After the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Fei's scouts were reported and found the location of the Yellow Turban's grain and grass, which made Zhang Fei excited, and immediately gathered five hundred cavalry, took the scouts as the guide, and rushed to the grain and grass guarded by the Yellow Turban elite soldiers for several miles. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In half an hour, after going around for most of the circle, Zhang Fei rushed to the granary that faintly appeared in the field of vision, guarding the elite of the Yellow Turban Army. The dark night sky, against the backdrop of the flames burning in the carbon basin, is like a beast opening its huge mouth, waiting for its prey to enter the urn.

In the darkness, Zhang Fei looked at the looming granaries one after another, and his eyes showed greed. However, in a hurry, Zhang Fei could only leave behind these grains and grasses that were enough for tens of thousands of troops to eat.

In order to ensure the grain and grass of the army, the marshal Xu He transported three months' grain and grass from Linzi to supply 70,000 troops, and let the Yellow Turban soldiers guarding Linzi dispatch two months' worth of grain and grass at any time.

Grain and grass were the problem of food and clothing for the 70,000-strong army, and Xu He sent 5,000 soldiers and horses to guard them, forming dozens of patrols, as well as the guards of the sentry tower.

Now, the Yellow Turban Battalion was suddenly attacked, there was a commotion, shouting and killing, and the guards guarding the Yellow Turban grain and grass looked at the front camp and stared dryly, but they did not dare to disobey Xu He's order and abandon the grain and grass.

Gradually, the yellow turban guards with anxious faces did not notice the five hundred cavalry of Zhang Fei's department, which was half a mile away from the camp.

In the darkness, the horse's hooves fell to the ground, and there was a muffled roar. "Rush," Zhang Fei's voice shook the four fields, like thunder, tearing open the night.

Zhang Fei, who acted as an arrow, shook the eight snake spears, took the lead in the black dragon to stand out, and the five hundred cavalry behind him showed their ring-headed knives with a cold glow, and rushed to the place where the yellow turban was grain and grass in the dark night.

When the 500 cavalry was only fifty steps away from the Yellow Turban Grain and Grass Battalion, the stupid Yellow Turban guards looked at the Han cavalry that was moving quickly like ghosts.

"Cavalry, it's cavalry." Looking at the murderous Han army, there was a panicked way in the retreat of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

didn't have time to think about how the cavalry of the Han army would appear in the grain and grass camp, and at that moment, the Yellow Turban team pulled out the ring head knife on their waists and rushed to Yuanmen with dozens of people. While running, his voice was urgent, and he said to the yellow turban soldiers who were still stunned on both sides, "Close the camp gate quickly, quickly." ”

At that moment, there were soldiers who reacted from the Yellow Turban Camp from the camp gate, holding spears or ring-headed knives.

The distance of fifty paces was under the gallop of the black dragon, and it was within reach in a blink of an eye. "Kill," Zhang Fei shouted violently, a black light flashed with the snake spear in his right hand, and a black line was crossed, and in an instant, he hit the Yellow Turban Grain and Grass Camp and pounced on the Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed in a steady stream.

"Boom," hundreds of war horses rushed by, and white light streaked through the rays of training, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who came to the camp gate fell under the iron hooves of the Han cavalry.

"People are like dragons, horses are like tigers," Zhang Feihu entered the flock, stirring up a bloody rain among the Yellow Turban soldiers, and his stumps and broken arms flew around.

The five hundred cavalry behind Zhang Fei did not encounter the slightest obstacle, and advanced among the Yellow Turban soldiers with a fierce impact, raising the ring head knife in his hand, and wielding it gently, without the slightest effort, a human head flew high, and blood gushed out from the headless corpse.

During the killing, Zhang Fei watched the six roads, listened to all directions, and pierced the chest of the attacking Yellow Turban soldier with a spear. With a hand, the Zhangba snake spear threw the body of the yellow turban soldier hanging from the tip of the spear into the nearby burning carbon basin.

