In the chaotic battlefield, the moonlight on the fifth watch, and the soaring flames of the company's camp, Ma Yue's eyes widened and he wanted to see more clearly.

The bumps on the horse's back, the smell of wine spurting from the mouth and nose, the arm holding the long knife trembling incessantly, and the legs were weak and unable to exert their strength.

Compared with Ma Yue, Guan Yu's state is much better, Ma Yue's alcohol consumption is too poor, and his seriously injured body has not been able to get enough cultivation, but at this moment, no matter what, he must provoke the beam to resist the sneak attack of the Yellow Turban.

"No, let them have an inch."

Fools can see that their purpose is to attack the baggage camp. In any case, the Yellow Turban Army's stealing camp had already caused great damage to the Han army, and the second battalion of the Shooting Sound and Tun Cavalry was in flames, and the resistance force effectively organized by the fifth battalion was less than 5,000.

This means that more than half of the losses will be lost, and if they are allowed to burn the grain and grass in the baggage camp again, the face of the Han army will be lost to the Western Regions.

They have to be stopped.

Ma Yue would not pin his hopes on the hundred or so men who looked like craftsmen at first glance, even if the black-faced man who rushed out looked very strong.

"Yan Ming gave the order, the whole army of the Changshui Battalion attacked, and Xu Huang was the vanguard!"

"No!"

Yan Xing opened his throat and roared angrily, and the three armies of Changshui agreed in unison.

"No!"

Chu Yan ran towards Zhang Fei to kill, but was suddenly dragged by the neck, Zhang Niujiao, who was not confused, was in the most attractive moment of a man, and he understood that Chu Yan was not the opponent of this black man. Besides, it's not just because of Chu Yan, but the black man already has a good opponent.

Zhou Cang didn't know when he grabbed a horse again, and at the same time that Chu Yan was dragged by Zhang Niujiao, the galloping horse galloped past Chu Yan's sleeve, and Zhou Cang ran over with a long knife.

Zhang Fei's upside-down iron spear slapped the horse's buttocks, stared at the oncoming yellow-faced big man and rushed to the crown angrily, shook it violently, and slapped the iron spear as a gun, and was about to shoot the yellow-faced man who was blocking the way off the horse with one move.

There were more than a dozen Yellow Turban cavalrymen behind this man with a yellow turban, and Zhang Fei knew that he had to fight quickly.

Although Zhang Fei's momentum was full of fierce generals, he was not optimistic about him in the eyes of the Yellow Turban people and even Ma Yue and others who came to help...... Such a blacksmith-looking young man dared to rush out of the baggage camp with an iron spear, and was about to provoke the enemy generals, did he really think that the generals were all tofu?

Zhang Fei's iron spear swept through the air, facing Zhang Fei's spear with hatred, if it was ten years later, few men in the world might dare to fight hard, but now...... Zhou Cang dares!

Zhou Cang snorted, and slashed at the swept iron spear, Zhang Fei had a lot of strength and borrowed horsepower, this move was unmatched. But Zhou Cang is not incompetent, this bearded man who grew up in Kansai used a pair of scuds to sell illegal salt between Hedong and Jizhou in the early years, his body is solid and tight, and his arms have the strength of a thousand catties.

The most important thing is that Zhou Cang has battlefield experience that Zhang Fei can't catch up with on horseback!

The iron spear hit the long knife, and suddenly made a sound of gold and stone, and the long knife broke in response, and Zhou Cang, who was on the horse, saw that the iron spear was about to sweep in front of him, and suddenly jumped with his strength, and rolled back on the ground.

Zhang Fei saw that Zhou Cang was swept off his horse with a move, so he rushed forward with an iron spear, and the iron spear stabbed several times.

The iron spear pierced into the ground and went deep into the ground, stabbing a hole in the earth and turning up large chunks of dirt.

The two spears missed, and the third spear narrowly pierced Zhou Cang's leather armor, Zhou Cang rolled and immediately pressed the spear back, his right hand supported the ground and jumped up suddenly, the huge force tore the leather armor apart, and smashed his fist on the galloping horse's head in mid-air.

"Bang!"

"Herod!"

With a muffled sound, Zhang Fei's crotch made a wail, and his body spread out to lift Zhang Fei off the horse, Zhang Fei fell off the horse and was pressed by the horse, Zhou Cang also fell to the ground due to unstable lower plates, despite this, Zhou Cang still roared: "Burn the baggage!" ”

As soon as Zhou Cang and Zhang Fei fought at the beginning of their battle, he noticed that Zhang Fei's martial arts and strength were above him, but he was not alarmed, and martial arts on the battlefield did not represent everything. Zhou Cang followed Zhang Bao to various parts of Jizhou, and his experience was his most valuable asset.

