The unrestrained army of Li Shu and the exiles were already frightened in their hearts by the fire attack in front of them, and they just wanted to escape from this Shura field as soon as possible.

The sky was full of people fleeing for their lives, which made the army of Yellow Turban thieves completely dispersed, even if there were large and small Yellow Turban thieves who would be bulleted from it, but the effect was minimal.

The pungent smell of tung oil filled the air, and the wind gradually blew, making the flames that were already raging on the battlefield like divine help.

He Man and He Yi, who wanted to lead their troops to besiege Lu Bu and his party, had already been dispersed by the fleeing crowd, and even the rout had spread to the Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bocai's department.

Originally, the Guan Hai Division, which originally wanted to attack the city, had already been killed by Zhang Liao's Department who rushed forward at this time, even if it was an elite foot soldier, in the face of the cavalry's safari, coupled with the arrow attack of the Han army on the city wall, it was impossible to resist for too long.

At this moment, the battlefield in the southern city of the entire Changshe was completely chaotic.

Lu Bu, who was observing the trend of the battlefield, soon discovered a new target, since he wanted to completely destroy the army of Yellow Turban thieves in front of him, then there was nothing more practical than killing the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bo.

There was no chance before, but the army of Yellow Turban thieves in front of him, which had collapsed, gave Lu Bu a great chance.

"Bang ......"

Large black clay pots were thrown from afar, constantly throwing them at the chaotic battlefield, causing the range of the flames to continue to expand.

The wind with the smell of tung oil blew on Lu Bu's body, which made the tiger cloak move against the wind, and the eyes under the ghost mask were full of war intent.

"Sons, kill the thief leader with a certain execution!" I made up my mind in my heart, and I saw Lu Bu holding up Fang Tian's halberd, and his unruly voice suddenly sounded.

At this moment, the more than 20 horsemen gathered beside Lu Bu all held high the horse lance in their hands, their eyes flashed with essence, and they roared in unison: "The wolf ride of Bingzhou is unparalleled in the world!" ”

With this roar, Lu Bu and his party charged again, following the desperate fleeing team, straight towards the Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bocai's department.

At this moment, the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai's department, both up and down were deeply shocked by the scene that appeared in front of them, and the sky descended on the divine fire? Hell Shura?

No one could have imagined that in just half an hour, or even shorter, the department that originally had an absolute advantage would have this great rout in front of them.

The deputy marshal of the Yellow Turban, Peng Tuo, looked at the stunned Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bo and said hurriedly: "Qu Shuai, quickly lead the troops to retreat to the joint camp." ”

Once the momentum of the rout is formed, it is impossible to stop it, and the only way to do this now is to retreat to the joint camp, and when the situation is clear, send troops to gather the scattered soldiers and horses.

"Ahh Why is this happening! The yellow turban thief Shuai Bocai roared angrily: "Hurt me!" Lao Tzu must kill all this group of Han troops! ”

Looking at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, the face of the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai has turned red, and his eyes are full of fierce color, it was originally a battle situation that must be won, but at this moment, such a change has happened, no one can accept such a result.

"Ding~ found the Yingchuan Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bocai."

Name: Bocai

Faction: Yellow Turban Thieves

Qualification: Second-rate general, pinnacle

Realm: Second-rate general, high grade

Official rank: one of the thirty-six square commanders

Ethnic group: Han Chinese

Through the independent reconnaissance of the talented [Sky Eye], Lu Bu, who led his troops to kill, soon learned the basic information of the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai.

Looking at the formation in front of him, where thousands of yellow turban thieves gathered, although he stood still in place, the collapse of the front-line battlefield made his morale plummet.

If this battle can kill the first wave of the Yellow Turban thief, the trouble of the Yellow Turban in Yingchuan will definitely be lifted.

Lu Bu, who was riding on a war horse, stared at the formation in front of him with tiger eyes, and at this time he had only one thought in his heart, that is, to kill the Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bocai!

"Bang ......"

And at this moment, dozens of black objects roared through the sky, and Lu Bu, who was galloping forward, looked up and found that it was actually a large black crockpot containing tung oil.

Its direction was to run towards the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai's department.

Lu Bu secretly said in his heart: "God help me!" The battle intent in his heart became stronger, and his eyes became more determined.

It is also a coincidence that since Lu Bu and his party led their troops to charge into battle, Wei Xu has been observing the battlefield in the south of Changshe in the rear, in order to create fighters for himself as much as possible, Wei Xu can be said to be concentrating on finding the weak point of the Yellow Turban Thief.

Except for the first three rounds of throwing, which were guided by Lu Bu's signals on the battlefield, the rest were all formed by Wei Xu's observation.

