The soldiers of Liangshan fought and retreated, and slowly retreated to the city of Shouzhang, intending to rely on Shouzhang with their backs, and cooperate with the city to give the Yellow Turban Thieves a greater blow.

Yang Zhi and Bian Xi walked the horse top, guns came and went, fierce battles were in full swing, Zhengjue gradually gained the upper hand, but the brothers behind him had retreated, his wrist flicked, and the eight-treasure camel dragon spear in his hand swung out several spear flowers, brilliant and colorful, and stabbed towards Bian Xi. How dare Bian Xi take the move, but he was in a hurry to dodge, who expected Yang Zhi to be a false move, the spear was withdrawn, and the horse was gone, not forgetting to shout to Zhu Tong not far away: "Go!" ……”

The battle between the beautiful bearded man Zhu Tong and the yellow turban and the handsome Zhang Bo is even more intense. Both of them are strong in martial arts, one strikes with hatred, and the other is heroic, only to see the flying sand and stones in the battle group, and the swords are light, only to hear the "bang bang bang" gold and iron impact sound one by one, and the roar and roar cover the other.

Uncle Zhang yelled roughly: "Want to go? It's not that easy! The bronze broadsword in his hand waved in the wind and tightly entangled Zhu Tong.

Zhu Tong roared again and again, and the Chaoyang broadsword slashed out several times in a row, like a fierce tiger, like a god, and scolded: "Why do you want to go?" Return a brother's life! ……”

In an instant, the two fought for dozens of rounds, and it was difficult to separate.

Bian Xi saw Yang Zhi walking away, panting like thunder, he let out a long breath, did not chase after him, waved his spear and shouted: "Don't chase, be careful of witchcraft!" surrounded the long-haired general and made meritorious contributions. ”

The Yellow Turban Iron Riders listened to the order and stopped chasing, and surrounded Zhu Tong with their horses, and tens of thousands of Yellow Turban foot soldiers behind them also brandished knives and guns and surrounded them, forming a circular encirclement. The inner core is Zhang Bozhu Tong who is entangled and fighting in one place, and then there are thousands of Yellow Turban cavalry outside, and even more outside are dense and innumerable Yellow Turban foot soldiers.

Bian Xi shouted at Zhu Tong: "This general, vote for my yellow scarf, you have been surrounded." ”

During the fight, the beautiful bearded man Zhu Tong heard the shouting, and Yu Guang saw that the yellow scarves were about to come up, and he was not afraid to laugh, and the long beard and beautiful hair fluttered wantonly with the wind, and the dignified domineering spirit overflowed, and he shouted: "Although there are tens of millions of people, what can you do?" Bernard Trump's life is coming! In the roar, ignoring the surrounding situation, the Chaoyang Broadsword swept towards Uncle Zhang with a fierce murderous aura, and the cold golden light pushed the back waves like ocean waves, enveloping Uncle Zhang in an instant.

"Good man! Well done! Zhang Bo's face was even more solemn, he didn't dare to have any surprises that surrounded him, but paid more attention to it, and with a rough roar, the bronze broadsword was also skyrocketing, and the blue light flickered, rising into the sky, like a dragon rolling, blocking Zhu Tong's turbulent attack.

"When! While! Bang! Bang......"

The sound of the collision of gold and iron was even worse, and the yellow scarves in all directions changed color and turned white, and the sky was dark, and the ghosts and gods howled.

"Hugh hurt my brother!"

Suddenly, with an earth-shattering roar, Yang Zhi single-handedly slaughtered into the chaos like a whirlwind, the eight treasures of the camel in his hand, the spears and spears rippled, and everywhere he went, blood was splashed like bright peach blossoms, and he was screaming and screaming. It turned out that after the blue-faced beast Yang Zhi withdrew from the battle group, he turned around and saw that Zhu Tong did not follow, but saw countless Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding him like a tide. He couldn't help but be annoyed, and scolded: "Straight mother thief, I'm afraid I'm going to abolish another brother." Lao Tzu fought with you. After scolding, as soon as he pulled the reins, he rode his horse and rushed back.

