The deafening shouts of killing were noisy, and outside Chang'an City, there were nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses in the first wave.

Yuan Shang put on a crazy posture, more than 50,000 tigers and wolves, moving on all fronts, including Yuan Shang himself, also mixed with the Chinese army, the black torrent, with an awe-inspiring momentum, towards Chang'an City.

Yuan Shang's dark eyes, there is no existence of Cao Cao, and there is no figure of Liu Bei, only the city.

"Who Blocks Whom"

This is Yuan Shang's purpose, and it is also the combat standard of generals such as Ju Yi, Xu Huang, and Wang Ling.

"Rabbit cubs, give Lao Tzu the strength to feed, kill one enough, if you want to marry a few more mothers-in-law and have a few more babies, cheer up Lao Tzu, and exchange the enemy's head for military merit."

In the high-speed attack, Xu Sheng, who looked elegant in appearance, but spit out words that were more vulgar than ordinary people, had awe-inspiring fighting intentions, and the hideous corners of his mouth could not be concealed, and a wisp of red tassels on his silver armor fluttered in the wind, this young general, after defecting to Yuan Shang from Youzhou, fought more than a dozen battles, cut off hundreds of heads of the enemy, from the lowest-level corporal, in less than half a year, he rose to the rank of general with the enemy's head, but still failed to satisfy his excellent appetite.

And the rabbit cubs in Xu Sheng's mouth are his descendant spearmen, and they are also the only cavalry in the tiger and wolf army that is equipped with spears as standard.

These Han people, who were originally Youzhou people, but were able to quickly integrate into the tiger and wolf army, were all silent, but this group of men who didn't talk much used their unique way, with their fists, and with their lives. Let the always arrogant tiger and wolf army completely open their hearts to accept them.

"Military merit."

The eyes of the three thousand spearmen were cold. Under Yuan Shang. They are even more like fish in water, except for Yuan Shang in their eyes, they are not superiors after that, but valuable military merits, with military merits, vulgar, as Xu Sheng said, marry a few more daughters-in-law and have more babies. In this simple era, marrying a daughter-in-law and having children is probably the most fashionable pursuit of ordinary people.

"Kill."

The passionate shouting of the three thousand spearmen was only the tip of the waves in the black torrent, and tens of thousands of tigers and wolves galloped wildly, looking from afar, like an upside-down waterfall that washed towards Chang'an.

The distance of 100 paces is nothing to a group of cavalry galloping wildly, and outside the city of Chang'an, which is a flat river, it cannot restrict the gallop of war horses.

The mountain is high and steep. Dong Zhuo and Li Ru both shrank their pupils.

"Let's do it."

Dong Zhuo said to himself, and his palms suddenly tightened. The bones creaked.

"Let Li Dao, Guo Yan, Fan Chou, Zhang Ji and a few people reorganize the army and prepare to attack at any time."

Behind him, Li Ru nodded and responded: "Son-in-law, I'll arrange it." ”

Dong Zhuo nodded slightly, looking at the three colors outside Chang'an City, and his heart was looking forward to it more and more.

Li Dao, Guo Yan, Fan Chou, and Zhang Ji, who had been waiting in the rain for several hours, were heartbroken, and after the noisy beating of drums sounded, this group of veterans of the perennial army were already prepared in their hearts.

Li Ru gave a look, and more than a dozen Xiliang veterans turned over their horses and assembled at the foot of the mountain.

"Get on the horse"

Li Dao, Guo Yan, Fan Chou, Zhang Ji, and several generals shouted in unison, and nearly 60,000 Xiliang iron horsemen turned over and got on their horses without hesitation, showing an extraordinary temperament of elite soldiers.

Outside Chang'an City, the tiger and wolf army and Cao Liu's soldiers and horses completely handed over, the three heads of the family, there was no conversation, and there was no two groups of scolding or dispatching generals to fight alone, Yuan Shang was even more ferocious, all the soldiers and horses advanced, and did not hesitate to put on a position of fighting to the death.

The big black spear that hadn't drunk blood for a while trembled in his hand, it was a trembling of excitement, and with the change of Yuan Shang's identity, the less opportunities he had to go to the battlefield, this big spear made of cold iron outside the sky was already a little hungry.

People have spiritual weapons and spirits, this is the consensus of everyone who has evolved weapons to the extreme.

This cold iron big gun that has accompanied Yuan Shang for nearly ten years, in Yuan Shang's heart, is far more important than the Biquan sword that symbolizes status and power, no matter what, the big gun is cast by Yuan Shang himself, and the Biquan sword inherited from the old house in Runan is relatively inferior.

