suddenly

An urn sounded: "How dare you deceive my brother ......." With the sound, a big knife slashed down viciously, cutting Han Tao's head, and the wind was whistling. But it turned out to be the thief Du Yuan, the two were injured together and bandaged together, and now they are also attacking together, it is the same disease, and now seeing Pei Yuanshao's danger, where can he endure it, so he abandoned the ordinary heavy armored cavalry and killed the general.

Han Tao looked at the shadow of the knife, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly raised his lance to block it, where would he dare to assassinate Pei Yuanshao again. Pei Yuanshao relieved himself, and his eyes were split, you are bullying me, now it is my turn to bully you, he made a "whining" sound in his mouth, regardless of the blood, the big knife in his hand was also raised high and slashed down.

Over there, Du Yuan eased the gap, and also withdrew the big knife, raised it again, slashed it hard, and slashed it out.

In this way, the two big knives, one on the left and one on the right, were like two ghosts slamming on the door, whistling in the wind, and slashing at Han Tao. Han Tao's face was dead, cold sweat broke out, knowing that his life was in danger, he roared bitterly, closed his eyes, and swept upwards violently, making a final effort, intending to break these two powerful big knives.

"When! While! Accompanied by two gold and iron sounds.

"Ah......h

A terrible voice screamed.

Which one is calling?

Han Tao opened his eyes, only to find a head flying into the sky, spinning and rising.

Not mine?

It's Pei Yuanshao's.

It's too late, it's fast. When Han Tao raised the jujube lance to resist, a horse flew behind him, and with the help of the horse, two white light snow exercises flashed. "When! While! Two sounds, half horse strength, half brute force, swung the two big knives that were raised and chopped high. The speed of the horse did not decrease, and the knight on the horse swung away the castration of the big knife, and the snow practice flashed again, and Pei Yuanshao's head was already flying into the sky, and the blood between his neck was like a spring.

"How dare you deceive my brother?" The knight smiled coldly, his eyes were fierce, but it turned out to be Wu Song. Just now, he and Lu Zhishen's two battalions of infantry made a move, and let Hu Yanzhuo's heavy armored cavalry rush in, thinking that they could cut melons and chop vegetables to end the battle, who knew that after watching it for a long time, they saw that it was already chaotic, and the Yellow Turban Army scurried around stabilized again, and formed a confrontation situation with the heavy armored soldiers, knowing that the situation had changed, so they rushed up again. One to the left, one to the right, when Wu Song rushed up, he happened to see Du Yuan and Pei Yuanshao besieging Han Tao, where could they still endure it, and the murderous intent was great.

Du Yuan saw that Wu Song was fierce and murderous, and his heart was also throbbing, but his mouth was tough, his eyes flashed with fierce light, and he roared angrily: "Dog officer, do you dare to fight to the death one-on-one?" ”

"You? ......" Wu Song sneered and gestured to Han Tao.

Han Tao understood, nodded gratefully at Wu Song, and rode his horse to kill the rest of the yellow scarves, leaving room for Wu Song and Du Yuan.

"Come!" Wu Songyu immediately lightly collided with each other's iron snowflake knives, and his eyes looked directly at Du Yuan, as if they were substance, and they were full of lethality.

Du Yuan is also fierce, "Ahhh......h

Wu Song just looked at him coldly, didn't drive the horse, and didn't move.

The big knife slashed down and cut off the head.

"Dang!"

There was a loud bang, which shook the sky, and it hit the eardrums.

Wu Song slashed with his left hand, slashing at Du Yuan's big knife with a knife, swinging it far away. Then the right hand was a trembling, and the iron snowflake knife in his hand turned into a white rainbow, the white rainbow ran through the sun, and the snow practiced and danced, slashing straight between Du Yuan's chest and neck.

"Ah......h

The chain of iron armor on Du Yuan's body burst out, and a bloody light burst out from his chest and neck, Du Yuan lowered his head and looked at the blood splattered on his chest, his face was incredible, the ferocious gaze in his eyes gradually dissipated, and then he breathed, and fell off the horse with a "bang", and he was killed.

"With such martial arts, I dare to fight to the death with my grandfather." Wu Song smiled coldly again, his long hair fluttering in the wind, awe-inspiring like a god.

Lu Zhishen also rushed back while killing the recalcitrant Yellow Turban soldiers, and was fighting Peng Xi and Liao Hua in one place. This Liao Hua is a good kung fu, the stainless steel knife is waved up and down, the gravity of the knife is large, and Peng Xi's three-pointed two-edged knife is blocked left and right, only the part of parrying, how can he fight back, and he sees that it is already in danger.

"Hugh hurt my brother!" Lu Zhishen roared, his voice was like a bell, full of energy.

Liao Hua heard Lu Zhishen roaring, became vigilant, put away the big knife, jumped out of the circle, smiled coldly, and sneered: "But do you want two to fight one?" ”

Lu Zhishen laughed and shouted, "Why do you need two people, let the Sprinkle family fight with you." Brother Peng Xi got out of the way. So he stopped talking, and waved a sixty-two pound iron Zen staff to attack the general.

Liao Hua shouted, puffed up his strong muscles, and also rushed forward, and the stainless steel broadsword slashed down at Lu Zhishen.

"Peng!"

The steel broadsword slashed straight at the iron Zen staff, and the sound of gold and stone soared to the sky. Obviously, his own attack was guarded, but Liao Hua suddenly felt the force of thousands of catties through the impact through the big knife and rebounded on his arm, a shock, the arm was already sore, and the blood in his chest surged; The war horse under the crotch also "hissed" and took several steps back.

