In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun's men rushed to the front, Zhao Yun was in front, Tai Shici was behind, the two sides were successfully surrounded, and the soldiers shouted loudly, and the movement shook the sky, "Kill, rush." ”

Although Lejin brought elites, he was surrounded by people, and his morale was a little low, and many people's faces changed.

The flags cover the sun, the gongs and drums are noisy, and more than 10,000 yellow turbans are majestic and the earth trembles.

The cavalry was in front, the infantry was in the rear, the archers were guarding the left and right, and the drummers stood and cheered, forming an indestructible formation, and quickly advancing against Cao's soldiers.

Le Jin finally got out of the battle, and hurriedly ordered, "Break through with me." ”

As for the food, he couldn't take care of it anymore, so he rushed out first.

Zhao Yun didn't give him this opportunity, waved his hand, waved the flag, and decisively launched a charge.

The soldiers were like wolves and tigers, bravely moving forward, Zhao Yun took the lead, the spear danced, and the blockers were invincible.

Although he changed his mount and abandoned the gentian gun that he had never left his body, Zhao Yun's skills still did not decrease in the slightest.

Everywhere the gun shadowed, Cao Bing fell to the ground one after another, and Zhao Yun urged the horse to rush and kill, as if entering a no-man's land.

Zhao Yun's offensive is fierce, and Cao Bing is not a fuel-efficient lamp, don't look at the small number of people, the situation is also passive, but they are all battlefield elites, and they will never easily collapse.

Le Jin took the lead in breaking through, and the soldiers of the Cao army were also ruthless, one of the soldiers on both sides desperately broke through, and the other struggled to encircle and kill, and the needle touched the wheat mang, and the scene was quite intense.

The generals, captains, commanders, captains, and most ordinary soldiers on both sides, each of them were desperate, hoping to have a little impact on the battle situation with their wisdom and bravery, as long as these influences could be gathered into more, they could gradually be transformed into the final victory.

Tai Shici's soldiers and horses were unstoppable, the soldiers raised their knives, and those with guns held guns, densely surrounded the enemy layer by layer, the knives and guns flickered, the fight was fierce, and the blood splashed everywhere, like a blood rain, the severed arms, the severed heavenly spirits covered the sky and flew wildly, and the blood shrouded the pieces of tragic wails before death.

Cao Jun could not organize an effective formation, fell into a white-knuckle battle, and was cut layer by layer, but they were still fighting tenaciously and fiercely, many of them were lonely heroes, although they knew that they were invincible, but they fought to the death, some fell to the ground and threw their spears at their opponents before dying, some had no heads, and the corpses still held on to the neck of the war horses, and some lost their horses and pounced on the Yellow Turban ...... with their bare hands.

It was as if the pot was boiling on the battlefield, the trumpets were blaring, the war drums were all over, the shouts of killing, the sound of weapons, the shouting of trumpets, and the neighing of horses were mixed together to deafen everyone's ears.

The bow and crossbow and shield have long been useless at this time, and the people on the battlefield are all killed like Xu Hulu, and even the color of the clothes that rushed to the front is not clear to see, and the cavalry of the Cao army was in chaos, carrying their respective warriors into the enemy formation, and after a battle, they were stabbed to the ground by the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds fought each other, clinking incessantly, and sometimes sparks burst out under heavy blows, the severed heads were trampled and kicked and rolled around, the slashed arms and heavenly spirit covers flew all over the sky and sprinkled patches of blood rain, the pierced chests and throats spewed arrow-like blood fountains, and the generals of the various departments still roared forward with hoarse voices, and the soldiers waved their blades and struggled in the pool of blood.

Capture the thief and capture the king, Zhao Yun urged the horse to rush straight to Le Jin, and overturned a lot of Cao soldiers along the way, and was finally killed by Zhao Yun to Le Jin's approach, Le Jin couldn't distinguish his original appearance, covered in blood, as if he had just come out of the blood pool, no matter who it was, as long as he was in front of him, the big knife immediately slashed over, and when he saw Zhao Yun, he was no exception, and he raised his knife to split, without mercy.

Zhao Yun crossed the gun in front of his chest, blocking Le Jin's attack, Le Jin's knife was blocked, without the slightest hesitation, he raised his knife again and slashed, the knife was light, like thunder, Zhao Yun did not show weakness, sometimes pressed the gun and swept, sometimes stabbed out, the gun was like lightning, the wind swept the clouds, and the gun was like an angry dragon turning over the river.

Instantaneously like a rainstorm, the silver mangs paved the ground, left and right stabs, the shadow of the gun continued, a spear in the hand, continuous, like ten thousand horses galloping, a thousand miles of momentum.

The blades of the two slammed together from time to time, bursting out with brilliant sparks, Zhao Yun became more and more brave the more he fought, and although Le Jin struggled, he did not flinch, and his fighting spirit soared, completely killing his eyes.

It is worthy of being a desperate Saburo, a knife on the left, a knife on the right, the knife is ruthless, the moves are ruthless, the blade is over, the wind is sharp, and it is fierce.

Zhao Yun secretly admired in his heart, but reason told him that he had to fight quickly, and the longer it dragged on, the greater his casualties would be.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun's marksmanship accelerated again, the gun style became more violent, and the Seven Probe Snake Coiled Gun was like a raging wind and waves, and it was instantly shrouded in it, this set of marksmanship was just realized by Zhao Yun recently, soft and rigid, sharp and ruthless, and shy! With a loud bang, the knife in Le Jin's hand was knocked out, and with the strong force of the shock, the cold light of the gun head flashed, piercing Le Jin's front heart.

Le Jin was in a hurry, and instinctively turned over and jumped off the horse.

As soon as he landed, Le Jin quickly lowered his body, like a tiger with momentum, only a master who often faces the enemy will behave like this.

You must not lie on the ground obediently, if you do, the door will be wide open, and you must die.

But he couldn't stand up straight right away, that would not be conducive to guarding against the enemy, so he bowed his body, his legs were slightly zoned, his body leaned forward slightly, and his head poked forward like a poisonous snake.

Zhao Yun urged the horse forward, Le Jin quickly flashed to the side, he thought that as long as he hid aside, Zhao Yun would not be able to hurt him on horseback, but he didn't wait to stand firmly, only to feel that there was a black shadow above his head, and he suddenly raised his head, only to find that Zhao Yun had jumped up, the man and the gun were one, and the cold gun head went straight to Le Jin to stab.

Le Jin wanted to dodge again, but it was too late, and with a pop, the head of the blood-dripping spear passed through his chest, piercing Le Jin in a pair.

Le Jin staggered a few steps, and turned his head in disbelief, he really didn't want to believe that there was such a powerful spear master among the Yellow Turban Thieves.

The Lord will be killed, and the morale of the Cao army, who is trying to break through, suddenly plummets.

"Those who surrender will not be killed, and those who resist will be killed."

Zhao Yun held his spear high, like a god descending from heaven, and once again killed the enemy.

Cao Bing's fighting spirit gradually collapsed, seeing that he couldn't break through, I don't know who took the lead in throwing the blade on the ground, and the others also surrendered one after another, this fierce battle lasted from noon until dark, and finally won a big victory, cleaned the battlefield, and even Lejin's corpse Zhao Yun ordered someone to take it back.

As for those grains and grasses, they will naturally not be left to Cao Cao.