Chapter Twenty-Six: I'd rather die than give in

The yellow turban thieves who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy on both sides witnessed all this, and Li You actually died like this! There was a shock for a moment, and the pupils shrank.

Gao Ye tied Li You's head to the top of the horse, and with a soft shout of "driving", he urged the horse to go straight to the way back. At this moment, he can be regarded as relieved of the hatred in his heart.

"I don't know if Lu Bu and Zhou Cang can hold on." Gao Ambition was tight, and he became worried, even if Lu Bu was a peerless general, I am afraid it would be difficult to resist the 50,000 Yellow Turban Thieves, not to mention Zhou Cang, who was much weaker than Lu Bu.

In a hurry, his feet slapped the horse's belly. The horse was attacked by Takano, howled in pain, and really began to gallop desperately.

Corpses are piled up all over the field.

The battlefield was already a mess, corpses were everywhere, blood soaked the land, forming a disgusting, blood-colored swamp, countless mutilated limbs, broken heads scattered everywhere.

At this moment, many yellow turban thieves are like a circle, crazy like wolves biting in the middle, and the black pressure of a piece of human heads, as far as the eye can see, is like a swarm of dense ants.

"Fuck off". A man with blood all over his face, his hair scattered, his clothes mutilated, his skin and flesh cut open, his bloodshot eyes roared angrily, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out as he spoke.

This person is Zhou Cang, at this moment, he is outnumbered, surrounded by many people, and his companions around him are getting fewer and fewer, until they all fall to the ground, he is the only one who is still struggling to persevere, preferring to die rather than yield, and even Lu Bu is nowhere to be found.

Zhou Cang's pace had already begun to stagger, but the long knife in his hand had been clenched, and he was so dazzled by the serious injury that he couldn't see the enemy clearly at all, so he slashed left and right.

"Let's go up together and take him down together." The Yellow Turban thieves had already seen Zhou Cang's condition, and if it weren't for the support of the will not to admit defeat in his heart, I am afraid that he would have fallen to the ground a long time ago.

"Want to take me? Kill one more at the bottom, kill two more and earn"!

Zhou Cang looked up to the sky and roared, tore off his shirt with one hand, and used his big knife to hold up the swords of all the thieves, screamed violently, and pushed them out with force.

At the same time, the broadsword slashed out with lightning speed, like a sharp light, and nearly ten or so yellow turban thieves all felt a sharp pain in their chests at this moment, blood swished down from the wound, and then the entire body fell into a pool of blood.

The thief who was about to pounce on him with a knife in the back was stunned by this sudden scene, and his heart was shocked. Didn't he fall down just now, and he couldn't even see people clearly, how could he burst out with such terrifying power in an instant!

Zhou Cang's big sword was horizontal, looking at the thieves who stopped in front of him, as if he could see the doubts in their hearts, the blood-stained mouth opened, and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer, and said: "Strength does not come from a strong body, but from the heart"!

That's right, the reason why he was able to support himself hard at the end of the crossbow came from the firm will in his heart to never admit defeat, and the unyielding spirit of preferring to die!

The momentum suddenly shocked the Yellow Turban Thieves, completely shocked, and the surrounding Yellow Turban Thieves couldn't help but take a step back, that kind of breathtaking momentum was terrifying, making all the people who looked at him tremble from the depths of their hearts.

"What are you afraid of, when will he not be able to hold out, are we still afraid of him"?

"Kill, cut him into seven pieces and eight pieces, and avenge his dead brother."

When the Yellow Turban Thief heard this, he was shocked, and looked at his comrades-in-arms who were fighting side by side and were dying lying on the ground, and the fear in his heart disappeared without a trace, and in his place was the resentment that had been extinguished instantly rekindled, and a thick hatred surged from the bottom of his heart. They all have only one thought, and that is, revenge!

All the Yellow Turban Thief's consciousness seemed to be blinded by angry emotions, like a soulless body, in a state of selflessness, like a crazy wolf, raising a big knife towards Zhou Cang and slashing wildly.

In an instant, dozens of dense and sharp swords were wrapped around Zhou Cang's body from all directions.

"Snort"~

A big knife directly slashed at Zhou Cang's shoulder, and blood gushed out like a spring. Another handful of slashes on it one after another, and forcefully overwhelmed Zhou Cang's whole person.

A Yellow Turban general stomped on Zhou Cang's chest fiercely, put a big knife on his neck, and asked in a cold voice: "I respect you as an iron-clad man, and you know the way you look now, our Yellow Turban Army will definitely become the master of the whole world.

If you are willing to serve the Yellow Turban Army, we will accept you regardless of your previous suspicions, and give you a few ranks higher than your official position in the Han Army."

When Zhou Cang heard this, he seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha, let me surrender?" Are you kidding me? No way! Lao Tzu would rather die than give in, if you want to kill, you will kill, if you want to chop, you will chop"!

"Hmph, toast without eating and drinking, okay, since this is the case, it will be fulfilled for you." The Yellow Turban General snorted coldly, raised the big sword in his hand, and swung it towards Zhou Cang's head.

Zhou Cang closed his eyes, and silently thought in his heart, General Gao, if there is an afterlife, I will fight the world with you! Subsequently, the whole person fell into a coma.

The big sword is only about half a meter away from the head, and it is about to be slashed! At the moment of a thousand equal shots, a silver gun was as fast as lightning, lightning fast, as if it was equipped with navigation, passing through the dense crowd gaps, and accurately shooting the chest of the yellow turban general, the huge power was even more forceful and continuous through several yellow turban thieves behind him, nailed together.

And it was carefully found that there was a kunai hanging at the tail of the silver gun, that's right, it was kunai! I only heard someone shouting not far away, and in an instant, a man appeared next to the silver gun,

The man quickly pulled out the silver spear, like a god of war descending from the sky, and the spear turned into a pear blossom with rain, stabbing a large bloody hole in the chest of the Yellow Turban thieves who were at a loss for a while.

This man is the Nanfeng God of War who terrified the Yellow Turban Thieves with his bravery, Gao Ye and Gao Zicheng!

Koya!

How could it be him, how could he be here!

What's going on!

Gao Ye, this name alone was enough to make the Yellow Turban Thieves so frightened that their breathing became difficult, and the sudden change made their bodies almost soften.

"Drink". Gao Ye lifted the stunned Zhou Cang on his back with one hand, and raised his spear with the other hand and approached the Yellow Turban Thief, his eyes were like lightning! Roar!

The Yellow Turban Thieves involuntarily took a step back, although they held the blades in their hands, their legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the blades in their hands did not give them much security.

Because they seemed to feel that they were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and people did not dare to look at Gao Ye at all.

"Bong-first"! Although Gao Ye could ask calmly, his tone exuded murderous intent.

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