At this time, the Yellow Turban Yong Zhang Bo and the beautiful bearded man Zhu Tong have been fighting for hundreds of rounds, both of them are sweating profusely, their arms are sore, and their knife skills are gradually chaotic. Uncle Zhang had already secretly regretted in his heart, regretting that he thought too highly of himself, and wanted to take down this official army with the strength of a horse, and did not call the generals under his command to help.

The mountains and rivers are turning, and now he sees that there are dead and wounded all around him, and he is being chased and surrounded this time, where does he still have the mind to fight a little bit.

"Roar! ……”

Zhang Bo took a sharp breath, suddenly let out a sky-breaking roar, and his whole body strength was condensed into a blow, the bronze broadsword was raised high, and the cold light was forced to shoot, turning into a roaring green dragon, and slashing at Zhu Tong's head with a sharp green shadow.

Zhu Tong saw the green shadow roaring towards him, and the Chaoyang broadsword was busy turning attack into defense, tense and bulging muscles, and slammed upward.

"Bang! ……”

There was another deafening collision, the dust was flying, and the two war horses "Herod" screamed and took a few steps back.

Uncle Zhang, a man with many years of experience in battlefield fighting, wanted these few steps, and when he retreated, he didn't care about his sore arms and bleeding from the tiger's mouth, turned around and fled backwards.

"Where to go! ……”

Zhu Tong blocked the blow with all his might, the tiger's mouth cracked and bleed even more, his arms were sore, and his ears were already buzzing, but where was he willing to let go of the thief who killed his Lei Heng brothers, pulled up his hoarse throat and scolded angrily, chased after the war horse, the morning sun big knife was in his hand, and the long beard and beautiful hair were scattered wantonly in the wind.

In late spring and early summer, the sun is shining, the wilderness outside the northern city of Shouzhang, the mountains are full of rout and fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers, they are scattered, they can't form an army, they lose their armor, they abandon their guns and shields, and they only hate that their parents didn't give them a few more legs.

Where can Zhu Tong care about the yellow turban pawns fleeing around, his eyes are only fixed on Uncle Zhang, who is fleeing not far in front of him, only when he touches the soldiers who can't open his eyes and block his way, he wields a big knife and slashes and kills, and chases after him. He shouted at the Liangshan soldiers and horses behind him: "Cavalry! Cavalry...... Escape to the front! ”

"Surrender, surrender and not die!" Behind him, thousands of Liangshan soldiers and horses chased after him, panting and sweating, and everyone shouted in unison. The Yellow Turban soldiers were tired of escaping, and there was really no way to escape, so they simply threw away their knives and guns, knelt down with a "plop", and no longer resisted.

The Liangshan soldiers also simply saw the kneeling Yellow Turban soldiers, so they stopped slashing and killing, and directly crossed over, let the brothers behind them receive it, and continued to chase forward with all their might, shouting endlessly: "Surrender!" Surrender or kill! Surrender and don't die! ...... "caught up with those Yellow Turban soldiers who were still desperately fleeing and refused to surrender, and the officers and soldiers were not polite, stabbing with knives and guns, and slaughtering them all.

Under such circumstances, the Yellow Turban soldiers still didn't understand, life was important, their souls were scattered, and they were like headless flies one by one, team by team, army by army, all discarded their swords and guns, and honestly knelt down, waiting for the Liangshan officials and soldiers to receive them.

"Cavalry! Cavalry ...... "Yang Zhi, Zhu Wu and others can clearly see that the Yellow Turban Infantry is no longer a problem, and only the remnants of the Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry who fled at the front are the key.

Yang Zhi shouted: "Chase and kill the cavalry!" After shouting, he shook the reins, grabbed the war horse under his crotch, crossed the yellow scarf foot soldiers who were kneeling on the ground under the black pressure, and chased Zhu Tong like a swift wind.

The heroes of Liangshan such as Li Ying, Li Jun, the dragon of the mixed river, and Zhu Wu, the military master of the divine machine, and the twenty or thirty horseback generals also roared and chased after them.

Hundreds of yellow turban iron horsemen in front of them fled in a panic, Zhu Tong single-handedly bit the back tightly, and when he saw that he was close, the two yellow scarves covered in yellow turbans roared and shouted: "Dashuai, I'm going to stop that guy." With that, the two of them pulled the reins of their horses, turned around and picked up their spears and rushed back towards the bearded man Zhu Tong.

"Good time!" The bearded man saw it clearly, and with the help of horsepower, a touch of cold electricity flashed, and he whistled towards the two yellow turban generals.

"Poof, poof......" The three horses rushed past, only to hear two clear sounds of knives and guns entering the flesh, and then "Ah! Yes! ......" Two terrible roars sounded, and the two yellow turban generals fell off their horses, only to see the two war horses screaming and leaving the empty saddle.

"Where to go! ......" Zhu Tong roared and continued to chase after him, but unfortunately after this moment, Uncle Zhang ran farther, saw his back, and escaped an arrow.

