But this time, the anger of both of them was mixed with a hint of conspiracy.

Le Ma waved the knife, Li Le and Zhang Ji both had their own thoughts, and they lost their previous full fighting spirit.

After more than ten battles, the sword light flickered, the strong men roared, the war horses neighed, the offense and defense were exchanged, back and forth, the battle was chaotic, and the shouts of the soldiers rose and fell, disturbing Luoyang not far away again.

However, with the passage of time, the two generals still can't tell the winner.

Another knife was slashed, and the sound was soaring to the sky, startling the birds and birds in the forest, but unfortunately, the piece of armor did not fall, unscathed, and both retreated, each returning to the front of the formation.

The two had the intention to fight again, but they were stopped by suspicion, and both sides saw the abnormality under the other's knife.

Before Li Le retreated to the formation, the war horse under his crotch could no longer withstand such a confrontation, and trembled to express his dissatisfaction.

Holding the reins in his hand tightly, Li Le calmed down, carefully looking at the incoming enemy formation, the soldier formation in the dark, as if arranged, but no matter how high-spirited, it was just an ordinary square circle array, and he really couldn't see the reason, and he really couldn't see the mystery in it.

Looking back at the camp behind him, steady and steady, bright all around, strong attack and sneak attack, all nonsense.

What is this man going to do? What's the conspiracy?

Li Le really couldn't think about it, he couldn't think through, at this moment, it was also unwise to lead troops to charge, relying on the walled city to defend it, waiting for reinforcements and besieging it, it was the best policy.

But if you retreat from the army, won't you lose morale and break the morale of the army, which is really not in line with Li Le's wishes and does not conform to the name of the Yellow Turban.

Li Le was in a dilemma, thinking about advancing and retreating, and complaining about the delay in the arrival of reinforcements.

Zhang Ji was also a little bored with the unrelenting battle, and several times he wanted to make the elite behind him charge and trample on the dignity of this group of weak yellow scarves, but the words of the commander of the military advisor echoed in his ears all the time.

I had to drag it, waiting for the good news and the signal of the charge from afar.

But the treacherous smile of the yellow turban thief on the other side made him angry, and he turned around and roared,

"Fetch a spear!"

With this order, the silver spear that had always been in the army leaped in, and Zhang Ji took it safely.

The momentum is like a rainbow, the gun is like a dragon, and he wants to fight to the death with Li Le.

However, after this roar, there was indeed a turning point, not because the victory or defeat was clear, but because the Dazhai behind Li Le rang out in response to the roar, and Mingjin withdrew his troops.

At this moment, Mingjin must be ordered by the young master. Li Le ignored the silver spear of the man in front of him, and only cared about his own retreat back to the city.

However, how could Zhang Ji, who had rekindled his fighting spirit, let go of the retreating yellow scarf, and angrily ordered the flying bear to chase and kill, fighting for himself.

But helplessly, the speed of the Yellow Turban's retreat was beyond Zhang Ji's imagination, the flying bear ran fast, but he could only face the cold walled gate, and he couldn't touch the thief army without saying a word, and he also tasted the taste of the hidden weapon that flew sand and stones, killed a few war horses, and injured several elites.

Zhang Ji's anger in his heart was self-evident.

In the walled city, although Li Le said that he was unwilling, he didn't complain too much, he just wanted to know the order of the young master, and there would be no big mistake in obeying it, although it would damage some morale, but the victory would always be his own.

Li Le dismounted, threw the heavy knife in his hand to the ground, climbed high again, looked into the distance, did not want to see the enemy soldiers besieging the walled city again, he looked forward to the other yellow turbans that would come in the distance.

"Xiao Yu has no deception?"

"Why should Yu lie to Your Majesty."

"Is that Li Ru?"

"I don't know yet, but the ** of the ten is for Li Ru."

"Then fight with all your might, no matter who you are, they are all thieves, and the thieves in the world will be destroyed after all, and if they go to the abyss, they will be fulfilled."

In the middle of the city, in a quiet little house, there was such a conversation.

The voice is thorough, but it is dyed with murderous intent, revealing the ruthlessness of the king.

After a while, Zhang Yu pushed the door out, his heart trembled, and he pressed his trembling chest with one hand, touching something, and his little heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Childe, Xu Huang has prepared his war horse, do you want to set off immediately?"

Zhang Yu's ear heard Xu Huang's question, shook his head, and replied,

"General Xu is slow, wait for Yu to go to General Lu first, see him, and then it's not too late to leave."

The sound of fluttering heartbeats and fluttering footsteps touched this forest path and scared away many insects and beasts.

Han Zhong had forgotten how long it had been since he had felt like this, this kind of pleasure that only the war brought to him had been silent in his heart for a long time, but tonight's fireworks ignited it again.

The horse's hooves crumble dead leaves, and the crisp sound is heard.

But Han Zhong didn't pay attention to these noisy noises at all.

Leading the two thousand yellow scarves, Han Zhong rushed non-stop to the direction where the battle took place, his eyes only in front of the fire, and there was no dark roadside.

He would never have thought that he would become the prey of the enemy in the dark, and he might be the lamb being hunted.

Impatient, he didn't take the marching formation to heart, the whole team was lengthy, and it was not Zhang Liao's long snake formation, but like a fragile long rope formation, which broke when it was pulled.

He was still estimating the distance, but he was frightened into a cold sweat by a military order in the dark, and his thoughts were cut off by a war cry in the dense forest.

"Rolling Stones! Feather Arrows! Ignite the fire! Strangling! ”

This order, which had been endured for a long time, finally broke out at this moment.

On the slopes of the dense forests on both sides, the rumbling stones rolled down in the dust, and hundreds of arrows fell in response, and the light from the fire in the darkness stung Han Zhong's eyes.

What followed was an innumerable ambush, dazzling with swords and guns, attacking from the shadows, like a hunter who had been lurking for a long time, and finally waited for its prey, extremely fierce.

Han Zhong immediately reined in his horse, summoned the yellow scarf to form a formation to meet the enemy, waved the iron rod in his hand, and swept away one arrow after another, but he couldn't sweep away the black armor soldiers who swarmed up, and couldn't stop their tidal momentum.

The two thousand yellow turbans were completely in chaos, how could they have imagined that there were ambushes in the dense forest.

Listening to the order of the commander of the canal, he wanted to put on a combat formation, but it was difficult to form a formation because of the distance, so he had to form a small formation of dozens of people, desperately resisting the irresistible enemy.

Let the rolling stones be pressed wantonly, let the ambush soldiers rush and kill wantonly, and the yellow turbans scattered and fled, losing their previous fighting spirit.

One after another, the yellow turbans fell, their blood shimmering in the light of the fire.

Han Zhong hadn't woken up from the chaos yet, and he couldn't believe everything in front of him, this kind of chaos was not the battle he wanted at all.

One stick smashes a rolling stone, and another knocks down an enemy pawn. Enduring the boneless pain of the feather arrow, he fled into the darkness desperately, this was the only way for him to escape.

Seeing that this person was brave, Guo Yan personally raised a gun to stop him, and fought a few times, Han Zhong avoided without fighting, and killed his life, Guo Yan chased and killed with a gun, stabbed him in the back, and stabbed his horse, Han Zhong fell off his horse and rolled down, rolled into the dense forest, and escaped by luck, with mental and physical trauma, with confusion and incomprehension, and disappeared into the darkness.

still failed Li Le's expectations.