"Kill—"

Dian Wei was the first to rush out, like a pitch-black god cast in iron, brandishing a jet-black halberd in his hand, screaming strangely, and instantly burst into the Yellow Turban Formation.

Behind him, in the sound of a mountain and a tsunami, a rhythmic chorus suddenly mixed at the same time:

"Three meals a day, one meat for seven days, and one wine in ten months to strengthen my body."

Immediately afterwards, it was the same black as if it had rolled out of the ink, and a black gun splashed with ink in his hand, which was also roaring and screaming in his mouth, just turning his head to look at Liu Yu worriedly, and then he rode alone regardless of it, and broke into the Yellow Turban Formation from the other side.

At this moment, it was ridiculous, but it would immediately make people feel full of blood, and the pro-military camp athletes who followed closely behind him couldn't help but sing another high-pitched and high-spirited slogan:

"Don't abandon, don't give up, like father and son, like brother."

On the left and right sides of Liu Yu, there were a pair of honest-looking eighteen-year-old twin brothers, the eldest was called Tao Wolf, and the younger was called Tao Ying, because when their mother was giving birth, she happened to run a wolf and an eagle on the mountain outside the house, so his father gave them names.

The two of them also came to the door by themselves when the manor was first built, relying on the divine power of the gods and the family heirloom hunter's ability to smell the traces of beasts and argue beasts, they gradually stood out, and finally were recommended by Xue Wu to be a pair of personal guards by Liu Yu's side day and night.

This kind of big scene is the first time for anyone.

However, this kind of tsunami that suddenly erupted from his own ranks was an unstoppable blood affinity for any soldier who grew up in it, and a great temptation to shout and sprint with them.

Therefore, the two of them were almost instinctive, pulled out the long knife at their waists, and shouted hoarsely along with the overwhelming singing and harmony:

"Kill—"

As soon as the shout came out, tears involuntarily burst out with the shout. Therefore, in the next second, both of them had big mouths, and they cried in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were only left with a pair of backs running wildly.

Alas, Liu Yu's blood was boiling, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

This kind of big scene of more than 10,000 people, for him, is it different and the first unforgettable experience?

That's it, today, just resign yourself to fate and fight in a mess. It's better than when you face the real strong enemies Dong Zhuo, Cao Cao, Liu Bei and other heroes with an army of 100,000 or even 1 million, in case you are in a hurry and the command is not smart, the loss will not be so painful and heart-wrenching for a long time.

Besides, this kind of indiscriminate slashing and slashing, flying like a horse, wasn't it once the dream of a soldier in his life?

"Kill—"

A roar from the depths of his chest made Liu Yu himself startled. Of course, the horse under his crotch was even more startled and let out a long neigh, and then the four hooves rose up, following his gregarious instinct to be a horse, looking at the place where the horse's head was most, and rolled up all the way to the smoke and dust and disappeared into the chaotic battle group.

Almost before he could react, his originally bright vision suddenly turned into a forest of gray and indisputable figures everywhere, and at a casual glance, it was either a hideous face or a cold shining blade, flying around.

Of course, more of them are flesh and blood flying around, severed hands and fingers, and even dead heads, which suddenly fly into the air in such a terrifying way, looking down on you.

Damn, is this the classic scene of the Cold Weapons era?

Liu Yu crossed the meteoric iron spear in his hand, and finally met his own real attacking enemy-

A small leader, two Yellow Turban soldiers who looked like subordinates, the three of them joined forces, and after cutting down a freshly dressed and angry tiger sergeant, they were bowing their heads and dividing a pair of ears and a nose on a bloody head, when they heard the sound of horses' hooves, they looked up, and they all grinned, and they surrounded them with their heads.

"It turned out to be a little doll!"

The little leader laughed so much that his eyes couldn't see, and his bloodstained face suddenly looked even more hideous and ugly. However, the two soldiers' faces changed, and at the same time they reached out and pulled his armor, and then looked at Liu Yu in surprise and pointed behind him.

Liu Yu was also stunned, and when he looked back, he suddenly burst into joy:

No one has ever experienced this first battle, so once it is released, the entire army is like free-range, running out all over the mountains, either fighting separately or catching and fighting, where does it matter what system is not established. Moreover, Liu Yu himself let the horse run, and he forgot that he still had a handsome flag to take care of.

Now, I suddenly saw the banner of Liu Zi that had been left behind by me, and was being held high by a red-faced man, holding a knife in one hand and holding it in the other, and followed closely behind, like a battle-hardened general, not in a hurry, quietly following him, glaring at the enemies around him without anger, and occasionally swinging out with a knife, several people responded to the call and turned their heads in different places.

Oh my God, when did you still have such a character hidden by your side, could it be that dead ship cheating?

"Childe, be careful—"

Just as he was looking at the red-faced man, his eyes were full of stars, and he was thinking wildly, the red-faced man suddenly shouted, and a long knife suddenly flew out of his hand. only heard a snort, the knife surface was almost attached to half of Liu Yu's body, and a knife fell, and one of the ant thieves who attacked the yellow scarf suddenly screamed miserably, and one arm was only connected to a layer of skin and flesh hanging on half of the body.

Liu Yu vomited and almost squirted rice.

However, at this time, the little golden leader didn't give him a chance, and when he saw that there was a big man with the flag behind him, he immediately pursed his lips and whistled, and at once summoned more than a dozen bandits and surrounded the two.

"You, you and you, take down that red-faced man for me."

As he spoke, the little leader pointed to several bandits armed with spears and gave instructions, then turned to face Liu Yu and said with a cruel smile:

"Grandma, shouldn't you be the little marquis surnamed Liu that we said? If you know each other, you will be caught, you will give Lao Tzu a great credit, and Lao Tzu will give you a happy one! ”

With such a big breath, Liu Yu didn't bother to look at him.

Moreover, he also wanted to test his true strength after crossing over, whether he had the potential to be invincible in the future as the ship said. So, he closed his eyes and recalled the scenes and moves he had seen Dian Wei, Zhao Yun, You Shiyi and even Zuo Zhangba, Hu Che'er and others, martial arts competitions and martial arts training, and when he opened his eyes again, the spear in his hand slowly stabbed out-

Hearing only a pop, the little leader's eyes widened, and a pair of eyes that he didn't believe in death were firmly fixed on his chest and abdomen.

After a while, it wasn't until streams of pus and blood gushed out of his armor that his eyes suddenly became sloppy, and a line of tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, and he whimpered and cried in his mouth, and then his head tilted and he lost his breath.

The red-faced man saw it clearly, and after instinctively shouting hello, he looked at Liu Yu blankly, so surprised that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Until Liu Yu didn't say anything, he still stabbed out with a spear, and the movement was so slow that it seemed to allow you to see every line of the spear, and you only had to flash lightly to avoid it. However, even with this slowness, no one was able to dodge.

Puff, puff and puff, until the more than a dozen yellow turban ant thieves in front of Liu Yu turned into strings of sugar and blood gourds, and sat crookedly on a field of tens of meters that he had stepped on.

The red-faced man woke up from a dream, shook his head and muttered:

"So-and-so, so-and-so, this is hell, or is his eyes glazed, he, isn't he a little marquis who can only write poetry......"