Chapter 683

Time turns, and in a blink of an eye, it is already afternoon.

The sunset hangs in the sky, and the sunlight that has been there all day has softened a bit.

The first thing tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops who fled from Changshe and arrived at the east bank of the Xun River do is to stick their heads into the river water and drink wildly.

Along the way, although Bo Cai rode in a carriage, he was still equally thirsty.

The surrounding Yellow Turban Warriors hand two water bags filled with clear water to Bo Cai.

Bo Cai, who unscrews the lid, first drinks a few gulps.

Then he pours it all on his head.

Immediately, the cool feeling washing down from the top of his head makes Bo Cai's somewhat swollen head much clearer.

Bo Cai, standing on the war chariot, looks behind him.

In the distance behind, he can still vaguely see rolling dust.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song are chasing madly behind with cavalry.

"Quick, hurry up and order to cross the river, cross the river."

"Before dark, everyone must cross the river."

"As long as we cross the river, they won't dare to pursue." Bo Cai says to the deputy general riding on a horse beside the war chariot.

The deputy general, who is holding a water bag and drinking water, nods hurriedly, then wipes the water from the corner of his mouth and shouts loudly to the Yellow Turban Warriors beside him.

But what discipline can a temporarily assembled army have?

Thirsty for the whole afternoon, running for the whole afternoon, the Yellow Turban troops only care about lying by the river and drinking water.

The loud urging from behind cannot be heard at all.

The river shoreline is only so long.

Some even fight because of snatching the position to drink water.

Bo Cai, standing on the war chariot, sees this scene, frowns, and points to the riverbank: "Go, drive them across the river, drive them across the river!"

Bo Cai is anxious.

If they don't cross, it will be difficult to cross the river when Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun catch up later.

It would be simple if he wanted to run away alone, but if these tens of thousands of troops were gone, he would be a lone person.

After Bo Cai gives the order, the Yellow Turban Warriors hold weapons and begin to walk to the riverbank to drive them.

With the driving of the Yellow Turban Warriors, the Yellow Turban troops on the riverbank are finally driven to walk towards the opposite bank.

Because there is no time to choose a ferry, they just find a place to cross the river. The soldiers walk into the river channel that is dozens of meters wide and find that the water depth is enough to submerge their waists.

But fortunately, relying on the large number of people, they can hold hands with each other, so they won't be washed away by the turbulent river water.

But even so, it is inevitable that there are unlucky ones who slip on the stones under their feet and float down with the water flow.