Dong Zhuojun fell into a trap, like a turtle in an urn. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Pei Ling hid in the grass in the distance, looked at the battlefield, couldn't help but be surprised, and said in a condensed voice: "This Yellow Turban Army is so fierce and not afraid of death?!" ”

Zhou Cang replied: "The eight subordinates of Zuo Zhangzhang are all elite soldiers in a hundred battles, and there are many good players, and the strength is naturally not to be underestimated, we... I'm afraid it's too late! After speaking, he also looked at Pei Ling, and when he saw that Pei Ling did not show displeasure, he turned his head away and said no more.

In fact, the strength of the Yellow Turban Army was uneven, although there were hundreds of thousands of people, but most of them were composed of peasants, and their combat strength was mediocre. Of course, most of them have been fighting for half a year now, and they are not comparable to the beginning of the uprising.

The private soldiers of each commander are even more elite, and some of them are even brainwashed for a long time after selection, like fanatical believers who are not afraid of death, and they are all hidden in various armies, specializing in dealing with all kinds of vicious battles!

At this time, the large forces of the Yellow Turban Army chasing behind also gradually surrounded and converged with it!

The Art of War: "Ten will surround it, and double it will attack it." "The Yellow Turban Army was a hundred times larger than the enemy at this time, although for every Dong Zhuojun killed, there were seven or eight Yellow Turban soldiers to accompany the burial, but the Yellow Turban Army was as numerous as locusts crossing the border, and the respite effort almost completely devoured Dong Zhuojun.

Although the overall situation on the field has been decided, it is inevitable that the night will be long and dreamy, and the black-armored knights who have always stood still outside the battle circle were ordered to shout in unison: "General Tiangong has a life, whether he lives or dies, whoever gets Dong Zhuo's head will be rewarded with a county!" ”

The burly general who fled in front of the head was Dong Zhuo, at this time he was holding a giant single knife, burying his head to kill, trying to break through the enemy formation, the single knife head was extremely sharp, but the blade body was barbed and jagged, every time he swung a knife, there were three or two yellow turban soldiers were split into two sections, and there were almost no half-integrated enemies under his hands!

At this time, Dong Zhuo also knew that things were not good, and he just wanted to ride out alone, he saw that the wilderness was flat everywhere, and only one undulating hillside still had a chance to escape, so he gritted his teeth and rushed to the dirt slope where Pei Ling and others were hiding!

Seeing this, Zhou Cang was also a little impatient, turned his head to look at Pei Ling, and said eagerly: "I said, if you don't go up, the Han army will kill you!" ”

Pei Ling knew that he couldn't dodge, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go too!" ”

As soon as he gave an order, more than a thousand people stood up in the grass in an instant, and they didn't listen to the command, and hula rushed up, making Pei Ling, who just wanted to give orders, feel congested.

In his previous life, he was used to commanding the Ming army, especially the Qi family army, which was well-trained, and at this time, when he saw the Yellow Turban Army in a scattered formation, he was dumbfounded by the large gap.

Dong Zhuojun just came out of the encirclement, and he was intercepted, sparing him like a fierce beast, but he was invincible with two fists and four hands, and the tigers did not fight the wolves, and the rewards of that county were really tempting, and all the Yellow Turban Army, regardless of the soldiers or the leaders, chased him and cut him!

The few remaining Dong Zhuo troops were finally exhausted, and the last foot soldier was chopped off by the Yellow Turban soldier with a machete, and in the chaos, he was smashed to Dong Zhuo's feet with a hoe!

Dong Zhuo was furious, stomped on the head of the foot soldier with one kick, and roared angrily: "I, Dong Zhongying, have been crisscrossing Longxi, I have never met an opponent, I didn't think that this master's head is only worth a county, hahahaha, sad!" Amusing! ”

Dong Zhuo, who is surrounded by enemies, is like a trapped beast in a cage! In vain!

"Who wants my name! First of all, you asked me about these five feet of 'red blood'! Dong Zhuo's knife head reversed, and a handle hit his heart, which shocked his heart and strengthened his skills!

"Woo" A mouthful of black blood sprayed onto the big knife, and Dong Zhuo roared violently: "Blood River!" ”

In an instant, the one-handed giant blade named 'Red Blood' unleashed a faint stream of blood!

