"Oops... This girl is really ghostly..."Looking at the figure that disappeared in a blink of an eye, she shook her head with a wry smile, Gao Zhi didn't have a good air.

"Huh... Tell the general...."When he turned around, behind him, a Xiliang soldier who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and said tremblingly.

There is no way, for this "boss" who just made a move not long ago, after witnessing his wrist, he can't help but be afraid of the soldiers.

Before, this was a tireless killing machine, slaughtering their companions at a terrifying killing speed.

In his eyes, no, it should be said in the hearts of their two hundred surviving Xiliang soldiers.

The image of Gao Zhi is the same, invincible, majestic, and eternal!

Just like the demon god who incarnated as a demon god who came out of the mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, he is a symbol of death, and he conquers everything and destroys everything with his killing.

The powerful strength displayed by this man deeply shocked everyone in the nearby Xiliang soldiers.

"Say." Gao Zhi came back to his senses, coughed dryly, and said coldly.

"Tell the general, our army scouts have discovered the movements of the Baibo Yellow Turban Han Siam Department three kilometers away." The Xiliang soldier clasped his hands into fists, lowered his head and replied respectfully.

"Okay, you go down, order all battalions to reorganize, and be ready to set off at any time, and at the same time, call General Niu Mang to come, and say that I have something to do with him."

Gao Zhi thought about it, snorted coldly, his eyes returned to a cold and ruthless state, and his whole body exuded a strong killing intent, as if invisibly, an invisible mental power was released.

I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, Gao Zhi's tone was so cold when he spoke.

His eyes were indifferent, flashing with a bloodthirsty fierce light in his eyes, as if he was always ready to kill every prey he targeted.

The scout, just as he raised his head to prepare, made eye contact with him.

Looking at Gao Zhi's cold and ruthless eyes, the Xiliang scout was frightened, and he couldn't wait for the torment of the year, so he hurriedly retreated.

It's not that the Xiliang soldiers are cowardly, it's really the power that Gao Zhi just created, which is too compelling.

The hellish scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood was also deeply shocked, Niu Mang, a rough man.

He was called back in a hurry, looked down from the slope, and gradually his face became solemn, even a little shocked.

Although he didn't witness the battle at that time, he could imagine Gao Zhi's destructive ability from the "wreckage" of the battlefield that had not yet been cleaned.

You must know that before this, he had only seen such a crazy and cruel picture on the main father Dong Zhuo.

"General." With a grin, the rough miner man greeted him.

"Well, how? What is the attrition of our troops in this battle? Seeing that it was Niu Mang, Gao Zhi's face softened a little and asked.

"Seven hundred and twelve people were lost in the battle, more than 50 horses were lost, and 30,000 enemies were broken." Niu Mang grinned and added, "Oh, by the way, to be exact, now there are more than 800 people lost in battle..."

“...”

Regarding Niu Mang's mending knife, Gao Zhi rolled his eyes speechlessly.

However, Gao Zhi himself has the thoughts of later generations, although he also understands and follows the concept of dignity and inferiority in this era, he does not mind Niu Mang jumping out of it like this.

Eight hundred people died, which is a drizzle for an army of 10,000 people.

But for the cavalry, it was definitely a big loss.

After all, some of the small princes in the south can't even muster together 800 cavalry!

But at this moment, what made Gao Zhi care about him was not the dead, but the injured.

After all, there is no cure for him now.

"What about the wounded?" Try to keep your tone as calm as possible, Gao Zhi asked.

"More than 300 people were injured, all of them were minor, and the slightly more serious ones were excessive blood loss. There were no serious injuries. ”

Hearing the news, Gao Zhi's face was much better.

"Okay, arrange the wounded in the rear camp, go and assemble the front army, and we are ready to start first."

"No!"

...

Soon.

Gao Zhi took Niu Mang and came to the battlefield not long after cleaning up.

Eyes flicker.

There, more than 4,000 Xiliang iron cavalry, and more than 5,000 infantry, standing neatly and solemnly in the wind with helmets and swords in their hands.

"Where are the soldiers?"

"We're all there!"

Spirited, the lower soldiers burst out with an even more fierce roar.

Responding to Gao Zhi.

These Xiliang welders are all burly and have solid muscles. is stronger than ordinary strong men.

Gao Zhi nodded.

These people, putting aside their character flaws, are all strong and imposing, and their bodies are filled with a strong smell of blood.

These people were originally the elite of the elite who survived after the Eastern Expedition to the West Station, with Xiliang Dong Zhuo.

Strictly speaking, discipline, they actually have it, but they need "high pressure" to exert pressure.

Now Gao Zhi is their "pressure," even from beginning to end, Gao Zhi just stood on the side and watched.

But even when I look at it, I feel extremely awe of the battlefield.

The battlefield is undoubtedly an arena for the brave. Only stronger people will live.

At this time, in front of the strongest in their opinion, these Xiliang soldiers looked more resolute one by one.

On the blood-stained leather armor, there was a strong smell of blood, and a real murderous aura permeated their bodies.

His gaze shifted to the west, and Gao Zhi's eyes darkened slightly.

In that direction, there is a place for the soldiers who died on the battlefield.

Gao Zhi knew that this was a must.

Whether it's for him, or for the soldiers. This fight is a must, and they have to adapt.

Because no one knows what will happen in troubled times.

"Bullish." Gao Zhi looked at Niu Mang not far away.

"So-and-so." Niu Mang urn clenched his fists and shouted.

"You and put your horses in order, I will lead four thousand horsemen first, and after you have arranged the prisoners and wounded soldiers, you will turn with me." Gao Zhi instructed this Xiliang general who he looked pleasing to.

“.... Promise. Hearing that Gao Zhi let him be behind, Niu Mang's face collapsed, but he still hugged his fists and agreed.

"Qianjun, follow me first!" Nodding, Gao Zhi suddenly felt a little weak, glanced at the back, and suddenly shouted loudly, and the horsewhip was lightly raised.

"Drive!"

All of a sudden, the horses neighed and the voices of the people were boiling.

Under the leadership of Gao Zhi, the four thousand served as the front army, as if turning into a magnificent and long black light torrent, rushing out in the loud shouts and armor.