The sun was setting, and the dusk was stretching the shadows of everyone on the battlefield for a long, long time.

Crossing a mountain, the shouts of killing ahead were deafening.

In an unknown valley, two sides of the army are fighting.

It's the Yellow Turbans and the first to die!

The Yellow Turban Army numbered as many as 1,000 people, and most of them were swordsmen and spearmen.

The number of first dead soldiers was smaller, and the vast majority were archers.

Although the number of the first deceased soldiers was small, they almost crushed the other party on the battlefield, and the Yellow Turban Army actually became the defending side.

At this moment, halfway up the mountainside, several people were watching the battle intently......

"Awesome, awesome!" Zhang Mu couldn't help but sigh.

"It's amazing!"

Gan Ning grabbed a stray arrow out of thin air, and Jiang Gan on the side was paralyzed on the ground in fright, if it weren't for Gan Ning's grasp, I am afraid that he would have been killed in the arrow in his head and confessed here.

Compared with the first deceased, Zhang Mu found that his previous two battles with the Yellow Turban Army were almost a joke.

The attack and defense of the first dead soldiers were orderly, and there were several first dead soldiers standing on top of several tall trees, and below were fifty people in a row, taking turns shooting.

According to common sense, once an archer is close to the body of a melee class, it is tantamount to slaughter, but the first to die is different, they are not inferior to these Yellow Turban soldiers in close combat.

The melee weapon of the first deceased was still the longbow in their hands, and when they pressed the mechanism made by Lu Ban's descendants, they flicked the bow sharply, and a circle of arc-shaped blades ejected out.

The two sides immediately fought in close combat, black and white, crow and sheep fighting!

Although the Yellow Turban soldiers are weak overall, they are still able to achieve three for one in close combat.

However, after a group of melee battles, they would find that the arrows of the first dead man in the rear had been fired again.

Brainless charges only add to death.

Not only that, but the Yellow Turbans found that their generals were constantly dying.

The first soldier on the tall tree was definitely a sniper, picking out the generals of the Yellow Turban Army to shoot and kill.

When the Yellow Turban Army found out that something was wrong, dozens of generals had already been killed.

"Shoot!"

The Yellow Turban archers were ordered to start attacking the snipers on the big tree, and when they saw this, the three people who had been prepared immediately leaned on each other and squatted down to turn their backs to the enemy, and the oil shield was on their backs, and the sharp arrows of the Yellow Turban archers did not cause much damage at all when they shot on the oil shield.

The oil shield, made of strange wood that is a specialty of Zhongshan in Jizhou, is refined by soaking in oil for 9981 days, which is very hard and comparable to the iron shield, but its weight is only one-tenth of the iron shield.

This is somewhat similar to the Nanban Rattan Armor, but compared to the Vine Armor, the Oil Shield is still slightly inferior.

Seeing that it was ineffective, the Yellow Turbans began to order people to cut down the trees, however, the first to the dead also had a way to crack it, almost all of them had hooks, threw them on top of other tall trees, and swung over before the big trees fell.

It can really be said that the road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high.

"If only I had such an army!" Zhang Mu sighed with emotion, the shock brought to him by the first death was too great.

The first to die is not afraid of life and death, and in the face of the enemy, there is only advance, never retreat.

"Lord, don't worry, we will have it sooner or later!"

Gan Ning not only knows how to use a broadsword, but he is also slightly accomplished in shooting!

Glancing at Gan Ning, Zhang Mu smiled slightly, now Zhang Mu can take out the troops on hand is probably Gan Ning's Jinfan thief, according to Gan Ning's words, in terms of single-ship combat, their Jinfan thief's combat effectiveness is no less than that of Jingzhou Navy Division and the sailors of various departments in the south of the Yangtze River.

"yes, sooner or later."

"Lord, General Gan," Jiang Gan hid behind a pangolin with the little wolf cub in his arms, shivering, "Can we go back and discuss these again?" ”

"Gone, silly boy, still thinking about revenge? What, scared? Gan Ning pushed Liao Hua and laughed.

"I, I, I" Liao Hua me for a long time before he popped out a sentence, "I'm not afraid!" ”

No matter how much a person compiles language, the body is always honest.

Liao Hua is clearly afraid!

"I'm not afraid, so why don't you go up? Seeing that the enemy is still grinding like this, he really doesn't look like a man! Gan Ning angered Liao Hua again and again, it was really Liao Hua who made him think of another child.

He is about fifteen years old, he is also avenging his father, and he lives numbly in order to kill Gan Ning in the next life, he is Ling Tong, he has a father named Ling Cao.

It is said that in order to find Gan Ning's traces, Ling Cao sold the Ling family's assets and bought a few ships at the Chaisang dockyard where the Lu family, the four wealthy merchants, were located, recruited a large number of scattered warriors, and offered a high bounty on the black market to reward Gan Ning's traces.

"Ling Tong, Ling Tong, I don't know what happened to this stinky boy now?"

Gan Ning shook his head, smiled, returned to reality, pushed Liao Hua to the ground, and said, "Silly boy, you are really going to die, Lao Tzu is joking with you." ”

"Don't stop me, don't stop me!" Liao Hua stood up and rushed forward with all his might, but Gan Ning's hands were all clamped like pliers, so that he couldn't move.

"Stop making trouble!" Zhang Mu looked at the two of them and said, "Go!" ”

"I know, I know," Gan Ning smirked, no longer blocking it.

Jiang Gan held a wooden shield above his head in one hand, and when he passed by Liao Hua's side, he said, "Do it, do it, if you don't accept it, let's do it!" ”

"It's still young, and it's worth it to die so soon?" Zhang Mu said: "If you really want revenge, you can, this mount will be given to you, and he may be able to help you take revenge." ”

As he spoke, one of the militiamen brought a pangolin mount over.

Looking at this pangolin mount and then looking at the back of Zhang Mu and the others leaving, Liao Hua was a little stunned.

What kind of trust would you give yourself such a mount?

Liao Hua, the divine power of this mount, has also seen it, wasn't the Yellow Turban troops of his own general Pei Yuanshao raided to the rear by them before!

There was a sound from behind, and the pangolin mount that Zhang Mu was sitting on made two snorts, and the corners of Zhang Mu's mouth rose slightly.

Liao Hua, this stinky boy, finally figured it out.

With his current strength, let alone looking for Koji to take revenge, it is estimated that he can't even find Koji Yoshi.

The sound of battle was getting farther and farther away, standing on the other halfway up the mountainside, Liao Hua stood on the back of the pangolin, looking at the battlefield, and sighed helplessly.

"It is! It's him! ”

It's okay not to look at it, but at a glance, Liao Hua found an interesting character.

"Hey" Liao Hua drove the mount to Zhang Mu's side and said, "I found someone you are interested in." ”

Zhang Mu looked back at Liao Hua and asked word by word, "Who am I interested in?" ”

Looking in the direction Liao Hua pointed, I saw a person squatting in the grass not far away, and if I didn't look carefully, I really couldn't find it.

The man was also watching the battlefield, not noticing that someone was touching him from behind.

"Cao Zixuan, I didn't expect us to meet again!"

Listening to this familiar voice, Cao Ang was stunned and ran away.

A large knife suddenly crossed his neck, just a millimeter away, and the delicate neck was almost oozing blood.