But it was said that Sun Jian's side, leading Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, Han Dang, Zu Mao and other soldiers to charge, as soon as his foot stepped into the weeds, a heart-rending pain came from his feet, making people unable to grasp the weight of their bodies for a while, and threw themselves on the ground.

Burst!

Before the sound of entering the flesh came, through the pain in the palm, a voice had already formed in Sun Jian's mind.

If Hong Ji were here, he would have found that the weeds were hiding everywhere in the painful thorns of his life in Chapter 9.

Even a tough guy like Sun Jian couldn't relieve the pain for a while, let alone other generals and even more unbearable soldiers.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight, and because of the speed of the rush, many people who were pierced were just losing consciousness of their bodies in pain and were hit by the uncontrolled collision of the robe that rushed from behind.

"Ahh

One by one, the soul singers made soul-shaking sounds, like a peerless symphony, which made those who heard it creepy.

Sun Jian, who rushed the fastest, "died" the worst, being hit by at least 5 people, and the spurs on his hands went deep into the bone marrow.

Fortunately, the soldiers in the back were not completely brainless, and after a few rows, they stopped castration and stepped forward to pull back their companions.

It's just that God will definitely give you an anti-theft window after closing a door for you, so that you can understand what true despair is through the light.

Huang Mei sneered when he saw it: "Release the arrow!" ”

In an instant, the Yellow Turban Army, which had crossed the small dirt slope, raised arrows and shot one after another.

Condescendingly, the personnel were very dense, and a round of arrows rained down, and the Han army suffered heavy casualties.

The captain of the shooting sound battalion in the distance saw the change and ordered the deputy general to come over with 2,000 people to support, and when he saw that the enemy had already shot, the soldiers of the shooting sound battalion in position were full of bows and arrows.

Seeing this, Huang Mei was not in a hurry, and with a wave of his right hand, half of the Yellow Turban soldiers put down their bows and arrows and raised their shields to cover, while the rest of the Yellow Turban soldiers continued to shoot.

You must know that the shooting battalion relies on long-distance food, and everyone uses a strong bow of 1.5 stones, but in this way, shooting from a low slope and shooting a high slope to shoot on a giant shield is just useless.

Just when the deputy general was hesitating to break the enemy with a comet arrow, Sun Jian opened his martial arts qi with a roar and rushed towards the yellow turban on the dirt slope.

The qi of martial arts is not invincible, and it can only reduce the damage caused by the spurs like Hong Ji's recovery, but the pain of that bell will not be alleviated in the slightest.

Not only did the pain not decrease, but under the violent running, the pain of the stabbing nerve could make the person with a weak will faint directly.

A real warrior is not only ruthless to the enemy, but even more ruthless to himself!

Except for the roar at the beginning, Sun Jian never said a word all the way.

Even Huang Mei, who looked at the single-handedly running with disdain, was a little surprised: "Doesn't it hurt?" ”

It's just that although he is surprised in his heart, he is not a brainless person, although it may be a bit difficult for him to give advice, but he can still do it faithfully to carry out orders.

"Shoot the arrows!"

At the sound of an order, the hundreds of archers around Huang Mei turned around and shot at Sun Jian.

I saw Sun Jian's big knife sweeping its tail like a comet, leaving a string of silver light in his sight, and slashing all the arrows down.

"There are two hits! Smash the shield! ”

Nani! Sun Jian thought he had misheard.

But the eyes would not betray him, and a dozen yellow scarves really raised the shield in their hands and smashed at him.

Condescendingly, the flying giant shield rushed to the face, and the impact was self-evident.

But the qi of martial arts is worthy of the ultimate pursuit of martial artists in this era, and after seeing a burst of dazzling white light, a sword qi split more than ten giant shields in half and flew towards the sides.

"Take your life!"

With a roar, Sun Jian went straight to Huang Mei.

Huang Mei was really shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop him!" Then he hurriedly took out the cloth bag he pinned to his waist.

More than a dozen yellow turbans rushed towards Sun Jian, but even the local chickens and dogs stopped Sun Jian for a moment.

Huang Mei, who was in a panic, finally took out the treasure at the bottom of his box: Qiankun fork bag!

I saw Huang Mei hurriedly pull the rope of the Qiankun fork bag mouth, holding the bag mouth with one hand and the tail of the bag with the other, and shook it hard.

When the mouth of the bag was about to point to Sun Jian, the hand holding the mouth of the bag suddenly relaxed, and a piece of turquoise liquid sprayed out like a goddess scattering flowers through the special device at the mouth of the bag.

I didn't know what it was, but I knew there must be something wrong with my toes as an enemy, so I ducked to the side in a hurry.

But the footsteps were already damaged, and it was okay to rely on inertia to rush straight, and it was okay to suddenly change direction with poor flexibility, and because it had been drawn two meters away from Huangmei, it was too late to dodge, so I had to dodge to the side while trying to return to the block.

Finally, after Sun Jian had done some useless work, a small part of the turquoise liquid spilled on Sun Jian's skin that was not surrounded by battle armor.

The liquid, made of something out of nowhere, had corroded one hole after another from the place where he had dripped away.

If the pain of the prism only makes people turn into soul singers, then it is corroded to the bones, and no matter how strong the will is, it can't control the palm to hold the war knife in the hand, and the pain of watching the war knife fall to the ground is despair.

When everyone has a shrug, Sun Jian, who saw the situation clearly, shrugged, pulled his legs and ran back.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Fortunately, Huang Gai, who saw that Sun Jian was so unstable that he couldn't hold the knife with something inexplicable, burst out with unprecedented endurance and rushed through the prismatic stabbing array, blocking the arrow for Sun Jian, who was already a target and had no power to fight back, and saved Sun Jian.

A hundred meters away from the soil slope, Sun Jian, who had to be wrapped in the military camp, looked at the direction of Huang Mei hatefully and did not say a word.

"Medic! Where are the medics? ”

Guan Yu's hurried voice sounded, Sun Jian didn't dare to slack off, and led the military doctor who had just finished bandaging himself towards Guan Yu.

When he saw Zhang Fei, whose eyes were full of blood, he gasped.

When Sun Jian saw Zhang Fei's surprise, Guan Yu saw Sun Jian's miserable appearance.

After carefully examining Zhang Fei's military doctor and saying that he would recover after a few months of recuperation, Guan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't hold back his doubts and asked, "Brother Wentai, your hand?" ”

"Alas, the Yellow Turban can't use force, but it makes the means really insidious and vicious......" immediately poured out his experience, which made Guan Yu sigh for a while.

"It's really a straight thief without a queen, without any rules and morals, and the third brother was also plotted......"

The two poured bitter water for a while, but because of the alliance of the sad front, they felt that the other party was very pleasing to the eye.

The rear of the Han army suffered setbacks one after another, and the frontal hard-faced Tun Cavalry Battalion and Changshui Battalion were even more corpses all over the field.

Thousands of human corpses and horse corpses were stunned to form an impregnable city wall, so that Han Shizhong's spear and yellow scarf could no longer advance for half a minute.

Standing on the wall of piles of corpses, Hong Ji only felt that there was a fire burning in his chest, and the more he burned, the more he roared, and finally he raised his head to the sky and roared, wielding the mountain axe in his hand.