In the eastern part of the battlefield, Cao Cao, Yuan Shao's Xiyuan elite soldiers and Huang Shao's Nanyang army were fighting.

This is the most stubborn battlefield.

Cao Cao and Yuan Shao are all young talents of young soldiers, although the elite soldiers of Xiyuan led by them have not been in the army for a long time, they can gather the efforts of the eunuch group, the combat effectiveness of these soldiers is not low, and the ability of the two is extraordinary, and the generals recruited around them are all descendants, so they blocked the entry of the Nanyang army into the palace.

And Huang Shao, the Nanyang army is only more than 10,000, and in terms of offensive, the strength is somewhat insufficient, but Huang Shao has always won with surprise, and his defeated army is quite Cao Cao Yuan Shu, more old and sinister, but because of the terrain, it will take time to break through.

So it turned into a war of attrition.

"The lord himself has gone into battle!"

Huang Shao's eyes lit up, and he suddenly gave up his attention to the battlefield of the Sunset Pavilion in the west, and threw himself in front wholeheartedly: "Order the three battalions of Nanyang, advance at full speed, I will crush them!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Nanyang Army began to exert its strength, advancing layer by layer, and the oppressive Xiyuan elite soldiers retreated step by step.

"Brother Meng De, the general trend of this battle has passed!"

Yuan Shao killed two Nanyang soldiers, rode over, gathered Cao Cao who was fighting, and said in a deep voice.

"Brother Benchu, this battle has been lost, we can't stay here for a long time, retreat, let's go to the Sunset Pavilion, serve the prince and return to Luoyang, there is still a trace of vitality!" Cao Cao's reaction was not slow, he glanced at He Jin, who was killed from the hillside, his heart moved, he knew that the opportunity had come, and said in a deep voice.

"Good!"

Yuan Shao also came to his senses, the opportunity they had not arrived in these days was a good opportunity now, as long as the prince was in hand, he believed that the Yuan family would accept him again.

The two began to slowly gather their soldiers and horses, and headed towards the Sunset Pavilion on the hillside, wanting to take advantage of the emptiness of the Sunset Pavilion and take the prince away from the chaos, so that the chips could be returned to Luoyang, instead of dying here in vain.

"They want to withdraw?"

Huang Shao sneered: "Can you withdraw now, chase me, the whole army will be crushed and killed, killed!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Nanyang Jun continued to press in, straight up the hillside.

……

In the western part of the battlefield, in the frontal battlefield of the Sunset Pavilion, with He Jin personally killing him, the morale of the remnants of the Northern Army increased a lot, and instead blocked the offensive of the Violent Bear Army.

"General He Jin?" Mushan raised his hammer, squinted slightly, and his expression leaped in battle spirit.

"Master Taifu, let's do it with me!"

An old horse, a middle-aged, and a long knife, slowly walked into the battlefield, looked ahead, and said indifferently.

"Huang Hansheng!" Mu Shan frowned, the resentment between his eyebrows did not disappear, but he did not attack, he was a prince after all, not a simple battlefield general, at this moment, if someone blocked He Jin, with his destructive power, it was enough to win.

"Even if you help so-and-so, so-and-so won't take your favor!" Mu Shan said with some hypocrisy, between them, the resentment is still there, and the dead will die forever, which is a scar that cannot be erased.

"I don't need to!"

Huang Zhong rode out and rushed to the battlefield.

He could have avoided the battle, but Mu Jing said that he would be famous all over the world, and he fought today and beheaded He Jin, he Huang Zhong is a fierce general known to everyone in the world.

In this life, people can't escape the temptation of fame and fortune.

It's just a matter of severity.

He is the same, in the past, he could give up fame and fortune for his son, but now that he has the opportunity, he will not give up this great opportunity.

"So-and-so, Nanyang Huang Zhong!" Huang Zhong's knife, the moment his voice fell, had already entered a thunderous powerful slash towards He Jin.

"Buzz !!!"

He Jin raised his head and glared, raised his gun to block, the blade and the tip of the gun collided, the sound was sharp, so that the air between heaven and earth reverberated in bursts, and hundreds of soldiers around him suddenly felt ringing in their ears and screamed.