"This bald head is so vigorous!" Liao Hua said secretly, shocked in his heart, "I am definitely not his opponent." ”

"Again." Lu Zhishen laughed heroically and shouted at Liao Hua.

Liao Hua gritted his teeth, clamped the horse's back, and continued to rush up. It's just that this time he was a lot more cautious, focusing on defense, protecting himself, not fighting hard with Lu Zhishen, but also fighting and resisting and entanglement for many rounds.

At this time, Liang Zhongning and Hu Yanzhuo in the middle were already whipping each other, the smoke and dust were billowing and roaring, and they fought for dozens of rounds, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser. After Wu Song killed Du Yuan and Pei Yuanshao, he didn't say much, continued to ride his horse and attacked, and came straight to Liang Zhongning.

The cold light flickered, Xue Lian flew up, and the iron snowflake knife turned into a streamer and slashed towards Liang Zhongning.

Thanks to Liang Zhongning, he is a character who broke out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and between the knives and whips, he also paid attention to the Quartet, and when he saw a streamer shining, he was already vigilant, and he hurriedly leaned his body, intending to hide on horseback.

People are fast, knives are faster.

Between dodging, the sharp knife had already split the armor on his body, the iron armor "hula", the bullet cracked, the inner robe had been torn apart, the slightest blood flew up, and a wound several inches long was torn from the chest to the right arm.

reacted half a breath later, and Liang Zhongning was already in a different place. Rao is a veteran who has been in the business for half his life, and he is also so frightened that his face is pale and his soul is scattered, where do he dare to fight again.

"Withdraw!" Liang Zhongning pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, covered the bloody sores with his hands, clamped his legs desperately, and ran towards the city gate as fast as thunder.

Liao Hua was also struggling to support, and when he saw Qu Shuai retreating, he also made a false move, jumped out of the battle circle, and chased the main general to retreat to the city gate.

The main general has withdrawn, the dragons are leaderless, and the army's heart is lost. More than 10,000 Yellow Turban troops, whether cavalry or infantry troops, had already been defeated once, but they were afraid of the main general's reproach and military law, so they turned around and fought hard. Now the main generals can't resist, retreat and flee, where do the soldiers dare to resist, all of them are scattered, turn around, discard the armor, and flee towards the city gate like a tide.

The yellow turban generals fled back to the city gate, the city gate is not big, the suspension bridge is narrow, and more than 10,000 generals are swarming like a tide, where is it easy to squeeze in? The deserters wept and wailed, screamed and cursed, pushed and shoved each other, and from time to time soldiers and horses were squeezed off the moat.

And the thousands of guards behind him, under the leadership of Lu Zhishen and Wu Song, hundreds of guards with heavy armor and iron cavalry under the command of Hu Yanzhuo, wantonly slashed and chased after them. They don't care about their heads, where they dare to turn back and resist, just like driven domestic animals, so docile that they don't know how to resist, and they are slashed and killed in large areas, and they will only fall down with a miserable scream.

Liang Zhongning and Liao Hua fled into the saltless city, ran up to the city tower, and looked out on the city bricks, the scene was so chaotic, countless yellow centaurs crowded at the gate, pushing and crying and squeezing into the city gate, and countless black centaurs were slashing and chasing behind and would be squeezed to the city gate.

"Close the gates...... Close the gates...... Pull up the suspension bridge ......" Liang Zhongning roared, sweating profusely and covered in blood. If the city gates are not closed, the officers and soldiers will attack it.

The "creaking ......" sounded, the wheel rotated, and the "rumbling ......" suspension bridge slowly rose and left the bridge head little by little. The Yellow Turban soldiers and horses on the bridge couldn't stabilize, and most of them screamed and fell into the moat.

"Archery, archery ......" Liang Zhongning continued to roar, the black-armored officers and soldiers were already chasing closer and closer, slashing closer and closer.

"Boom, Boom, Boom......" Countless strong bows and crossbows poured down like a torrential rain, and countless yellow turban guards at the head of the city condescended to bend their bows and shoot outward.

"Ah......h

The city gate caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond. The city is densely surrounded by yellow turban soldiers, with many men and horses, and many soldiers and armor are discarded, and they are also clustered; The guards chasing behind were one with strong armor, especially the heavily armored iron horses, and the bows and arrows were difficult to enter, and the other was less manned and horseed, with swords, guns and shields in hand. As a result, most of the people who fell to the ground with arrows screaming were Yellow Turban soldiers, and they were miserable.

"Surrender or kill, retreat with me!" Lu Zhishen wielded an iron Zen staff, impermeable to the wind, and put countless bows and arrows aside, tearing open his thick throat, and roaring to the sky.

"Surrender and don't kill, surrender and don't kill! Withdraw with me! ......" The guards and men all shouted in unison while shielding their bows and arrows.

There is no door to enter in front, and there are bows and arrows flying all over the sky, and there are strong pursuers behind. This remnant of the Yellow Turban soldier really has no way to go to the sky, no way to enter the ground, wailing and screaming, desperate. Now I can hear the guards calling for surrender, leaving a trace of life, where dare not answer, "Surrender!" We surrender! …… Let's go with the officers and soldiers! The Yellow Turban soldiers shouted and wept bitterly.

"Withdraw! Merit is complete......" Lu Zhishen laughed and roared.

"Withdraw! The task is ...... complete" Wu Song smiled coldly, his long hair flying, and he shouted loudly.