In less than half an hour, Wei Xu and the others threw ten rounds of black clay pots, hundreds of large clay pots filled with tung oil, and the direct impact was to completely turn the battlefield of the entire Changshe South City into chaos.

I thought that by this time of the battle, the effect of their throwing tung oil was no longer great, but fortunately, Wei Xuqin practiced archery, which made him have excellent eyesight compared to ordinary people.

When he found that there was still an army of Yellow Turban Thieves gathered not far from the chaotic battlefield of the southern city of Changshe, the vigilance in his heart prompted him to throw a round of black crockpots at it.

But because the army of yellow turban thieves was far away from Wei Xu and them, in order to prevent the big black crockpot thrown out from being in place, Wei Xu dumped half of the full tung oil, which was the scene that Lu Bu had just seen.

I saw that the big black crockpots that were thrown one by one were irregularly moving forward in the air, because half of the weight was reduced, which made its throwing distance increase.

When the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai's Yellow Turban Thief was surprised in their hearts what the shadow that was flying in the air was, the black crockpot whose potential energy had reached its limit was finally thrown in front of the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai's department.

Although it was not thrown to the most suitable place, the flames that suddenly ignited in front of the battle still disturbed the morale of the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai's Yellow Turban Thief.

"Run away, the Han army has attracted the heavenly fire!"

"Ghost fire, ghost fire......"

This sudden change frightened the Yellow Turban Thieves of the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai's Yellow Turban Thief, and this scorching flame, under the blowing of the wind, made most of the Yellow Turban Thieves have no intention of fighting at all.

The formation, which was originally called a regular formation, began to show signs of agitation at this moment, and as the fire continued to spread, this agitation was gradually evolving into chaos.

When the yellow turban thief Shuai Bo saw this scene, he was furious: "Those who dare to retreat will be killed on the spot!" ”

Due to the deterrence of the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai, the Yellow Turban Thief who was originally restless gradually stabilized, but due to the attack of the scorching flames, the Yellow Turban Thief in the front camp rushed backwards, making the formation that had finally stabilized was once again impacted.

Although in this process, the Yellow Turban Thieves who dominate the four places will continue to kill the retreating Yellow Turban Thieves, but the effect is minimal, and even instead of being able to stabilize the situation, on the contrary, it has caused greater chaos.

The weather is dry. Beware of candles.

Human beings seem to be the masters of this world, but at the same time, they are also the most fragile life forms in this world, and when faced with this raging flame, I believe that no one can calm down.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Peng Tu, the deputy commander of the Yellow Turban, hurriedly said: "Qu Shuai, quickly lead the troops to retreat to the joint venture, otherwise it will really be impossible to reverse the collapse!" ”

In the face of such a chaotic situation, even if it was the Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bocai, he was powerless to save it, and his morale plummeted, and the battle was completely defeated.

At this time.

Under the leadership of Lu Bu, the cavalry under his command had already galloped to the front of the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai's formation, looking at the raging flames in front of him, looking at the Yellow Turban Thieves who were running away, Lu Bu's tiger eyes flashed with cold light, held up Fang Tian's halberd, and shouted angrily: "Sons, gather in battle to kill the enemy!" ”

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

Whether or not the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Thief can be defeated in one fell swoop depends on whether this battle can kill the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai.

Following the place pointed by Fang Tian's halberd, the more than twenty horsemen gathered behind Lu Bu stared coldly ahead, the horse lance waved in his hand, making a sound similar to a wolf's howl, and even after rounding the place where the flames were burning, he formed a sharp arrow formation at a gallop, and charged fiercely at the Yellow Turban Thief who had fallen into chaos.

Watching the wolf riders under his command continue to charge forward, the yellow turban thief who killed the morale plummeted was crying father and mother, and the bloody battlefield constantly stimulated Lu Bu.

The cold eyes stared at the Yellow Turban Thief Zhongjun, his chest was stirring with blood, the war horse under his crotch snorted, the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was slightly raised, and his body exuded a fierce aura.

"Ding~, turn on the combat skill [Furious Battle]."

With the sound of the system, Lu Bu slammed his feet on the horse's belly, Fang Tian's halberd rose to the sky, and then he killed the Yellow Turban Thief Army, and roared angrily while galloping: "I am Jiuyuan Lu Fengxian!" Death to those who stand in my way!! ”

The roar was like thunder, which shook the Yellow Turban Thieves on the left and right and stood in shock, and even caused the Yellow Turban Thieves in the Chinese Army to stand in shock.

After hearing Lu Bu's roar, the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bo opened his eyes angrily, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he watched Lu Bu hold Fang Tian's halberd, killing the Yellow Turban Thief under his command.

