Chapter 31 Heavy Losses
Seeing that he had to do something, Xu Rong quickly mobilized his troops and sent a distress signal to the sky. However, the attack that combined the strength of the troops only lasted for a moment in the air before disappearing. Whether it could be seen or not depended on fate.
"You will die!" Qu Yi was extremely cold and stared at Guo Hao.
"If you don't fight, you will die faster," Guo Hao said calmly.
Before Qu Yi could say anything, a Yellow Turban jumped out on his horse, looking as if he wanted to fight the general.
However, after a closer look, Qu Yi gave up the idea of taking the initiative and rushing forward to knock down his opponent, because the person rushing out was a player.
"Pengju, let go of the water and buy some time." While Xu Rong was mobilizing the troops to form a formation, he turned his head and called out to Guo Hao.
"There are more and more people on the opposite side. How about we delay some time?" Guo Hao was a little puzzled.
"Go ahead, Qu Yi and I will have a big fight, and then we will break out." Xu Rong looked helpless, he really was like a housewife without rice.
As a legion commander, he can only exert his strength if he has a large number of soldiers and generals under his command. With his current configuration, he is not as useful as a fierce general. After all, in small-scale battles, the role of a fierce general is far greater than that of a commander.
As for Qu Yi, he was even more powerless. He was a master of training troops. If he was given more than 3,000 infantrymen, he could form a vanguard legion.
But when he came under Dong Zhuo's command, all the capable warriors in Xiliang had been transformed into cavalry. Xiandeng was not as useful as cavalry in Xiliang, after all, equipment was a hurdle that could not be avoided.
Due to resource constraints, he had no use for his talents and could only work under Dong Zhuo, always trying to find a good lord to join.
"I am Guo Pengju from Beiliang, and the enemy general will die!" Guo Hao arrived first because the voice came, and rushed forward with a spear in his hand and stabbed straight ahead.
"Come on, I am Zhang Xingmin of the Yellow Turbans," the Yellow Turban player shouted.
With Guo Hao's deliberate defensive measures, the two sides fought fiercely, and it was like a match between a well-matched chess player and a good general.
Xu Rong and Qu Yi were silently practicing their ultimate skills, and once the winner was decided, they would use their ultimate skills to attack the Yellow Turban Army.
After Guo Hao received the signal from Xu Rong, he used his halberd to deflect the weapon of the Yellow Turban player, killed him instantly, and turned around to run away.
"Take action!" Xu Rong shouted, and in an instant two huge air blades gushed out from Guo Hao's troops. After most of their momentum was consumed, they fell heavily into the Yellow Turban troops.
"boom……"
"boom……"
Two huge roars were heard, and all the Yellow Turban troops that were hit were physically killed. The Yellow Turban generals on the opposite side were all out-and-out reckless men, and they didn't have such advanced technology.
In the face of the huge attack, the Yellow Turban troops were directly wiped out. The morale of the Yellow Turban troops instantly dropped to freezing point. They all stopped and dared not move rashly.
"kill!"
Guo Hao threw a morale-boosting spell, then jumped on his horse and charged out. In an instant , the morale of Guo Hao's side soared. With the boost of morale and the inflated power, they followed Guo Hao directly and charged towards the Yellow Turban troops.
The best-expected scenario did not occur. Instead of fleeing in all directions, the Yellow Turbans rushed forward and fought with Guo Hao and others.
They are the Yellow Turban Army, not the Yellow Turban bandits. They are true believers of Zhang Jue. Not to mention a mere legion attack, even a meteorite falling from the sky cannot let them escape.
"Damn it, break out to the front." Xu Rong shouted loudly, mobilizing all the troops to attack the gap he had estimated.
The gaps he estimated were all made up of aliens, that is, players. Xu Rong knew very well that aliens were not afraid of death, but they were still relatively weak compared to the elite.
Moreover, foreigners usually have no rules or prohibitions, which makes them more likely to suffer a crushing defeat.
Xu Rong mobilized all the players to both sides to use their lives to entangle the Yellow Turban generals, and then rushed forward with Guo Hao as the vanguard.
Guo Hao took the lead. He could not show his invincibility when facing the generals, but among the players he was still a well-deserved little BOSS.
Fifty points of combat power almost exceeds ninety-nine percent of the players.
With the support of Qu Yi and Xu Rong from the side, Guo Hao and others quickly broke out of the encirclement.
They ran, ran, ran, and ran until even Qu Yi and Xu Rong became a little blind. There were so many Yellow Turbans along the way that even some stragglers caused them a lot of trouble.
Two days later, Guo Hao finally saw the imperial court's garrison. At this time, the troops behind him were less than 800 people.
These two days were the most painful days Guo Hao had experienced since he entered the game. He came to Yuzhou with more than 10,000 troops full of confidence, but before he even met the real leader, he was defeated by the gathered Yellow Turbans.
Seeing the imperial army’s garrison, Guo Hao and others became excited and hurriedly accelerated towards the garrison.
The Yellow Turbans at the back hesitated for a long time, but finally chose to retreat. After all, their orders were to try their best to weaken the support from the imperial court. If they killed nearly 90% of them, they could just go back and report.
After a series of identity verifications, Guo Hao and his group finally entered the city and escaped danger.
Between life and death, the friendship between men always sublimates quickly. Qu Yi, who originally had some conflicts with Guo Hao, obviously became much more friendly.
After all, Guo Hao used his body to protect him from many attacks. Although he knew that the alien was immortal, it was always touching to see him risk his life to save him.
Guo Hao, who was in a mess, sat down to rest in the camp assigned to him. The feeling of being surrounded by thousands of troops was too exciting for him.
He also posted a message on the forum, asking the players who were killed and returned to Youzhou to resurrect to stop running around for the time being and stay in Jizhou and wait for his contact.
The resurrection point must be bound to the city. If you die, you can return thousands of miles away instantly, flying directly from Yuzhou to Youzhou.
Some unlucky guys forgot to bind the resurrection point in Youzhou, and ended up flying directly back to their hometown in Liangzhou. It would take more than half a month to get here, which basically meant saying goodbye to the Yellow Turban Rebellion.
Just when Guo Hao was resting , a messenger suddenly came to inform him to go to the big tent for a meeting.
Come to think of it, Guo Hao was at least a county magistrate, and Liu Bei was still a commoner during this period, so he was more than qualified to attend the meeting in the central military tent.
As the night deepened, the lights in the central army tent were on, and all the generals gathered in the tent to discuss matters. They had already received the news from Jizhou, but with the powerful enemy still before them, they were powerless.
The Yellow Turban commander Bo was a real figure, and with Chu Yan, Zhang Mancheng and others by his side, the battle between the imperial court and the Yellow Turbans could only be said to be a mixed bag.
At this time, the Yellow Turban Army in Yuzhou numbered several million, while the imperial court had only over a hundred thousand. In addition, the players on the Yellow Turban side had gathered together early, so the ratio of troop strength between the two sides was more than one to ten.
In other words, the imperial court had elite troops, while the Yellow Turbans were composed entirely of ordinary troops. Otherwise, no matter how brilliant Huangfu Song's command was, he would have ended up being defeated by a single wave of the Yellow Turbans.
But as long as people survive, there will be progress, not to mention that on a battlefield full of killing, the elite troops of the Yellow Turbans are increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This made the generals in the central army tent turn gray with worry.