"Dang", the carbon fire in the carbon basin flew everywhere, Zhang Fei flicked the reins, and the black dragon under the crotch was like a tank with full horsepower, "rushing, rushing, rushing", and knocked a soldier named Yellow Turban away.

On the back of the black dragon, Zhang Fei slapped his left hand, took advantage of the momentum, and flipped forward in the air.

The Zhangba snake spear in his right hand immediately smashed into a charcoal fire that he had just seen, like a home run, and flew towards the granary with dotted charcoal flames like heavenly fire meteors.

As the charcoal fire flew out, Zhang Fei, who was still in mid-air, fell in free fall. In the middle of the battlefield, a black dragon with black hair and a majestic physique flew over and caught Zhang Fei who fell.

"Drink," Zhang Fei stabbed the Zhangba snake spear in his hand, the tip of the spear was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, swallowing the letter and piercing it on the body of the ushered Yellow Turban soldier.

With a backhand, the spear body, which weighed more than 50 catties, swept the yellow turban soldiers like black brocade flying, and no one could stop it.

"Bell, bell, bell," the snake spear shot out continuously, and the flaming carbon basin flew towards the granary, igniting the sparkling flames.

In the grain and grass camp, a part of the Han cavalry waved torches found from nowhere, lit flames, galloped towards the granaries, and used torches to ignite dozens of granaries piled into sharp cones.

"It's on fire, put out the fire, put out the fire!" The Yellow Turban guards guarding the granary shouted at the top of their voices, facing the cavalry coming and going like the wind, they had no weapons and could not do anything, so they had no choice but to throw down their weapons, lift the wooden barrel, and carry water to the nearby water source to extinguish the flames.

"Beep beep", the granaries burst into the sky, like fireworks, and they bloomed in an orderly manner.

"Damn," the Yellow Turban Xiao Fang Qu Shuai, who rushed to hear the news and guarded the granary, waved his war knife with his thick arms, and collided with the incoming cavalry wielding the ring head knife dozens of times, and the arms holding the knife gradually appeared numb consciousness, which made the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai secretly complain.

When the granary caught fire, the yellow turban Xiaofang Qushuai didn't care about anything, and put out the fire in the granary first. As for the cavalry of the Han army in front of him, I believe that the marshal Xu He, who reacted in front, can send troops to exterminate it. "Leave the left, right, and middle songs to intercept the Han army, and go to fight the fire in the front and back," At the same time, the Yellow Turban Xiaofang Qu Shuai also sent his personal guards to report to Xu He.

In the mess of the Yellow Turban grain and grass camp, the Han army spent a lot of effort to set the granary on fire, in Zhang Fei's shouting, more than 400 cavalry withdrew from the battle circle, armed with a ring head knife to kill a bloody road, ran towards the darkness, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

When Zhang Fei's cavalry disappeared into the grain and grass camp, the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai couldn't care about chasing him. Besides, it is impossible to run four legs in two days, and at the moment, it spreads the guards and gathers the remaining manpower.

"Fight the fire, go put out the fire." One by one, the yellow turban soldiers and colonels, their heads were buzzing, and they almost fainted, this is the food and grass of tens of thousands of troops, once it is destroyed, the consequences can be imagined.

In the middle route army, Guan Hai, who was just injured, was holding a steel knife in his right hand, and a shield he picked up from nowhere in his left hand.

At this time, Guan Hai's chest was full of anger, and he saw the generals of the Han army throwing away the deployment from a distance, and one person and one horse rushed in. In the midst of the ten thousand armies, Guan Yu was like a leisurely stroll, probing for the enemy's head, and the lethality caused was no less than the results of the hundreds of ironclad guards behind him.

