The Qingcheng Iron Guard roared out like a torrent, and the scimitar glowed coldly in the moonlight.

The terrain here is flat, the Yellow Turban Army holds torches, and charges in formation, and the predecessors of these so-called elite Yellow Turban Army are actually just ordinary people, these people, with all kinds of weapons in their hands, mixed with shovels, climbing plows, sickles and other farm tools. Their terrified faces were reflected under the tattered armor, many of them on the battlefield for the first time, encouraging each other, howling and screaming, unable to tell whether it was excitement or fear.

The horses' hooves burst, the earth trembled, and the contrast was obvious to the iron horses of the Qingcheng Iron Guard, under the moonlight, except for the sound of horses' hooves, the whole team had no other sound. The two teams are getting closer and closer, one side blazing into the sky and the other dark and confused. Qingcheng Tiewei is like a beast lurking in the dark, jumping out, the collision of light and darkness in an instant, Qingcheng Tiewei appeared coldly under the light, under the light, blood and light. The sharp scimitars of the Qingcheng Iron Guards cut melons and vegetables through the entire array. There were ripples in the light, and the howls kept coming to mind.

Under the light, the Yellow Turbans frightened and frightened the ghostly cavalry in front of them with the tattered weapons in their hands. Every time the Qingcheng Iron Guards swung their swords, they were like death, and many people's bodies fell weakly.

Chen Zhi took the lead, and the knife in his hand kept waving to slash and kill the Yellow Turban Army one by one, like a sharp arrow.

Soon, under the leadership of Chen Zhi, the Qingcheng Iron Guard defeated the Yellow Turban Army's sea of people, and the casualties of the Yellow Turban Army reached a terrifying 10,000 in a wave of 3,000 Qingcheng Iron Guards. On the contrary, only a few people of the Qingcheng Iron Guard were dismissed.

After Chen Zhi left the Yellow Turban Army for a distance, Le Ma stopped, and the Qingcheng Iron Guards changed their horses to the front team, and they turned their horses' heads to prepare to break the formation again. However, Chen Zhi didn't think so in his heart, Chen Zhi looked at the behemoth opposite, and the Yellow Turban Army on the opposite side quickly filled the vacancy just now.

Chen Zhi looked at the tattered so-called soldiers on the opposite side, and Chen Zhi couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart, these people who were supposed to be the ones he was protecting, but now they took up arms and stood on the opposite side of him.

Chen Zhi waved away the thoughts in his heart, raised his sword high, leaned over and rode his horse to lead the Qingcheng Iron Guard to kill the Yellow Turban Army in the next time, this sad world.

The Yellow Turban Army standing in the first row looked at the Qingcheng Iron Guards in the reflexive killing, their faces showed frightened expressions, but they did not retreat and escape, but took the initiative to meet them, faith is a terrible thing, Chen Zhi thought of it, I don't know what kind of thinking Taiping Dao instilled in these civilians, so that these people are willing to fight for Taiping Dao, in the face of their own Qingcheng Iron Guards, these Yellow Turban Army knew that they would die, and dared to die, Chen Zhi pursed his lips, the war horse under his crotch was like the wind, and Chen Zhi raised his knife and fell, A young face with horror in his eyes reluctantly raised the wooden spear in his hand to meet it,

"Click"

The cold light flashed, and the wooden spear was cut off by Chen Zhi's knife, the young man looked at the knife that was getting deeper and deeper with a stunned face, the blood flashed, the young man stared at his eyes and fell to the ground, and Chen Zhi's horse had already disappeared. The Qingcheng Iron Guard behind followed behind Chen Zhi, and the young man's body was trampled by the horse's hooves.

Chen Zhi waved the knife mechanically, and after each knife, a fresh life turned into a cold corpse. Just when Chen Zhi was about to break out of the formation, a black shadow came with a howling wind, Chen Zhi's pupils shrank, his body quickly opened sideways, and he dodged the fatal blow, at this time Chen Zhi saw clearly that it was a meteor hammer that attacked, and the meteor hammer is a rare weapon, and it belongs to the ranks of hidden weapons. Meteor hammer is a soft weapon made by tying a metal hammer head to one or both ends of a long rope, and it is also a hidden weapon of the rope system. Only one hammer is tied, and the rope is about five feet long, which is called "single meteor"; Tie two hammers, the rope length is four and a half feet, called "double shooting stars".

Chen Zhi watched the meteor hammer spin and shoot down the two Qingcheng Iron Guards behind him, his eyes were tightly focused on the Yellow Turban Army's large array, and he didn't expect that there were still masters hiding in the Yellow Turban Army. After the meteor hammer hit the two Qingcheng iron guards, it drew an arc and returned to the hands of a thin man, who waved the iron chain and threw the meteor hammer out again, so fast that in an instant, two more Qingcheng iron guards were shot down by the meteor hammer and fell to their chests and died.

