Everyone was killed like a blood gourd, with only the yellow turban and the iron helmet as symbols. War horses neighed and rushed to and fro, swords and spears collided with farm tools, and sometimes sparks were scattered. The severed head was kicked and rolled by the horse, and the stabbed horse struggled feebly until it was trampled into a mess of flesh. From a distance, the bubbling blood seemed to be pools of blood, and then gradually coagulated, purple, and blackened.

Ma Yue couldn't see the chaotic army, and he couldn't see the few Changshui knights left behind him, he only saw the merits.

His personal life and death were abandoned by him, and the blood of the robe flowed like a river, and he was like nothing.

Meritorious service is money, meritorious service is an official position, meritorious service is one's own way of life, and meritorious service is the future of 500,000 households in Liangzhou.

Zhang Liang rode in a chariot and opened a gap behind the fortress under the escort of three hundred yellow turbans, and went straight to the continent ten miles away, where there were their plundered ships, which could allow him to return to Julu as fast as possible.

He did not abandon his troops, and had already ordered his followers to besiege and kill the Han army, and after holding it for an hour, he was led by his respective commanders and scattered into the mountains and fields to join the giant deer.

More than 100,000 yellow turbans, standing and letting more than 10,000 Han soldiers kill for a while, not to mention that they are extremely vicious rebels, and it should only be a matter of time before they eat these Han troops under the encirclement.

The eldest brother's funeral should have been completed in Julu, and the brother's last wish fell on his shoulders, and it was not until this moment that he realized Zhang Jiao's painstaking efforts.

More than 100,000 people marched to fight, carrying a lot of money and food, even if there was a lot of help from his subordinates, Zhang Liang still felt anxious, and his brother was too hard.

The last wish to restore Huangtian fell on the shoulders of Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang.

The sound of the battlefield was fading away in my ears, the chariots were jolting on the land, and on this quiet morning, the quiet continent seemed to be separated from the battlefield ten miles away.

He could already see the ships hidden in the reedy shore, but at that moment he heard a loud shout from behind.

"Get out of the way!"

Suddenly looking back, I saw a green horse carrying a person rushing to kill, this person was tall and red like a blood gourd, wearing armor and looking like a Han army general wearing a hood, but now his hood has long been unknown where to fly, his long hair is stuck with blood like a braid, the blood on his face has dried into a blood scab, and he is rushing with a big gun.

Behind him was a field of Han army cavalry, it seemed that there were hundreds of people fighting out of the encirclement, Zhang Liang was horrified when he saw it, and pouted his mouth and said angrily: "Can't 100,000 people stop these Han troops?" Someone will kill them for me! ”

It was Ma Yue and Yang Feng who came out with a small number of soldiers, Yan Xing obeyed the order to grab the military flag, and Guan Yu withdrew.

Guan Yu has been on the front line of the battle formation, and he failed to rush out when Ma Yue broke through the encirclement, and was dragged back into the formation by the robe next to him.

Ma Yue's body was extremely tired, his throat was extremely thirsty, and there were still a few wounds on his body.

He had only one belief in his heart, to kill the man on the chariot, to kill the man on the chariot.

Ma Yue kept repeating this sentence in his mind, he had already killed red eyes!

If Ma Yue's mind still has a little thinking ability, then this is undoubtedly his thinking about the current battle situation, the Yellow Turban has surrounded the Han army, no matter what, the large army can't be killed, now everyone is fighting for the will, the Yellow Turban has many people but their commander has left, they will not fight to the death, although the Han army is small, but Huangfu Song is located in the formation to command the battle, compared to the Han army's will to fight is better.

But even if the Han army can kill the Yellow Turban to break up, it can kill tens of thousands of people, just break the Yellow Turban's arm, both sides can not organize a large-scale battle within ten years, once Zhang Liang's team and Zhang Bao are in the Julu round, when the time comes, they will become a mourning soldier after dealing with Zhang Jiao's funeral, and their combat ability will be more ferocious, just like the current Huangfu Song's department, there is no way out, only a death battle. When the time comes, there will be a siege, and the disadvantage of the Han army will be even greater.

If there is a Han army light soldier now, that is, Ma Yue and hundreds of Han troops a hundred steps away, if they can kill Zhang Liang on the lakeside and return to the battlefield with his head, they can break the will of the Yellow Turban soldiers, even if they can't surrender, they can be defeated, and then the soldiers will point directly at the giant deer is something that Huangfu Song has to worry about, but at least with Zhang Liang's combat fruit, the imperial court may give Huangfu Song more opportunities, and the soldiers who died in battle are not in vain.

Ma Yue relied on these to support his will, and was so determined to hunt down Zhang Liang.