Pei Ling couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw Dong Zhuo's demonic bloodthirsty state, but this battle had nothing to do with him, just taking advantage of the chaos here and no one paying attention, he retreated from the formation and hid his figure far away.

Not long after he walked out, Dong Zhuo swung his knife on his horse, and within three zhang of his center, the shadow of the knife splashed everywhere, all the people, horses, plants, trees, and even weapons and armor were all cut into pieces by the strength of the knife, and there were still terrifying lines left by the 'red blood' sawtooth where the corpse was broken, which was mixed with internal organs and intestinal blood sprayed out!

At this time, Dong Zhuo was like a drum meat grinder that started at full horsepower, and in an instant, the sky and the earth were dyed red, and the broken limbs were scattered! Within a radius of 100 meters, red and white things flew sideways, extremely bloody, like an Asura hell! Even the soldiers who had been hiding with him just now didn't have time to escape, and were turned to dust by the terrifying blade!

In the distance, Pei Ling's pupils shrank, such a ferocious and powerful trick, how could he have seen it in the future generations, unimaginable!

Although the ragtag Yellow Turban Army on the field was no longer a young soldier, it was just a few farmers carrying hoes and farming a few months ago, how could he have seen such a bloody scene, and after being stunned for a moment, the panic overwhelmed the greed, threw down the weapon and fled!

For a while, the crowd was surging, pushing Pei Ling to run out, Pei Ling only had time to glance at Zhou Cang, and was scattered by the crowd.

The Yellow Turban Army fled, Dong Zhuo couldn't ask for it! But Dong Zhuo is willing, some people are unwilling!

The black-armored knight, who was still standing still just now, slowly dispersed the formation and suddenly attacked!

The object of their action was not Dong Zhuo, but to kill all the deserters who ran by them, leaving no one behind! It's like a demon summoned from the abyss by death!

Murderous! Ruthless! Cold!

Zhang Jiao, who was under the handsome banner, saw that the situation was out of control, and looked back at the little Taoist boy behind him who took a Dao talisman in his hand, lifted the three-foot Qingfeng upside down, pinched the talisman in his right hand, stepped on the step, and recited words in his mouth, and finally shouted "Like a law!" ”

The Taoist boy next to him suddenly sprinkled a jar of liquid in the altar at the Yellow Turban soldiers in the battle! The sudden Gan Lin and all the other Yellow Turban soldiers were stunned for a moment, their eyes slowly showing a scarlet luster, and they rushed towards Dong Zhuo like a madman who had lost his mind!

The storm has changed!

"Soul Loss! Demon Road! Use this demonic technique again!! Dong Zhuo was both shocked and angry, Zhang Jiao didn't use the Soul Loss Technique, and the Yellow Turban bandits who made the law would enter a state of madness, like a hungry beast!

However, this technique will cause great damage to people's spirits, and some people will permanently lose their minds and become madmen, and those who are too weak will even die directly after the state subsides.

But this side effect is not a problem for Zhang Jiao at all, these low-level soldiers can gather thirty or fifty thousand at will, and the Yellow Turban Army has relied on crowd tactics to win, and the death of a large number of troops is inevitable and unavoidable!

Pei Ling's place was within the range of the potion, and in an instant, Pei Ling smelled a foul smell, and instantly felt that his thinking was confused, and the mirror image of his killing in Haiphong appeared in his eyes!

Pei Ling was taken aback, forced himself to suppress the tyranny in his heart, turned around and rushed out of the crowd, the breath gradually dissipated, he gradually came to his senses, couldn't help but be shocked, and said to himself: "This... This is some kind of soulless potion, just sprinkled with the wind... It's really evil, can it be true that Taoism can't be successful? ”

Pei Ling was puzzled, so he glanced at Zhang Jiao a few more times, but saw that after the horn was cast, there was a little blood on his chest, and he was afraid that he had just spurted out blood.

Just as he was staring at Zhang Jiao, he didn't know that someone had a full view of his uncontrollable and unauthorized escape from the formation!

Sure enough, an elite soldier with a black horse and yellow helmet in the rear pushed Pei Ling violently and shouted: "Which general are you, you actually escaped from the battle!" ”

Pei Ling was pondering how to get by, and the Yellow Turban elite soldier actually picked up a long knife and slashed over, not forgetting to shout: "This person tied the Yellow Turban around his neck, I am afraid that it is a spy of the Dong Thief Army, and he wants to assassinate the great sage and good teacher, kill him!" ”

Pei Ling didn't know that pulling the yellow scarf to his neck would cause a big disaster, so he couldn't help but be shocked, raised his head to dodge, and the big knife passed by Pei Ling's face, shaving his cheeks painfully!