"Straight mother thief ......" Zhu Tong's eyes were cracked, and he was so calm and heavy that he scolded in a hurry, slapped the horse's buttocks fiercely and continued to chase.

Suddenly.

"Surrender or kill! ......" The earth-shattering cry came from ahead, mixed with the rumbling sound of iron hooves. A team of iron horsemen roared and rushed into the Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry from the side, leading a general, wearing silver shining armor, wearing a snowflake beast helmet on his head, handsome eyebrows, holding a white pear flower spear, it was Zhang Qing, a featherless arrow.

It turned out that it was the 5th and 7th Battalions of the Ma Army led by Zhang Qing and Shi Jin who rushed into the battlefield on the Western Front, with a total of 3,200 iron cavalry. As soon as they returned to Liangshan in the morning, they learned about the siege of Shouzhang, and obeyed Wu Yong's military order and hurried over non-stop. The mountain road was rugged, seventy or eighty roads, and it took two or three hours to arrive. Seeing that the two sides on the battlefield were fighting fiercely and fighting endlessly, it was a critical moment. The two did not dare to stop for a moment, and led their subordinates to rush in from the flank of the Yellow Turban Army on the Western Front. The impact of more than 3,000 iron cavalry, which one could withstand it, the Yellow Turbans on the Western Front immediately collapsed, the entire battlefield immediately collapsed, the Yellow Turbans scattered and fled, and they also chased in all directions.

Zhang Qing's eyes were bright, and he saw hundreds of Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry fleeing backwards from a distance, he immediately stopped chasing the foot soldiers, and led his 1,600 Iron Cavalry to gallop over, and just happened to crash into the Yellow Turban Cavalry from the side.

"Kill!" Zhang Qing rode first, shouted loudly, and shook the white pear flower gun, shaking out the shadow of the gun in the sky, like a pear tree, falling colorful. The sky was full of murderous spirits, and the "brush ......" stabbed into the body of the Yellow Turban cavalry, and the "Ah ......" several cavalrymen in front of them screamed and fell off their horses.

"Peng ......"

The countless Liangshan iron horsemen behind him followed Zhang Qing and crashed in, and countless spears were stabbed out by the galloping horses, which were unstoppable. "Ah...... Ah......h

There are yellow turban iron horsemen who are not afraid of death, and they also raise their spears to fight back, but they find that it is in vain, and the impact of the other party is so sharp, as if they are all strong martial artists, sitting upright on the horse steadily, and the gun is irresistible by the horse. All those who dared to hinder the roaring gallop of the war horses were crushed to ashes, and all counterattacks were as fragile and breakable as white paper.

"How so!" The Yellow Turban Cavalry roared in despair, closed his unwilling eyes, and blood gushed from beneath him.

Without stopping, Zhang Qing's fifth battalion had already penetrated the Yellow Turban cavalry array from the side. Under the crushing impact of thousands of cavalry, hundreds of Yellow Turban cavalry were no longer three, and large areas of war horses were already empty, all on the ground, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The rest, bloodless and glazed-eyed, could not believe it. In one attack, the difference between the battle losses of the two armies was too much, and only a few dozen of the hundreds of iron horsemen of the Yellow Turban remained, but the other side only lost dozens of horsemen.

"Turn!" Zhang Qinglang shouted, and thousands of cavalrymen turned around in unison, flat-ended spears, ready to make a second impact.

"How so?" Uncle Zhang was also dumbfounded, and he screamed loudly. This is more than the meteorite demon technique of Guan Junshou Zhang Chengtou that he can't believe. These cavalry under his command are all old battalion soldiers who have followed him for many years and fought for thousands of miles, although they are not strong in martial arts, but their equestrian skills are exquisite, even if they are attacked and collided on the side, how can there be so much difference. How can they all charge with guns in both hands? Thousands of them are so strong in martial arts? Are they all generals and lieutenants?

"Surrender!" Zhang Qing shouted loudly with a gun, and the horse under his crotch roared again and again, just waiting for the master's order.

"The yellow sky is above! God don't bless me Uncle Zhang! Uncle Zhang looked up to the sky and yelled. After roaring, he glared angrily, his beard was full, and he roared, "Come on! Only Uncle Zhang died in battle! ”

The cavalry of the old battalion behind him shouted in mournful: "Great handsome! Then they all shouted, "Come on! The war horses are all together, and the wind is sorrowful.

"Kill!" Zhang Qing gave an order, thousands of strong horses immediately neighed and roared, and the "rumbling" thunder sounded, first soothing the chaos, then neat, and then rapid and violent, countless cold and shining spears roared forward and rushed forward, like a broken bamboo, destroying the world and destroying the world.

"Kill!" Uncle Zhang grimaced, roared with a cracked mouth, raised the bronze broadsword, rode forward, and rushed forward.

"Kill!" The remaining dozens of Yellow Turban Iron Riders roared mournfully, grabbed their horses, and rushed up.