Early in the morning, the school field in Yangzhai City. More than 15,000 guards in the city lined up in a square and stood solemnly on all sides of the school grounds, guarding the entire school field without making a sound.

And among these guards stood more than 7,000 murderous cavalry. These men were dressed in armor, with long swords and spears on their backs, and under them were heavily armored horses. Just standing there gives you a sense of suffocation that comes from oppression.

Under the high platform, Xi Zhicai and Xu Shu stood opposite these cavalry. Looking at the more than 7,000 soldiers of the Badao Battalion, the two felt that the temperature around them seemed to have dropped, and everywhere was full of cold killing intent.

Xi Zhicai glanced back at Sun Ling, who was wearing silver armor and holding a fine iron spear and pointed obliquely at the ground on the high platform, a little confused, what kind of person is this? Biwen, he used his talent and scientific name to spread the world, and he even impressed himself and several friends. In the competition, he used 5,000 cavalry to defeat hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans, and took the life of the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai Bocai among the 10,000 troops, shocking the world!

Shaking his head and throwing out all kinds of distracting thoughts in his mind, Xi Zhicai looked at these soldiers of the Sword Battalion in front of him, and the surging blood in his body seemed to ignite him. With such an army, even if there is ten times the Yellow Turban Army in front of him, he dares to wave his army and directly step on them! Glancing at Xu Shu, both of them saw the excitement in each other's eyes. That's right, it's exciting, with the backing of the Tyrant Battalion, they believe that what they have learned will definitely be able to be used without reservation.

The wind rose and rolled up the cloak behind it. Sun Ling looked at the soldiers of the sword battalion in the audience, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, this is his sword battalion, the elite of the elite. He swept out the spear in his hand, and the sound of a concussive air explosion in the air was heard.

"Who are you?" The spear was pointed at the phalanx of the Badao Battalion under the stage, and Sun Ling shouted.

"We are the Tyrant Battalion, the Lord's Tyrant Battalion!" More than 7,000 soldiers of the Badao Battalion shouted in unison with their knives slapping their armor, their movements were neat and powerful, and the impact sound of the long knife against their chest and the armor collided made the entire school field filled with a fierce murderous aura!

"Good! Now all the soldiers of the Badao Battalion will follow me out of the city to sweep the Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan County, and from today onwards, I want the Yellow Turban soldiers to hear that my Badao Battalion is terrified. Let's go! ”

Sun Ling gave an order, and the guards on all sides of the school field retreated to the left and right, making way for a wide road to lead to the city gate for the Badao battalion to walk! The sound of horses' hooves, the sound of armor clashing, as the sword battalion moved out of the city, the entire Yangzhai City seemed to be shaking. The soldiers on both sides looked at the Badao battalion passing by with solemn expressions. The Badao Camp is the goal of their training, and it is an honor to be able to enter the Badao Battalion!

With the closing of the city gate, the Badao battalion left Yangzhai City. Sun Ling, the leader, rode a white dragon horse and stood in front of the military formation of the Badao Battalion, and behind him were Xi Zhicai and Xu Shu. This time he went out to sweep the yellow turbans in Yingchuan County, and Sun Ling only brought Xi Zhicai and Xu Shu as military advisers. Because Xu Huang wanted to train the guards in the city, he was left behind by Sun Ling as a general to defend the city. As for Xun Yu, Xun You, and Chen Qun, they were left by Sun Ling to take care of the affairs of the city. The current Yangzhai City is the rear of all Sun Ling's grain and grass, and there is no room for loss!

"Lord, in front is Wujia Village, where more than 8,000 Yellow Turban soldiers are stationed, and the leader is Huang Shao, the commander of the Yellow Turban Xiaofangqu. Wujia Village was just occupied by the Yellow Turban this morning, and this is the village chief who escaped from the village just now. Tanma pointed to an old man beside him who was in tattered clothes and looked a little frightened and said to Sun Ling.

After hearing Tanma's words, Sun Ling jumped off the white dragon horse and came to the old man. He looked at him kindly and said, "Don't be afraid, the village chief, I am Sun Ling, the general of the Han Hussars, and I came here to exterminate the Yellow Turban rebels." I wonder how the people in the village are doing now? ”

The old man heard Sun Ling say that he was a big Han hussar general, although he didn't know how big an official the hussar general was, but looking at the terrifying sword battalion behind Sun Ling, he also knew that Wujia Village was saved this time. The old man looked at Sun Ling with two lines of turbid tears and said, "General, please save our Wujia Village." In the morning, the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai Huang Shao entered the village with the Yellow Turban thief, and killed people when he saw them, even the little doll who was a few years old was not spared, and the women in the village were even taken captive**. A young man in the village sent the old man and me out, and was surrounded by that group of thieves, the old man, I beg you to have mercy and save us! After speaking, the old man made a gesture to kneel down to Sun Ling.

