The next day, the clouds were thick, the cold wind was howling, and the goose feather snow continued to dance in the sky, and the heavy snow fell on the brown dead trees on both sides of the road, and the rolling trunks 'creaked'. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the wind struck, the stout dead trees were uprooted and flew wildly in the gloomy sky, like a gloomy coffin, suspended above the heads of the soldiers, weird and terrifying, terrifying.

"Quack-" Groups of jackdaws towering above, screaming and fluttering, a pair of small scarlet eyes, greedily staring at the soldiers below, as if they were no longer living humans, but delicious corpses.

"Click-"

At this moment, the red flag of the main general, which was dancing wildly, suddenly broke off from the middle, and it was like a coffin covered with red cloth, flying wildly above the heads of all the soldiers, and the high morale could not help but weaken a lot.

Xu Shu stared solemnly, leaving half of the wooden pole of the main general's flag, and said in a deep voice: "Lord, before the battle began, the main general's flag broke by itself, this is what the heavens are warning us." ”

Xi Zhicai looked up at the ups and downs of the main general's flag, was stunned, and coughed lightly: "Cough... Cough... It's better to change it to tomorrow. ”

Liu Yan's eyes were as sharp as a divine soldier, and he said in a firm voice: "Since the plan has been set, let's act according to the plan." ”

He glanced at the red main general flag indifferently, slowly looked back at the vast rear, and said in a deep voice: "Three hundred thousand yellow turban thieves may come to Yangcheng at any time. ”

"Wait one more day, add one more day of variables."

As soon as the words turned, Liu Wei stared at the city wall with a fierce battle intent, and shouted angrily: "The whole army charges!" ”

"Kill!"

"Eradicate rebellion!"

As soon as Liu Fan's order came out, the Huangfu soldiers led 5,000 rebel camp prisoners, and they roared and killed them again and again.

The roaring war drums, accompanied by the shouting of killing, and the sonorous sound of swords and spears, instantly formed a torrent of sound waves, carrying the surging blizzard from the horizon, rolling and sweeping away, instantly drowning the yellow turban thieves who laughed wildly.

Before the uprising, the Yellow Turban Thieves were just a group of mediocre commoners, even if they entered Yangcheng, they were also following behind the Cangtou Army, shouting slogans, and making a strong voice, when had they seen this scene.

The yellow turban thief heard the thunderous torrent of sound waves, looked at the dense knives and guns, and for a while, he didn't know what to do, but he was stunned and stunned in place, and he didn't move.

Even if someone moved, they were afraid to shrink in the corner, covering their ears, even so, the shocking roar still kept entering the ears of the yellow turban thieves, shocking them, looking extremely panicked, trembling madly.

"Help!"

"The Great Han Tiger Master is here, run!"

Soon after, the psychological defense line of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves was completely broken by the overwhelming roar, and one by one the ghosts and wolves fled to the bottom of the city wall, the sound was so terrible, as if the women, babies, and old people who had been tortured and killed by them before........

Li Damu was holding a ghost-headed knife, looking down at the killing Han soldiers with a heavy expression, and the corners of his eyebrows spasmed madly with the sound of war drums like morning bells and dusk drums.

Even in the extremely cold winter, his cheeks were still constantly scratching the big beads of sweat, and before they dripped to the ground of the city wall, they condensed into extremely cold ice beads, stabbing his whole body with chaff.

I don't know if it's because the wind is too strong, or for other reasons, Li Damu's big eyes have long narrowed into a line, and suddenly he heard that the Yellow Turban Army beside him dared to escape, and the fear in his heart seemed to have found an outlet, and he held the ghost head knife tightly with both hands, and struggled to cut it away.

At the moment when he urged the true qi, Li Damu, who was just a third-rate martial general, actually appeared with hundreds of true qi, and the martial arts realm had reached the grandmaster realm.

However, the true qi attached to the ghost head knife is not as pure as Liu Ban and Gan Ning, but a chaotic and mottled rough true qi, as if it was born with rare and exotic fruits.

Although the true qi is very rough, the Grandmaster Realm is a high-level and profound realm that surpasses the peak of the True Qi, even Zhao Yun and Guan Yu, who are as talented as the Ancient Heavenly Emperor, are only the peak of the True Qi, which shows the difficulty of breaking through the Grandmaster Realm.

Of course, talent is one thing, and the more important thing is perseverance, otherwise, no matter how high the talent is, it can only be inferior to ordinary people.

Li Damu's martial arts are also very rough, but under the drive of hundreds of true qi, the power generated is still amazing.

I only heard a loud 'boom', blood and flesh splashed, stones flew around, and hundreds of yellow turban thieves died tragically under the ghost-headed knife.

Li Damu glanced at the Ghost Head Knife in surprise, and secretly said thanks to Lord Yama, his eyes rolled and he shouted: "If anyone dares to be a deserter, this is the end." ”

The east city wall was silent for a moment, and the yellow turban thieves who had fled to the city in their cries stopped in place one after another, their eyes full of fear.

The Yellow Turban Thief looked at the Ghost Head Knife, and then glanced at the Great Han soldiers who were about to kill the city wall, gritted his teeth fiercely, moved his steps with difficulty, and guarded the back of the city wall again.

Liu Wei suddenly heard a huge explosion of true qi, and quickly looked at it, only to see a member of the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai holding a ghost head knife high, glaring fiercely at the Yellow Turban guard, as if there had been a civil strife.

Liu Bian's heart was overjoyed, the secret path had an opportunity, his right hand Huo Ran slapped on the red qilin, flew up, burst into dozens of brilliant lights, and constantly borrowed his strength on the city wall to kill Li Damu in the group of thieves.

"Kill!"

"Speed up, rush!"

The army of the rebel battalion looked like a crossbow arrow from afar, and Liu Yan, who flew out, roared louder and louder, and under the leadership of the imperial auxiliary army, his face flushed and strode forward.

Li Damu caught a glimpse of the other party's only dozens of true qi, his expression was extremely disdainful, and he couldn't even mention the idea of making a move in person, and shouted: "Whoever can kill the vanguard of the enemy army will be rewarded with a hundred gold." ”

At the moment when Liu Ban rushed onto the city wall, the Yellow Turban Thieves took a step back, and when they heard Li Damu's shout, they rushed over with blood-red eyes.

"His head is mine."

"You're a bird, it's mine."

"Idiot, Lao Tzu is a powerful forging body general, and the head is mine!"

Liu Wei had just leapt up the city wall, looking at the Yellow Turban thief who had been killed in a mess, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of extremely cold, equally excited smile, and laughed heroically: "If you want Lao Tzu's head, you are not qualified enough." ”

As the words fell, a large amount of red light true qi burst out from Liu Yan's body, and the Xuantie halberd in his palm dragged a true qi thunder composed of snow, cold wind, and brilliant light, and slashed away with a rumbling body.