The thirty-third round of the battle is a tragic song to kill the heroes of the Yellow Turban in the Sea of Blood and the Sea of Blood

Gao Shun, like ordinary soldiers, was combined in this huge circular formation, it is said that the circle formation is a stubborn formation, but there are no two words in the dictionary of "trapped camp", everything they do is for attacking, for killing, in order to spend the least cost to achieve greater results. For this group of elite soldiers, offense is the best defense!

Looking out from the observation hole of the shield, the Yellow Turban soldiers rushed over like a tide, and in a few breaths they came to the front of the circle formation, but this strong formation was the insurmountable barrier of the Yellow Turban Army today. For Gao Shun, who has always been taciturn, he gave the first password of the day: "Kill." The voice was calm as if it had nothing to do with the battle, and it was as if the person who gave the order was not fighting, but playing a game, a game in which blood was used as a prop and survival was a reward. He made himself the master of the game.

The voice was calm, but very penetrating, and all the soldiers replied in unison: "Drink! Immediately, with the gun on his shoulder, the shield in his hand, and the shield wall formed a circle formation, slowly rising from the ground, "one-two-one, one-two-one......" a strange trumpet, shouted in unison in the mouth of the "trapped camp" soldiers, this trumpet coordinated everyone's movements, and the entire circle began to rotate like a gear

"Ahh Belch! With the rotation of the circle, a series of miserable cries resounded under Yecheng, tragic and helpless, making people shudder. As the circle turned, the spears on the shield wall also moved, and the spears were different, and the shape was more like a double-edged halberd. The tip of the spear is three inches more than the normal spear, more flattened, left and right blades, when turning, it cuts through the throat, sweeps through the chest, cuts over the legs, and brings up one deep blood groove after another, one handle is square, one handle is another, the height is uneven, as the circle turns faster and faster, one by one the Yellow Turban soldiers are swept by the sharp spear, straight up and down, the flesh and blood are blurred, and finally, the hard is broken into several pieces! When the corpse went down, I don't know how many shots it had been cut, and the screams were heard by others, but I didn't know when it stopped. The ground was soaked in blood, and the bones were spread around the large array.

Nothing more than to die in an inch!

The screams, as the circle rotated forward, grew louder and louder, slowly, until the mourning was all over the field, and the sorrow was loud and sorrowful. Looking at the circle formed by the shield wall, I don't know when, it was full of stumps and broken arms, blood, dripping down the tip of the spear, dripping to the ground, the previous black shield and spear hung with dried blood, revealing dark brown, with the black background looks solemn.

Watching the tragic deaths of the companions in front of him and the Yellow Turban sergeants in the back, at this moment, I finally realized what fear is! What is the Hell Shura Field! Bursts of vomiting sounded on the battlefield, and some of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had never seen such a scene, and they collapsed all of a sudden, vomiting non-stop. But it will be an end to their lives. The trapped-in killing array will not stop for the slightest moment as the enemy collapses. Such a group of people who should not have come to this battlefield were ruthlessly swallowed up by the killing array that followed them, and maybe they would not go to the battlefield again in the next life. In just one cup of tea, more than 5,000 people died in this great array.

Bu Si, the general of the Yellow Turban Army, and Guan Hai glanced at each other, and Bu Si said to Guan Hai: "The only way to solve the battle now is to break the formation, and the vacancy in the middle is the only flaw. ”

"Don't do it, this big array is so terrifying, there won't be such obvious flaws, big brother, you have to be cautious!"

"I can't care so much, now Guan Yu's army has begun to enter the city, from the current point of view, we really don't have much time, if we can't rush through this circle formation before they all enter the city, then all the work will be wasted." The more than 10,000 brothers who died were given their lives in vain. Say no more! Foolish brother went! With that, he led a hundred men and turned to leave.

Looking at these lonely backs, Guan Hai has an indescribable desolation, this is a group of real warriors. Just like Jing Ke back then, he knew that he would never return, but even if he gave everything for his beliefs, he had to practice it. This is the warrior of Yanhuang, the real warrior.

