Since the main general is not afraid of life and death, the 40,000 Yellow Turban thieves behind him have been aroused by blood, and they are poorly equipped and crash into the Han army's military formation without fear. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The bloody battle began, the prelude to the slaughter began, and the sound of brutal fighting resounded in the sky. In the crowd, the Han cavalry rushed back and forth, and the snow bright ring head knife cut through the opponent's body without sympathy.

Blood splattered in all directions, and one stump after another flew into the air. How could Zhao Hong's Yellow Turban Army's combat strength be compared with Sun Jian's elite troops, in less than half an hour, the number of Yellow Turban Thieves and Kou caused by the chaotic formation of the Yellow Turban Bandits plummeted, and the neat battle formation of the officers and soldiers ensured that there were few casualties.

"Sons, kill me!! Avenge the people of the city!! ”

Sun Jian's martial arts are strong, and the title of Jiangdong Tiger is by no means in vain, martial arts can be said to be second to none under Zhu Jun's account, every time he swings a knife, someone will die tragically under the horse. Blood stained Sun Jian's armor red, and as a fierce general on the battlefield, the blood-filled robe brought him only excitement.

There is no shortage of outlaws in the Yellow Turban Army, no, Sun Jian just killed one person, and three more people came straight at Sun Jian. A yellow turban thief raised his knife and rushed towards Sun Jian, but Sun Jian was fearless, roared, and with a swing of the knife, he instantly cut off the opponent's head, and the blood surged and splashed on his face, which aroused his ferocity even more. The remaining two Yellow Turban thieves were stunned by Sun Jian's terrifying expression, and stood on the spot at a loss. The slightest distraction on the battlefield can cost you your life, and these two Yellow Turban Thieves are a good example.

"Hmph, look for death!" Sun Jian shouted angrily after killing the two.

Looking not far away, seeing five galloping Yellow Turban cavalry, Sun Jian inserted his knife back into the sheath, bent down to take the bow, with the arrow in his hand, his eyes locked on the rushing Yellow Turban cavalry, and suddenly opened the bow. The arrow left the string, and with a "whoosh" sound, one of the five Yellow Turban cavalrymen who was galloping was hit by an arrow and fell from his horse. One arrow succeeded, Sun Jian took two more arrows to string, the two arrows had already broken through the air, only to see two more Yellow Turban cavalry in the distance were pierced by arrows through the throat, and the two barely had time to make a sound and fell off their horses and died. After the three arrows were fired, the remaining two Yellow Turban cavalry were already close, and the bow and arrow were useless at the moment, so Sun Jian abandoned the bow and pulled out the ancient ingot knife in his hand. The two yellow turban knights slashed at each other, Sun Jian's face was fearless, and the horizontal knife urged the horse to rush forward, like a dazzling red light.

"Death to the thief." The two riders approached, close at hand, and the ancient ingot knife in Sun Jian's hand suddenly swung out. The cold light flashed, and the two Yellow Turban knights were instantly beheaded by Sun Jian under the horse, and they couldn't die anymore.

In the Yellow Turban Army, Zhao Hong saw that Sun Jian was extremely fierce, so he pointed at Sun Jian and said: "Brothers, there is a reward for killing which officer and general!" ”

As the words "heavy reward" crashed into Sun Jian's eardrums, he looked for the sound, and several yellow turban foot soldiers came to kill with knives, all of them twisted like wolves, and their eyes revealed endless greed. Obviously, they are not afraid of Sun Jian, but take this guy as a credit, and they must avenge the dead brother.

Sun Jian looked at the thieves who were rushing forward with his eyes like torches, the corners of his mouth raised a fierce hideousness, and the ancient ingot knife in his hand swept into the air, and the horse rushed forward to kill. When Sun Jian was still more than ten steps away from the enemy, he roared and soared into the air, and in the blink of an eye, the ancient ingot knife slashed obliquely, and the oncoming thief was suddenly cut to the ground, and his legs twitched unresponsively. Without retracting the knife, Sun Jian swung another knife with his backhand, and a yellow turban foot soldier on the right who was about to shoot was also killed. When the remaining two saw this scene, their whole bodies shrank, their courage collapsed, and they abandoned Sun Jian and turned around and wanted to escape. Sun Jian didn't chase after him, but picked up his bow and arrows again, and shot two arrows at the famous Yellow Turban infantry. Not far away, the fleeing Yellow Turban pawn fell to the ground with an arrow.

