Iron hooves smashed through the crowd, the field of vision pulled up to the sky, the huge crowd of people was not already in the front of the battle, the huge swing in front of the Jizhou army formation, with the momentum of the mourning soldiers Youyan foot soldiers directly broke through a defense point, tens of thousands of people pushed inside like a tide, the corpses and blood spread out, the Jizhou front on the left and right wings began to outflank and encircle after reacting, but the amazing toughness and barbarism of the other party put out, devastating the second array of the Chinese army, and forcibly chiseled through several large arrays.

"Ignore them—"

Wen Chou smashed the disorderly mace with one shot, and Li Ke fell off the horse unsteadily, and immediately, when he yelled at the rear team in a bad situation, the figure that staggered off the horse quietly pounced again, and the stick hit the horse's kneecap, and the shouting figure fell off guard, and the stunned young man who was savage and fierce directly abandoned the weapon, hugged the other party to death, turned his head and shouted: "Leader, give him a sword!" ”

Suddenly being hugged from behind, Wen Chou's vision, Gongsun Zhi, who was riding a black war horse over there, rushed towards this side, and suddenly struggled anxiously and violently, Li Ke also opened his mouth and bit the other party's shoulder, struggling, Wen Chou hit backwards, and the iron helmet smashed on the bridge of the opponent's nose without reservation, and the moment the tight arm was released, the opposite sword blade was cut down.

Poof-

The blade of the sword slashed across the cloth under the shoulder armor, blood splashed out, Wen Chou rolled on the ground a few times and got up, hugged his injured left arm and scolded: "Crazy man ......" picked up the big gun and saw dozens of black mountain horsemen riding towards this side to escort him, and retreated into the chaotic crowd in a panic.

Li Ke's heels were unsteady, he staggered for a moment, squatted on the ground and covered his nose and screamed: "Leader...... I have a broken nose...... It hurts me to death. ”

"Big fart...... hurt" Gongsun Zhi glanced at him, frowned and raised his gaze, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves on the side of the Jizhou army in the distance had already killed the crowd, and the white-robed figure sprinted over the corpse, picking, smashing, stabbing, and beating...... The gentian danced wildly, and the soldiers who pounced on the side and front were beaten and flew out like monkeys.

"Yuan Shao, I want your head-"

Gentian slashed, amazing force flew into the sky with a corpse, the white war horse crashed through the crowd, Zhao Yun took a thousand horsemen to chop waves and kill through the small array of hundreds of people in front of him, and several figures who were rushing towards the Chinese army with red eyes roared, and another shot poked the head of the rushing soldier, pulled out, red and white overflowing.

Gongsun Zhi broke out the morale of the whole army, and in the case of unreserved charge, there was no order and discipline at all, even if it was fierce and unstoppable, when there would be a mistake after all, it would only be slowly pushed into the encirclement by his own side, and the whole army would be annihilated.

Yuan Shao was looking forward to this moment in his heart.

However, he led Guo Tu and a few others to see the spear blade knock people away, poke their heads open, and kill this side, just now the thought in their hearts was slightly shaken, and they urged the horse forward and shouted: "Stop him!" In the midst of the loud shouting, the figure galloped towards the big bow of the Chinese army.

"The last general, He Mao, is willing to sacrifice the enemy's head to the lord!"

Nearby, rushed out of a horse and shouted, leading hundreds of people to intercept the front, raising the gun "Ah! The roar of the enemy general in the white robe and silver armor on the opposite side was a shot, colliding with the opponent's weapon, intertwined and entangled, the next second, the two horses were wrong, the gentian grazed the barrel of the opponent's gun, and then smashed into the iron helmet, the blood light rushed out from the mouth and nose, and the corpse staggered and fell off the horse.

For the control of the battlefield, the current Zhao Yun's experience is not enough, naturally he will not lead Youyan to fight, witnessing the death of the lord, the only one who can take revenge is the martial arts that can be mastered, and he fought with Lu Bu once earlier, making his martial arts much more exquisite......

The blood was poured on the body, and there was no sticky touch, and there were more and more soldiers and horses in Jizhou in front of him, and the sword light and the sea of guns were surrounded, and the blood of others flowed down the forehead and the corners of the eyes. Fingers wiped away, trembling slightly with excitement, smelling blood, irritating pores, becoming sensitive to death and danger.