The generals of Liangshan, such as Li Ying, the Mixed River Dragon, and Zhu Wu, the Divine Machine Military Division, slowly retreated to Shouzhang City, with their backs to Shouzhang, in preparation for another battle. Seeing Yang Zhi turn around and rush back, and seeing the Yellow Turban group of thieves surrounding Zhu Tong, he couldn't help but be in an uproar.

Ruan Xiaoqi shouted: "Damn, my brother is surrounded, if grandpa doesn't save him, he will be a good man." At that moment, he threw off the war horse in his crotch, waved the Pu knife in his hand, and although he was not familiar with horse nature, he pulled up the maximum speed and rushed back to the yellow scarf. Seeing this, the elder brother of the Ruan family, Xiao Er and Xiao Wu, also pounced back.

Li Ying turned sideways and glanced at Zhu Wu, the Divine Machine Military Master, and asked, "Staff Officer Zhu, what should I do?" ”

Zhu Wu looked left and right at the two leading generals, Li Ying and Li Jun, the dragon of the mixed river, and shouted loudly: "Brother, brother is in trouble, only death saves his ears!" It's a pity that there is no cooperation from the city! ”

Li Jun, the dragon of the mixed river, laughed loudly and shouted at the brothers: "If there is no cooperation, there will be no cooperation, the two armies will fight bloodily, and the brave will win!" Kill! ……”

"The two armies fought a bloody battle, and the brave won!" Suddenly, Li Ying, Li Jun, Zhu Wu and the heroes of Liangshan led thousands of soldiers like galloping horses, and the mountains roared and the tsunami killed and turned a horse pistol. Seeing this, Ling Zhen of the city head also roared loudly, ran to the drum at the head of the city in two steps and one step, snatched the mallet from the soldier's hand, and beat the heavy cowhide war drum like crazy.

"Rumble! Rumble! "The drums of war rumbled, and the sound struck people's hearts.

It was like two huge iron plates colliding, the two sides collided again, blood splattered, countless broken bodies screamed and fell to the ground and fell off the horse, the armor was shattered, the swords and guns were broken, the blood flowed like a river, red blood, white brains, and colorful viscera and intestines, staining this battlefield into Shura hell. One side is many people, one side is brave and invincible, and the soldiers on both sides are fighting in one place on the battlefield within a radius of several miles, and there is no victory or defeat, only the smoke of gunpowder is filled, and the corpses are all over the field, and there is a blood red; Only listen to the rumbling of war drums, the golden iron horse, roaring and shaking the sky, wailing and screaming......

Ruan Xiaoqi roared angrily, cut off the head of a war horse with a knife, and the war horse "neighed" and screamed, fell forward, and threw the yellow turban iron horse off the horse. Seeing this, Ruan Xiaoqi only stabbed the life of the Yellow Turban Iron Rider with a "poof", and was about to kill the next Iron Rider who was rushing closely, but at a glance he saw several strong horses galloping past next to him, and immediately the cavalry spear took advantage of the horse's momentum and stabbed at Tong Wei who was fighting on his right.

"Be careful! ......" Ruan Xiaoqi reminded with an angry scream. Tong Wei over there was also alert and flashed, but where was the time, he could hide a few, but he couldn't hide completely, and a spear pierced Tong Wei's waist with the sound of the wind.

"Ahh ......" With the gushing blood splashing, a terrible roar sounded to the sky, Tong Wei screamed, but he gritted his teeth, grabbed the spear with his left hand, and with a wave of the dragon knife in his right hand, he killed the owner of the spear. The blood did not stop, Tong Wei suddenly felt that his strength was gradually disappearing, and he fell to the ground with a miserable smile.

"Brother!" "Tong Wei Brothers......" On the side, Tong Meng and Ruan Xiaoqi's eyes were split, and they roared sadly, picked up the Pu knife in their hands, and waved it like crazy, driving the Yellow Turban Iron Horse surrounded by all directions, and rushed straight to the direction of Tong Wei.

