Speaking of which, I still underestimate my solid ability!

Cao Ang felt that he must have missed something, so he was discovered by Zheng Gu and ambushed by him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info ambush is terrifying, but it's nothing to the Flying Tigers, who are always on their nerves.

Look at the stance on this side, the number of enemies is more than twice as large as your own, and this does not include the other side.

The situation is quite dangerous!

But Cao Ang still insisted on one word: the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road!

One word, kill!

"Lejin, let's go!"

Cao Ang and Le Jin launched a charge almost at the same time, and they walked diagonally very tacitly, and the target was the front of Zhenggu.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Flying Tiger Army also followed, forming the most primitive shock formation, like a sharp knife, with the momentum of thousands of troops, rushing towards Zhenggu and their military formation.

"Die!"

Su Gu sensed that Cao Ang's strength was slightly weaker than Lejin's, and he fought with the idea of capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and his eyes were murderous, and the spear in his hand stabbed Cao Ang first.

His heart tightened, and he found that this army was different from any army in the past, it was well-disciplined, morale-strong, and the advance and retreat were quite orderly!

He suddenly had an ominous premonition that he would be out of the army today, and he would lose his troops!

"Lejin, the opportunity to make meritorious service is handed over to you!"

Cao Ang used the tiger pounce move, ignoring the attack of the Gu, and the spear in his hand stabbed at the Gugu with supreme might, using the courage of both defeats to arouse the fear of the Gu.

Due to the dual role of the war horse and the distance, Lejin was slightly half a body behind Cao Ang. When Cao Ang was the first to engage the enemy, he knew that his opportunity had come!

"The thief is so rampant that he will shoot me!"

Le Jin roared, the murderous aura on his body skyrocketed, and the spear in his hand was like a fierce tiger, showing sharp fangs towards Weigu.

He could have made a sneak attack, but he was afraid that Cao Ang would be injured, so he deliberately made a noise to attract the firepower.

In the face of the left and right attacks, he looked quite confident, and the spear in his hand turned into a block, and under one blow, he directly swung Cao Ang's spear away.

"That's a lot of strength! It seems that I am not his match yet! ”

Cao Ang was shocked, only to feel that after being touched by the gun, his gun body began to shake violently, and he couldn't maintain the impact posture at all.

This is so strong!

Although he is just a yellow turban thief, this martial art is really good!

What Cao Ang didn't know was that if it weren't for his five-bird drama that enhanced his strength, he probably wouldn't even be able to catch this blow from Zhenggu.

In Cao Ang's surprised gaze, he turned the head of the gun and fired another shot with lightning speed, colliding with Le Jin's spear.

The three of them began to fight, and not long after Le Jin was promoted to a first-class general, he had just comprehended the beauty of his strength, and because his force value was a little lower than that of Zhenggu, he was slightly at a disadvantage.

Cao Ang also saw stitches from time to time, and began to help Le Jin share some of the pressure, but he could also fight with Su Gu!

The cavalry is destined to be the king of this era, especially the Flying Tiger Army, which has been carefully trained by Cao Ang, and is even more skilled in martial arts and tacit in cooperation.

The soldiers of the Flying Tiger Army bypassed the three people who were fighting, and began to exert the impact of the cavalry, killing all the dozens of Yellow Turban Army cavalry at the front, and began to slaughter the Yellow Turban Army infantry behind.

Many of the Yellow Turban Army infantrymen brandished their weapons, and before they could utter their final shout, they noticed that the cold light flashed, and there was an extra spear in the vital part of their bodies, and they only let out a muffled roar or scream in a hurry, and fell in a pool of blood.

Of course, their resistance is still quite ferocious! Some inexperienced Flying Tiger soldiers were dragged off their horses by them and died heroically!

It didn't take long for Hao Zhao's side to start receiving the enemy.

Three thousand infantry poured out from all directions, and needless to say, brandished their weapons, began to break into battle.

The sword and shield soldier pressed his shield against the invading enemy, and the pikemen behind him came into play, piercing a bottomless bloody hole with a single shot of the incoming Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Brothers, kill me hard!"

Hao Zhao was also in the middle of the formation, shouting to calm the army's heart, and the spear in his hand kept wandering and spitting, and every time he clicked, he harvested the life of a Yellow Turban soldier.

At first, Hao Zhao's battle formation was still able to stop the attack of the Yellow Turban soldiers, but as time passed, the Yellow Turban soldiers began to attack from the flanks after being blocked from the front.

In the face of the fierce Yellow Turban soldiers, many sword and shield soldiers and pikemen were a little panicked, and they did not show their due strength at all, and they were slashed and killed a lot.

"Hold it all for me! A team of sword and shield bearers and pikemen, working together! We're going to win! ”

Where it is most dangerous, Hao Zhao will rush to it! While killing the enemy and fighting fires, he cheered and cheered, and rejuvenated the new vitality of this infantry.

The infantry were also deeply inspired, and they were not afraid of death at all, fighting with their lives, working in pairs, cooperating more and more closely, and fighting more and more heroically, dragging the Yellow Turban soldiers to death.

As time passed, the situation gradually turned around, and after the Yellow Turban soldiers were blocked from attacking, they began to flee in small areas.

Relatively speaking, the pressure on Dian Wei's side was relatively small, and only a thousand Yellow Turban troops attacked this side, and the number was just the same as Dian Wei's infantry!

There are two people in the lead, both with yellow scarves wrapped around their heads and holding ghost head knives, which are particularly distinctive. The former person has a pair of exaggerated big eyes, which is called Li Damu; The latter person has a particularly loud voice, and is called Zhang Leigong.

If you remove the fierce light in your eyes, you look no different from honest people. They were also the earliest commanders of the Yellow Turban Army, but unfortunately after being suppressed, they hid in Tibet all day long.

This time, Yu Poison came out of the mountain again, so he invited them over. They are also ready to make a big move, and the idea is very simple, that is, to loot the baggage here for daily needs.

The two of them ran at the front, rushing and roaring at the same time, not paying any attention to Dian Wei, who towered like an iron tower.

"Li Damu is here, the enemy will surrender quickly!" Li Damu ran faster than Zhang Leigong and roared towards Dian Wei.

"Li Damu, wait for me! Didn't you say before you set off that you would kill the enemy together? Zhang Lei's voice was like his own, buzzing in the clearing. When he saw that Li Damu wanted to swallow the war exploits alone, his heart was like a mirror, looking at Dian Wei who was not moving at all, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Fighting a war is not about who is bigger, but who is more ferocious. Don't underestimate his loyal appearance, the people who can become the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, there are not hundreds, but dozens of people who have died under him.

What he didn't know was that death had crept in, and the result that awaited the two of them was, if you run faster, you will die faster!

Dian Wei quietly watched Li Damu and Zhang Leigong rushing over, his eyes were full of disdain, the two second-rate generals dared to wave in front of him, either they were tired of being alive, or they had taken the wrong medicine!