novelSusiti Chapter 889 Blocking the Spring and Killing!
Chapter 889 Blocking the Spring and Killing!
However, when the countless Daqian reinforcements ran out of the camp, they thought they could find a glimmer of hope, but they soon fell into even deeper despair.
Under the cover of night, the world outside the camp seemed to have turned into a yellow ocean, with countless Yellow Turban soldiers with yellow turbans surrounding them like a tide!
Li Cunxiao and Meng Zhang's goal was never simply to raid the camp and burn the supplies; it was to wipe out all the Daqian reinforcements in this camp!
The Daqian soldiers who had escaped from the camp were still catching their breath when they saw the Yellow Turban Army surging towards them like a tide, and an indescribable fear welled up in their hearts.
The moonlight shone on the chaotic battlefield, illuminating the Yellow Turban Army's orderly and disciplined formation.
Infantry, cavalry, archers—all kinds of troops were mixed together seamlessly and in perfect order, like a sophisticated war machine slowly starting up, ready to devour them completely.
The countless Yellow Turban Army infantry formations, their heads wrapped in yellow turbans, were as solid as a rock. Holding long spears, they stood shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot, forming an impenetrable wall, like moving mountains, slowly advancing towards them.
On one side of the numerous yellow-clad infantry formations, many Yellow Turban cavalrymen also patrolled the sides of the infantry formations, ready to pursue and intercept any escapees.
The most eye-catching of all were the well-equipped Yellow Turban archers behind the Yellow Turban infantry formation.
They held longbows, drawing the bowstrings taut, aiming at the fleeing Daqian soldiers ahead. The arrows gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a dark cloud of death hanging over the heads of the Daqian reinforcements.
Even nearby, the Yellow Turban Army brought heavy long-range weapons like ballistae to the battlefield.
The massive crossbow, operated by several strongmen working together, could launch a bolt as thick as a bowl hundreds of paces with each shot, piercing enemy armor as easily as piercing thin paper.
"Release the arrows!"
At the command of the Yellow Turban generals at the forefront, the Yellow Turban archers behind them simultaneously released their bowstrings, and countless arrows shot into the sky like locusts, tearing through the night sky and rushing towards the Daqian soldiers with a sharp whistling sound.
In an instant, countless silver streaks flashed across the sky as arrows rained down on the Daqian reinforcements like a torrential downpour.
Before the Daqian soldiers could react, they were all struck by arrows and fell down, screams echoing everywhere. Those who managed to dodge the arrows were terrified and in a sorry state.
However, this was only the beginning of the Yellow Turban army's offensive. Beside the Yellow Turban archers were many strongmen who operated dozens of ballistae. They were burly and muscular, as if they could tear steel apart with their bare hands.
The ballista was huge and powerful, with bolts as thick as a child's arm, extremely long range, and astonishing power.
With a loud shout from countless strongmen behind them, the strings of dozens of ballistae were pulled back sharply, and the bolts shot out like lightning, piercing the chests of rows of Daqian soldiers and pinning them to the ground.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The ballistae fired in rapid succession, raining down arrows. Countless Daqian soldiers fell to the ground, struck by arrows, suffering heavy casualties. Those soldiers who had not yet managed to escape were riddled with arrows, a truly gruesome sight.
In addition to ballistae and longbows, the Yellow Turban army was also equipped with many spear throwers who wielded long spears and possessed immense strength, capable of throwing their spears dozens of paces away.
With a shout, a spearman hurled his spear, which arced through the air and struck a Daqian soldier squarely in the back, piercing him and pinning him to the ground.
Suddenly, a gap appeared in the Yellow Turban Army's infantry formation, and countless Yellow Turban spear throwers unleashed their power, their spears raining down on the Daqian soldiers, each spear capable of taking a life.
With a series of roars, the spearmen hurled their spears with all their might, the spears drawing graceful arcs in the air before plunging deep into the bodies of the Daqian soldiers.
Those Daqian soldiers pierced by spears were like butterflies nailed to wooden boards, struggling helplessly, and could only watch their lives slip away bit by bit.
"Charge!"
At the same time, the Yellow Turban Army infantry phalanx at the forefront launched a fierce attack.
Countless soldiers with yellow turbans wrapped around their heads, wielding long spears, surged towards the Daqian reinforcements like a tidal wave. The forest of spears, with their various iron spearheads and even wooden spears, gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Each thrust was accompanied by a whooshing sound.
Although the Daqian reinforcements fought desperately, they were still forced to retreat step by step under the Yellow Turban army's overwhelming offensive.
The already precarious formation was instantly shattered, and countless Daqian soldiers clad in standard Daqian armor fled in all directions, their cries and screams mingling together to create a tragic dirge.
On the battlefield, there was also a special force of the Yellow Turban Army—the chariot unit. Driving Mo family chariots seized from various cities in the Great Qian Dynasty, they charged into battle like ancient beasts.
The heavy wheels of the chariot crushed all obstacles on the battlefield, and with each impact, they sent the Daqian soldiers flying several feet away.
Furthermore, the Yellow Turban soldiers on the chariots also wielded various specially made spears and short blades, constantly launching attacks on the surrounding Daqian reinforcements.
The Yellow Turban Army's cavalry also played a significant role at this time.
They roamed every corner of the battlefield, and whenever the Great Qian reinforcements attempted to break out, the Yellow Turban cavalry would appear before them like ghosts, wielding spears and sabers, and slaughtering the enemy without leaving a single survivor.
Riding their warhorses, they moved with incredible speed, sweeping across the battlefield like a whirlwind, leaving the many Daqian reinforcements who managed to escape with nowhere to run.
At this moment, the Daqian reinforcements on the battlefield, having been repeatedly ravaged, had long since lost the will to resist.
They frantically fled across the battlefield, trying to escape this terrifying battlefield.
However, the valley where the entire Daqian reinforcement camp is located has now been completely surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army, which has hundreds of thousands of troops.
No matter where they fled, the Yellow Turban Army could be seen everywhere. Countless Yellow Turban soldiers with yellow turbans on their heads pursued them relentlessly like maggots clinging to bones, leaving the Daqian reinforcements nowhere to escape. Their formation was completely broken up, and the soldiers fought on their own, completely losing their fighting capacity.
As time went on, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly clear.
With its continuous numerical superiority and tight formation, the Yellow Turban Army routed the Daqian reinforcements that kept escaping from the camp ravaged by the Flying Tiger Cavalry and Yellow Turban Warriors.
Countless corpses clad in the Great Qian armor piled up like mountains, forming a sea of death.
Finally, as the last ray of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, the battle on the battlefield came to a complete end.
The horrific scenes on the battlefield were appalling; blood, corpses, and remains were intertwined, creating a hellish spectacle.
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