"Huang Zhong, this guy, I didn't even use fifty percent of my skills before, if this knife is chopped, I will definitely not be able to stop it!" Makiyama is close at hand, and it is the highest martial art in the audience, so the feeling is the most real.

He had fought with Huang Zhong before, although he knew that he was not Huang Zhong's opponent, but he always thought that the gap was not big, until this moment, he clearly felt that between himself and Huang Zhong, even if it was the same realm, it was an insurmountable gap.

"Where did this guy come from?"

Although He Jin blocked this knife, there was a faint pain in the tiger's mouth, his pupils changed color, and he was a little panicked in his heart.

"Come again!"

Huang Zhong borrowed his backhand, and the second knife slashed down between the lightning, the simplest move, the most violent attack.

"Block!"

He Jin continued to block, but his waist had been pressed down by half an inch: "Damn, this knife power is actually stacked!" ”

"Take my third knife!" Huang Zhong's eyes were shining, and he changed his hand to take out the knife, and the knife rebounded, and went down with the momentum, with the power of ten thousand jun, as fierce as splitting the Taishan.

"Click!"

This knife He Jin blocked, but the horse's legs were half-bent, and the bones in his body made a sound of being broken.

"He is worthy of being a general, and he is really good at martial arts!" Huang Zhong's fighting spirit is becoming more and more intense, his three knives can be famous, the first knife is homeopathic, the second knife is borrowing, the third knife is heavy, the knife power is overlapping, to the third knife, it is enough to exceed the power of ten thousand jun, few people can block it, but He Jin blocked it.

Although He Jin's skills are not as good as him, he is also extremely strong, reaching the peak, and Gangyuan is so strong that it is rare in the world.

"Poof!"

He Jin spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were cold: "I really underestimate the world, I didn't know that there was a fierce general like you in the world, but if you want to kill a certain today, it is impossible, your momentum has been broken, it's my turn, take me a shot, kill - hit!" ”

He Jin's marksmanship has a strong killing aura, and it is even more powerful on this battlefield, and the indomitable killing intent makes people afraid before fighting.

"The marksmanship of the pre-Qin killing god Bai Qi?" Huang Zhong's eyes lit up: "What a fierce killing intent!" ”

Most of the martial arts in the world are inherited.

How brilliant the ancestors are, the inheritance of the knife and marksmanship and swordsmanship are innumerable, but there are not many that can be counted, He Jin's marksmanship is obviously inherited from the pre-Qin period, the famous general killed the god Baiqi.

This kind of marksmanship is the marksmanship on the battlefield, paying attention to the fusion of killing intent and spirit, even if he doesn't dare to underestimate half a point.

"It's good to come!"

Huang Zhong's fighting spirit was completely stimulated, and only when he met his opponent could he burst out of his potential, and he was eager to fight.

The two clashed, the aura shrouded a radius of 100 meters, and the blades and spears could erupt out of the body, forming a tornado blade, and no one dared to approach here for half a minute.

And on the battlefield, with He Jin being blocked by Huang Zhong, Mushan was completely liberated, and above the army, the remnants of the Northern Army were defeated and retreated, falling one by one, and the Sunset Pavilion was already within reach in Mushan's eyes......

At this time, on the hill to the east of the battlefield, a queue of soldiers and horses had gathered.

Ding Yuan looked down ahead, waiting for news.

"Report!"

"Say!"

"The Makiyama army has attacked within fifty meters of the Sunset Pavilion!"

"It seems that He Jin has been defeated!"

Ding Yuan's face crossed a touch of decisiveness, and he directly ordered: "Zhang Liao, Zhang Yang, immediately lead the army, go straight to the rear flank of the Mushan army, and break through their rear!" ”

"No!"

"Huangfu Lian!"

"In!"

"Go straight to the Sunset Pavilion, before them, take back the crown prince!"

"Yes!"

"Yuan Shu!"

"In!"

"Lead the tiger to attack the viewing platform of the Mushan Central Army, I want to set their backyard on fire!"

"Yes!"