Sou~~

Another arrow broke through the air, pierced through Zhou Cang's knife curtain, and came straight to the door in front of him.

Zhou Cang didn't have time to think about it, almost relying on the instinct of a martial artist, when he was about to make a move, he twisted his head to dodge.

Brush!

The sharp arrow grazed his face, scraping a scar on his face, and a trace of blood slowly soaked out.

The pain on his face instantly woke Zhou Cang up from his shock, and his mind immediately calmed down, realizing that the situation was unfavorable to his army, and if he forcibly held on, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"The whole army retreats, the whole army retreats quickly!" Zhou Cang, who came to his senses, was anxious to shout.

Thousands of yellow turban thieves, as if they had been granted amnesty, turned around and retreated.

Beyond the fog, in the midst of the Soviet army.

Although Su Zhe couldn't see the movement of the enemy army in the wolf smoke clearly, he pondered that Zhou Cang should not be able to hold it anymore, stuffed another broad bean into his mouth, and when he chewed, he sneered: "Second uncle, the enemy is almost about to escape, quickly lead the cavalry to attack from the flank, let them taste the taste of annihilation." ”

Su Fei was already enthusiastic, waiting for his words, and immediately waved his knife and shouted: "Brothers of the cavalry, rush with me, kill the thieves and thieves without leaving a piece of armor!" ”

In the roar, Su Fei took the lead and raised his knife to kill.

Nearly fifty Soviet cavalry burst into formation, followed Su Fei diagonally to kill, bypassed the front of the wolf smoke and fog, and rushed to attack the enemy from the side.

At this time, the surviving Yellow Turban thieves had just escaped from the dense fog, and their vision was slightly clearer.

Just when he just wanted to take a breath, he heard the sound of horses' hooves cracking in the sky ringing in his ears.

The infantry army against the cavalry, the most important thing is the formation, now the Yellow Turban Army formation has been chaotic, the fighting spirit has also been greatly frustrated, at this time and then collided with the Soviet iron cavalry assault, instantly was shocked to the spirit of collapse, the fighting spirit collapsed.

Flee at the mere sight of the oncoming force.

It's too late!

The Iron Rider rolled and rolled in, knocking the panicked Yellow Turban thieves like fragile straws, flying and tearing them to pieces.

The sound of miserable howls rose like a tide, severed limbs and blood mist flew in the air, and in an instant, the Yellow Turban thief was killed until the ghost cried wolf.

"How can this be, his grandmother, Lao Tzu Pei Yuanshao will be defeated twice by the mongrel surnamed Su, surnamed Su, Lao Tzu will kill you sooner or later-"

Pei Yuanshao, who was scolding, scolded while holding his head and running away.

"The dog surnamed Pei, where to escape!"

With a thunderous roar, Su Fei slashed through the chaotic army, carrying a blood-stained war knife, like a raging storm, and swept towards Pei Yuanshao's oblique stab.

Su Feima was fast, turned around and bumped into it, the big knife in his hand danced, slashing out like a grinding plate, and the "broken mountain and broken mountain" in the Su family's knife method was taken directly by Pei Yuanshao as his chest.

Pei Yuanshao was taken aback, he didn't have to think about it, he was in a hurry to raise the knife to block, but he had an injury on his arm before, and at this critical time, his arm couldn't hold up the strength and couldn't lift the big knife in time.

"No—"

In the frightened scream, Pei Yuanshao could only burst his eyes, watching the deadly big knife slash into the air.

Click!

With a crisp sound of separation of flesh and bones, Pei Yuanshao was cut into two pieces by blocking his chest, the upper half of his body rose into the air and flew out of seven steps, and the lower half of his body was dragged on the horse and swayed, and he was also planted on the ground.

Su Fei slashed Pei Yuanshao with one sword, non-stop, like a violent wind, and killed towards Zhou Cang.

He was red-eyed, his self-confidence was bursting, and he wanted to take down Zhou Cang in one go, and completely put down Biyang's yellow turban disaster for Su Zhe.

Zhou Cang, who was running, heard Pei Yuanshao's screams, and suddenly turned around, shocked to see Pei Yuanshao being cut in two.

He was angry for a while, and he turned his horse's head and killed Su Fei.

In today's battle, thousands of soldiers and horses were defeated by Su Zhe, and even the second master was beheaded, which can be described as a heavy loss.

Zhou Cang didn't dare, even if he was defeated, he would behead Su Zhe before he could save some face.

It was with such a thought in his heart that Zhou Cang fought against the defeated army, and with a beastly roar, he danced his knife towards Su Fei and killed.

