Chapter Seventy-Five: The Death of Lejin
The state army swept in like a flood, and the bright steel knife raised its hand, and the steel knife that sharpened iron like clay passed through the crowd, bringing out patches of blood mist and flying heads.
The gate was lost, Gao Shun led the trapped camp to jump up, and chopped the antlers outside the gate, and in an instant, the antlers fell in pieces, and when the coalition forces wanted to regain control of the gate, the antlers had been cut off in half.
Immediately, the fire ignited, and the red flames soared into the air like a long dragon, and the fire snake danced wildly, burning until the gate of the camp, instantly devouring the coalition soldiers who were ready to rush to the aid of Yuanmen.
The fire burned the sky of the Tiger Prison Pass, and when Hu Zhen saw that the coalition army was lost, he immediately raised his sword and pointed at it, and 100,000 iron armor torrents entered the chaotic coalition camp with the momentum of thunder.
The first line of defense of the coalition army collapsed into a drifting black smoke in the twilight, and LΓΌ Bu led the Bingzhou army to break through the formation and rush forward, all the way to the eastern siege of Cao Cao's garrison.
With the passage of time, almost the entire Xiliang Army was dispatched, and the follow-up troops continued to sweep from the Tiger Prison Pass, one after another, life and death abandoned.
I thought that the grassy wilderness, under the trampling of hundreds of thousands of people, was already bare loess and billowing smoke.
The neighing of horses, the shouts of soldiers on both sides, the screams of the wounded, the sharp clash of metal weapons, all these sounds were carried in the billowing yellow smoke.
This is the stalemate phase of the battle, and the stalemate phase of this battle is extraordinarily long.
The night is vast, the stars are sparse and the moon is clear, hanging in the boundless wilderness, the wind howls, and the smell of corpses and burnt plants and trees is everywhere.
Lu Bu was hunting in a cloak, standing proudly, surrounded by spears and slanted guns, corpses all over the field, and there were still sparks faintly jumping in the distance, he pointed to Cao Cao's camp and ordered loudly: "Gao Shuda, lead the camp to press up." β
If you can't kill Liu Bei, then kill Cao Cao first.
Gao Shun took the lead in urging the front, leading the trapped camp to Cao Cao's camp, the Cao army defending the camp was stunned, and immediately waved his sword to meet him, and the two armies met in front of the camp gate.
Suddenly, a sword light and sword shadow flashed between the heavens and the earth, accompanied by bursts of screams, and blood gushed like a tide.
Rivals who want to kill their opponents have become sword-wielding killing machines, so that there are few shouts, only low roars and choked growls.
"The gate of the village has been broken, kill!" Gao Shun raised his blood-dripping scimitar.
The state army and the supporting Xiliang army poured in like a flood beast, and the Cao army desperately resisted, and the two sides started a melee, mercilessly hacking and stabbing the opponent to death.
After rushing into Cao's camp, they were slashed and killed on all sides by trapping the camp with short blades, these Cao soldiers and soldiers were all newly recruited homeless people and family members, and their combat effectiveness was extremely low.
In addition, the trapping camp was surrounded layer by layer, divided and killed, and the Cao army was defeated, and the giant wheel charge had already chopped the Cao camp to pieces.
Lu Bu led the cavalry to rush into the Cao camp, rampage through the chaotic army, and turned the entire Cao camp upside down.
His anger surged in an instant, and he seemed to hear a sudden throbbing sound in his veins, and every pore was bouncing out of a bloodthirsty frenzy.
The hustle and bustle of the battlefield became the voice of another world at this moment, and all the sights and all the cries were collapsing outward.
There was only one person in his eyes, and that was Cao Cao, the one who dared to cut off his head.
Chitu seemed to feel Lu Bu's killing intent, and immediately raised his four hooves and swept away with Lu Bu.
Cao Cao looked back, and a red shadow smashed into the layers of defense of the Chinese army like a whirlwind, heading straight for the core where he was.
Le Jin hurriedly pushed Cao Cao: "Lord, go quickly." β
With a wave of his spear and the rapidly approaching flames, Cao Cao shouted at Le Jin's back, "Wen Qian be careful. β
There was a loud bang, and as soon as Cao Cao's words fell, Le Jin crashed into the flames.
"With me here, don't think about hurting Cao Gong in the slightest!" Le Jin went straight up with his gun and shot three times at Lu Bu's throat, each shot was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, the white rainbow ran through the sun, and the gun was deadly.
"You're looking for death!" Lu Bu raised his eyebrows, and the halberd smashed towards Le Jin.
Lu Bu didn't give Le Jin a chance, and when Le Jin's spear swept past his throat, the halberd had already slashed across his arm.
The muffled sound of a blunt instrument cutting into the flesh made people palpitate, and Le Jin's arm fell in response, he turned his head to look at Cao Cao, and there was a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth: "The last general Le Jin, I am willing to go to the soup for Cao Gong." β
Born in troubled times, either bury your head in the mountains and springs and be unheard, or ride horses vigorously on the field, even if you die, you must end your life in splendor.
Lu Bu looked at Le Jin, who had a broken arm, and embraced his will to die, without the slightest pity, because only death in battle was his best destination.
He waved the halberd again, the cold light flashed, a head rose to the sky, and a terrifying pillar of blood emerged from the headless corpse, and Le Jin died, died so tragically, the day was desolate.
Cao Cao shuddered as he watched Le Jin's head roll to the ground, he clung to his robe, and the cold invaded his internal organs like a ghost, freezing his soul into ice.
He stumbled to the ground in prostration, willfully flanked the guards who were supporting him, hugged his knees and whimpered.
"Lord, go quickly!" Xiahoudun and Xiahouyuan, who came in a hurry, saw that Le Jin was killed in battle, and hurriedly dragged Cao Cao, who was the walking corpse, to retreat.
Gao Shun was about to lead the camp to pursue, but Lu Bu raised his halberd: "There is no need to chase." β
Lejin, this is a familiar name, when he was in Puyang, he and Lejin, Xiahoudun, Xiahouyuan, Xu Chu, Dian Wei, and Li Dian fought in the wild, and they were inseparable.
Now that Lejin is in battle and killed in the tiger prison, instead of being happy, he is always wrapped in the heaviness of depression, which makes him breathless.
Maybe he shouldn't be killed, the troubled times that belong to him have just arrived, and he hasn't bloomed his own splendor yet.
Lu Bu looked up at the sky, and the vultures were crying all over the sky, competing to fall, or pecking at the eyeballs, or pulling the intestines, flapping their wings and running on each other, grabbing each other.
When someone approached, he immediately flew away, but after hovering for a while, he swooped down again, and the cycle was repeated, and he couldn't drive it away.
He bent down and grabbed a handful of soil, most of the wet mud was dark red blood, and his heart was sad and depressed.
They stepped on the sand of the hot sand, waded through the Yellow River, climbed over the unattainable mountains and mountains, and killed countless fierce enemies, but in the end they were still buried in the green grass, and the blood stained the yellow sand, becoming the belly of the eagle vulture.
Over the years, he has traveled thousands of miles, fought in the south and in the north, and has never had a moment of fear of retreat.
But at this moment, the wind was howling, the halberd was groaning, and the blood and sand were flying from between his fingers, and suddenly, he felt tired and desolate like he had never felt before.
Cheng Lian and Wei Yue drove their horses to Lu Bu, looked at Lu Bu who was in a panic, and called, "Wen Hou? β
Lu Bu came back to his senses, he looked at Cao Cao's broken military flag, and said lightly: "Withdraw the army!" β