Zhou Cang has been in the army camp for the past two days, he has not been able to fight, and he has to learn something all day long, and it hurts to think about it.

This time, he got Zhang Bao's general order and led the troops to fight, which was really like a caged bird flying high in the sky.

Zhou Cang took the lead and rushed to the front.

"Hurry up, let me tell you, Lao Tzu has already boasted in front of the general, if you make Lao Tzu lose face, Lao Tzu will definitely not let you go."

Zhou Cang kept galloping on his horse, and the soldiers behind him were getting farther and farther away.

"General, stop, stop." The adjutant general in the back galloped behind Zhou Cang, and shouted loudly: "General, the soldiers behind are already difficult to keep up, and the general is still a little slower,"

Zhou Cang looked back, because of the forced march, the soldiers behind him had been stretched into a long snake formation, the fastest one could barely follow his horse's ass to eat dust, but the slow one had already fallen several miles away.

Looking at the stretched line, Zhou Cang helplessly stopped his speed. If the soldier doesn't gather together, even if he gets to his destination, it's useless.

"The whole army slows down and moves slowly." Zhou Cang ordered to slow down, but he was in such a hurry, he only had a thousand soldiers and horses, and he had to feel it before the enemy army went down, otherwise once the enemy's fortifications were built, it would be tantamount to a fool's dream to attack the enemy camp with a thousand soldiers and horses under his command. But he also had to wait for the slower-running soldiers behind him.

The slow march is said to be slow compared to the previous rapid march, but it is still much faster for the speed of the daily march.

Seeing that the sky was about to get dark, Zhou Cang's heart also sank. If it gets dark, I'm afraid the enemy will go down.

"General, look, enemy," a sharp-eyed sergeant shouted suddenly, pointing ahead.

Zhou Cang raised his head suddenly, and sure enough, he saw that there was faint dust flying and a black torrent rolling in. The word "king" can be faintly seen on the flag held high. Presumably the vanguard of the Nanyang Army.

"Haha, it's not in vain that Lao Tzu hurried and hurried, and finally let Lao Tzu catch up. Brothers, rush forward with Lao Tzu. "Zhou Cang is about to rush to the enemy as soon as he takes the lead.

"General." Deputy General Zhou Wei grabbed Zhou Cang, and Zhou Wei sighed secretly in his heart: What kind of abuse did this create in his previous life, how could he be such a main general.

Zhou Cang glared at Zhou Wei angrily: "Why are you dragging Lao Tzu?" ”

"General, the enemy army has a lot of soldiers and horses, and our army only has a thousand soldiers and horses. It's better to wait for him to set up camp and suddenly rush up and kill him. Zhou Wei said patiently.

Zhou Cang thought about what Zhou Wei said was reasonable, so he followed Zhou Wei's opinion. He led a thousand soldiers and horses to hide beside the road, waiting for the enemy to set up camp.

Qin Jie got the order of Huangfu Song, so he mobilized troops and horses to go north. In addition, Wang Wei was sent as the vanguard of the front, so that he could investigate the enemy along the road, and then occupy Yexian first.

Ye County is the main traffic route between the county tomb and Nanyang, and whoever occupies Ye County first on both sides can block the other party from the outside of the city.

Wang Wei got Qin Jie's order to open the way for Nanyang County and ran all the way to Ye County. However, seeing that it was getting dark, he had to order the soldiers to camp up.

Zhou Cang, who was hiding in the forest, was waiting for this moment, and saw that the Nanyang army stopped. Secretly give the order and prepare to attack.

Some of the soldiers in the army cut down trees and buried pots to make food, and each performed his own duties. Wang Wei was about to take off his armor with the help of his soldiers. Although this armor can increase defense, armor weighing more than ten catties is not so comfortable to wear on the body for a day.

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

Suddenly, there were murderous sounds in the forest, and the Yellow Turban Army, led by Zhou Cang, rushed into the enemy camp. I saw Zhou Cang taking the lead, and there were soldiers in the barracks who had not yet reacted, Zhou Cang raised his knife and fell, and with a "plop", the headless corpse fell softly.

There are hundreds of people, all kinds of people. There are thousands of people, overwhelming. Although there are not many soldiers and horses in the two armies, they are still people all over the mountains.

Except for the beginning of the battle, the officers and soldiers who reacted slowly were cut to the ground, and those who reacted quickly immediately held weapons and fired back at the enemy.

Two teams of different colors fought together, and there seemed to be no other colors in the sky, only black and yellow, and there were more and more stumps and broken arms on the ground.

