Twenty miles southeast of Woniu Mountain, on the north bank of Rushui, Baiwei crossing.

It was already night, and the last grain ship slowly sailed into the ferry, and the number of grain ships entering the ferry village had reached 100.

These 100 grain ships, all under the banner of the Nanyang Army, were obviously transported from Nanyang and were to be sent to the Fubo front line to supply the main army of Minkxiong.

It was late at night, and in the forest north of the Dutou Water Camp, more than 3,000 Yellow Turban soldiers were silently crawling in the grass.

Zhou Cang, whose face was like black charcoal, held a big knife in his hand, and looked coldly at the brightly lit mink army water camp at the ferry

"Diao Xiong, what kind of ability do you have, you dare to threaten me Zhou Cang, I will rob your grain and grass tonight, I want you to know how powerful my Zhou Cang is."

With a cold snort, the green tendons on the back of Zhou Cang's hand holding the steel knife protruded, and a trace of murderous aura surged on his hideous face.

Soon after Zhou Cang rejected Diao Xiong's appeasement, Diao Xiong sent another envoy to deliver a second letter of surrender, with an unusually arrogant tone, claiming that if Zhou Cang did not surrender, he would raise a large army to fight for him in a few days, so that he would die without a place to be buried.

Zhou Cang was enraged, and he was determined to give Diao Xiong some color to see, so that he knew that he was not easy to mess with.

Three days later, Zhou Cang waited for the opportunity, and this large grain transport fleet had to spend the night in Baiweidu, which was not far from the Woniu Mountain where he was entrenched, because of the delay in the journey.

Zhou Cang had already reconnoitred, and the garrison of the camp was only 800, and the soldiers and horses who escorted the grain and grass were only more than 1,500 at most.

A god-given opportunity, Zhou Cang then exhausted the remaining 4,000 yellow turbans, copied the trail and touched the vicinity of Baiweidu, intending to rob this batch of grain and grass and give Diao Xiong a dismount.

The moon passes in the middle of the sky, and it is the right time.

Zhou Cang turned over his horse, slashed his long knife, and shouted: "Brothers, follow me into the camp, rob them of grain and grass, and let Mink Xiong's gang know how powerful Zhou Cang is." ”

In the midst of the loud shouting, Zhou Cang grabbed the horse's belly and rushed out of the forest.

The four thousand yellow turban thieves were in a roar, and this group of untidy grass robbers rushed to the Baiweidu camp with great momentum.

The rumbling shouts pierced the sky, and under the light of the fire, the sky shimmered with a glow like a streamer, which was the frightened defenders of the battalion, shooting arrows indiscriminately, like the cold light reflected by the arrows of the net.

The Yellow Turbans were coming very quickly, and the antlers on the periphery were quickly burned by them, and the scorched smoke filled the air, obscuring the dim vision.

Thousands of Yellow Turban sabers and shieldmen, under the command of Zhou Cang, bravely broke through the burned antlers on the periphery and struggled to cut the last antlers in the inner perimeter under the counterattack of the arrows in the camp.

As long as this heavy defense is broken, the Yellow Turban Army can rush in and kill into the Baiwei Water Crossing Camp.

Along the front line of the battalion, the 800 defenders were desperately resisting, but there were too few soldiers and horses, and the more they fought, the more they fell into an unfavorable situation.

Suddenly, the barracks in the northeast corner of the camp were cut down, and hundreds of Yellow Turban troops rushed in after the first attack, and the defenders could not stop them although they resisted desperately.

Those fierce and greedy Yellow Turban soldiers, like crazy, rushed out endlessly.

Outside the camp, Zhou Cang, who was commanding himself, finally stretched out his thick eyebrows.

Seeing his own soldiers rushing into the enemy camp from the breach, Zhou Cang's face couldn't help but show a little pride.

"Diao Xiong, I will accept your hundred boatloads of grain and grass in Zhoucang, I asked you to threaten me, haha-"

Zhou Cang's long knife was horizontal, and confidence flowed on his face, and he immediately ordered the whole army to attack and break the enemy camp in one fell swoop.

Inside the camp.

"General, the battalion gate will be broken, and the Yellow Turban Army has entered the net, it's almost." Li Yan, who was standing on the horse, turned his gaze to the young man beside him.

The mink male stood with a horizontal axe, the armor reflected the cold light, and a pair of eagle eyes burned with hunting and killing machines.

Behind him, three thousand elite infantry soldiers, like ghosts, stood in the darkness, and the killing force was full of steam.

The second letter of surrender that Zhou Cang received was just a trick by Diao Xiong, deliberately trying to provoke him to take the initiative.

And these 100 boats of grain and grass are bait to lure the enemy.