In the face of danger.

Zhang Fei's competitiveness was too strong, and when Zhou Cang smashed his fist on the horse's head, his first reaction was not to jump away from the war horse, but to stab out a spear with all his might, and before he could see if the spear hit, his body had been crushed to the ground by the war horse.

His iron spear pierced Zhou Cang's leg.

After Zhou Cang fell to the ground, he got up from the ground with a grunt, ignoring the pain in his right leg, he threw down Zhang Fei's left arm and held down Zhang Fei's head, and his right arm suddenly charged a fist on Zhang Fei's head.

The two fought for only a moment, and the Yellow Turban cavalry behind Zhou Cang and the craftsmen led by Liu Bei had already collided together, and Chu Yan and Zhang Niujiao led dozens of Yellow Turban wrestlers to rush into the baggage camp despite the arrows flying overhead.

Just as the Yellow Turban Lux rushed into the baggage camp with his front foot, he rode a fast horse to the camp gate with his back foot and led a group of subordinates, but he was still a step slower after all.

When Chu Yan rushed into the baggage camp, the first to bear the brunt was the candidate of the Northern Army, Zou Jing.

At this time, there were only more than 20 craftsmen and Zou Jing who were guarding the baggage, and Zou Jing was holding a big Han ring knife tightly, blocking Chu Yan's inevitable path.

Behind him is Wanshi grain and grass, which is the bargaining chip for the battle with Zhang Jiao this time, and the tax paid by the people of the world who are thrifty and frugal.

He's the last line of defense for it all!

The craftsman behind him had already rushed out, blocking the strong man of the Yellow Turban with his weak body, and Zou Jing did not move.

Zou Jing knew that he couldn't resist these extremely vicious people, and he couldn't wait for the reinforcements to arrive, although the ground under his feet had been gently shaken by the iron hooves of the reinforcements, and although the battle array of the Changshui camp was deafening.

Although there are too many, Zou Jing knows that he can't hold on.

The man with a horn tied to his waist on the opposite side was too fierce, and the two brothers Liu Xuande and Liu Deran, who had been killed and died several times in the rebel army, could not stop his attack, and the craftsmen were defeated by the majestic men with yellow scarves wrapped in them, but in a moment, eight or nine people fell in a pool of blood.

It's not fighting, it's slaughter.

On this battlefield of 100 paces, there are all living beings in all directions, and only two people are very quiet.

Chu Yan's tranquility is calm, he holds the ring knife in his right hand and the shield in his left hand, he swept through the melee crowd steadily and quickly, and with a swing of the knife, a craftsman fell, and he had only one goal, Zou Jing.

As long as Zou Jing is killed, the granary can be set on fire before most of the Han army is encircled, and even if there is no place to bury him, it can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the Heavenly Gong General and the Digong General.

Zou Jing's silence was quiet, he stood still and didn't move, seeing that Chu Yan was getting closer and closer to him, he was waiting, there were two targets in his eyes, two torches at the gate of the camp.

The entire baggage camp is full of food, and there is no open fire inside, except for the two torches at the gate of the camp, the nearest is in the camp tent hundreds of steps away, as long as the torches in front of the camp gate are destroyed, this camp may be saved.

He just waited, waiting for the young man in front of him to be closer to him, a little farther away from the camp gate.

Chu Yan looked at the Han officer in front of him, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, the coward in front of him was already stunned, he didn't dare to raise the sword in his hand when he walked twenty steps away from him, shook his head slightly, Chu Yan rushed towards Zou Jing.

At this moment, Zou Jing suddenly moved, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and rushing towards Chu Yan.

"Poof!"

The two walked sideways, Zou Jing's arm was scratched by the long knife, Chu Yan waved the long knife twice unscathed, moved his wrist, and turned around to give this Han Dynasty official a good time, but found that things were not what he imagined at all.

After a short fight, Zou Jing ignored the injury on his arm, and rushed towards the camp gate without abating, and had already run dozens of steps in a few breaths, and in the blink of an eye, he took off the torch on the left side of the camp gate and threw it on the ground, and suddenly ran towards the torch on the right.

The torch fell to the ground and splashed a puff of sparks, and the sparks were full of anger in Chu Yan's eyes!