"Yellow Turban Chief" is the elite soldiers trained by Zhang Jiao, they were born in a poor family of martial arts, in order to overthrow the oppression of the Han Dynasty, rose up to resist, almost all of them were rescued by Zhang Jiao from the execution ground, so Zhang Jiao is desperate, it can be said that this is a group of dead soldiers. Zhang Jiao has a total of 300 such men, and today in order to help attack Guan Yu's troops, he sent out 100 people, hoping to receive miraculous results. For them, it is feasible to break through the circle with the help of someone. Because the spears outside the shield are only eight zhang in total, and the height of the entire gun array is only six zhang.

The Yellow Turbans set up a ladder and sent the one hundred and one strong men forward with the barrels of their guns, hoping to open a gap in the circle. With just one gap, the array is broken. However, a harsher reality emerged.

When they crossed the gun forest in the air, most of them were about to land on the circle, and then suddenly a dense spear burst out from the gap in the shield, because the people were in mid-air, there was no way to dodge, only heard a "poof", the Yellow Turban warriors were like prey in a trap, and died, and they didn't know where the deadly spear came from. Seeing this scene, Bu Si's eyes couldn't help but redden, and blood poured into his pupils. These brothers have experienced countless life-and-death battles with him, and they are like brothers. The killing of their relatives aroused their blood, and they burst out with extremely powerful power, and Bu Si and the last twenty people jumped up, and they were about to fall into the circle.

Bu Si silently thought in his heart: "Brothers, go all the way, bless us with success today." Landing on the ground, he raised his single knife and slashed at the back of the trapped soldier, and the other Yellow Turban warriors did the same. Seeing that the blade was only an inch away from the soldiers trapped in the camp, but he would never be able to reach this inch, and the three large guns had already penetrated his body.

He struggled forward, blood running down the blood groove of the gun, just a little bit, but it was almost dark in front of his eyes, and he stabbed the blade in his hand with the last of his consciousness. The blade slashed feebly across the armor of the trapped soldiers, leaving not a single mark. In this way, one hundred and one warriors died in battle.

Finally, there was a first villain, turned around, and fled backwards like a desperate person, and then, the second, and the third, "However, under the shroud of the last and last darkness of the dawn, the soldiers behind did not see the things in front of them at all, thinking that the scream, from the mouth of others, still rushed forward desperately, but they were colliding with the soldiers who had retreated, and for a while, the formation was in chaos, and they could not advance, they could not retreat, and the scattered soldiers watched in horror as the circle formation that kept spinning, like a man-eating beast, chased up again, In their mouths, they roared weakly, and this became their last words before they died!

"Retreat! Retreat! Guan Hai's eyes were red from crying, and he held back his tears and commanded the retreat. This battle can't be fought! He can't hurt people, he can't hurt himself, at least, in front of him, he has no way to take this strange formation that is constantly rotating and harvesting people's lives! At the same time, he also knew that if this continued, then his army would be all accounted for here! Unless this round formation can stop, but God knows when this strange formation will stop!

The sun gradually rose, and the chaos of the Yellow Turban Army also lightened, Guan Hai hurriedly commanded the army to retreat, and the "trapped camp" did not chase and slowly stopped. From the city gate 300 steps to the city gate 800 steps, there are more than 10,000 corpses sleeping here in just 500 steps, the whole land is stained red with blood, and severed limbs and stumps can be seen everywhere, looking like a Shura field. The previous one hundred and one warriors are now also boneless, buried in this sea of Shura's blood.

This is the battlefield, without a trace of mercy! Not a shred of sympathy! There is no mercy at all! It won't show mercy to your men just because you're a hero! I won't let you live because you're a coward! The only rule on the battlefield is life or death! And you have to fight for the power of life with all your might!

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Is the water mirror badly written? Why are there so few clicks! Give the water mirror the strength to persevere!!!!