Yang Yanan jumped off the city wall, waved the shield in his left hand vigorously, and smashed it into the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who rushed towards him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Yan, who was closest to him, roared childishly, held an iron gun, and jumped up, "General Yang Jiahan, take a certain shot!" ”

Hearing this, Yang Yanan glanced at Wang Yantong coldly, "Use the gun in front of my Yang family, hum, take it!" ”

The body swung to the left, dodging Wang Yantong's blow, and then used one hand to exert force, and stabbed at Wang Yantong's heart with a shot, this shot was fast and ruthless, as powerful as thunder.

Wang Yantong held the gun in both hands, used all his strength, and raised the gun to block. Hearing the sound of "dang chang", the sound of metal resonance shook in the air, and the tip of the spear with a little cold light immediately poked at Yang Yanan.

"Ding, Wang Yantong's iron spear attribute exploded, force +3, and the current force value is 92."

Wang Yantong clenched the spear, picked, stabbed, poked, and pumped, fighting with Yang Yanan one move at a time, with a serious expression, and there was no distraction in the meticulous battle.

Inside Gwangjong Castle.

Zhang Jiao's face was pale and a little terrifying, and a dead aura flashed in his eyes from time to time, but he always insisted on sitting cross-legged, quietly listening to the herald report on the battle situation ahead.

At this time, when he heard the herald say that there was a Han army attacking at the east gate, he couldn't help but be surprised, and said urgently: "How is the strength of the Han army?" Who is the leader? “

The herald was also quite anxious, and said very quickly: "The Han army attacked the East Gate with about more than 10,000 troops, and the leader was a Han general who had never met before, but I am afraid that the martial arts are not low!" “

Zhang Jiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, the Han army attacked only more than 10,000 people at the east gate, and thanks to Wu Yong's persuasion Zhang Jiao left 10,000 elites of the Yellow Turban Army at the east gate, or it was a big deal.

"Go, pass the order, and send 10,000 soldiers to support the east gate." Zhang Jiaodao.

"But ..........."

"So many from there, but? Ben General's words you just need to execute! Got it? Zhang Jiao shouted angrily, of course he knew what the herald wanted to say, of the seventy or eighty thousand Yellow Turban Army in the entire Guangzong City, only about half of them could fight, and the other half were old and weak women and children, and half of the elite soldiers in the Yellow Turban Army who could fight were all sent to Ximen, and the rest were only more than 10,000 soldiers who had never been on the battlefield.

"No!" The herald replied helplessly and turned to leave.

After Zhang Jiao watched the herald walk out, he said to Gongsun Sheng, who had been silent on the side: "Senior brother, the east gate...... Sorry for you! ”

Gongsun Sheng opened his eyes when he heard this, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Senior brother, don't worry, you and I are the teacher alone, the senior brother's business is the junior brother's business, the senior brother is waiting for the good news here, the senior brother will go to meet the Han army." ”

When Zhang Jiao heard this, a trace of gratitude flashed in his lifeless eyes: "I'm tired of my junior brother!" ”

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When Gongsun Sheng arrived at the east gate, the Yellow Turban Army reinforcements had just arrived, many Yellow Turban Army soldiers who had never been on the battlefield were scared and cried their fathers and mothers, and the battle on the city wall never stopped, Yang Zaixing's eyes were indifferent, holding a bright silver ghost dragon spear, God blocked and killed God, Buddha blocked and killed Buddha, as if entering a no-man's land, invincible, no one was one of them.

So far, no Yellow Turban Army has ever made a move in Yang Zaixing's hand with a ghost gun, whether it is an elite soldier of the Yellow Turban Army or a few lieutenants and generals, etc., none of them are Yang Zaixing's enemies.

Shoot!

Shoot!

Shoot!

Yang Zaixing seemed to be incarnated into a never-ending machine at this time, stabbing a shot and taking the life of a Yellow Turban Army.

Gongsun Sheng's eyes were slightly cold, although he didn't care about these Yellow Turban Army, but these people were all men and horses under his own senior brother, although this Han general looked good at martial arts, but Gongsun Sheng didn't believe that he could block his own tricks.

Gongsun Sheng sat on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, his fingers pointed wildly, and suddenly shouted: "The rain is coming!" ”

The originally clear sky began to gather dark clouds at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a faint lightning and thunder in the clouds. The most terrifying thing is that there is lightning and thunder at the east gate, and there is no hint of rain at the west gate.

In the distance, Yang Feng's eyes were quite solemn, this Gongsun Sheng really had some ability, it was originally just a dark cloud at the east gate that began to rain, and it was not an exaggeration to rain and downpour.

In the heavy rain, the soldiers of the Han army still had no intention of armisticing, and Yang Zaixing still shot with an indifferent expression, collected the gun, and took away a name.

Gongsun Sheng looked at Yang Zaixing and Han Jun, who still had no change, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "You forced me!" ”

Sitting cross-legged again, the index fingers and middle fingers of the two hands were combined, in, the lips began to squirm, I don't know what to read, for a long time, I looked happy, and suddenly snorted, and my fingers suddenly pointed to Yang Zaixing, who was slaughtering the Yellow Turban Army.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, pouring rain, and the wind swept down from the sky, and it hit everyone on the wall of the East Gate, and suddenly, there was a loud thunder in the dark clouds.

"Boom!!"

After a thunderclap, a falling thunder slashed down from the sky, and the target was Yang Zaixing, who was fighting in the Yu Yellow Turban Army.

Yang Zaixing only felt that the top of his head was cold and light, and it was extremely dangerous, so he instinctively blocked it with a spear.

"Whew... Zizi ..... Z...."

Yang Zaixing only felt that his hands were numb, and the body of the bright silver ghost dragon spear flashed with lightning, but he was not numb.

"Ding, Yang Zaixing's weapon [Bright Silver Ghost Dragon Lance] has passed through the Heavenly Thunder Sudden Body, and the weapon has been upgraded to [Thundering Ghost Dragon Lance] +1 force value."

Yang Feng looked stunned, can this still be played like this?

Awesome, my system!

"Where are the soldiers?" Yang Fengqing drank.

"The subordinates are here!"

"Order, hurry up and inform General Yang Zaixing at the east gate, let him pay attention to any people dressed as Taoist priests near the east gate, if there is, capture them alive!"

"Subordinates take orders!"

Yang Feng's expression was quite excited, and he suddenly thought of a way, that is, can you talk about the Yunyun Dragon Gongsun Sheng to catch it, and let him use the heavenly thunder to split his own martial arts weapon to see if he can advance successfully! After all, advanced weapons add a little force value, this is not a joke.

At the east gate, Yang Zaixing, who had just received Yang Feng's news, instantly swept his eyes around, and found a Taoist priest sitting on the ground not far from the city, looking at Yang Zaixing with blank eyes, his lips squirming slightly.

"It shouldn't be...... How can I be okay if I am struck by my magic thunder..... Impossible......."

Yang Zaixing stood in the distance and sneered, jumped off the city wall directly, and rushed towards Gongsun Sheng.