The weight of the big knife in Zhou Cang's hand was more than ten catties, coupled with Zhou Cang's huge strength, and it was often a slash that several enemy soldiers were cut off by the waist. Coupled with the hideous look on his face, often whichever side he went, the officers and soldiers on which side quickly dispersed.

Zhou Cang had no scruples in the crowd and went on a rampage.

Seeing that the morale of the Nanyang army was getting lower and lower under the pressure of Zhou Cang's terrifying momentum. Wang Wei said secretly: I want to suffer. What you fight on the battlefield is morale, and what you fight is the courage to die or die. Now under the oppression of Zhou Cang, the Nanyang army is scattered and runs away, and it will definitely be defeated if it continues like this.

"The black man is crazy, does Nanyang Wang Wei know it?" Wang Wei left the ordinary soldiers of the Yellow Turban and turned to kill Zhou Cang. The spear in his hand pulled out several spear flowers and stabbed Zhou Cang's chest.

Zhou Cang, who was slaughtering, suddenly felt a murderous aura from behind him go straight to his heart, and suddenly turned his head, only to see Wang Wei stabbing at him with a spear.

"Good time." Zhou Cangwei screamed, did not dodge or dodge, and dragged the spear stabbed by an officer and soldier with one hand, and jerked hard, and the officer and soldier suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. Zhou Cang sneered and stabbed the officers and soldiers to death with a spear. Then he threw the spear in his hand at Wang Wei and broke his spear. Wang Wei saw the spear rushing forward, and the spear in his hand changed, and with a "snap", the spear was knocked away.

Zhou Cang took advantage of the momentary opportunity, the war horse under his crotch suddenly accelerated, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Wang Wei's side, and the big knife in his hand slashed towards Wang Wei's neck in a sideways posture. If it is not blocked this time, Wang Wei's neck will definitely be separated.

Seeing Zhou Cang's knife attack, the distance was too close, and it was too late to block the gun. Between the lightning and flint, Wang Wei's face turned ruthless, and he shouted loudly with a crazy face, "Even if I die, I will pull you on your back." ”

Wang Wei, who held the mentality that I don't want to die or you don't live, used the spear in his hand as a stick and slammed it towards Zhou Cang's waist.

Zhou Cang didn't want to die with him, the current form is very good, these Yellow Turban Army have fought a few battles with Huangfu Song's command, and they are all surviving veterans.

Although there is no systematic training, none of those who can survive on the battlefield are cowards. Not to mention that each has experienced a hundred battles, it is not comparable to ordinary people.

Although the soldiers of Nanyang County were able to defeat the Yellow Turban Army under Zhang Mancheng of Wancheng, they were tragic in the face of Zhou Cang's group of Yellow Turban Army today.

At this time, on the battlefield, the officers and soldiers had long lost their courage, and some of them had already fled in all directions. In this kind of good situation, how could Zhou Cang end up with Wang Wei.

Zhou Cang didn't want to die with him, so he had to give up the attack, and instead turned the tip of the big knife in his hand downward, exerted force with both arms, and suddenly rushed towards the spear that was coming from his waist.

The two high-speed moving forces collided violently together, and with a "click", Wang Wei's spear broke in two. Taking advantage of this moment, he suddenly jumped out of his horse. Wang Wei, who picked up his life, was wet all over, and the cold sweat on his head also ran down his forehead.

When he was happy to survive, he looked around and was dumbfounded.

I saw countless Nanyang troops fall to the ground, and the rest fled in all directions. However, the Yellow Turban Thieves were all chasing and killing the fleeing officers and soldiers with red eyes, and the officers and soldiers who ran slowly were caught up by the Yellow Turban Army behind and directly slashed to the ground.

"Is this still a Yellow Turban Thief? Is this still a Yellow Turban thief who is underground and slaughtered by others? Wang Wei felt that his worldview was about to collapse.

He is the main force participating in the fight against Zhang Mancheng, when he defeated Zhang Mancheng, he was still complacent in his heart, only tens of thousands of people defeated hundreds of thousands of yellow turban thieves, but those tens of thousands of yellow turbans are not even a fart compared to these yellow turban troops in front of him.

He was afraid, this is only a thousand Yellow Turban Army, but there are a full 150,000 Yellow Turban Army in the county tomb, so Nanyang County is not a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?

"No, I'm going to run, I'm going to run back and tell my lord." He shouted in his heart.

Qingfeng knelt down and bowed to the lords: "Please reward the lords with some recommendation votes for the last general, and collect more." The last general will definitely redouble his efforts to code words to give back to all the lords. ”