Zou Jing, who was running hard, even threw his Han sword on the ground, and he had only one thought in his heart, extinguishing the torch.

The torches were extinguished.

As long as the torch is extinguished, it is worth dying!

Twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps.

Suddenly, a cold light fell into Zou Jing's chest, and the running body hit a sturdy and young body hard.

The long knife entered the abdomen, and the bright tip of the knife peeked out half a foot from Zou Jing's back.

A drop of crimson blood dripped down the blade and fell to the ground, but Zou Jing's outstretched arm couldn't touch it five steps away.

It was close at hand, and the bright firelight danced in the eyes, but it seemed to be far away from the sky.

Chu Yan nudged Zou Jing's limp body, pulled out the blade in his hand, and rubbed Zou Jing's blood-stained collar left and right, looking around.

Just as his arm touched the torch, there was a sudden shout in the distance, and a group of hussars suddenly slaughtered.

Ma Yue held the scabbard and the reins, and raised an iron spear from his back with his right hand to weigh it twice in his hand, he witnessed the whole process of Zou Jing's killing, and was surprised by the murderer's youth, but only surprised.

This little cub is dead!

Behind Ma Yue, Guan Yu and Xu Huang came out. A hundred steps away is the thousands of cavalry urgently mobilized by the Changshui battalion, and Yan Xing is in charge of the Chinese army to coordinate the various departments.

Ma Yue's spear was thrown from Chu Yan's horse fifty paces apart, and he aimed at Chu Yan's chest, no matter what, one blow would kill.

The spear galloped out and flew towards Chu Yan's body, Chu Yan was shocked when he saw it, he had never seen anyone who could throw the spear so far, even on a horse. Frightened, he hurriedly threw himself to the side, even so, Chu Yan didn't let go of the torch, let it fall to the ground, the sparks covered his arms, and the oilcloth slapped on his clothes and didn't let go.

Stealing into the camp of the Han army, killing so many Han soldiers and killing so many wrestlers, isn't it just for such a torch in the end?

Ma Yue narrowed his eyes, in the field of throwing short spears, he is a master, although he is drunk tonight, but the kung fu and eyesight that he has practiced for a long time will not disappear with the wine, as soon as he throws the spear, he knows that this spear is empty.

Chu Yan just didn't dodge or dodge, and this spear was still two inches away from his body.

Throwing a spear from fifty paces away, if this is a distance that Ma Yue would not dare to think of in normal times, I am afraid that only a man like Yasuki, who was born to learn to use any weapon to fight, can barely throw eight shots from fifty paces away......

Even if Ma Yue is in the best condition, he can guarantee that thirty steps can hit the human body, and he is not yet superb enough to point where he can point.

The spear throwing missed was not an accident, Ma Yue spread the reins with his left hand and pulled out a spear again, and the knife in his right hand went straight to the young man who was about to stand up more than ten steps away.

You can't dodge this knife!

The speed of the galloping horse and the strength of Ma Yue slashed out with one sword!

It slashed on Chu Yan's blockable blade.

Chu Yan had just stood up and lost his balance, and was suddenly hit by the huge force on the blade, his body floated backwards, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Ma Yue's armor, and he was taken back a few steps, and finally fell down.

Ma Yue's steed galloped behind him, and the young knight on the horse suddenly twisted his body, holding a sharp spear on his left arm, and the target was Chu Yan, who had fallen to the ground!

That's the killer move!

The spear was shot out, and the spear was bound to be won.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out and blocked Chu Yan with a round shield.

"Doo!"

The spearhead revealed a round shield, and Ma Yue narrowed his eyes, and he saw the horn hanging from the waist of the owner of the round shield.

The sturdy middle-aged man threw away the round shield, glanced at Chu Yan, and beckoned to Ma Yue with a horizontal knife.

This middle-aged man doesn't look like a character to be messed with, not to mention that there are several strong men with yellow scarves around him, Ma Yue chuckled lightly and shook the ring knife in his hand.

