"The first time I saw the elite soldiers trained by the lord, I didn't expect it to have such momentum! It is worthy of being a famous family! Xiahoudun was full of praise for the shining appearance of the first dead soldier and the Violent Bear Battalion, and then a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cao Ang's father died early, and he, who is an uncle, of course can't lose Cao Ang's face!

"It's our turn!"

Xiahoudun led the 4,000-strong army in the center and began to attack, and his task was easier than that of the large armies on the left and right flanks.

After all, the first to board the dead and the Storm Bear Camp is not a joke!

Cao Ren on the left flank and Zhao Yun on the right flank were also not to be left behind, commanding the army to start attacking, like two big pincers, and began to pincer towards Bu Ji's Yellow Turban Army.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army saw Cao Ang take the lead in the charge, and their performance varied, some wanted to escape, some wanted to fight, which changed dramatically from the morale of the siege of Cao Cao.

And such a change is brought about by Cao Ang!

It's good that he's not a great sage, but if he is, it's a great sin of disrespect!

Cao Ang and Cao Chun stood side by side, waiting for the best opportunity to attack in front of the Flying Tiger Army!

When you become the lord, you still have to be safe, and you can't sell your name to learn from the little bully.

After Sun Jian's death, Sun Ce, the little overlord of Jiangdong, laid down half of Jiangdong, but he relied on his martial arts and liked to hunt alone, but the enemy found an opportunity to assassinate him in the wild.

Therefore, Cao Ang was hindered by the change of identity and kept a low profile.

"If you don't want to die, give me a battle to kill the enemy!" Bu was already a little anxious and shouted, and the military spirit of the Yellow Turban Army stabilized a little.

Bian Xi had already taken advantage of Bu's inattention to mobilize the elite people of the headquarters, about 10,000.

Just now he saw Zhao Yun's wonderful performance, and saw Cao Jun's high morale, knowing that although there were many people on his side, he was not an opponent at all.

Thirty-six strategies, he didn't learn much, but he still recognized the first plan as the first plan.

Therefore, taking advantage of the fact that no one cares about the back, he has already mobilized his elite men to the rear, ready to slip away at any time.

"Die for me!"

Liao Hua held two knives in his hand, and swept out at the same time, without any fancy at all, and directly cut down the two Yellow Turban soldiers who were blocking the front to the ground.

His knife was fast, accurate, and ruthless, and whoever stopped in front of him was cut in two!

The killing intent began to spread rapidly from Liao Hua's body, and it has been enveloping every charging first dead soldier!

According to Cao Ang's original idea, the first dead soldiers were dressed in cloth clothes, and they were at the forefront of every charge, and they were all elite soldiers who were not afraid of death!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The first dead men were all armed with broadswords, and like tigers entering a flock of sheep, they began to bite violently among the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Be the first to board the dead, unstoppable!

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were all surprised and frightened, and they were at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the first dead soldiers, and there were countless dead and wounded, and a huge hole was torn open at once.

They were timid and began to retreat, but there were too many people behind them, so they had to push and trample on each other.

For a time, the crowd was surging, and there were countless casualties!

"Fence me up and kill them all!"

While he was already frightened of the first to die, he did not sit idly by, but commanded the Chinese army to start blocking it.

Once the war began, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army could not be so scrupulous, and some people who were not afraid of death followed Bu Ji's instructions and began to surround the advancing soldiers from behind.

"The Bear Camp is here!"

Le Jin shouted, and he and his Storm Bear battalion came to reinforce the first dead soldiers.

I saw him take the lead with one shot, and the spear in his hand swept through thousands of troops, sweeping a large area of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who wanted to encircle.

Received Zhao Yun's silent encouragement, he began to completely like the spear, and began to rampage through the crowd with the spear in his hand.

The Storm Bear Battalion is all spears, and they have an advantage in the length of their weapons, and they begin to charge the Yellow Turban soldiers!

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had very few pikemen, and their sense of cooperation was not as strong as that of the Storm Bear Battalion, and they were basically stabbed to the ground by Rulin's spears.

The sound is like thunder, and the momentum is like a violent bear!

What a Bear Camp!

The Yellow Turban soldiers in the middle of the road faced a strong onslaught and began to retreat, and in a short time, thousands of people were killed and wounded.

The dead are gone, but many of the Yellow Turban soldiers who are not yet dead are still on the ground, wailing and howling in pain, drowning in the earth-shattering shouts of killing.

"Good mid lane!" Cao Ang looked at Bu Ji in the distance and raised his middle finger.

The collapse of the Yellow Turban Army in the middle is inevitable!

Cao Ang and his army are like a fierce tiger that cannot be stopped, Bu has realized the danger of the battle, but he has already ridden the tiger hard.

What to do? Let's fight first! Bu has made up his mind to resist to the end!

"Kill me! Retreat from the latter slash! ”

Soon, some of the retreating Yellow Turban soldiers were killed by their own people, and the Yellow Turban soldiers were like facing a great enemy, and with fear they re-killed the fierce first dead soldiers, and they were able to stabilize their positions.

With the Yellow Turban Army in the center, the Yellow Turban Army on the left and right flanks also have a one-sided tendency.

"Kill me!"

Since the death of Cao Cao and Cao Hong, Cao Ren has been holding a breath in his heart, which disturbs him!

Thinking that they had died in the hands of these dirt buns in front of him, Cao Ang rushed in front of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers with the help of his horse and began to kill!

The spear in his hand began to dance wildly, like a silver serpent, killing one or more enemies with each attack!

In an instant, he turned into a killing machine and began to slaughter on a large scale.

The 20,000 soldiers behind him also began to rush bravely, and they were all completely open, whether it was momentum or force, they had to overwhelm the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of them.

After the fall of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers, the Yellow Turban soldiers on the left flank began to retreat, desperately shouting and fleeing backwards.

The left wing is beginning to crumble, and the right wing is not far behind.

The right-wing soldiers and horses led by Zhao Yun also have as many as 20,000, and they have also gone through the baptism of the battlefield, and their combat power is much higher than that of the Yellow Turban Army in front of them.

They were honored to find that Zhao Yun was their leader, and Zhao Yun's superb performance just now completely conquered them. First, they belonged to the mourning soldiers, and secondly, they were inspired by Zhao Yun, and they did not fall behind when they killed the enemy.

Zhao Yun launched a charge again, this time, he was not alone, but 20,000 people!

He was grateful to Cao Ang, although he was not the most elite army of Cao Jun, but his number accounted for a small half of Cao Jun, which was enough to see that Cao Ang took a fancy to him.

He was a little ecstatic, he was a little angry, in the face of Cao Ang's father-killing enemy, Zhao Yun chose not to stay, a bright silver spear made it superb, and a white horse rushed unstoppable!

Zhao Yun's soldiers, no one can shake it!

He is the spearhead of the right wing, and wherever he rushes, a piece will fall!