Fortunately, although Hong Ji was brainless and impulsive, he almost died on the battlefield, but his brainless actions also successfully attracted the attention of a small number of elites in this miscellaneous army, allowing the 50 young men who went out of the city with him to successfully burn down the well.

It can be described as an absolute defeat in tactics and a partial victory in strategy.

Seeing that Hong Ji had three or two axes, he blasted open a path, no matter how he shouted to stop Zhao Hong, who couldn't do it, scolded: "I'm angry!" Turtle son! If it weren't for Lao Tzu's elite dresses to be handed over to Qu Shuai to besiege Wancheng, I would have cut off your head as a night pot a long time ago! ”

On the scolding of Hong Ji has not yet served, seeing the scolding from behind, Hong Ji, who is still some distance away from the safety of the city gate, can't care about anything else, turns around and scolds: "Stupid, if Nima is not here, I will definitely let you, an unfilial son, see how Lao Tzu created your evil obstacle in the first place!" ”

"Yay! Piff! Zhao Hong, whose face was full of blood, raised the strong bow on his waist with his left hand, and raised his hand to hit a cloud-piercing arrow.

Hong Ji, who had just finished scolding and then ran, was unaware of the Lianzhu Hatred Arrow chasing behind him.

"Poof!" When the iron arrow stabbed out of Hong Ji's body, it was already dyed bright red.

A heart-wrenching pain pierced from his left chest to his whole body, and his legs were like a kite with a broken string, and he slammed on the road with a "plop" of inertia.

Hong Ji, who was kneeling on the ground, looked down at the arrow through his left chest, and looked behind him blankly.

At this glance, the line of sight was full of a steel arrow that shot straight into the center of the eyebrows.

At the time of life and death, he did not think of the woman who made him change from an innocent boy to a prodigal son of flowers, nor did he think of the glorious days when he rode a motorcycle and chased people with watermelon knives, but remembered the appearance of a beggar wielding an axe in the moonlight.

"Ding!"

A second before the sharp arrow was about to penetrate the center of his eyebrows, a red black divine axe stood in front of Hong Ji's eyes at an incredible angle. A second later, the sharp arrow that should have killed the soul eater split into two halves and shot at both sides of the rooster.

At this time, Zhao Hong, who was already angry, stood out from the elite spearmen on a healthy horse and came with a long knife high.

"I'm grass Nima!"

The blood was boiling, and at this moment, Hong Ji, who put life and death out of the way, stood up and walked towards Zhao Hong, who was beyond the original.

A few meters away, Hong Ji jumped: "Open the Heaven God Axe First Style: Open the Sky and Split the Earth!" ”

Seeing that Hong Ji used all his strength to put on a drape, without the slightest intention of defending, Zhao Hong hesitated for a few seconds: if he raised a knife to stab him, Hong Ji would be equivalent to sending a skewer and die without roasting, but he might also be cut in half by his head before he died.

Life is only once for anyone, and few people will choose to die if they have a chance to live, so Zhao Hong used horsepower to raise a knife to resist.

"Bell!"

In a loud sound of gold and iron intersecting, Hong Ji smiled, treating others with himself, even he would do the same.

But in an instant, after the loud noise, the two of them were about to stagger, and they had already prepared to use their waist and abdomen, and their bodies moved at will, and the angle of the axe blade suddenly slanted with the arc of the blade and the collision force of the two people going in both directions, like a roller coaster going down the hill, but in an instant, the axe came to Zhao Hong's left side and shoulder.

"Open Heaven Divine Axe Second Style: Sweep Kyushu!"

Zhao Hong was originally an unpopular general, how could he have expected such a change, and in a moment, a good head fell in response.

And when he fell to the ground, Hong Ji, who happened to be proud, found that there were thousands of spears stabbing in front of him, so frightened that a lazy donkey rolled and broke the arrow handle inserted in his body.

I didn't care about the heart-wrenching pain that struck again, so I just ran away.

The Yellow Turban Elite is worthy of being the Yellow Turban Elite, and when chasing and killing, they did not forget to keep the formation unchanged, so that Hong Ji, who escaped from the road, escaped.

On the city wall, Ye Jing, who saw everything in his eyes, was overjoyed at first, but later saw that the Yellow Turban Army's offensive remained unchanged, his face showed surprise, and he carefully observed the battlefield.

After careful inspection, Ye Jing really found two unusual places: first, the elite of the Yellow Turban frequently raised his gun to give orders, thinking that he was an important person; More than 10 meters away from the second city wall, there is a burly man, who is different from the peasant soldiers around him who are wrapped in yellow scarves and holding hoes and other agricultural tools, and his person is dressed in simple armor and holds a "golden-backed chopping knife", and his appearance is dignified.

Ye Jingzhi couldn't help but wonder: "Who is this?" ”

A scout saw the county order to ask, and after a little check, he was overjoyed and said: "My lord, I know that person, he is from Pingxi Village outside the city, and I am a neighboring village, his name is Han Zhong, and he is born with divine power. In desperation, Han Zhong fought the boar king hand-to-hand with his empty fists, and beat the wild boar king to death, he can be described as a peerless fierce general! ”

Ye Jing was even more worried when he heard this: "Why do such a fierce man want to be that thief? ”

"A few years ago, there was a plague in Pingxi Village, and the whole village died and fled, and the encounter was not known to the villain."

But he said that Hong Ji had just run not far, but he felt tiredness all over his body, and his vision began to blur, and he looked like he was about to faint due to physical exhaustion.

The peasant soldiers on the side saw that the person next to him, who was obviously an enemy general, staggered and looked drunk, thought carefully, raised the sickle in his hand and beckoned to Hong Ji's head.

At the last moment, Lei Hu, who rode a yellow horse and held a silver spear in his hand, led the 200 miscellaneous army finally arrived, only to see him stabbing the peasant soldiers to death with a thunderous spear, and then pulled the reins and stopped beside Hong Ji, without saying a word, after pulling him on the horse, he saw the enemy elite attacking, and ordered: "Attack!" ”

Seeing that the enemy was beginning to take shape, Sun Zhong did not dare to slack off, and shouted: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!" ”

As the 200 guards shouted in unison, the entire battlefield was filled with a shocking shout.

Seeing that the morale was incomparable, Sun Zhong was overjoyed and said: "Raise your gun!" ”

Two hundred guards rushed towards the two hundred miscellaneous troops with guns in unison, fearless of life and death, even if a companion was stabbed to death by the enemy, he silently stepped on the corpse of his companion and continued to advance, on the other hand, on the side of the miscellaneous army, seeing that the companion in the front row was stabbed to death, and even the corpse was still hanging on the enemy's spear and came to the surface, all of them were frightened.

They felt that most of them were domestic servants who were waiting for death in the family, and they didn't need Lei Hu's order to do such a desperate thing, and they all ran to the city one after another.

Lei Hu felt helpless when he saw this, but fortunately, the enemy army was not chaotic in order to protect the position, and the pursuit was not fast, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

It's just that all of this has nothing to do with the unconscious Hong Ji for the time being.

Ye Jing, who observed the overall situation, saw that the Yellow Turban was as strong as ever, and gasped, and couldn't help but be a little worried about the future of this city defense battle.