More than 100 people rushed towards Ma Yue and the others, and the rest of the people did not slow down in the slightest and moved towards Daze.

Ma Yue couldn't help but be very anxious when he saw it, the spear tail lightly knocked the horse's buttocks, and the green horse under his crotch suddenly became a little faster, and the more he carried the horse, the more he didn't dodge or dodge, and crashed straight into the Yellow Turban Army.

The spear picked off the weapons of several people, and the horses flew into several enemies, and they galloped a few steps ahead of the enemy, before they were finally stopped by the Yellow Turban Army and fell into battle.

Ma Yue held the middle of the spear and smashed it with one thorn and one end, but despite this, there were still too many enemies around, and many weapons and farm tools still fell on the horse.

Rushing into the formation, the horse's body was cut out of several wounds, and the green horse was also ruthless, raised his front hooves high and stepped on the yellow turban men on the left and right, and the two heads were kicked apart.

The green horse only exerted its power for a moment, the strong front hooves could not be raised again, a spear was inserted from the chest and the tip of the spear was peeking out from the side of the saddle, and the green horse let out a last sad neigh, and the front hooves went limp, and the body smashed to the ground. And the spear went down the body of the green horse and stabbed at Ma Yue's head.

Ma Yue didn't know when the spear was pierced on the green horse, he had been busy picking and killing the nearby yellow turban foot soldiers, until the front hooves of the mount lay on the ground softly, and the spear pointed straight at the door before he finally saw it, and then he threw the spear and raised his head suddenly, Ma Yue's body bent into an arc, raised his hand to block, and the two-foot spear grazed his chin, and the blade seemed to have a cold air, which stabbed the hair on Ma Yue's back and stood up suddenly.

The force of the backward flip was too great, Ma Yue only thought about dodging this spear, but at this time he couldn't contain the force, grabbed the spear with both hands on the ground, and suddenly flipped on the ground.

The spear broke at the sound, and Ma Yue got up on the ground with the broken spear in his hand, surrounded by dozens of enemies.

spears, short knives, hammers, swords, hoes, ...... He had to draw the bronze dagger at his waist, and he couldn't let himself have only a five-foot broken spear in his hand.

Not to mention the broken spear, he was unwilling to give Ma Yue a spear.

The army is trapped, and the long soldiers are invincible, but they fight in close combat...... Ma Yue hopes that God will give him a ring knife now.

Ma Yue gasped, took advantage of the hesitation of the Yellow Turbans to bully the nearest Yellow Turban, killed him with a broken spear, and then snatched the spear and pulled it to block the close attack.

But the Yellow Turban thief who died at his hand gripped the spear stiffly with his fingers, and Ma Yue couldn't make it like an arm, but the attack in front of him didn't have time to bring it behind him, and he knew that he was injured again as soon as his back was cold.

didn't have time to think, the Yellow Turban thieves guarding Zhang Liang were all Yellow Turban wrestlers, and each of them had martial arts, which was not comparable to that of a farmer, so he immediately slashed over with a knife with a roar.

Ma Yue raised the spearhead with both arms and kicked violently on the corpse of the yellow turban thief holding the spear, and at the same time drew the spear backwards, trying to throw the corpse out of the spear. But he miscalculated his current physical state, he no longer had so much strength, this kick flew but did not shake off the corpse, but let his back smash into the thieves, for a while several iron knives slashed behind him, the rope connecting the armor was broken, and the armor on his back scattered in all directions, revealing his blood-soaked red clothes.

A few more wounds.

Suffering from the enemy in the back and abdomen, the situation faced by Ma Yue took a sharp turn, the armor was damaged, the armor on his chest was hanging on his body by the rope, and he didn't know when it would break, and without the armor, he was trapped in the enemy camp like a baby who was thrown to the homeless people in this year, and there was no way to live!

At this moment, Yang Aruo led more than ten horsemen to gallop over, and hundreds of infantry were running towards this side a hundred steps behind.

Yang Aruo's war horse is not a green horse led by Ma Yue, his mount is a serious Xianbei horse, seven feet high at the shoulders, strong limbs, and heavy armor pieces on the chest and abdomen, the horsepower is amazing, Yang Feng's left hand Changge and his right hand Han sword rushed over, and the enemy who stood in the way along the way was either picked and killed by Changge, or was stabbed to death by the Han sword after being knocked away by the horse.

At this end of the road, it leads straight to Ma Yue.

"Saburo be careful!"

After more than ten steps, Yang Feng's Han sword flew over, inserted in the chest of a yellow turban wrestler behind Ma Yue, and suddenly looked back, Ma Yue saw Yang Aruo leaning to the right from the horse, his arm holding a long pole waving and galloping in all directions, and his right hand stretched out to himself!