Lu Bu fell into battle and attacked the enemy for less than half a moment, and then he defeated Zhang Liao's backbone and retreated, and the gray yellow scarf, like a turbid wave, rushed through the broken embankment, and poured thousands of miles, unstoppable.

Lu Bu is still in the lead, relying on those yellow scarves behind him who are not very reliable, it is better to rely on himself to be easy and fast.

The wooden stick dances in a round way, sweeping away the enemy from all directions.

Leap up and avoid the clubs of the enemy.

At this moment, Lu Bu was like a rapidly rotating humanoid spinning top, disturbing the hearts of the Ying soldiers, and he was so powerful.

Wander in the midst of the enemy, if you enter a land where no one is man.

Even if there is no red rabbit under his crotch, Lu Bu is still the ghost who walks quickly through the battlefield, unable to fight, unable to catch up, but extremely aggressive, the stick is silent, but it makes a roaring laugh, crushing the hearts of countless soldiers who want to resist.

Compared with Ma Chao that day, who was also caught in the enemy formation, Lu Bu seemed more relaxed and freehand, as if everything was just his personal performance, and the success or failure had already been written and engraved in his stick.

Zhang Liao, who was not far away, was not like Lu Bu, he did not rush into the front of the battle with a weapon, he took the lead, he knew his brother's martial arts, he was not his opponent, and he was only humiliated by himself.

There are many ways to win, Lu Bu likes to fight, and Zhang Liao is good at strategy.

While commanding the soldiers to resist stubbornly, he fought and retreated, changed and dispersed, and then assembled after dispersing, I don't know what was brewing.

As Lu Bu gradually deepened, the sound of the confrontation between the soldiers on both sides became smaller and smaller, and it seemed to be quiet and a little extraordinary, but it was clear that Zhang Liao was in front of him, and there were only three or two lines of defense left.

When Lu Bu waved the wooden stick in his hand for the last time and repelled the last enemy in his vision, he actually felt a trace of loneliness and chill.

Looking back, in the rolling sand, those gray-clothed yellow scarves had disappeared into the wind and sand, and were replaced by Zhang Liao's group of soldiers, which were not many in number, but they did surround Lu Bu.

Shook his head helplessly, and laughed softly, it seems that he rushed too hard, and the group of yellow scarves really can't keep up, but with these more than 100 soldiers, they want to trap me Lu Bu, Brother Wenyuan, it seems that your plan is poor.

Lu Bu glanced at the folded wooden sticks in his hand, gently threw them on the ground, and confidently spoke to Zhang Liao not far away,

"Brother Wenyuan, it's only more than a hundred, An Neng can trap Lu Bu, Wenyuan might as well fall."

Zhang Liao didn't answer, and the still running army array told Lu Bu with actions that they never thought of failure.

Then so-and-so spent some more effort to overturn the entire array of the Wenyuan brothers.

kicked away the broken rotten wooden stick at his feet, flew high in the air, and in the military training field, the terrifying eagle chirp sounded again,

"Siege the outside soldiers, fight and advance, attack with me inside and outside, break this formation, capture General Zhang, and win this battle!"

Hearing the echo of the yellow scarf outside the circle from a distance, Lu Bu no longer had any worries.

The wooden stick has not yet fallen, but Lu Bu's figure is no longer in place, he is like a tiger, and has eagle wings, a fist and a palm, a kick, although he is unarmed, he can also rely on his bare hands and fists, grab people's weapons, and launch a cold offensive, he alone is an army.

Three or two back and forth, Lu Bu felt that he should have knocked down nearly ten soldiers, but the more he fought, the more strange Lu Bu felt that the soldiers besieging him did not launch an offensive at all, but blindly wandered sideways, and every time he attacked a person, there was another team of men to fill the vacancy.

It's as if you can scoop up a spoonful of water, but you can't change the shape of the river in front of you, and everything is just false.

Faintly, he felt that the big river in front of him was flowing more and more violently, flowing faster and faster, and the soldiers were connected together in a strange posture, completely giving up attack, blindly pursuing dodge and defense.

Lu Buti rose again and attacked fiercely, but he could not break through half a step, and it would be inappropriate to fight again. The soldiers here are getting denser and denser, and the possibility of breaking through by themselves is getting lower and lower.

But where did these soldiers come from?

Lu Bu, who had rushed into the formation three times, finally realized this, and his figure retreated slightly, but he still couldn't see the whole picture of Zhang Liao's formation, and turned his head to look, I don't know when, Zhang Liao had already come behind him, not in the original position, there were few soldiers beside him, the middle was wide open, and the fortification was like ** in Lu Bu's eyes.

Lu Bu hesitated slightly, Wen Yuan is not a reckless person, how could he be so careless and expose his own formation, is it possible, this is a strategy to lure the enemy?

It's a pity that his subordinates have been missing for a long time, and even their voices have been completely cut off. Lu Bu had been completely isolated in the array, surrounded by only enemies, no self, only wind and sand, and no direction.

Seeing that there were more and more soldiers behind him, Zhang Liao's temptation to Lu Bu became bigger and bigger.

If you are not irritable, if you are not brave, how can you be called Lu Bu? He finally made a decision, how could the fighter plane be delayed?!

shouted, who cares about the ambush or strategy, Lu Bu only knows that if he captures Wen Yuan, he will be the winner.

"General Ma, what's the name of this formation? What's so subtle? ”

No matter what the formation, Zhang Yu's understanding is blank, and he can't see why, fortunately, Ma Chao is on his side, and he can give Zhang Yu some answers.

But this time, Ma Chao replied to Zhang Yu speechlessly, although the array seemed to be ordinary, just an ordinary siege array, but that person's talented foot soldier long snake showed his talent in arranging the formation, and now he was in this ordinary formation, but he couldn't make a conclusion, maybe there was a hidden killing machine in the ordinary.

"Super, I don't understand this."

"Can Feng Xian understand this formation?! Can An break this formation?! ”

Lu Bu in the formation raided for a long time, crushing one group after another of ambushes who came from the side, seeing that he finally approached Zhang Liao, but he didn't want to hear Zhang Liao's question from the wind and sand in the crowd, it seemed to be false, but it was so real.

Lu Bu was shocked, not because he was under siege, but because that question came from behind him, what happened? Isn't Wen Yuan not far in front of him?

In the wind and sand, the familiar figure was still there, but the voice was real, but it came from somewhere else.

took two steps back and thought about it for a while, but Lu Bu hadn't come to his senses, and when the wind and sand dissipated, he suddenly found that in front of him, there was a white river that was difficult to cross, and the stream flowed endlessly.

"Can Feng Xian break Zhang Liao's array?"

Another question, this time from the left, turned around to see, the surrounding soldiers, there are three sides of the enemy, only here gathered a large number of enemy soldiers, and at the beginning of the assault, exactly the same.

Zhang Liao is behind him, no, on his left side, and no, on the right side, there is also his shadow.

Helpless, break through again, and scold in your mouth, where are those yellow turban soldiers? Why hasn't it been so long? Where are they now? Former? After? Left? Right?

Even he himself was a little unable to tell where he was, let alone where the yellow turban was. Helpless, he could only do a raid, this time, he chose to raid to the right, which was faster and lightning fast.

However, the group of white-clothed soldiers were like ghosts, following them like shadows, no matter where Lu Bu went, he was always in the place with the most soldiers, and Zhang Liao was always behind him, either on the left or on the right.

Where is the truth? Where is it true? Where is the front? Where is the direction? Lu Bu, who was in the middle of the army and was lonely, didn't know it at all.