Yan Xing, who was following on Ma Yue's side, jumped out of the horse and rushed forward towards Zhang Niujiao.

Ma Yue squinted at Zhang Niujiao and swept the formation for Yan Xing. The boy whose clothes were burned by torches had been forgotten by him.

The camp gate of the baggage garrison was in chaos, and the main battlefield hundreds of steps away was the same, the combat effectiveness of the Yellow Turban wrestlers was terrifying, and the various tall and strong martial arts were exquisite, but the number was only nearly a thousand, and they were soon surrounded by a large number of Han troops who arrived and struggled to support them in the array.

Zhou Cang's leg was stabbed by Zhang Fei's iron spear and he was unable to move, dragging the remnants of his body after giving Zhang Fei a punch, he was squeezed away by the surging crowd of chaotic battles, and shuttled through the chaotic army with his bare hands, and finally knocked over a Han soldier, just picked up a standard ring knife from the ground, and saw that his eyes were covered by a black shadow, and when he raised his head, he saw two strong front hooves raised high by the horse.

My life is at rest!

But in an instant, the front hooves of the horse landed, revealing a white and heroic young man with a yellow scarf on his forehead on the horseback, and the young man stabbed to death a Han soldier behind Zhou Cang who was waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, turned over and dismounted to help Zhou Cang.

"Qu Shuai hurry up and get on the horse, the Han army has formed a situation of encirclement, and it will be too late if you don't leave!"

Under the ups and downs of the mood, Zhou Cang suddenly gasped and said, "Yuan Shao...... It turned out to be you, what should you do if I get on the horse? ”

The name of the person who came was Pei Yuanshao, Guanghe was rescued by Zhou Cang in the mountains in the sixth year, and later trafficked illicit salt together, Zhou Cang had a serious illness in the winter of that year, and it was Pei Yuanshao who sought the Fu water of the great virtuous teacher for Zhou Cang to be cured, and then the two joined the Taiping Road together, one was the cavalry commander under the general of the earth, and the other joined the Yellow Turban Warrior with his strong body and strong martial arts.

Pei Yuanshao held the spear and patted the horse's buttocks under the seat of Zhou Cang, and said with a smile: "Just grab another horse, Qu Shuai doesn't have to worry, Yuan Shao will have a round with his brother later!" ”

Before the words fell, the horse had already galloped all the way with Zhou Cang, breathing a sigh of relief, Pei Yuanshao clenched his spear, frowned and put on a defensive posture, and looked at the seven or eight Han soldiers who were encircling him coldly......

"Yide! Yide! ”

In the chaos of the army, Liu Bei held the Han sword in both hands, and protected Zhang Fei, who did not know life and death, behind him, and the left and right guards were Liu Deran, who fought with him and the Yellow Turban Force.

The leather armor on Liu Bei's lower abdomen was opened, and the blood that flowed out of the half-foot-long wound had soaked through the robe, but despite this, Liu Bei still guarded what he had to protect inch by inch.

His brother.

The three Yellow Turban wrestlers spotted the two lone Han soldiers and rushed forward brandishing their weapons, Liu Deran took two steps back with some fear, "Brother...... Brother! ”

Liu Bei was speechless, there were a few locks of wet hair scattered on his forehead, stained with blood and sweat, the severe pain made his face look not so kind but a little hideous, with all his strength, he waved the Han sword in the air, and shouted: "Come on!" ”

"Liu will never take a step back!"

Just as Liu Bei was about to defend his wounded friend to the death, groups of Han troops rushed up and surrounded the Yellow Turban wrestlers.

The leading Han army general carried a ring knife, sat high on the Xianbei horse with strong limbs, squinted a pair of Danfeng eyes and gently bowed his head at Liu Bei, and then lifted the reins with an expressionless face.

Liu Bei held the Han sword, half-knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, looking up at the tall figure who had left ten paces away.

Later, he had heard that the tall young general was another Sima in the Han army, named Guan Yu, and the word cloud was long.