"Whew... Crash...! ”

The sound of whimpering wind, hovering in the screams of fighting.

The entire battlefield was filled with a smell of blood, and the ground was filled with the blood of corpses, and streams of red viscous water flowed out.

On the entire battlefield of the confrontation, it was cruel, but it perfectly presented a bloody and bloody hellish scene.

And in the scarlet sea of blood, a green viscous blood mist continued to appear on the ground full of blood, and layers of ripples continued to appear, as if some force was urging it.

The green blood mist, which continued strangely and twisted for hundreds of meters, began to suddenly ripple slightly.

After a burst of condensation, a bloody shadow immediately appeared, and Liu Kui, who had a broken arm, appeared with a pale face.

glanced at it, although it was still insisting on fighting, it was already irrepressible, and the collapsed yellow turban situation.

Liu Kui's face was ugly again, he covered his mouth, coughed violently, and said, "Damn... Damn it...!

Years of hard work, once disintegrated, is really hateful.

Damn Gao Zhi, I'll come back to you when I go back and plan again... When the time comes, it will definitely make you miserable! ”

As soon as the voice fell, a sneer full of murderous intent suddenly sounded behind him, causing his pores to shrink at this moment: "Hehe, you may not have a chance to go back..."

"What... What the?!! ”

Liu Kui's body suddenly froze, and the stiff difficulty was overturned.

The next moment, what hit his eyelids was a young face with a cold smile, and the dazzling white gas on the palm of his hand.

In Liu Kui's pupils, the angry Gao Zhi, up and down his body, reflected the cold light, so that he swallowed the words that came to his mouth alive.

Gao Zhi stepped forward gently, and once again flashed in front of him strangely, and at the moment before he could react, his palm suddenly poked out, holding the latter's neck tightly, tilting his head slightly, and said coldly.

"Goodbye."

"I... Belch...! ”

"Click...!"

"Smack...!"

Stepping over the deformed corpse that had collapsed, Gao Zhi clapped his hands gently, but there was no trace of fluctuation in his heart.

He had already said that this man must die.

From the time Liu Kui attacked Lu Lingqi and led people to besiege them, he had the intention of killing him.

What's more, with Gao Zhi's temperament, the most taboo thing is to let such enemies who have a grudge against him exist in the world.

looked down, no longer paused, and cut off Liu Kui's head.

Turning around again, he still needs to hold this head to "rescue" the little girl who is still waiting in place.

...

At this time, due to the disappearance of Guo Da and the death of Liu Kui, he really became leaderless.

However, due to the large scope of the battlefield, except for the local theater that learned about the situation and collapsed and fled, most places are still immersed in the madness of fighting.

The earth-shattering sound of fighting was like a hot steamer.

The clashing of weapons, the howls of fighting, the dull sound of knives slashing into the human body, and more often than not, the screams of people before they die...... Countless bloods stained the ground beneath their feet, both the enemy's and their own......

The strength of the Yellow Turban Army was finally manifested at this moment, and a Xiliang Iron Cavalry could only exchange the lives of three enemies?

When they received mortal wounds, the mad warriors all chose to die together, and everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but stand on end.

The Yellow Turbans are so vicious?

You must know that their weapons and equipment are only the lowest level of wooden spears and guns, and they are no more than big swords.

Seizing the opportunity, those Xiliang Iron Riders greeted them one after another, but they really underestimated the fanaticism of these Yellow Turban soldiers who had become agitated and lost their minds.

For their goals, for their desire to survive, for their desire to live, for their hope.

Die?

So what's the matter!

In the huge war of attrition, on average, three to four Yellow Turban soldiers killed, the Xiliang army had to pay the price of one person.

This kind of strong military soul suddenly made the veteran generals of the Xiliang Army tremble.

No one could think clearly, the Yellow Turban Uprising was rushed, and many Yellow Turban soldiers could not be allocated the corresponding materials.

But it is this group of equipment that is just a big knife, and some are even more outrageous, wooden sticks and hoes and the like... Guys, how can it explode with such a destructive force?

"Look for death!" A Xiliang Dubo shouted angrily, and with a spear stabbing through, a Yellow Turban sergeant passed through the body.

Unexpectedly, the Yellow Turban sergeant glanced at his chest blankly, his eyes were even more crazy, and he actually held the spear in his hand and prevented the Yellow Turban soldier from pulling it out.

At this time, the Xiliang soldier was a little flustered, and pulled it with all his might, and the force was so fierce that the Yellow Turban sergeant had more blood in his mouth.

"Kill! Kill! The Yellow Turban sergeant did not relax until the moment he died, and when he was roaring, several Yellow Turban sergeants had already stepped forward and slashed at the Xiliang soldier.

The horizontal ones are afraid of the flute, and the one who is afraid of the flute is not dead!

Under the frantic battle of the Yellow Turban Army, which seemed to forget life and death, such a desperate tendency, for a while, let them suppress the trend of the Xiliang Army.

Two angry tides, like a flood, hit one place. Splattered with boundless blood.

From the very beginning, the black-armored soldiers were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and they crushed the troops of the Yellow Turban Army in one sight.

Then it was time for the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who reacted and were passionate and enthusiastic, and began to fight back frantically.

A member of the Western Liang general, staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes and incredulity.

The strength of these Xiliang soldiers under his command is not inferior to those foreign barbarians.

Is this the case today?

Puzzled, he was once again drawn into the chaos of the fight.

The soldiers on both sides rushed to the opposite side still shouting.

Either kill the enemy, or be noisy on the battlefield by the enemy.

Before there is no super strength, when the strength of an individual is placed on tens of thousands of battlefields, it will seem too small.

A Xiliang soldier had just hacked to death a Baibo Yellow Turban thief, but was immediately attacked by another Baibo Yellow Turban soldier and fell to the ground alive.

It's just that the soldier didn't live long, and a few nearby Xiliang soldiers had already pounced on him and chopped him into pulp.

If the most brutal is in the gladiatorial arena, then the most violent is in the battlefield!

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The soldiers on both sides were red-eyed, desperately slashing the knives in their hands at others, and then they were cut down by others, and finally trampled to death by the crowd.

The smell of blood in the air is really too strong, and with the picture of severed limbs and sideways flying in front of you, no matter how nervous you are, I'm afraid you can't stand it a little.