"Tong Wei Brothers...... It's okay......" Ruan Xiaoqi helped Tong Wei with his sturdy left arm, and screamed while constantly dialing his right hand to resist the spear that stabbed him.

"It's okay! Just leave some blood......" Tong Wei's face was pale, covering his waist with one hand, and his mouth was still very hard. Tong Wei had also pounced, swept the Jiaolong knife with both hands, and helped Ruan Xiaoqi swing away the several spears that had been assassinated.

Ruan Xiaoqi shouted: "Tong Meng, there are too many Yellow Turban Thieves and Cavalry, you come to hold your brother and fight with me!" Tong Meng supported his brother according to his words, and the two of them followed behind, and Ruan Xiaoqi fought wantonly.

The battle on the battlefield has entered the white heat, and the two sides are either red-eyed and deaf, only knowing how to swing the knife and swing the knife, bayonet and stab, die and die, and if you don't die, you will fight, kill and kill...... Just wait for the final result of the collapse of the other party or the collapse of your own.

Suddenly!

The ground trembled slightly, and then there was a thunderous sound of horses' hooves on the west side of the battlefield, and then a terrible wail and angry shouts of killing broke through the sky......

The Western Front of the battlefield is in chaos!

Looking down from the sky, you can clearly see a group of black iron horsemen who have crushed thousands of people roaring into the flock like a fierce tiger, like a hot knife inserting grease, all of them holding bright spears in their hands and slamming into the yellow turban thieves with a huge impact.

"Ah...... Ah......h

The screams were accompanied by violent collisions that resounded throughout the mountains. Countless Yellow Turban thieves were pierced with spears and wailed; Many more soldiers were knocked to the ground by the tremendous impact of the Iron Horse, their sternums shattered, their limbs broken, and they vomited blood and screamed. In an instant, the entire western front was chiseled through, rivers of blood flowed, broken arms and limbs, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the survivors fled in all directions, screaming and wailing like headless flies.

"Officers and cavalry...... The officers and cavalry ......" the Yellow Turban thieves shouted sharply and panicked, spreading from the Western Front to the entire battlefield.

The last straw of the Yellow Turban Army was cut like this, and the heart of fighting suddenly disappeared, where do they want to continue fighting. Those who were not determined were terrified, turned around and fled, and the queue was in chaos, and the pressure of the Liangshan garrison and the navy in the battle was greatly reduced.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bian Xi swept forward with the spear in his hand, swept away Yang Zhi's attack, and shouted around: "Old camp, old camp, go and block the West ......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw that a cold spear had pierced his chest, and blood gushed out along the tip of the spear.

"Ah...... You ......" Bian Xi screamed, he had already fallen off his horse and died on the spot.

Yang Zhi "brushed" and withdrew the Babao camel dragon spear, and shouted loudly: "The reinforcements have arrived, and you wait for the general to die, and you still don't surrender?" ”

"Surrender! Surrender! Behind him, the soldiers of the Liangshan Fan County garrison and the navy army were in great spirits, and they roared overwhelmingly, and the swords and guns in their hands were brandished more violently.

Where did the Yellow Turban soldiers dare to resist, whether it was an ordinary Yellow Turban infantry or a veteran Yellow Turban battalion that had experienced a hundred battles, they all lost their courage, their souls were scattered, and they turned around and ran. On the Western Front, on the frontal battlefield, one by one they were killed and could not be defeated, and the wolves rushed to the graves, not distinguishing between the east and the west, the north and the south.

The officers and soldiers slashed and chased after them, and they did not dare to turn back, so docile that they were like sheep driven by a shepherd, and large swaths were slashed from behind.

"Surrender! Surrender and don't die! Zhu Wu, the Divine Machine Military Division, shouted, Li Ying, the Heavenly Eagle, shouted, all the heroes of Liangshan shouted, and the thousands of soldiers behind him shouted.