In fact, among the grain ships, there was not a grain of grain at all, but the elite of the 3,000-step cavalry under the command of Mink Xiong was hidden, and the journey was deliberately delayed, and he settled in this white reed, in order to lure Zhou Cang to come and rob the camp.

Now the trend is complete!

The murderous intent in Diao Xiong's eyes skyrocketed, and he slowly raised the axe in his hand, and shouted: "Blow the horn, the whole army will attack, and follow the general to clean up this group of Yellow Turban Army that does not know the height of the sky." ”

Woo woo woo -

The horn sounded, and the spirit of the three thousand elite mink infantry soldiers immediately tensed, and every young face burned with a stirring killing machine.

"Kill!" The mink man shouted, and the horse flew out.

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

Behind him, Li Yan and other 3,000 soldiers shouted in unison, and they were like ghost soldiers killed from the Netherworld, rushing out of the darkness and rushing towards the front line of the camp.

Outside the camp, Zhou Cang, who was killing and rising, suddenly heard a hollow and long horn sound in his ears, and the hollow seemed to come from hell.

The terrible sound of the horn came from the depths of the enemy camp.

The sudden movement made Zhou Cang instinctively look forward.

I looked far away, but I saw that in the depths of the enemy camp, a thick black line, like a torrent overflowing the embankment, was surging rapidly.

The earth shook beneath his feet, and the rumbling sound was like a giant beast underground, trying to break through the ground.

Thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers who were killing madly looked up one after another, and when they saw clearly what the approaching torrent was, everyone's faces instantly turned pale.

The sharp edge of the spear halberd pointing to the sky, the forest is like a forest, almost wanting to reflect the cold sky.

The banner that swept like a wave covered the sky and the moon.

The black pressure was overwhelming, like a dark cloud touching the ground, and it was raging, and what was rolling up behind it was a sandstorm.

The big banner with the word "mink", hunting and flying, murderous.

Diao Xiong, it is the elite soldiers of Mink Xiong's pro-command to kill!

Zhou Cang's originally confident and smug expression suddenly surged with infinite astonishment, as if he had seen the most incredible thing.

"Isn't Mink Xiong an orthodox army attacking Fubo, how can he appear here? There are obviously only more than a thousand soldiers and horses in this enemy camp, how can it be ...... that thousands of horses suddenly appeared?"

Zhou Cang's heart was terrified, and the hand holding the knife was trembling faintly.

In the front direction, the gates of the camps were wide open, and the iron-clad cavalry array was ruthlessly swept in with the momentum of the sky and the earth cracking.

The iron hooves rolled, and the killing rushed in, and the fierce momentum made the heavens and the earth change color.

Zhou Cang's face was violently terrifying, all his self-confidence seemed to be shattered in an instant, and the whole person fell into infinite horror.

"Retreat, the whole army retreats-" Zhou Cang suddenly woke up from his fright, and hurriedly ordered the whole army to retreat.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The surging iron horse roared like the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it was close to the front, and in the dust flying in the sky, the battle flag with the word "mink" fluttered proudly.

Mink Xiong was wearing Xuan armor, holding a slashing axe, wearing a black cloak, flying behind him like black lightning.

The young man's face was full of arrogance and murder that defied the world, and as far as the eye could see, the Yellow Turban Army blocking the way was as vulnerable as a chicken, a tile and a dog.

The 3,000-foot cavalry army, like a huge black giant spear, wrapped in the power to destroy everything, shot away.

In a hurry, the Yellow Turban Army crowded on the front line of the camp gate didn't even have time to turn back, and the rolling torrent of the iron cavalry collided with it.

Mink Xiong took the lead, roared sharply, and swept out with supreme strength with the axe in his hand.

Under the fierce and incomparably powerful blow, the Yellow Turban Sword and Shield Bearer who was blocking the front, even the human shield was poked into the sky, and the scattered pieces of flesh and blood fell all over the sky, which made the Yellow Turban soldiers all change color in shock.

And when they didn't even have time to be frightened, the mink male who landed on the prancing horse, swept the giant axe left and right, and countless streams of rainbows shot out, like a meat grinder, harvesting the heads of the Yellow Turban soldiers like straw.

Mink Xiong was like the sharpest arrow, easily tearing through the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, and the iron cavalry soldiers who followed followed swarmed in from the gap like tigers and wolves, tearing the breach bigger and bigger, and in an instant, the Yellow Turban Army that could not retreat was torn in two.

In the blink of an eye, the four thousand Yellow Turban soldiers were completely chaotic, falling apart, and disintegrating like ants that have collapsed their nests.

Seeing that Diao Xiong was so brave and his army collapsed, Zhou Cang was already shocked and changed, and for the first time in his life, a trace of deep fear flashed on his originally arrogant face.