When Zhang Yan led people to ambush the Hanoi army, Yang Feng had already met Yang Feng of the Baibo army face to face.

These two people are considered to be the elders of the Yellow Turban Army, and at the time of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, they were already one of the commanders, and now that so many years have passed, their rights do not seem to have risen much. Yang Feng is in the Black Mountain Army, he can be regarded as the second leader, and there is a Zhang Yan on it. And Yang Feng was also pressed by Guo Tai in the Baibo Army. The status of the two is also about the same.

"Are you going back, or do you have to fight me?" Yang Feng sank his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Keep fighting...... It was the Yellow Turban soldiers who were damaged...... How about borrowing a step to speak? Yang Feng looked around at the surrounding environment and said abruptly. It seems that Yang Feng did not come to fight, but to catch up with old friends.

"Okay......" Yang Feng was not very interested, and replied to Yang Feng without hesitation.

"Chief, no! Yang Feng's martial arts ...... "Many people under Yang Feng know the prestige of Yang Feng in the Black Mountain Army, and they are not at ease that the two of them are alone.

"Don't say it, Brother Feng won't be a villain!" Yang Feng waved his hand lonely, and the horse was like Yang Feng walking over.

"We're also old friends, don't talk nonsense, Feng doesn't say much, in just half a year, the Yellow Turban wrestlers who had the potential to burn the prairie at that time were wiped out like a strong wind urging dry grass, Yingchuan Qu Shuai Bocai, Xiaoqu Shuai Peng Tuo, Qingzhou Qu Shuai Guan Hai, Dongjun Qu Shuai Bu Ji, Nanyang Qu Shuai Zhang Mancheng, and Zhang Niujiao Dashuai, Li Damu Divine Envoy, Sun Xia, etc., the generals of the Heavenly Army were killed one after another, especially after the death of the great sage and good teacher, the Yellow Turban believers all over the world were panicked, where is there still a little bit of sweeping the world?" Yang Feng glanced approvingly at Yang Feng, who came alone, and said word by word.

"Don't be a yellow scarf...... There's not much to live in this world, right? Yang Feng's brows furrowed tightly, and his hands clenched and loosened.

"Are your brothers clean?" Yang Feng didn't answer, but asked abruptly.

"Reluctantly, I'm afraid it's ...... Alas......" Yang Feng said bitterly.

"That Xu Huang is your countryman, right? That guy didn't seem to like you back then, but when we met him a few years ago, we all looked a little old. Yang Feng spoke in a disorderly manner, as if he was chatting with this same surname who had a common idea back then.

"Is he okay? This kid ......" Although Yang Feng was preoccupied, when he heard Xu Huang's name, there was an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"He is very good, like a handsome bull horn, although he is still childish, but the heavy momentum can no longer be hidden. Lu Zhengbei seems to be very optimistic about him. Yang Feng stroked the horse's mane and stretched his waist indifferently. That's pretty much it, do you want to retreat or stay? ”

Yang Feng pursed his lips and tried his best to contain the wry smile on the corner of his mouth. "This guy is still the same as he was at the beginning, crazy, if you surrender seriously, maybe ......"

"Let's fight again!" Yang Feng's longitudinal horse without looking back went straight to the main formation.

"It's still a good acquaintance, there aren't many people who know each other in the yellow scarf!" With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Yang Feng slowly knocked on the horsewhip, looked at the chaotic formation on the opposite side, and firmly took out the order flag on the horse's belly, and waved his hand!

Soon, the two teams, which were originally from the same root, collided head-on.

After streamlining, the Black Mountain Army, which had experienced many real battles, tossed and turned like an angry dragon, with Yang Feng as the leader, and in the blink of an eye, it was inserted into the White Wave Army.

Compatriot......

Yesterday it was called so, and today it is only about life and death.

This is destined to be a battle without a winner, although the high-spirited Montenegrin army tried its best when wielding weapons, the unbearable in his heart was also revealed on his face covered with blood.

"For the sake of the old and weak women and children who are far away in the party!" I don't know who roared.

"Kill, kill, kill," the Montenegrin soldiers collectively shouted, not only for themselves, but also for their descendants, for their families.

The neighing of war horses and the shouts of generals converged into a unique symphony that resounded over the battlefield.

This is a strengthened Montenegrin army, which is more elite than the ordinary Han official army. Where can the remnants of the white wave in front of you resist?

What's more, Yang Feng, who is the chief general, doesn't know what he's busy with at the moment, so he doesn't even glance at the battlefield where the battle is being fought.

"Quickly give the order, and the people of the headquarters will concentrate on the left flank!" Yang Feng's first words when he returned to the headquarters were to gather his men to the left wing.

"Let the leaders of the other departments lead their own resistance to buy time!" After the headquarters made arrangements, Yang Feng asked his own soldiers to convey the arrangements of the others.

The combat power of the Black Mountain Army was originally above the White Wave Yellow Turban, and it was also the main general who was brave and brave, and the soldiers used their lives, and when the White Wave Army was still waiting for the leader to shout, it had already killed in the middle of the scattered formation. Suddenly, a stump and severed arm fell to the ground like rain. The blood stimulated the wildness of the Black Mountain soldiers, and at the same time made the hostile White Wave and Yellow Turban soldiers even more panicked.

After the Yellow Turban soldiers at the rear of the battle formation saw the tragic situation of the vanguard team, many people had the idea of retreating, and cowardice before fighting was originally the specialty of the Yellow Turban Army, and the White Polish Army seemed to have inherited this characteristic and flinched one after another.

Yang Feng was frightened enough by such a fierce momentum of the Black Mountain Army, it is said that it is impossible for a once famous general to rely on a slightly elite soldier to beat him without a backhand, and there is naturally something greasy in this. But seeing Yang Feng's killing momentum like chopping melons and vegetables on the battlefield, Yang Feng really had the urge to turn around and leave at this time.

"Fuck, do you need to work so hard?" Yang Feng gritted his teeth and scolded.

"Drumming!" Yang Feng, who hesitated for a while, had to give the order to beat the drum, just to gather a little morale and slow down Yang Feng's offensive.

Yang Feng's bravery was fully revealed at this moment, everywhere he went, Bai Bo sergeants avoided one after another, and those who couldn't dodge immediately became the ghosts of the guns, and Yang Feng, who was usually gentle and elegant and looked like a Confucian student, was like a killing god at the moment, and his body was soaked red with blood.

The sound of the drums struck the hearts of every White Polish soldier, calming their trembling hearts a lot, feeling the superiority and inferiority of the number of people around them, and once again slaughtering towards the Black Mountain team.

The Montenegrin Army led by Yang Feng was like a sharp knife, straight into the position of the White Polish Army, standing on a high place, you can see that under the charge of the Black Mountain Army, the White Wave Army was cut in half, and the courage of the White Wave Yellow Turban just rose was also completely shattered.

Compared with the momentum of the Montenegrin army, the hearts of the White Wave and Yellow Turban troops were scattered, and the bright swords and guns in the hands of the Montenegrin soldiers made it difficult for them to look directly, especially under Yang Feng's almost inactive attitude, they no longer had the courage to meet the enemy.