The torrents collided, the brave won when they met on the narrow road, the blood dragon horse neighed, the king of the horse neighed sharply, the chaotic battlefield, tens of thousands of war horses followed the commotion, crazy carrying the comrades on horseback, the stagnant water and silt on the ground could not stop this group of excellent war horses that could come and go freely on the high mountains, and the main generals of the Cao and Liu families who took the lead in meeting the tiger and wolf army were all solemn.

"And state barbarians, come and beg for death."

Liu Beijun rushed out of the formation of a burly man with a stick, and shouted angrily, this veteran of a hundred battles under the command of Tao Qian led his descendants to shout and drop seventy pounds of iron rods, the momentum was awe-inspiring, but he did not fall into the name of the general.

"Boom~"

With a heavy loud bang, the two horsemen fell to the ground and died, and the seventy-pound iron rod holding the seventy-pound iron rod let out a hideous and strange laugh, like a sharp knife, stabbing at the front army of the tiger and wolf army.

Sun Wukong dances like a stick, although this seventy-pound stick is not as exaggerated as the Monkey King's Dinghai Divine Needle in the Journey to the West novel, but it is also very good.

"It's just a swarm of soft-footed shrimp."

Zhu Rong laughed disdainfully, and the old soldiers of Xuzhou who surged behind him all laughed strangely, what kind of main general, what kind of soldiers, although the soldiers and horses of Xuzhou are not ranked among the famous strong armies in the world, but on the whole, a large and rich county will naturally not have a force that can be put on the table.

A few more sticks fell, and Zhenrong's burly body was already stained with a lot of blood droplets, and in the winter rainy weather, he was naked, panting and foggy, just like the savage bullfighting.

Crackling, several figures fell to the ground, and even people and horses vomited blood and died.

"The thief will dare."

"Eight lambs, you can't find death."

"Wait for so-and-so to remove the thief's head."

The Tiger Wolf Fierce Army, including ordinary soldiers and generals at all levels, were all furious, and two or three captain-level generals who were closer to Zhenrong had angry eyes, and their horses moved, and they did not hesitate to kill Zhenrong.

Two strands of cold light shot straight into Zhen Rong's chest and back, one in front and one behind, and the two young lieutenants shot out angrily.

One person used a gun, the other held a knife, and the officer at the rank of captain made a move, and the momentum was naturally not small, and he attacked together, and the speed was extremely fast.

"The thief will die."

The eyes of the sturdy captain holding the knife flashed with a hint of substantive murderous intent, a simple and not fancy typical military style, a knife fell, the air flow surged, and the rain sprinkled in the sky shattered in an instant.

In addition, the captain holding the gun was middle-aged, the body of the gun was dark and shiny, only one step slower than the young captain, but the speed of the gun was ahead of the broadsword.

Zhen Rong seemed to be aware of it, a chill appeared in his heart, his back and chest were slightly cold, and he lowered his body without hesitation and crawled on the back of the war horse.

"Hiss~"

With two sounds of breaking the air, Zhenrong's helmet rolled to the ground, and he scattered, but he successfully dodged the two attacking killing planes.

"How daring."

Zhen Rong shouted angrily, swept the hundred-pound iron rod in his hand, and a buzzing sound sounded, sweeping fiercely towards the two captains.

There was another loud bang, the newly promoted fake captain Yanghu and the veteran Deng Xiu of the Tiger and Wolf Fierce Army were shocked at the same time, Yanghu was fine, but Deng Xiu, who had reached middle age, almost fell off his horse, and finally stabilized his body, and the seventy pounds of iron rods of Zhenrong had already attacked head-on with a heavy killing machine.

"Captain Deng, be careful."

Yang Hu, who was young and had reached the rank of captain, let out a loud shout, and his eyes were suddenly split, and the big knife in his hand waved down without hesitation.

In a moment, with the sense of crisis cultivated between life and death, Deng Xiu subconsciously leaned back.

There was a muffled sound, and the sound of breaking the air sounded in Deng Xiu's mind, and the old military stick who had been in the army for most of his life was cold, and the pores of his body exploded, and his qi froze, and he almost fell off his horse.

The feeling of the iron rod falling short made Zhen Rong's face sink, and at the moment when he lost his body for a short time, Yanghu's angry knife had already fallen fiercely.

"Die."

Yanghu's eyes were cold, like eternal ice, and his wrist sank, and his head was straight, and the angle was accurate and ruthless. (To be continued......)