Seeing that the old man was about to kneel, Sun Ling hurriedly stepped forward to support him. These brutes! Sun Ling listened to the old man's words. His face was calm, and the fierce murderous aura forced the two military divisions behind him to retreat. It was only when he saw the old man's body trembling under his momentum that he woke up, and hurriedly put away the killing intent in his heart. whispered to the old man: "Village chief, don't worry, don't even think about the Yellow Turban traitors here today!" ”

"Kill me, I can't let go of any of the yellow scarves in Wujia Village today!" Sun Ling turned his head and shouted at the soldiers of the Badao Battalion, and after speaking, he rushed towards Wujia Village with a spear and a horse.

As Sun Ling took the lead and galloped towards Wujia Village, the soldiers of the Badao Battalion followed. "Boom, boom!" Seven thousand iron horsemen stepped on the ground, bringing a deafening sound like thunder descending from heaven!

Several Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the entrance of the village saw Sun Ling riding their horses and the black torrent behind them, so they were so frightened that they hurriedly turned around and were about to run towards the village. However, how could Sun Ling, who was furious at this moment, tolerate them to escape? A cyan spear more than two feet long flew out of the iron spear and slashed at the waists of several Yellow Turban soldiers who had turned and fled.

"Whew!" Several Yellow Turban soldiers were split in half by the green mang. After running forward a few steps below the waist, he fell to the ground, blood gushing out!

"Kill!" After slashing a few Yellow Turban soldiers in an instant, Sun Ling's killing intent surged out! The soldiers of the Badao Battalion who followed closely pulled out their back spears and headed towards the yellow turbans in the village!

"Divided into ten brigades to encircle and suppress, not a single one is allowed to let me go!" Shaking off a corpse hanging from the tip of the gun, Sun Ling shouted at the soldiers of the Badao Battalion beside him.

One by one in Wujia Village, the yellow scarves fell under the guns of the Badao Battalion, and the iron cavalry stepped on them and lifted up a piece of meat paste. Screams and cries filled the small village. Most of the Yellow Turban soldiers tried to escape, but there were soldiers from the Tyrant Battalion everywhere. Some of them had just run out of the village when they were caught up and killed by the people of the Badao Battalion.

"Lord, there are more than 1,000 yellow scarves on the periphery of a house in front, and the leader is that Huang Shao, he said that he wanted to surrender, and his subordinates didn't know what to do." A leader of the Sword Battalion came to Sun Ling's side and pointed to a house not far away.

"As I said, there is not a single yellow scarf left in Wujia Village today. Drive! Sun Ling glanced at the captain coldly, and then rode his horse in the direction of the house he pointed to!

Looking at the distant figure of the lord, the captain broke out in a cold sweat. He could feel the fierce killing intent in the lord's eyes, if he was a yellow scarf now, he was afraid that he would have died under the lord's gun, right? looked at the position where the lord was standing just now, and the miserable yellow turban soldiers everywhere came into view.

"I told you that the lord is very angry now, and he just killed them, you don't believe it, you have to ask. It's cool now, I was scared by the lord just now, right? Tsk, these yellow turban thieves are really not long-sighted, and they don't have to provoke right and wrong in front of the lord where they go. Yang Er on the side glanced at the tragic situation of the yellow turban corpse on the ground, and said with a smile to the captain.

"These damn yellow scarves are a mess of sins. I was really afraid that my lord would slaughter me just now. Hurry up and keep up with the lord, I'll kill a few more to vent my anger! The captain couldn't help but shudder when he remembered Sun Ling's eyes just now. After finishing speaking to Yang Er, he chased after Sun Ling.

Sun Ling came to this group of yellow turbans surrounded by the sword camp, and at this time, the yellow scarves in other parts of the village were all killed, and there were only more than 1,000 people left in front of him.

Among these yellow scarves is a general wearing armor, and this person is Huang Shao. Huang Shao saw that Sun Ling was wearing silver armor and the white dragon horse was sitting under him, so he knew that Sun Ling was the leader of these god-killing gods. Pushed away the Yellow Turban soldiers who were surrounding him and walked out. Huang Shao said to Sun Ling coquettishly: "General, we are willing to surrender, beg the general not to kill again!" ”

"Will you surrender? How many innocent people have you killed in this Wujia Village, and have you asked them if they will surrender if they will die at the hands of your group of brutes? If I don't kill you, am I worthy of the innocent people and the women who were killed by you? Today you will die, kill me! ”

As soon as Sun Ling's killing word was shouted, the soldiers of the Badao Battalion, who were already ready to kill the enemy, rushed towards the yellow scarf in front of him! Looking at the Badao battalion that was rushing to kill, Huang Shao knew that he could only rush out desperately, and slashed at Sun Ling who was sitting on a horse with a long knife.

Looking at Huang Shao who was swinging his knife at him, Sun Ling tightened the reins, and the white dragon horse stood up, kicking Huang Shao who was rushing over to the ground with his hooves. Sun Lingce immediately stepped forward, carrying a spear and rushing towards Huang Shao, who had fallen to the ground, "sneering" the spear blade across his neck, and a human head rolled to the ground. Glancing at the human head lightly, Sun Ling continued to kill towards the yellow scarf beside him!

This was a merciless killing, and only the blood of these yellow turbans could extinguish Sun Ling's anger!