On the hill, the rain was pouring down.

"What time is it?"

"Back to Shaoqu Shuai, there is still a quarter of an hour before the sub-hour!"

"Let everyone prepare!"

"No!"

"Shaoqu Shuai, Chen Tu, who went to investigate, has not come back now!" The general Fang Hao handed over his hand to report.

"What?"

When Gong Chong heard this, he stretched out his hand and wiped the rain from his face, and his eyes burst out with a cold light: "Although Chen Tu's martial arts are not as good as you and me, he is unparalleled in his skills, even if you and I can't catch up with him, it shouldn't be impossible for anyone to catch him!" ”

"Could it be that there are still masters in this grain transport army!" Fang Hao squinted slightly, as the deputy general of Qu Shuai Gong Du, he was in his early thirties and had extraordinary martial arts, so he should have stayed on the frontal battlefield, but Gong Chong was not at ease, so he asked him to assist.

Such a simple battle, in his opinion, is just a matter of being captured.

"I can't do so much now!"

Gong Chong stood up, he held a spear in his hand, pointed to the bottom of the mountain, and said coldly: "It's just a grain transport army, but hundreds of people, even if there are masters, they can still stop the masters of our five hundred elite soldiers, kill them for me and crush them!" ”

"Yes!"

Fang Hao received the order, stood up suddenly, held a big knife in his hand, and pointed at the bottom of the mountain: "Brothers, kill with me!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Five hundred elite yellow turban soldiers, several people in front, the flag bearer flew the yellow sky battle flag, and the others wore yellow silk one by one, murderous and awe-inspiring, rushed in, only hundreds of meters of mountain road, and instantly arrived at the mountain temple.

"Enemy attack!"

"What a terrifying momentum!"

"What are we going to do?"

"I'm just transporting food, I don't want to die!"

"I said that I can't go to the battlefield, what should I do now?"

These grain transporters are all ordinary people recruited from the county seat, who have never seen the cruelty of the battlefield, and in the face of this sudden night attack, they are panicked and wavering.

"At least more than 500 soldiers and horses, looking at its momentum, it is not an ordinary soldier and horse, this time it's troublesome!"

The grain and grass were already concentrated in the center, and Mu Jing stood in the middle of the grain and grass, looking out tall, his face was blue, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid this battle will be difficult, make plans early!"

Zhou Hong followed Zhang Ning inch by inch and said in a low voice.

His responsibility is only to protect Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning was dressed in men's clothes, with a small long sword at his waist, his expression was flat, and he said: "No matter how difficult it is, is it more difficult than when we went south, such a little thief, I will see if they have and ability!" ”

"Sure enough, there was an enemy attack!"

The mountain temple has formed a defense, but this is just a simple defense, with some wooden planks and ordinary sundries to form a defensive layer, in front of the main gate, Lei Hu held a round iron shield in his left hand, held a long knife in his right hand, and shouted: "Sons, now we have no way to escape, only by blocking them, can we live, if you don't want to die, follow me to resist the enemy!" ”

"Defend against the enemy!"

"Defend against the enemy!"

Although the people are useless, there are still fifty county soldiers, and the morale is barely usable, and they can still stabilize the morale of the army.

"Shoot!"

The charging Yellow Turban Army was about fifty steps away from the Mountain Temple, and Gong Chong suddenly ordered.

"Woo Woo !!"

More than 100 archers bent their bows and drew arrows, and the long arrows came out of their hands like rain.

"Ahh

"Help!"

"My legs!"

"I've been shot, I'm going to die!"

“……”

In the chaotic arrows, this point of defense could not be blocked at all, many people were hit by arrows, and more than ten people were shot on the spot, among the wailing voices, a panicked mood was spreading, and countless people were afraid to escape.

"Damn, the people are not available!" Mu Jing's expression was as gloomy as water.

He still overestimated his own strength, and as soon as he saw it, Minfu's defense collapsed, which made him a little unexpected.

"Mu Shao is in charge, these people have never experienced the cruelty of the battlefield, and the military spirit is useless, so they can't stop them!" Zhou Hong sighed and said in a low voice: "It's better to give up the grain and grass and retreat back!" ”

The fiasco of the Yellow Turban Army back then was because most of the Yellow Turban soldiers were born as civilians who had never experienced war.

"Shoot again!"

Outside the mountain temple, a violent voice was drunk, and the sound of rain resounded through the temple.

Then, a flurry of arrows continued to fall.

"I don't want to die!"

"Run!"

There were more and more casualties, the morale of the army began to collapse, and some people even wanted to jump out of the temple to survive.

"Even if we give up the grain and grass, we can't leave, once the momentum is gone, we will be like sheep, driven and killed by them, we can only fight!"

