Dong Zhuo took one last look at Lu Bu and waved his hand: "Kill this person for me first!" ”

"Kill !!" The sound of killing erupted in the golden palace, the blade was raised high, and countless people surrounded the general who was riding on the red horse in the middle.

"Whew!" Lu Bu's halberd waved, and the three guards behind him also took out their own blades.

One of them grabbed the long sword at his waist and drew it.

A sword groan sounded, and the white-faced guard shouted: "Where is the trap!" ”

"In!"

The palace guards who were originally guarding both sides of the palace took a step forward, and their number was less than one-tenth of that of the Xiliang army, but the momentum was not inferior by half a point.

A fierce aura spread from the bodies of those palace guards, with some blood, and their steps were like a chorus, and their hands were on the hilt of the sword at their waist at the same time.

"Click!"

The long sword was drawn in half, and Sen Sen showed it.

"In front of the Son of Heaven Palace, if you dare to take a step further, there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

With a shout, several people in the group were directly frightened and fell to the ground, trembling between the strands, and there was some slight wetness.

These individuals are not palace guards at all, but they have all been replaced by the elite under Lu Bu's tent, trapped in the camp.

It is naturally impossible for the Xiliang army to be frightened away by this chorus, they are also people who were killed from the battlefield, how could they be afraid of the confrontation between the two armies.

The footsteps did not stop for a moment, and rushed forward. On the side of the trapped army, seeing that the Xiliang army did not stop, he stopped talking and lowered his head.

"Zheng!" The entire long sword was drawn from its sheath, and the air in front of the palace was cold.

The two teams of trapped troops took a few steps forward in unison, and they didn't know who shouted first.

"Ambition to fall into battle!"

Then a violent voice echoed: "There is death and no life!" ”

The two teams gathered into a team, their swords held high, and their eyes were red. The pace did not stop any longer, rushed up, and killed the Xiliang army.

The Xiliang army was only a little slower, but only a tenth of them rushed towards them, but they didn't see the slightest retreat in the formation. It seems that among those people, there is really a kind of will to die and not live.

The soldier named Trap was dressed in black armor and reached out to pull down one of the armor surfaces from his helmet and put it over his face. It's a beast-like face.

Trapping camp is a name from ancient times, and it is rumored to have appeared in the pre-Qin period at the earliest. It is an invincible military department, and the soldiers put life and death out of the way, and can break the formation of 100 people and 1,000 people, and often fall into the enemy formation to rush and kill, with a black face and black armor.

This army assisted the king's side, from the pre-Qin to the Qin dynasty until the time of the death of Qin, during the siege of Xianyang.

Thousands of people greeted hundreds of thousands of enemies, leaving a sentence that although tens of millions of people were gone, the whole army was dead.

This is called the ambition of a fall into battle through the ages, known as the most loyal and brave army.

Even in the Han Dynasty, an army was built to guard the palace, and a military formation can be called a trap is the highest glory, which means that the loyalty and courage in the army are called trapped.

In the miscellaneous records, the earliest trap general wore a mourning white robe, which was after Bai Qi, because he was the commander of the forbidden army and did not leave his name, and was called Bai Xiao in ancient times. After that, none of the generals of the trap army wore white robes, and the trap generals were white, and later people only called themselves army commanders.

Trapped in the camp.

Dong Zhuo sat in the carriage with some contempt in his eyes, he knew that Lu Bu had a trapped-in army under him. It is true that he didn't think of being arranged here, but what can such a few people do, is it really possible to break through a thousand people with hundreds of people?

No one has ever seen the trap in the pre-Qin period, but all that remains of the trap after that is a name and a sentence of ambition to trap is just a name.

"Fengxian, why are you pulling out your sword like this?" Dong Zhuo's face was gloomy, and he sneered and called out to Lu Bu, who was not far in front of the car.

Fang Tian's halberd slashed towards a Xiliang soldier, and the iron armor worn on him had no effect, and was split alive.

Blood splattered and landed on the armor of the person holding the halberd, Lu Bu casually shook off the person hanging on the halberd and looked at Dong Zhuo.

Standing in the midst of the chaos, his eyes sank, and he said word by word: "Ordered to beg for thieves!" ”

The main hall was only a few hundred paces ahead, and the two armies collided, but they rushed together in just a few breaths.

The faces of the ministers were pale, and many of them had no idea that such a thing would happen today, and they only felt that their lives were at stake.

There are only so many people in the garrison, and when Dong Zhuo kills Lu Bu, even the Son of Heaven will be in danger, let alone them.

But what happened after that was completely different from what they thought.

In the camp less than eleven before the death of Xiliangshi, he rushed into the chaotic formation with his sword and barely stopped for a moment.

The Xiliang army did not hesitate to attack, and what happened was beyond their common sense.

The black-armored soldier didn't dodge at all, and let the long sword of the Xiliang Army slash at him. The long sword on the thick black armor could only cut in half, and it was stuck inside. Before they could even react, the sword light that flashed in front of them had already fallen.

Fighting with his life, as soon as he touched the blood, it seemed that at the same time, countless blood flew up. Splash on the face of the ferocious beast.

Under the beast's face, the black and white pupils lifted, and the steps under his feet only advanced and did not retreat. The blood-stained blade was still reflecting the cold light, and the armor crackled. The blood qi spread out in the formation in an instant, with a little fishy smell.

It's not just a military horn, but in this trapped body, it seems that there is really a determination to die or live.

Hundreds of years ago, a person's decision to be in battle reappeared in front of the world in their body.

As soon as it was a contact, the superior Xiliang army stopped, took half a step back, and the several rows of people in front of the upper hall were all cut down to the ground.

The corpses that fell to the ground were silent, and blood flowed out and stained the steps in front of the temple, dripping from the stone slabs, dripping drop by drop.

Dong Zhuo sat on the frame with his eyes open, his hands holding the wheels, probably too hard to make a squeaky sound.

Lu Bu looked left and right behind him, and finally looked at Dong Zhuo again, opening Fang Tianhald sideways. The generals on the red horses stared.

"Trapped!" The reins trembled tightly, and the red horse neighed, raising his front hooves: "Take the order to beg the thief!" ”

"Command!"

The answer under the beast's face was dull, like a muffled drum beating on the chest of the Xiliang army, and the same footsteps were stepped out, I don't know how many times it was tempered, so that there was almost no flaw in this military formation.

Among the ministers, suddenly a man with a flushed face drew his sword from his waist and stepped towards the chaos.

"What are you going to do!"

The colleague who had a good relationship with him on weekdays hurriedly grabbed him with one hand, and at this time, he would not die if he went to this troubled water.

The minister who drew his sword was silent for a moment, shook off his colleague's hand, and stared at the chariot driver in a deep voice.

"Ordered to kill the national thief!"

After speaking, he didn't stop and raised his sword to kill into the crowd.

The minister who was thrown away was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look behind him, some of the ministers did not dare to make a sound, and some of them lay on the ground and hugged their heads and begged for mercy.

He suddenly smiled distractedly: "I can't believe it, I am actually a minister in the same court as you." ”

The others did not understand what he meant, and the minister turned around, drew his sword, and called out to the man who was rushing towards him.

"Brother, wait a minute, the foolish brother is here!" The footsteps are windy.

With a passion for his husband, he is based on the temple and rules the world for his ministers, and he also uses his enthusiasm to carry a knife and serve the country loyally. Without these, what difference would it make to walk with the dead?