Pei Ling was in the enemy group, he didn't dare to fight, so he turned around and fled!

The man refused to give up, and pursued after him!

Misfortune is not a single line, and an elite soldier flashed out in front of him, holding a four-foot battle with a four-foot battle in his hand, looking at Pei Ling with a fierce look in his eyes, and rushing suddenly!

There are interceptions in front and chasing soldiers in the back, Pei Ling knows that there is no other way at this time, he has no choice but to resist, he does not wait for the enemy soldiers on the opposite side to approach, so he suddenly bullied forward, short to avoid the battle, elbows bulging forward, right in the opponent's heart!

Although that person is an elite soldier, he is just an ordinary soldier, how can he think that the other party is a veteran, he is hit hard, and he falls on his back, unconscious!

Pei Ling didn't wait for the man to fall to the ground, he stretched out his hand and scooped the Zhan Ge in mid-air in his hand, his body did not turn, his right arm quickly pecked Zhan Ge back, and the person with the big knife in the middle of the neck, killed with one blow!

Seeing this, the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers all raised their weapons and struck over!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Pei Ling used all his strength to dial left and right, and forcibly cut out a gap, he didn't dare to delay more, and a short donkey rolled into the crowd, and disappeared in an instant.

Pei Ling was just a ripple in the lake in this battlefield, and everyone's attention was in the center of the battle circle at this time, but he didn't know that Zhang Jiaozheng looked at Pei Ling without blinking, and there was surprise in his eyes!

At this time, Dong Zhuo, who was suffering from a tidal wave of attacks in the field, was already at the end of his crossbow at this time! Just now, he was already strong in urging his skills and depriving himself of physical strength, but the tiger was also difficult to defeat the jackals, and under the crazy suicidal attack of the Yellow Turban Army, he couldn't resist it!

"The great cause has not begun, and I will not be blind to death!" Dong Zhuomian forced to retreat from the enemy, looked up to the sky and roared, and raised the red blood knife with organs hanging in his hand to his neck!

Since the first year of Emperor Yongkang of the Han Dynasty, he served as Yulinlang until the Yellow Turban Rebellion on behalf of Lu Zhi's army, Dong Zhuo has been smooth, and now it is the time to show his great fortune, and he was trapped and killed by thieves so far, how can he be willing!

Maybe this Dong ****'s life should not be extinguished at this time, just when Dong Zhuo was in despair and was about to kill himself with a knife! A green glow flashed from behind the southwestern hillside! Poke straight into the black-armored Chinese army with Zhang Jiao!

Siege Wei to save Zhao!

The two black-armored knights who fell after the fall did not even see the enemy, and they were cut into four by Lian Da and Ma!

With a 'bang', the eight corpses fell to the ground at the same time, only a muffled sound was made in unison, and the bones and flesh organs at the cross-section were neat, making people's hairs stand up! What's even more strange is that the wound was not immediately splashed with blood!

"Hiss..."Zhang Jiao gasped, it was definitely not caused by the blade! It's a sword qi split body, such a domineering knife qi!

When you look closely, you will ride a yellow fat horse, without armor, wearing a green cloth robe, and you can't see your height on the horse, but your body is heroic and straight, and her face is like a viscous plasma that is about to dry up, scarlet bluffing!

The man's black dragon-like eyebrows, the corners of his eyes are upturned and narrow, like the eyes of the Nine Heavens Danfeng, as if they are open and narrow, which is very beautiful! There are electric sparks in the eyes, as if they can shoot a dazzling essence at any time!

The most eye-catching thing is that this person has a long beard, nearly two feet long, flying in the wind on his chest, so powerful!

He holds a giant long-handled strange knife, the length is higher than his man and horse, the knife body is inlaid with a dragon swallowing the moon, the green dragon is lifelike, as if you want to ride the wind and take off! If this knife is cut out, it is not impossible to open a mountain and break a lake!

Coming to the horizontal knife immediately, he flicked his chest and shouted: "Guan Yunchang is here, the thief Kou An dares to be presumptuous!!"