Mu Jing took a deep breath, he knew that he couldn't mess up at this time, so he directly pulled out the long sword, three steps like two steps, stepped forward and pierced the chest of a deserter, blood splashed on his face, extremely hideous.

"Survivors, come forward for me to block, begging the dead, you can retreat!"

Mu Jing's voice was like thunder, his sword was like death, and he was ruthless: "Today's battle is inevitable, there is no way to go back and forth, we can't escape, either we all die here, or we kill them!" ”

It's not that he wants to be cruel, it's that this momentum can't spread, and once the military spirit is broken, none of them may be able to leave the mountain temple tonight.

So he had to be ruthless.

The wars of this era are constantly changing his heart and strengthening his mind.

"Kill!"

Lei Hu let out a long roar, lifted the bow and arrow beside him, and shot an arrow, knocking down a yellow turban army outside the temple, and shouted angrily to boost the army's heart: "I am invincible!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

With the cruelty of Mu Jing and the courage of Lei Hu, the mentality of these people has stabilized somewhat.

Anyone who is cornered will burst out with great power.

They also knew that there was no way to escape now, so they naturally let go of their fear, and when they let go of their fear, they were all strong men and began to explode in strength.

"Didn't you collapse?"

Outside the mountain temple, Gong Chong's face was a little cold, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he smiled coldly: "This grain transporter has some strength, but no matter what tonight, they will definitely die!" ”

He charged forward: "I will lead three hundred troops to attack head-on, Fang Hao, you will lead two hundred soldiers to break through it left or so!" ”

"No!"

Fang Hao took the order.

"Kill!"

Gong Chong was full of qi and blood, his internal strength exploded, and the spear in his hand danced, like a wild wolf rushing in, and the three hundred elite soldiers of the Yellow Turban behind rushed in.

"A certain Nanyang Thunder Tiger, don't kill the nameless, whoever comes, report the name!"

Lei Hu has learned enough of his Lao Tzu's posture, and the big knife is in the air, and he pointed coldly.

"Runan Gong Chong, the one who killed you!"

Gong Chong fought in, slashed two county soldiers in a row, and stabbed the spear at Lei Hu head-on.

"Slash!"

Although Lei Hu broke through the internal strength to cultivate for a short time, but under the guidance of Zhang Huo, the chief instructor of the Wubei Hall, he cultivated for a thousand miles, and also experienced the Battle of Wuyin, the bloody battle of Jingping Village, and his natural courage made him not cowardly on the battlefield, and the big sword slashed in the air.

"Block!"

The collision between the broadsword and the spear stirred up the sparks, and under the blows of the dripping rain, it made a low, sharp sound, constantly reverberating.

"What a power!"

Gong Chong's pupils changed slightly: "Such a young man, but about fifteen or sixteen years old, he actually has such a lot of strength, not to be underestimated!" ”

"His cultivation is above me, you!"

Lei Hu's heart also sank: "Then let's see if his marksmanship is powerful, or my knife skills are strong, kill!" ”

He took the initiative to swing his knife.

"It's good to come!"

Gong Chong is also young and vigorous, and it is rare to meet an opponent who is younger than him, and the killing intent is hundreds of meters away.

The confrontation between the two main generals has inspired the soldiers below to have a strong fighting spirit.

"Sons, kill!"

"Kill it!"

"Kill them!"

“……”

"Block!"

"I don't want to die, I can only kill you!"

"You can't retreat, you must block them!"

Hundreds of Yellow Turban troops rushed in like wolves, more than 50 county soldiers, and more than 100 people struggled to resist, and the fighting became more and more cruel.

However, the disparity in strength between them was too great, so the county soldiers kept falling, and the people's team was still defeated.

"Sacrificial wine, the left side can't be stopped, Fang Hong has already died in battle!"

A martial arts student came to report.

"Damn it!"

When Mu Jing heard this, his pupils were dyed with a touch of blood, he directly waved his long sword, jumped into the left wing battle circle, blocked the enemy on the left flank, and he cut off a yellow turban soldier with a sword: "I am Mu Jing, the big shopkeeper of Jingping Commercial Bank, you can't retreat, block them for me, kill one enemy, and you can get a gold!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The name of Mujing is still a little useful, and under the heavy money, there will be brave men, and for a while, these people are still excited to meet the enemy.

"Mujing?"

Fang Hao led his troops to attack from the left flank, and after killing a young man led by him, he was blocked by another young man, and smiled coldly at the moment: "Just a child, you dare to block a certain road, give me death!" ”

"Block!"

The sword in Mu Jing's hand blocked Fang Hao's big sword, but his tiger's mouth had already burst, blood stained the hilt, and a powerful force reverberated back, making him feel that his internal organs were trembling.