Chapter 233: Total defeat!

Meng Zhang's command art is not only reflected in the use of tactics, but also in his keen insight into the battlefield and precise control of his soldiers.

He always paid attention to the changes on the battlefield and adjusted tactics and strategies in a timely manner according to the situation on the battlefield.

He is also good at mobilizing the emotions and morale of soldiers, allowing them to exert their maximum combat effectiveness in the shortest time.

Under his command, the originally chaotic and disorderly Yellow Turban Army became like a well-trained iron army, with good order in both attack and defense.

The steps were uniform, and each collision was like the force of thunder, making the Daqian army unable to resist.

At this moment, the Daqian army was in extreme chaos.

The soldiers fled in panic, and the generals were unable to organize an effective counterattack.

Under Meng Zhang's skillful command, the Yellow Turban army acted like a cutting machine, dividing and devouring the Daqian army bit by bit.

At this time on the battle line, soldiers from both sides fought back and forth in a desperate fight.

The flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers flickered constantly, and the cavalry charge was unstoppable. In every battle, some people would fall, but new ones would immediately take their place.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, as if it was going to overwhelm people's sense of smell.

As time went by, the battle line was extended, and the Yellow Turban Army rushed towards the defense line of the Daqian Army like a tide. The Yellow Turban Army wearing yellow turbans launched a charge again and again, and was repelled again and again, but each charge would bring a heavy blow to the Daqian Army.

The Daqian army's defense line was crumbling under the fierce attack of the Yellow Turban army, and it seemed that it could collapse at any time.

The scale of this war and the grand scene are so magnificent that one can't help but be amazed.

There were 350,000 elite Yellow Turban troops commanded by Meng Zhang, 200,000 regular Daqian troops represented by Yin Yuanxun, and 100,000 soldiers from various counties.

A total of hundreds of thousands of troops from both sides fought fiercely on the land of Luzhou, and the battle line covered the areas around dozens of major cities in Luzhou.

Both the Yellow Turban Army and the Daqian Army showed amazing fighting power and perseverance in this war.

Every charge and every fight of theirs reflects their desire for victory and their persistence in faith.

At the forefront of the battle line in Mengzhang, the Bull Demon King and the Three Demons of Lion Camel Ridge, who had already withdrawn their hands, took the lead, waving their weapons and leading the soldiers to charge again and again.

Their figures shuttled back and forth on the battlefield, and every time they appeared, they brought great pressure to the Daqian army.

The generals of the Daqian army were not to be outdone. Relying on solid fortifications and sophisticated equipment, they commanded their soldiers to put up a tenacious resistance.

Behind the front line, reinforcements from both sides were constantly arriving.

Whether they were cavalry, infantry, or archers, they injected new power into the battlefield and made the balance of war constantly swing.

As time went on, the fighting on the front became more and more intense.

The soldiers on both sides were exhausted, but they still insisted on fighting.

His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if he was determined to fight the war to the end.

In the end, under the repeated fierce charges of Niu Mowang and others, a hole was finally torn in the defense line of the Daqian army.

The Yellow Turban army poured in like a flood, splitting the Daqian army into several pieces.

At the same time, on the vast battlefield of Luzhou, with the defeat of the Daqian army on the front line, an even greater war storm is brewing.

The victory of the Yellow Turban Army seemed to open Pandora's box, releasing endless fighting passion.

On other fronts in Luzhou, the Yellow Turban Army soldiers witnessed the victory on the front battlefield. The fire in their hearts was instantly ignited and their morale reached its peak.

"Charge! Kill!" The shouts of the Yellow Turban Army were deafening, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and they launched a general attack on the Daqian army opposite with overwhelming force.

Hundreds of thousands of troops surged like a torrent, covering the entire plains of Luzhou.

In their ranks, there were generals riding tall horses and soldiers wielding heavy weapons, and each of them was filled with desire for victory.

The Daqian army seemed somewhat caught off guard by the general attack of the Yellow Turban Army.

Their originally solid defense line gradually collapsed under the fierce attack of the Yellow Turban Army, and the soldiers began to panic.

Although they tried their best to resist, they were still defeated by the overwhelming attack of the Yellow Turban Army.

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides fought a desperate battle.

There were flashes of swords, charges of cavalry, and rains of arrows, and people fell in every battle.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, as if it was going to overwhelm people's sense of smell.

The generals of both sides brandished their weapons on the battlefield and commanded their soldiers to charge into battle.

Their figures shuttled back and forth on the battlefield, and every appearance brought great encouragement to their side.

The Yellow Turban Army's offensive became more and more fierce, and they seemed to be charging forward tirelessly.

Their shouts were so loud that they seemed to drown out the entire Luzhou.

The Daqian army gradually collapsed under the fierce attack of the Yellow Turban Army. Their defense lines were torn apart again and again, and the soldiers began to flee in all directions.

Hundreds of thousands of troops joined together and launched a thrilling battle.

Soldiers from both sides fought bravely on the battlefield, and their figures intertwined into thrilling pictures in the ocean of blood and fire.

At this time on the battlefield, the morale of the Daqian soldiers had fallen to the bottom.

Faced with the Yellow Turban Army's overwhelming offensive, they were filled with fear and despair.

Many soldiers had lost their fighting spirit. They dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground to surrender to the Yellow Turban Army.

But the Yellow Turban Army had no mercy at all. They waved their weapons and killed the surrendering soldiers one by one.

At the front line, the Daqian generals tried to organize an effective resistance, but their efforts were in vain.

The Yellow Turban Army's offensive was too fierce, and they were unable to stop them at all.

Daqian's generals fell one after another, and their deaths made the Daqian army lose its last hope.

In this defeat, the soldiers of the Daqian army experienced unprecedented fear and despair.

They watched their comrades fall one by one and their defenses being breached bit by bit.

My heart was filled with helplessness and sadness, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment.

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of Daqian soldiers and abandoned weapons.

Their blood dyed the entire battlefield red, as if telling the cruelty and tragedy of the battle.

The Yellow Turban Army cheered and shouted on the ruins, celebrating their victory.

With the continuous charge of the Yellow Turban Army and the complete defeat of the Daqian Army, the entire Luzhou has become the territory of the Yellow Turban Army.

(End of this chapter)