Chen Zhi had already run a long way with the speed of his horse, and he turned around to look at the thin man, who grinned at him, and his figure disappeared in the big array again in a flash.

After Chen Zhi broke out of the formation, he turned around and looked at his Qingcheng Iron Guard, this time the hidden masters in the Yellow Turban Army shot one after another, so they lost nearly a hundred people.

Chen Zhi stopped his horse, gathered the Qingcheng Iron Guards under his command, looked at the sky, and unconsciously fought with these Yellow Turban Army for a long time. Chen Zhi thought that the convoy had been gone for a long time, and his delaying task was almost completed, Chen Zhi stayed at the end, commanding his Qingcheng Iron Guards to start retreating, and finally he glanced at the Yellow Turban army opposite, and turned his horse's head with complicated eyes.

The Yellow Turban Army did not pursue, their troops were all infantry, and they couldn't catch up with the Qingcheng Iron Guard at all, several people in the big formation came out of the formation, standing in front of the team, these people were the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army, one of them was a thin man with a meteor hammer, it was Bian Xi who stayed to monitor the Qingcheng Iron Guard. Bian Xi looked at the direction of Qingcheng Tiewei's departure, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a hideous smile, "Let's see Qu Shuai and his Qingya Xuanwei."

Chen Zhi led the Qingcheng Iron Guard to ride his horse, Chen Zhi sent scouts to inquire about the movements of the Yellow Turban Army, and it didn't take long for the scout to report back to tell him that the Yellow Turban Army was moving very slowly, and it was impossible to catch up with the convoy at all. After listening to the report, Chen Zhi's brows became more and more furrowed, what is the significance of the appearance of this Yellow Turban Army? Is it just to let yourself be slashed and killed? Chen Zhi couldn't figure it out.

Chen Zhi glanced back, and led the Qingcheng Iron Guards to chase the convoy away, no matter what conspiracy they had, after crossing the East River Ferry, it was Yanzhou, although Yanzhou also had yellow turbans to make trouble, but it did not evolve into such a large-scale riot in Qingzhou, with their own five thousand Qingcheng Iron Guards were enough to escort Jiao He to Luoyang.

It didn't take long for Chen Zhi to see the convoy in front of him from afar, perhaps because of last night's incident, the speed of the convoy had increased a lot.

Chen Zhi nodded with satisfaction, and quickly rushed up, hearing the movement behind him, the two thousand Qingcheng iron guards who were left behind turned around and drew their scimitars one after another, and only relaxed their vigilance when they saw that it was their own people coming from behind.

Chen Zhi rode to Jiao He's luxury carriage, knocked on the carriage, Jiao He poked his head out, he saw that Chen Zhi was covered with blood at the moment, his brows wrinkled involuntarily, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but Jiao He quickly covered it up, Jiao He said with a smile, "Captain Chen, how is it?" ”

Chen Zhi bowed slightly on the horse and then said, "I have been killed by the last general, but the enemy does not seem to have given up, they are still following behind."

Jiao He's face changed, and he said worriedly, "How many moth thieves are there?" ”

A trace of anger flashed in the depths of Chen Zhi's eyes, he himself had some pity for these people, they had lived in the land of Qingzhou for generations, if they couldn't live anymore, how could they rebel?

Chen Zhi's eyes flickered, and he said in an unkind tone, "The enemy army is about 100,000 people? Chen Zhi deliberately said that the 50,000 people of the Yellow Turban Army were 100,000, he just wanted to scare and scare Jiao He.

"What, 100,000 people?" After Jiao He listened, his face turned pale

Chen Zhi smiled, "So, my lord, we have to run quickly, I heard that these moth thieves like to eat human flesh!" ”

"Ahh Jiao He's frightened face turned pale, and he said incoherently, "Hurry, hurry, hurry up"

Chen Zhi snickered in his heart, but nodded solemnly on his face.

It was calm along the way, there were no attacks, and the scout told him that the Yellow Turban army behind him had been walking and stopping, and it had been twenty miles.

Chen Zhi put his mind at ease, and according to the speed of the Yellow Turban Army behind him, when they arrived at the crossing of the East River, he had already passed the river for a long time.

"Send a team and immediately rush to the East River ferry to prepare for the river crossing"

"No!"

Soon, among the 5,000 Qingcheng Iron Guards, a team of 1,000 people rushed to the Donghe ferry under the leadership of a thousand commanders.