"Kill you by oath! A certain oath to kill you!! Breaking free from the shackles of the Yellow Turban Deputy Marshal Peng Tuo, the Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bo gathered his subordinates, held an iron-core spear, and went forward.

On the chaotic battlefield, it has become a stage for Lu Bu at this moment, even if the left and right are full of yellow turban thieves, but with a single Fang Tian painting halberd, Lu Bu actually killed the yellow turban thief and couldn't get close at all.

At this time, Lu Bu was like a hell Shura in the eyes of the Yellow Turban thieves, killing them and causing their morale to plummet.

"Shura, Hell Shura is coming......"

"Run!"

Finally, a yellow turban thief couldn't stand such a scene anymore, threw away the weapon in his hand, and fled from this tragic battlefield with a frightened expression.

One.

Two.

Three......

The Yellow Turban thieves, who originally wanted to besiege Lu Bu, were like frightened lambs at this moment, and they all rushed to flee this place.

Looking at the frightened Yellow Turban Thief, he kept running backwards, which made the already chaotic battlefield even more chaotic at the moment.

Lu Bu stood on his horse, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand was constantly dripping with blood, the iron leaf trimmed armor on his body was already splashed with blood, and the eyes hidden under the ghost mask were full of coldness.

Looking at the yellow turban thief who was coming retrograde not far away, he kept slashing and killing the unlucky yellow turban thief who was hindering his progress, and it was the yellow turban thief Shuai Bocai who was surrounded in the middle.

After seeing this scene, Lu Bu's chest once again ignited with fighting intent.

Bocai.

If you don't go to Sunshine Avenue, there is no door to hell, you will come!

Today you are doomed to die!

Thinking of this, Lu Buwei mentioned Fang Tian's halberd, and as he spoke, he followed the chaotic Yellow Turban Thief team and went straight to the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai's department to kill.

The Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bocai was riding on a war horse, and when he saw that Lu Bu not only did not flee, but instead rode straight towards his own troops, which was a provocation by Chi Guoguo for him.

The victory that was originally close at hand was broken by the man named "Lu Fengxian" in front of him, and even the tens of thousands of troops under his command were even more crushed, even if it was a good heart, it would be wrapped in anger at this moment, no matter what the battle was, he Bocai had to kill this arrogant "Lu Fengxian"!

"Sons, kill this guy with so-and-so!!" The yellow turban thief Shuai Bocai brandished the iron spear in his hand and roared at Lu Bu, who was galloping to kill.

Under the command of the Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai, hundreds of Yellow Turban Thieves under his command slaughtered Lu Bu with hideous faces.

When Lu Bu, who had been killed, saw this scene, he burst into applause: "It's a good time!" Under the effect of the momentum of the war horse, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand swung away angrily, and the sharp tip of the halberd cut through the throats of several Yellow Turban thieves who wanted to attack one after another, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Then Lu Bu picked it back, and angrily smashed it at the yellow turban thief who was about to rush with a gun not far away, and the wooden spear broke in response, followed by several heads flying out.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

At this moment, Lu Bu was like a god of war, and more than ten Yellow Turban thieves died tragically here in just a few breaths, and he was shocked to attack the Yellow Turban Thieves.

Ben's momentum came to an abrupt end at this moment, but Lu Bu didn't stop at all, only to see him controlling the war horse under his crotch and constantly killing forward.

The Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand kept swinging out and flirting, and the corpses were all over the field, and this yellow turban thief had no enemies at all.

When the yellow turban thief Shuai Bo saw this scene, he was deeply shocked in his heart, whether this was a human or a ghost in front of him, how could he be so brave.

But just when the yellow turban thief Shuai Bo was stunned, Lu Bu had already rushed to the front of him, and "Xiao ......" only heard a horse roar, which resounded in all directions!

A suffocating aura is coming!

The yellow turban thief Shuai Bocai instinctively waved his iron spear, but just when he looked up to see something, he found a tall military general coming to kill, wearing a ghost mask on his face, and subconsciously shouted: "Lu ......"

It's just that the yellow turban thief Shuai Bocai said this, but he couldn't shout it after all, only to hear a burst of shouts from heaven and earth, "Die!" The Yellow Turban Thief Shuai Bocai, who was riding on a war horse, was easily cut off by Lu Bu's angry Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and blood immediately gushed from his neck.

"The thief will be !! dead"

At this time, Lu Bu stood next to the Yellow Turban thief Shuai Bocai who fell to the ground and died, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand was flicked, his cold eyes scanned left and right, and a sonorous and powerful roar resounded through the sky.

The yellow turban thieves on the left and right stood in place, not knowing what to do for a while.

The man in front of him is too strong.