The big knife and the spear fought a few times in the air, and the two of them reluctantly separated their bodies with the pull of the horses under their hips.

Lu Zhi, the general of Beizhong Lang of the Han Dynasty, has five out of forty this year. Those who are familiar with the history of the Three Kingdoms should know that Lu Zhinai was one of the "three divine generals" in the late Han Dynasty, and his disciples and protégés are also all over the country.

Therefore, Lu Zhi's equipment is a few grades higher than that of Nama Yuanyi.

The two staggered past, Ma Yuanyi's lame mount had not yet been able to stand up, and Lu Zhi had already turned the horse's head and ran again. The cold glow of the spear shimmered in the sunlight.

The situation was extremely critical, Ma Yuanyi tugged on the reins, and the lame horse turned his head. Before the ring-mouth knife in his other hand was raised, Lu Zhi's spear was already on the blade.

Then Lu Zhi swung the body of the gun, and the tail of the gun hit Ma Yuanyi's ribs hard.

Ma Yuanyi was in pain, and the lame horse was terrified, and he threw Ma Yuanyi to the ground with his front legs. This is the soldier surrounding Ma Yuanyi who is about to take the knife to stand the person, but he doesn't want Ma Yuanyi to roll on the spot, so he throws the knife in his hand.

Ma Yuanyi knew that he was in a catastrophe, so he had no choice but to abandon his weapon and want to die with Lu Zhi and burn the jade.

This ring-mouth knife ran towards Lu Zhi's face door in an arc very quickly, and the spear strength in Lu Zhi's hand was already old, and it was too late to defend again. In desperation, Lu Zhi grabbed the reins and stood up straight with the war horse under his crotch.

The ring mouth knife broke through the air, but it pierced into the abdomen of this beast, and the blood rained down on Ma Yuanyi's head and face. Then the beast hissed and fell to the ground.

Lu Zhi stood on the ground gracefully before the beast fell to the ground, and two steps forward, the spear was pressed against the throat of Ma Yuanyi, who was sitting on the ground.

"Hold it down." Lu Zhi looked at Ma Yuanyi condescendingly, and then said a word to the soldiers around him.

Ma Yuanyi knew that it was futile to resist, so he simply didn't speak and was pressed down by the three soldiers. Lu Zhi was quite well prepared for this visit, and a prisoner cart and a rope chain were prepared for Ma Yuanyi's return to Luoyang.

Ma Yuanyi was chained by this soldier and pressed into the prisoner car.

Lu Zhi changed into a new war horse outside the prisoner car, and Lu Zhi, who was riding a war horse, raised a spear and pointed at the adjutant beside him and said: "These thieves are innocent, but they can't harm the people of the mountains here." But if the seriously injured make up for it, the dead find a place to burn and bury it. How many casualties did our sergeants have? ”

There were not many people on either side of the battle. Ma Yuanyi's front army and rear army had already scattered as soon as they saw that the Chinese army had been attacked, and the casualties in this seemingly one- or two-thousand-person team were only one or two hundred.

The Han army only invested two hundred-man teams, but they were still counting at this time.

"General, the death toll on our side is still being counted." The lieutenant whispered. Lu Zhi frowned, as if he was slightly dissatisfied with the efficiency of this unit.

After a while, a junior colonel rushed over, knelt down on one knee and hugged his fist at Lu Zhi: "General, our army seriously injured 13 people, killed 2 people, and slightly injured 20 people. ”

After listening to this report, Lu Zhi sighed softly, and then said to the adjutant: "The fallen sergeants will be buried in Luoyang later, and the consolation money for their families shall not be deducted." ”

After saying this, Lu Zhi turned his horse's head and walked towards the road where Ma Yuanyi came, and the adjutant explained to the soldiers below, and he also turned around and followed Lu Zhi. At this time, the captains of each team organized the soldiers to line up, carry the corpses, and clean up the battlefield, which was really lonely.

Lu Zhi turned around and left, taking away the 190th soldier by the way, but the remaining ten people kept carrying the corpses of these yellow turbans here. But all those who were seriously injured and still had a bad breath stabbed them in the heart or neck according to Lu Zhi's order, but they died. Lu Zhi also left four carts and a few horses for these people, and after cleaning up the mess, they could be burned and buried after pulling out the mountain.

After about three or four hours of busy work, these ten people finally cleared the battlefield. The dead Yellow Turban Party counted down to exactly one hundred and sixty people, and this cart could carry more than a dozen people in one trip, and it would take three or four trips to transport these corpses out of the mountains.

But these soldiers are tired enough.

These hours are not long or short, but people always have to eat. It was the last trip, and before the sun had set, a few people sat on the spot and nibbled on dry food.

One of these soldiers looked to be in his teens, and he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach when he watched a few veterans eat dry food. Maybe because he had been in the army for too short and had never seen such a cruel war, the little soldier hid in the woods and vomited. In fact, the main reason is because this person looks sven, has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and looks a little handsome when you look closely. Such a person is a person who reads books at first glance.

Handsome people and people who read are always lucky, and this little soldier combines the advantages of both, and his luck naturally can't be better.

The nine veterans had just handed the dry food into their mouths, and there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance. How could those veterans have thought that they would die here because of their carelessness.

The sound of the horses stepping on the ground was getting closer and more urgent, and after a bend, several veterans finally saw the person clearly, and it happened to be three horses.

The veterans looked at the visitor and continued to nibble on dry food.

The three horsemen were getting closer and closer. On the first horse sat a giant man in the shape of a tower, and this giant man did not save horsepower, and struck the horse's ass with a whip.

The horse was also hardworking, and although it was painful, it ran steadily. Seeing the officers and soldiers wearing Han army armor on the road, the three horsemen slowly slowed down.

"Who are you waiting for, and why are you here?" It was not the giant man who spoke, but a seemingly thin man behind him.

The veteran who was gnawing on dry food was confused, and we didn't ask who you were, and you dared to ask me?

A veteran soldier was a little bold and arrogant, threw the dry food in his hand and pointed at the three people and asked, "Who are you?" Why are you here? With that, he pointed the saber at his waist at the three of them.

"I am Jiangling, Xiang Jiyu!" The tower-like giant man roared, like a bell, who was not Xiang Cheng.

But this loud roar did not stop the nine veterans, and the remaining veterans saw that this person was not good, and they also drew their sabers.

"Jiyu, there is a smell of corpses here, I'm afraid you guessed it right." The thin man rode forward, pulled out the spear hanging on the horse's back, and whispered to Xiang Cheng.

This person is not Ma Zhong, who is known as the "famous killer".

On the last horse, there was a young man in brocade clothes, and the copper bells on the clothes shook and "jingled" with the march of the horses, which was Jinfan Ganxingba.

Although the number of people on Xiang Cheng's side was less than one-third of the Han army, this momentum was that Xiang Cheng surrounded these nine people with three people.

Xiang Cheng lowered his head and didn't speak, and these twelve people were so deadlocked.

But this stalemate only lasted for three breaths, and I saw Xiang Cheng pull out the war halberd on the side of the horse and yelled: "Kill!" ”

The three men raised their guns and knives, but in just two breaths, the nine veterans turned into nine corpses.

Xiang Cheng's murderous aura retreated slightly, but there was an exclamation in the forest, but it caused Xiang Cheng to turn his head.

The battle halberd pointed at him from afar, and Xiang Cheng roared: "Who is there!" ”

The handsome little soldier was frightened, and slowly walked out of the woods: "My name is Bai Ren, a sword and pen official of military power." ”