The soldiers of the Han army are paying attention to the fighting generals on the battlefield all the time, after all, the morale of the winning side of the fighting generals is too great. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Yang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Yang Yan'an Although he was chased by Wang Yanzhang and fled, he didn't have the slightest intention of letting Yang Zaixing behind him make a move.

Yang Yanan fled in embarrassment at this time, and Wang Yanzhang's mount behind him was a thousand-mile horse given by Zhang Jiao, which naturally had superior foot strength.

Sure enough, Wang Yanzhang had slowly approached Yang Yanan, who was desperately escaping, Wang Yanzhang sneered and drank: "General Han, even if the gods descend to earth today, they can't save you, stay!" His legs suddenly clamped, and the mount was in pain, and he ran even harder.

Huangfu Song's eyes exuded anxiety, and the same was true of Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun on the side, Lu Zhi hurriedly said: "Yang Pingbei ........."

Yang Feng interrupted with a wave of his hand: "Don't worry! ”

At this time, Wang Yanzhang was only three steps away from Yang Yanan in front of him, and he was afraid that he would only need one or two breaths to catch up with Yang Yanan.

Yang Yanan's ears in front of him were slightly erected, and suddenly, a fine light flashed in his eyes, it was now!

Holding the reins in one hand, he pulled back suddenly, his legs clamped the saddle tightly, his body leaned back, the crotch mount involuntarily jumped up with his legs in front of him, and his legs stood on the ground behind him, and the whole horse stood up like this, Yang Yanan firmly seized the opportunity, holding the iron gun in one hand, and his head would not rely on the feeling of wanting to stab behind him.

"Ding, Yang Yan'an's attribute back to the horse gun erupted, the force +5, the current force is 100."

Wang Yanzhang was riding a horse and desperately chasing Yang Yanan, who was fleeing for his life in front of him, but the scene in front of him stunned him at this time.....

I only felt that a little cold light in front of me came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon, and a trick of the Yang family's signature marksmanship "back to the horse gun" textbook is generally used, Wang Yanzhang is strong in martial arts, and his consciousness is naturally not bad, and he subconsciously swings to the left......

It's a pity that it was still a step too late, and the spear pierced Wang Yanzhang's shoulder with a "poof".

"Wow, damn Han General! It hurts me! Wang Yanzhang suddenly screamed in response and almost fell off his horse, but he still endured the gunshot wound on his shoulder in time to stabilize his body.

The tip of Yang Yanan's spear was still in Wang Yanzhang's body, and his left hand exerted force, swinging down the spear, about to throw Wang Yanzhang off his mount.

This Wang Yanzhang really deserves to be a man, holding the reins tightly with one hand to stabilize his body, grabbing Yang Yanan's spear with one hand and pumping it outward.

Hearing the sound of "bang", the wound ruptured, blood was splashed, Wang Yanzhang's painful expression was distorted, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

Yang Yanan didn't dare to stay any longer, after all, this time he only killed the other party by surprise, and if he did it again, he was afraid that the other party would be prepared.

Looking at Yang Yan'an, who was galloping away, Wang Yanzhang gritted his teeth fiercely and was unwilling to retreat.

"The Han army is invincible!"

"The Han army is invincible!"

"The Han army is invincible!"

A deafening shout suddenly came from the side of the Han army, after all, Yang Yanan's one-man selection of two generals was still very morale-boosting. Seeing Yang Yanan retreating on horseback, Huangfu Song's beard rose with a smile.

"Kill!" Gao Boping let out a loud shout and rode his horse away.

Behind him, thousands of Han troops instantly went out to sea like dragons, killing the Yellow Turban Army fiercely.

In the distance, Zhang Liang's face was a little gloomy, looking at the Han army rushing to kill on the opposite side, he turned his head to look at Wang Yantong on the side, and said, "General Yantong, can you still fight?" ”

Wang Yantong smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand to grab his iron gun, Zhang Liang sighed, stopped him, and said: "General Yantong, you have a good rest, watch my brother and I go to meet the Han army." ”

Zhang Liang turned his eyes to stare at the Han army rushing in the distance, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he roared, "The sky is dead!" ”

"Huang Tian should stand!" Behind him, all the Yellow Turban soldiers roared in unison and began to rush into battle.

More than 10,000 soldiers of the Han army roared in unison, and their morale skyrocketed, and they burst into battle and killed like a tide.

The sound of killing shook the sky, the battle flag was like a wave, and the Han army, under the leadership of Liu Yi, was like a tiger and wolf, like a huge spear, fiercely piercing the Yellow Turban Army.

The two armies are at war.

Gao Shun took the lead, rode his horse and galloped quickly, waving the weapons in his hands everywhere, and slashing seven or eight elites of the Yellow Turban Army in a row was like entering a no-man's land, invincible.

Suddenly looking back, Gao Shun's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Liang, who was fighting the Han army in the distance, Gao Shun's face flashed with joy, and he shouted: "Where is the trapped camp!" ”

"The will to fall into battle, there is death and no life!" The sound was like thunder, shocking, and thousands of elites of the camp behind him shouted in unison, faintly overshadowing the sound of fighting on the battlefield.

"Kill with General Ben!"

Gao Shun roared, and rode his horse in the direction of Zhang Liang, Gao Shun's movement was so loud that Zhang Liang must have heard of it, with a cold smile on his face, and said coldly: "And let this general come to meet you, a Han general!" ”

At this time, it is noon, and the autumn wind is slightly bleak.

The battle on the battlefield was still in full swing, a Han army spear swung and pierced the body of a Yellow Turban soldier, suddenly pulled out the spear, and poked the barrel of the gun backwards without looking at it, and a Yellow Turban soldier who was about to sneak attack was suddenly poked to the person turned over on his back, and then the Han army sneered, and a shot pierced the neck of the Yellow Turban Army, the Han Army had time to be happy, a big knife behind him flashed coldly, and the head of the Han soldier fell to the ground.

The battle has reached a fever pitch at this time, the two armies have been slaughtered together, the entire battlefield is full of blood, corpses are all over the field, in the middle of the battlefield, the battle between the two generals has also reached a fever pitch, Gao Shun and Zhang Liang have been fighting hundreds of moves in a row, and both of them actually seem panting.

Gao Shun swept a shot, and the spear stabbed at Zhang Liang fiercely with a thunderbolt style, Zhang Liang's eyes were quick, and the weapon in his hand subconsciously blocked forward, and the sound of metal clashing sounded, Gao Shun only felt that he felt a pain in his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted.

The martial arts of the Yellow Turban General in front of him are comparable to him, Gao Shun secretly guessed to himself, I am afraid that the Yellow Turban General in front of him will not last long, and he is the same as the end of the crossbow.

Gao Shun was about to continue the assault, but he heard the sound of Mingjin withdrawing troops from the Yellow Turban camp, and the same sound came from the direction of the Han army.

"Wu Na Han Army, when your third grandfather goes back to eat, he will come to fight with you again." Zhang Liang put down the cruel words, turned the horse's head, turned around and left.

Gao Shun just snorted coldly when he heard this, he didn't bother to be poor with him at all, and then withdrew his troops.

Nearly 10,000 soldiers and horses of the Yellow Turban Army left about 5,000 corpses, and the corpses of the Han army can occasionally be seen on the battlefield, about more than 1,000 corpses.