The green dragon flipped over, Guan Yu killed faster and faster, Guan Hai raised the steel knife and roared angrily, "Little ones, follow me and kill this guy." ”

As soon as the words came out, in addition to Guan Hai's personal guards tightening the ring head knife in their hands, in this kind of Guan Yu, who touched the three armies of the martial arts, killing people was like mowing grass, falling down one by one, and the morale of the yellow turban can be imagined. Therefore, there are very few responders to Guan Hai's shouting.

Guan Hai looked around, and saw that the soldiers had fear on their faces, and he no longer wasted his saliva, carrying a sword and shield, with his personal guards, taking the lead, and stealthily pounced on Guan Yu, in order to motivate the soldiers under his command.

In the crowd, Guan Hai's eyes flickered, for Guan Yu, who was like a cavalryman, Guan Hai's only way was to let ordinary soldiers offset the momentum of the sky. Losing the impact of the war horse, I believe that Guan Yu's combat power will drop by a notch, and one person and one horse will become a big target in the yellow scarf.

When the time comes, he will step forward to block it again, although he can't kill Guan Yu, but it's still no problem to block Guan Yu for a while. At that time, the subordinates who had recovered from the fear would surround Guan Yu together, and it would not be easy to deal with the enemy generals of the Han army who broke in alone.

The thought flashed, Guan Hai was silent, brandished a steel knife and emerged from the crowd, appeared on Guan Yu's side, shouted softly, and the knife unfolded, taking advantage of Guan Yu's unpreparedness to pay attention to the sneak attack.

"Death," Guan Hai's martial arts are extraordinary, a set of sword skills has been practiced from small to large, and has already reached the point of perfection, ranking among the peak of second-rate generals. This knife was slashed, and Guan Hai's terrifying power was poured on the steel knife, and the sharp blade cut out the sword light, as if it had broken through the sky, with the momentum of wind and thunder, and slashed towards Guan Yu on horseback.

"It's good to come," Guan Yu was not afraid, as if he had eyes on his side, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife swept, and the blade glowing with blue light suddenly appeared in front of Guan Hai.

The Qinglong Glaive Knife had a strong momentum, and there was a hidden dragon roar, which made Guan Hai startled, knowing that the Han army generals in front of him had martial arts that were higher than he had predicted.

At that moment, Guan Hai clenched his steel teeth, and under the full force of the explosion, the point steel knife that he had just chopped out slashed towards Guan Yu at a faster speed, as fast as thunder.

"When," the Qinglong Glaive collided with the Dian Steel Knife, emitting a deafening sound of gold and iron. Guan Hai's arms shook violently, and there were bursts of pain from the tiger's mouth holding a steel knife, and his body couldn't stop retreating, and he stepped back, unloading the strength of Guan Yu's knife, leaving a few footprints on the ground.

Before Guan Hai could recover his strength, a sound of wind and thunder broke through the air, which scared Guan Hai's spine. Although he had a shield in his hand, Guan Hai could not guarantee that this shield made of wrought iron would be able to carry the knife of the red-faced and long-haired monster in front of him.

On the side of the body, Guan Hai first dodged the knife of the wind and thunder, and then followed, before Guan Hai could be relieved, the blade in Guan Yu's hand turned, and the downward split was changed to a horizontal split, and the remaining momentum was unabated, so frightened that Guan Hai's soul was rising, and in a hurry, the upper half of the body leaned back, forming an iron plate bridge, in order to avoid Guan Yu's knife.

"Snort", a cold breath came from Guan Hai's lower abdomen, and the leather armor that was originally covering his body was cut off by Guan Yu at some point.

With a "hiss", Guan Yu's continuous knife momentum unfolded, first cutting through the nearby Guan Hai guards, and volleying towards Guan Hai at a faster speed.

Before Guan Hai could take a breath, he was cold all over his body, his body fell first, and the whole person was attached to the ground, and a lazy donkey rolled and rolled one after another.

"Bang", the earth and rocks shattered, and clods of soil flew in all directions, and some smashed on Guan Hai's armor.