Yuan Mo, whose name was Wang Mo, was killed out of the crowd, and the prancing horse stepped forward with a horizontal knife, and the horse's hooves rolled over, and he shouted and waved his knife to chop down. On the other side, he raised his hand, pressed the blade on the barrel of the gun, gritted his teeth, and struggled to press down his arms: "Wang Mou does not leave no unknown people under the knife——"

In the chaos of the battlefield, men and horses circled and intertwined, and some people drew their bows and aimed at the enemy generals who were raising their guns to block, and with a whoosh, arrows flew through the gaps between the shoulders of several people......

The pores shrank suddenly, the danger intuition climbed up the back, Zhao Yun pushed forward violently, and the general called Wang Mo retreated, the gentian swept to the side, and interrupted the flying arrows, "Rats-" The voice suddenly shouted, drew the sword and threw it over, behind the running figures, there was a scream at the same time, a backhand shot poked into the throat of Wang Mo, who was raising the knife, and threw it out, and the mount did not stop, and the black mountain iron hoof behind him continued to advance and expand with him as an arrow.

Everywhere he went, blood splattered, and the white robe was spotless.

Coming to the Chinese army, Yuan Shao saw the white, frightened, and even could see the minced meat on the tip of the opponent's gun, seeing that the Chinese army was about to arrive, he didn't dare to lower the speed of the horse, for fear that he would be stabbed to death by the other party from behind when he slowed down, and several strategists around him were not good at riding, but at the moment they panicked and scattered left and right, but the enemy cavalry who rushed did not pay attention to them, but pursued the panicked figure in front of them.

"The man in the red cloak is Yuan Shao, kill! Don't stop—"

There was a loud shout from the rear, and the figure who was clenching the reins turned his head to look, his red cloak was fluttering in the run, and in the next second, Yuan Shao hurriedly uncovered the scarf rope on the collar armor, abandoned the cloak in the wind, and floated to the rear.

The fluttering cloak was sprinkled, and the gentian swept it aside with a shot, and when countless horses' hooves roared and trampled on it, he shouted again: "The one wearing a golden helmet and a long beard and thick hair in front of him is Yuan Shao——"

Yuan Shao gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, threw away the helmet in a panic, took out the Sizhao sword and cut off the long beard, the broken beard floated behind with the wind, and the familiar voice came again: "The person with short hair and short beard is Yuan Shao, don't let him run!! ”

"Your mother's ......" Yuan Shao, who was lying on horseback, scolded secretly.

However, at this time, several generals of the Chinese army, Zhang Nan, Meng Dai, Jiang Yiqu, Guo Yuan, and Han Qiongju, all arrived and led the soldiers to intercept them, which was regarded as saving Yuan Shao in the crisis, and the five of them immediately fought with Zhao Yun.

At this time, on the frontal battlefield, Dian Wei led more than 10,000 Youyan foot soldiers to drive the previous thousands of Jizhou soldiers to kill into the front of the main formation on a large scale, he was covered in blood and ran wildly with a double halberd, while constantly killing people, while staring at his eyes fiercely: "Yuan Shao has run, you are defeated!" You're defeated! An enemy general rushed up, and before he could even report his name, his head was cut off by an iron halberd, and his body was still spurting blood, and he ran a few steps before falling to the ground.

When the oncoming Jizhou infantry and generals saw him, they didn't dare to step forward, and some of the people in the rear didn't know the situation, so they couldn't help but rush forward and raise their weapons to slash at the other party, and then, the corpse fell at the feet of the runner.

In this moment, Dian Wei's body was bloody and hideous, and under the pressure brought by the huge figure, it was like a blood-stained demon that made people afraid, he stared at the hesitating Jizhou soldiers in front of him, and suddenly exerted force, and shouted: "Come on!" Slash here—"

Subsequently, on the battlefield, he heard "The one with the red cloak is Yuan Shao......" and "The one with the short beard is Yuan Shao!" Such uplifting or demoralizing words come over here.

The Jizhou army, which had already paid a heavy price suddenly, turned around and took the first step a moment later...... The crowd began to retreat, and Dian Wei laughed: "They are timid! Come on! Rush forward—"

The front of the army spread, and more Youyan infantry rushed towards the retreating Jizhou army.

...........

The Jizhou soldiers collapsed like an embankment.