The knife went like the wind, broke through the air, and made a swishing sound, and the strength can reach such a level, and the martial arts must not be weak.

Su Fei's heart shook slightly, and he realized that the thief in front of him, martial arts were very likely to be above him, and he was too arrogant, I was afraid that he would be kicked on the iron plate.

Just when Su Fei's confidence was slightly frustrated, suddenly a strong wind blew behind him, rolled up a splash of blood, and rushed towards Zhou Cang.

Zhou Cang was caught off guard, his face was splashed with blood, and his eyes were also splashed with blood stains, and he couldn't break away from the stimulation immediately.

The line of sight was obscured, and Zhou Cang's knife technique was immediately scattered, and a flaw appeared in front of him.

Unexpected opportunity!

Su Fei was overjoyed, and the war knife in his hand took advantage of the situation and slashed Zhou Cang's neck.

Zhou Cang heard the wind in a daze, couldn't tell where the blade was coming, and could only reluctantly raise the knife to block it, when the knife was still halfway, Su Fei suddenly changed his move, and when the two horses passed by, the backhand handle slapped Zhou Cang's back.

Bang!

The heavy hilt of the knife was in the back, Zhou Cang snorted, his body was unstable, and his huge figure was directly slapped out of the horse, falling forward and falling to the ground.

Zhou Cang, who landed on the ground, didn't care about the pain on his body, rubbed his eyes and struggled to get up.

As soon as he supported half of his body, he felt a chill in the back of his neck, and a cold voice sounded behind him: "Dog thief, dare to move again, and Lao Tzu will send you to see your great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao." ”

Zhou Cang's heart suddenly swelled with infinite sadness, knowing that he had been completely defeated, and no matter how much he struggled, it would be in vain, and the other party could take his life with just a light move.

The anger in his heart was raging, and a thick sense of humiliation swept through his body, but he was in the hands of Su Fei because of his life, and he was empty of grief and indignation, but he never moved again.

Su Fei snorted coldly and shouted, "Tie up this thief and hand it over to Su County Commander for disposal." ”

Several cavalrymen surrounded him, and the lasso tied Zhou Cang three times inside and three times outside, tied a sturdy one, and dragged him back to Wangbiyang City.

At this time, the 300 infantry troops behind had also chased and killed, and under the attack of the cavalry and the infantry army, the 3,000 yellow turban thieves killed were killed and wounded, and the blood flowed like a river.

……

The sun is setting in the west, and the wind is dying.

The thick wolf smoke gradually dissipated, the terrible howls fell silent, and the battlefield returned to calm.

The big banner of the word "Su" flew proudly, while countless yellow turban battle flags were scattered on the blood-stained battlefield, allowing the victorious Soviet soldiers to trample on them wantonly.

Su Zhe glanced at this bloody battlefield and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Counting the battle damage, about 10 cavalry were killed and wounded in this battle, and more than 30 foot soldiers were lost, but more than 1,000 of the 3,000 Yellow Turban thieves were killed, nearly 600 surrendered and were captured, and only more than 1,000 Yellow Turban thieves escaped from this Shura killing field.

Moreover, one of the two Yellow Turban leaders was killed, and the other was directly captured!

The rest of the weapons and other captured war goods are even more numerous.

If the previous battle was only a small victory, today's battle can be described as a veritable big victory.

Su Zhe chewed broad beans, smiled and watched a captive being escorted into the city, and watched the bundles of weapons being carried back by the soldiers.

"These hundreds of Yellow Turban captives are all strong young and strong, and they have been on the battlefield for a long time, if they can be collected and reorganized and used by me, the soldiers and horses under my command can explode to 1,000, and the strength will be doubled, well, not bad......"

When he was calculating, Su Fei in front of him had already ridden his horse, ordered the soldiers behind him, and threw Zhou Cang, who was tied up with five flowers, in front of Su Zhe.

"Ziming, this guy is the thief Zhou Cang, I captured you alive, you see what to do." Su Fei smiled excitedly.

Su Fei's eyes suddenly lit up.

Defeating the Yellow Turban Thief was expected by him, but capturing Zhou Cang alive was really a surprise.

"Second Uncle did a good job!"

Su Fei praised loudly, turned his eyes to Zhou Cang, who was pressed to the ground, his eyes lit up with murderous intent, and he asked with a sneer: "Zhou Cang, you are not very arrogant, if I don't give you food, will you kill me, now that you kneel in front of me, how do you feel?" ”