East River Ferry

Commander Wu Jiang took the lead,

"Phew"

Wu Jiang stretched out his hand to stop the war horse, and the thousand Qingcheng iron guards behind him also stopped.

At this moment, as far as Wu Jiang could see, there was a strange army standing opposite, and these soldiers were wrapped in Xuanqing iron armor from top to bottom, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Wu Jiang noticed that these tower-like soldiers had a yellow ribbon tied around their arms. Wu Jiang's face changed, and now there is only one kind of person who dares to mark with a yellow ribbon like this: Taiping Dao, Yellow Turban Army.

"It's the enemy, ready to fight" Wu Jiang pulled out his scimitar and whispered, and the Qingcheng Iron Guards behind him drew their weapons one after another.

Wu Jiang glanced at the other party, there were only five hundred people, Wu Jiang gave an order that made him regret it, but unfortunately he didn't have the life to regret it anymore.

"All-Army Charge"

After Wu Jiang finished speaking, he led a thousand Qingcheng Iron Guards to rush over.

These Xuantie Armorers are none other than Bu Si's secret troops, the Green Tooth Xuanwei. After these people waited until Wujiang was less than ten meters away from them, they quickly picked up a long iron spear of about three meters from the ground, and these iron spears pierced through the Qingcheng Iron Guard Company who rushed over like spikes.

Wu Jiang looked at the iron spear that suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was really too late to dodge, and the cold iron spear pierced through his body and poked Wu Jiang in the air. Wu Jiang, the commander of the Qingcheng Iron Guard, failed to swing a knife until he died.

The Qingcheng Iron Guards behind Wu Jiang saw the terror of the Iron Spear, and they turned their horses' heads one after another, intending to dodge the attack of the Iron Spear, but because the speed was too fast, many Qingcheng Iron Guards couldn't dodge at all, and the formation was scattered in an instant.

Bu Si, dressed in Confucian clothes, appeared on the mast of the pier and waved his hand to "kill"

Qingya Xuanwei, who was still using his spear to resist the enemy just now, immediately gave up his spear, replaced it with a spear, stopped his gun and began to poke at the chaotic cavalry array.

For a long time, the Donghe crossing was quiet, and all the 1,000 Qingcheng Iron Guards were killed, and each of them was poked with more than ten holes in their bodies. Their heads were cut off by the Qingya Xuanwei and placed in a small temple, while the headless corpses were thrown into the river, which gradually turned red.

It was getting late, and Chen Zhi finally arrived at the Donghe ferry with a large army, but what was the matter with this strong smell of blood?

Chen Zhi walked in front of the team, and his eyes suddenly widened at that moment.

He saw a temple made of human heads, and those heads were his robes and siblings.

"Death!"

Just when Chen Zhi was looking at Jingguan in a daze, a sudden change abruptly appeared, and a fierce wind, wrapped in the power of a thousand catties, attacked Chen Zhi, Chen Zhi hurriedly drew his knife to block, and the huge force split Chen Zhi out of the warhorse. Before Chen Zhi landed, a bearded man appeared above Chen Zhi with a big knife in his hand, taking advantage of your illness to kill you. The strong man swung his knife again, and a rain of blood fell, and Chen Zhi, the captain of the Qingcheng Iron Guard, was killed.

"Your Excellency!"

Qingcheng Tiewei instantly became angry, and under the leadership of several commanders, he killed the strong man, and the bearded strong man stood there without moving, just grinned at Qingcheng Tiewei, and the next moment, Qingcheng Tiewei turned his horse on his back. Out of nowhere, the Green Fang Xuanwei began to kill with spears in hand. The scimitar of the Qingcheng Iron Guard slashed at the armor of these people, leaving only a shallow layer of knife marks on the opponent's armor, while these iron-armored monster-like enemy soldiers could easily tear their own armor.

The Donghe ferry was stained red with blood, no one from the Qingcheng Iron Guards escaped, the whole army was annihilated, and several Qingya Xuanwei appeared in front of Bu Si with Jiao He, who was so frightened that his face was colorless, Jiao He's legs and feet trembled, and his body knelt down involuntarily, "King, please don't kill me, I'll give you whatever you want."

Bu Si looked at the carriages full of belongings, with a smile on his face, Bu Si leaned over and patted Jiao He's cheek, "Now I just need your head!" ”

After Bu Si finished speaking, he turned his back, no matter how Jiao He struggled and wailed, Guan Hai walked over with his big knife viciously, raised his hand and dragged Jiao He's hair to pick him up, took out a short knife, and slashed it through Jiao He's neck, and a good head was in his hand.

In March of the first year of Zhongping, Qingzhou Mujiao died. The elite cavalry Qingcheng Iron Guard was all killed, and the whole country was shocked.