The cavalry of the Han Army, which was already weak because of the formation of a straight battle formation, looked scarce after crashing into the dense Yellow Turban Army, and they lost their thickness and impact power, and after slashing and killing two or three Yellow Turban soldiers, they lost the speed of continuous impact, and one by one the Yellow Turban Army who forgot to die or pounced or stabbed off the horse's back, and then greeted by a rush of swordsmen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Damn, these Yellow Turban thieves have been spelled!"

The Han army Sima, who had just chopped a red-eyed yellow turban pawn to the ground, looked at the yellow turban soldier who gave up his life and forgot to die, and still tightly dragged the weapons into his body when he died, giving his comrades a chance, and roared irritably.

"Sima, are we considering retreating, now there are only a few dozen of us left with more than three hundred horsemen."

A deputy wearing jet-black armor next to him looked at the current situation, and his face was also ugly.

You must know that they came all the way, killed, and scattered nearly 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers, under such a brilliant record, they only folded more than ten horses, and now they have just fought in the world of only half a pillar of incense, but the cavalry is almost wiped out, which makes him irritable at the same time, but also has a trace of fear for this Yellow Turban Army.

"What?"

As the arrow of this cavalry, Sima didn't care about the situation on the battlefield just now, because the Yellow Turban Army, which had performed madness, forgot about life and death one by one, which made him also busy for a while, and he didn't have any extra attention to observe the battlefield.

I saw more than 300 cavalry pulled over by the first line, and now the formation is the person behind him, and the rest of the most three or five piles are gathered together, surrounded by thousands of Yellow Turban Army, like a reef in the sea, resisting waves of enemy erosion, looking at the momentum like an egg, I don't know how many waves can be held, and the rest of the scattered cavalry have long been buried under the sword.

"Kill, kill with me to that high slope!"

After a simple glance at Sima on the battlefield, he knew that he had now reached the point where he had to retreat.

It was impossible for the cavalry to turn around in the chaos of the battlefield, so the only way to do this was to rush up a high slope that could be accelerated, and then retreat in one direction.

"Humph!"

Just as Sima was speaking, another Yellow Turban soldier borrowed the height of a nearby boulder and pounced on Sima, and the cold slaughter slashed through the armor on his left arm.

"Damn, there are demons among these yellow turban thieves!"

Looking at the thin body, when he was foaming blood in his mouth and his eyes were dilated, he couldn't shake off his spear and hugged his spear tightly, Sima's already somewhat panicked heart was clouded, it was the fear of the unknown.

Just as Sima was about to smash the yellow turban soldier hanging on the spear to the ground, an inexplicable cold suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Ditch the gun!"

Sima, who threw the spear away, immediately lay prone on the horse's back along the sixth sense.

"Ahh

I saw a trace of silver-white sword light passing dangerously past his back, and the personal guard cavalry behind him was beheaded under the horse after a miserable scream.

Immediately after, there was a scream in the formation behind him, it was the voice of his cavalry, yes!

"The thief is on the run!"

You must know that there are not many cavalry in the Han army, and the cavalry under Sima is even less than one dead, so wantonly killing his cavalry, but the one Buddha who made him angry was born and the two Buddhas ascended to heaven, so he drew the ring head knife on his waist and prepared to chase after the owner of the silver light just now.

But there was a burst of vigilance in his heart, and he still let him easily slash the knife forward with offense instead of defense.

"Ding."

With a crisp sound, enduring the pain of the tiger's mouth, Sima slashed away with a hurried horizontal slash.

"Ding."

The master on the opposite side was not a mediocre hand, relying on the long knife in his hand, a sweep slapped the ring knife in Sima's hand, and there was another crisp sound, and the two of them were instantly entangled together.

"Rival!"

Han Yuan, who took a deep breath, looked at this Sima, whose left arm was injured and blocked his two attacks one after another with just one right arm, a sense of solemnity welled up in his heart.

"This man?"

By the moonlight, as a martial artist, Sima Mou, who had superb eyesight, looked at Han Yuan's pale complexion, and his brows furrowed tightly.

This man is still his enemy even if he is wounded! When did the Yellow Turban Army emerge with such characters!

You must know that in addition to Qu Shuai's first-class Yellow Turban Army generals, the first-level Yellow Turban Army generals are at most the ability of a middle-level war division, which can be seen in the battle of Sun Le after he broke into the city, and Sun Le, in this Yellow Turban Army, is the top three candidates for the strength of the Yellow Turban Army commander level.

"Mo isn't it?"

Thinking of this person's strength before he was injured, compared with the Yellow Turban Army's commander-level figures, Sima easily thought of a person, Han Guanzhi, who was a disciple of Zhang Jiao's gate!

A flush surged up on his face, you must know that this person can be seen as Qu Shuai!

And the temptation of slashing a Qu Shuai is really not too wonderful, it is enough for him to rise to two thousand stones!

"Kill!"

There are no superfluous fancy movements, a few simple moves such as splitting, sweeping, slashing, and stabbing, coupled with the extraordinary speed and full strength, Han Yuan, who has not been systematically trained as a sword soldier and has suffered internal injuries, fell into disadvantage at the beginning.

Han Yuan was in the collision of swords and soldiers again and again, the tiger's mouths of his hands were almost about to explode in the fierce slashing on the opposite side, and the more serious injury was the lungs, and his chest, which was already suffocated, was suffocated in the crazy impact again and again, and a mouthful of reverse blood surged into his throat and eyes.

Sima on the other side also knows that he is suffering, after all, he holds the knife with one hand, and the bearing capacity of the tiger's mouth in his right hand has reached the limit, but he can't change his left hand, and the injury to his arm will make his knife get out of his hand in the impact, and he was even more slaughtered without a knife soldier at that time.

"Whew~"

After another impact, the two took the opportunity to distance themselves, and they both let out a deep breath, preparing for the next full attack.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Seeing that although the current battle situation has gained the upper hand, the effect of his mad blood technique has long passed, and the combat effectiveness of the Yellow Turban sergeant who remembered life and death has dropped sharply, and he is entangled with a few Han cavalry, thinking of the erosive situation in Linzhang, he knows that only by winning quickly can he successfully retreat.

As for Du Yuan's help? He is now entangled with the military fake Sima on the opposite side, and the fight is also inseparable.

Dry words, blood burning.

Han Yuan, who had a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, stared at the trembling right hand of this Han army Sima, and the weird smile that couldn't help but grin made the eyes of the Han army Sima opposite twitch for a while.

He can already be regarded as a middle and high-level general, so he naturally knows that some of the various witchcraft of the Yellow Turban Army exist, and now that this person is in that state, it is estimated that he is performing witchcraft!

"Kill!"

Sima, who had no way to retreat and no way to enter, mustered up the courage in his heart, tightened the horse's belly, and rushed up again.

"Damn, why is this person's strength and speed fast again!"

The shocked Sima, in Han Yuan's faster and faster moves, was powerless to get out of the range of the battle.

"Poof."

The sound of a knife soldier entering the flesh turned out to be after Han Yuan forcefully swung away the ring-headed knife in Sima's hand, a simple and sharp forward stab, stabbed the long blade into Sima's body, and at the same time rotated and pulled out.

"Poof."

With the sound of the Han army's Sima falling from his horse, Han Yuan was also unconscious on the horse in a daze.