was hundreds of steps away, he felt a surge of shock. Come to mind.

He couldn't help but sigh, when would he be able to control such a large number of cavalry.

"Who is coming? Why are you blocking my Yellow Turban's progress?"

Of course he could see that with the exception of Liaodong, no other county had this ability, but he had to show the might of the Yellow Turban in front of his subordinates. If he could win without a fight with the power of words, Victory, I think there will be another good story spread in this world.

Huanglong Qushuai's eloquent talk about the morality of the Yellow Turbans intoxicated both warring parties, and finally gave up the war and became a member of the Yellow Turbans.

It feels wonderful just thinking about it!
Huang Long was intoxicated, and Yan Liang rushed forward.

Yan Liang will not tell you about the moral principles of the world. He knows that the opponent is powerful and full of fighting spirit, but he happens to be separated from his own team and is alone.

Opportunities like this are rare. Yan Liang didn't say much, just pat the horse and fly.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Liang's figure had already galloped dozens of steps. At the same time, he suppressed the urge to shout and just charged forward.

Huang Long was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself. In a trance, he seemed to see a burly man walking towards him. Huang Long even showed a smile that he thought was kind, but he didn't expect that a Yellow Turban general had already discovered such a move. Clap your horse forward.

"Don't hurt Qu Shuai, fight me!" The Yellow Turban general had an extraordinary bearing. He thrust the spear forward with fighting intent in his eyes!
Huang Long almost lost his mind at the roaring voice. Seeing a big man rushing towards him, Huang Long had no time to think.

Yan Liang saw that his plan failed, but he was not discouraged. He still shouted loudly and suddenly raised the long knife above his head. Under the neighing war horse, the blow was powerful and heavy, as if it had a huge force.

The yellow scarf warrior's face tightened, and he tried his best to block the attack with both hands.

A look of surprise appeared on Yan Liang's face, followed by a cold snort. The long knife and the spear collided with each other, making a crisp and clear iron collision sound.

The Yellow Turban general looked happy. He was not very powerful, but he only achieved such power with the help of the war horse, Xiao Daoer.

Just as he was about to take advantage of the opponent's strength to counterattack, he suddenly pulled out the spear in his hand without any effort, without any muddy feeling of being suppressed by gravity. When he was confused, Yan Liang had already turned his horse's head and took advantage of the opportunity. There was a slight pause, and the long knife drew a wave of waves in his hand.

The target was pointed directly at the Yellow Turban Qushuai. As for the Yellow Turban general, he didn't take it seriously at all. The feint attack just now only used less than [-]% of his strength.

While the general was still complacent, he suddenly heard the panicked cry of Qu Shuai from his hometown. He had no time to think about it, so he could only swing out the spear in his hand and stab it out, trying to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao, forcing the opponent to shift their target to him. On the body.

However, Yan Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the swift and tricky spear, and spurred his horse to gallop forward. The general dodged the spear, and grabbed the spear with his backhand.

On the other side, the long sword had already missed its target. Huang Long was just frightened by Yan Liang's sudden attack, and was at a loss for a moment. When he came back to his senses, his strength was still there.

He narrowly escaped Yan Liang's attack, but was frightened by the attack so much that the Tianling Gai felt empty. Seeing that his capable general was now trapped by Yan Liang, Huang Long immediately roared and stepped forward to rescue him.

Yan Liang was fighting one against two, his expression remained unchanged and he was not afraid at all. He suddenly grabbed the spear with one hand, and then threw it away. This sudden scene made the yellow scarf general not know what to do before he could react. Suddenly, the spear that was still in his hand just now stabbed him with a terrifying aura.

With just a thin layer of crude armor, he couldn't withstand the close-range thrust. He fell to the horse with a sound, his eyes widened. Until then, he still didn't understand how the other party did it.

Full of doubts, the Yellow Turban general who went out to protect Huanglong couldn't even hold on for two rounds and died under the thrust of his own spear.

Huang Long's eyes were full of anger. This was an unparalleled general who had followed him all over the world. He could reach this day without the courage of the other party. But now he died tragically in front of his eyes. Huang Long was angry and cursed fiercely: "You... How dare you kill my beloved general, a creature who knows nothing about life and death! How dare you bully me, an unknown person! He will definitely be cut into thousands of pieces, and it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

After saying that, he turned his horse's head without any hesitation and rushed towards his formation. At the same time, he waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Avenge Bai Chun!"

The Yellow Turban tribesmen were watching from a distance, but for just a moment, Bai Chun, who had been so lively just now, and one of the few Yellow Turban generals who could rival Qu Shuai, was now lying on the ground coldly.

"Come on!"

(End of this chapter)