"The general is mighty, the general is mighty." The Han sergeant, who saw Sun Jian kill several people, shouted loudly.

Suddenly there was a shout from the crowd in the melee, and the morale of the Han army was greatly boosted, and the Yellow Turban thieves who had been killed were defeated and retreated. Sun Jian's fierceness also aroused the bloodiness of his four generals, and one after another Yellow Turban thieves were beaten by him with either broken bones and cracked skin, or broken heads and broken necks, in short, none of them could escape.

Suddenly, a piercing sound of breaking the air hit Sun Jian's ears, and a worn-out knife slashed from the left side without warning, and the ancient ingot knife in Sun Jian's hand was handed out like lightning towards the source of the sound.

"Bell~" A powerful counter-shock force shook Sun Jian's arms slightly.

"Well, that's good. Finally, there is someone to fight. Sun Jian was a little surprised, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, this opponent is considered to have some martial arts.

Turning the horse's head and looking back, he saw a man with a hideous face, a leather armor on his body, and a ring-headed knife in his hand. This is none other than Zhao Hong, the leader of the thieves.

"The thief Zhao Hong, I was about to look for you, but I didn't expect you to kill yourself." Sun Jian stared at Zhao Hong and shouted, and then drove his horse to Zhao Hong.

"The thief will die" Sun Jian shouted, and the ancient ingot knife in his hand was still swinging.

"Qiang~" Zhao Hong stubbornly blocked the knife.

"Sun Jian'er, he is not ashamed to speak. If you want Lao Tzu to die, Lao Tzu wants to see how much ability you have? ~~ Kill" Zhao Hong also roared angrily.

"Hmph, the rebels and thieves have two hits, come again"

In an instant, the two horses separated, and in this round, the two were still dead.

Now Sun Jian is angry, he has been killing the enemy with one knife for so long, but this time he faced Zhao Hong and failed to kill him in two rounds. Sun Jian has gone berserk at this moment, burn the small universe, it's not right, it's raging anger. At that moment, there was another loud shout, his legs kicked the horse's belly violently, and the ancient ingot knife in his hand drew a strange arc in the air, slashing at Zhao Hong again.

Zhao Hong sneered, and swung out the ring head knife in his hand, with a loud "bell", Zhao Hong only citrus to his chest Qi and blood surged, a huge force swept all over the body, the arm holding the knife was unconscious, and the ring head knife came out of his hand.

"Ah" Zhao Hong screamed, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, his whole face was as white as paper, the power of Sun Jian's blow shocked him incomparably, this was not something he could resist at all, it was just a fluke that he fought two rounds just now.

Sun Jian, who turned the horse's head, looked at the effect of the blow just now triumphantly, and shouted: "The thief gives the head!" ”

Zhao Hong knew that he knew that his skills were not as good as others, where would he dare to fight again, and he would not run to the pile of people with the head of the horse, because he knew that only there was a chance to escape.

"Zhao Hongxiu go!"

Sun Jian wanted to set Zhao Hong's head, how could he let him escape, shouted violently, and urged the horse to chase after him.

When Sun Jian was chasing Zhao Hong, a yellow turban junior stabbed straight at the spear, Sun Jian blocked the spear with a knife, and slashed it down, and the young general was in a different place.

"Hmph, I can't do it." After snorting coldly, he chased Zhao Hong away.

Sun Jian's eyes swept around, and finally, he found Zhao Hong's figure in the crowd. While hitting the horse forward, his eyes were fixed on Zhao Hong.

At this moment, Zhao Hong still lost his judgment, skewered like a headless fly, and ran for a while to look back when he felt safe, and this was his last look in this world. He saw Sun Jian's ancient ingot knife swinging in his eyes, and then he felt that the world was spinning, and he also found a headless corpse sitting on a horse, looking very familiar, was that his own body? .........