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Outside the gate of Chang'an Palace, it is unusually spacious.

It is enough to accommodate the assembly of two or three hundred thousand soldiers and horses, not to mention more than a thousand people.

Dong Zhuo's Taishi chair never moved.

He was like a fierce tiger, with a pair of tiger eyes that could not see clearly in the mist, looking at the more than 1,000 people fighting in the field with a slight mockery.

The hundreds of people from the princes, although the number is small, but they are all first-class masters, thrown into the rivers and lakes are enough to startle a burst of turbulent waves, for the eagle dogs under the princes, when it comes to killing methods, it is indeed tyrannical.

Even if there are only 100 people, they have burst out with strong combat effectiveness, more than 900 hussar battalion veterans have moved in a gun formation, and several waves of offensive have been easily shaken apart.

Especially the two main forces under the command of Liu Bei and Cao Cao, Chen Zhi once trained Liu Bei for Liu Bei, a first-class strong army in the world, and the ability to command and train troops is not under the five tiger generals, so the hidden fish he tempered single-handedly are not only strong in intelligence business, but also strong in battle.

Under Liu Bei, there is a large number of disciples in the rivers and lakes, who admire his benevolence and righteousness, and belong to his subordinates, who are skilled, and can become an army with a little tempering, and some of them have been trained to become intelligence agents.

The combat effectiveness of the diving fish is very amazing, under the leadership of Chen Zhi, there are only fifty people, but they blocked Duan Xuan's attack, fifty people, there are more than two hundred people who fight, fighting without defeat, staggered, rushing to help each other, forcing the hussar battalion soldiers who are far more numerous than their own to keep retreating.

Fan Silk's eyes were gloomy, and the weapons in his hands kept spitting killing intent and killing intent.

Chen Zhi is a very good opponent. can intervene in Dong Zhuo's turf. Establish several solid and stealthy lines of intelligence. This alone made Fan Silk dare not underestimate.

A pair of copper axes in his hands that can fight in close combat and long distance keep chopping, and the axes fall into fear, as a famous general of the Xiliang Army, Fan Silk's martial arts will not be much worse than Chen Zhi.

In the face of generals in the army such as Fan Silk, although Chen Zhi is relatively young, he is not afraid. With a sharp sword in his hand, he opened the heavy copper axe, made a few muffled sounds, and fought closely.

"Eat your grandfather Fan's axe."

Fan Silk screamed, his body bounced up and down like a ghost, and in the misty night, a crack suddenly opened, and the void fell, straight to Chen's chest.

Chen Zhi's face changed slightly, and his strength alone was not his strength. Therefore, when Fan Silk's fast and powerful axe struck, he saw that Chen Dao's toes were suddenly a little sharp. The body slashed across the ground like a soaring bird, and the brass axe fell, dodging the deadly move.

Fan Silk's eyes flashed a hint of coldness, and the blow failed to work, and he clenched the copper axe with both hands and approached again.

"Where to go."

The copper axe opened widely, and the sharp cold flickered, even though Chen Zhi had already swept out two or three meters away, and he still felt the heart-piercing coldness.

Although it is not Chen Zhi's strength, it is not a reason to be chased and beaten, and to be able to become Liu Bei's guard commander, Chen Zhi will naturally not only have these two or three times.

The long and sharp sword slashed through the sky, and with Chen Zhi's body swept up in the air, Fan Silk's throat suddenly cooled, and a chill was filling his mind with lightning speed.

Although Chen Zhi is not good at hard fighting, he is not a person who can be bullied, and his extreme swordsmanship is similar to the bronze under Yuan Shang's command, they are all extreme swordsmanship, and the speed is pushed to the extreme, so that he can only hear the sound of breaking the air, and he can't track the sword shadow.

Although Fan Silk does not practice swordsmanship, he also knows the horror of the extreme kendo of the Dao, and the martial arts are all different paths to a certain extent, and the extreme kendo is actually the same as the extreme pursuit of speed.

With one breath, Chen Zhi had already stabbed out four swords, but in an instant, the sword rain had fallen, the humming sound was soft, and Fan Silk's body was forced to retreat non-stop.

"Drink~"

The two figures staggered, Chen Zhi and Fan Silk's legs were like roots in the ground, and the floor next to their feet instantly cracked.

There were a few sword marks on Fan Silk's chest armor, and a drop of blood fell from his arm wet.

Chen Dao's state on the other side was not much better, the arm holding the sword trembled slightly, the tiger's mouth opened, blood dripped on the white boots, and the heavy fog was unclear.

"Kill."

With another soft shout, Fan Silk and Chen Zhi swept up at the same time, like two whirlwinds, crashing into each other.

In the field, the loud cheers were intertwined, among which the battle of Li Guo and several generals was the most powerful, Lu Qian and Ji Ling and others were not weak, they were able to dig a crack under Dong Zhuo's nose and insert their own people, whether it was strength or heart, it was really not far behind.

It was the little-known Peng An under Yuan Tan who also had amazing combat effectiveness, a spear, and Hu Zhen fought inexorably, with blood on the head of the gun, and even took the opportunity to kill more than a dozen good men in the army, with Hu Zhen's martial arts, he couldn't suppress Peng An, a young and unknown junior.

Sitting on the Taishi chair, Dong Zhuo didn't care about the life or death of his subordinates, and he didn't care about the stalemate of the battle, his eyes were indifferent, and a pinch of withered yellow short whiskers trembled, and sometimes flashed a ray of light.

Life and death are in the sky, the old soldiers sharpened by the army, and the dead soldiers who jumped out of the line between life and death, staged a cruel and tasteless battle outside the palace gate.

If you watch too much killing, it will be very boring.

In Dong Zhuo's life, he has killed too many people, so many that even he is a little uncountable.

Countless people poked him in the back, how many people wanted to slash his heart, for so many years, he has lived a good life, and if he kills too many people, he naturally will not feel that a dead person is an unacceptable event, for a hero like Dong Zhuo, no matter how many people die, as long as the goal is achieved, it will be more than 100,000 casualties and deaths, and it will not be able to make his heart soft, not to mention, he has only killed more than 200 people in the battle, even if the hussar battalion is an elite soldier in Dong Zhuo's hands that cannot be ignored.

The duty of the guards is to sacrifice for the main general at any time, and as Dong Zhuo's pro-army, the veterans of the 1,000 hussar battalions have long been ready to sacrifice their lives at any time.

The thicker the fog, the more this night is destined to be uncalm.

When the night was dark and the wind was high and murderous, blood was stained, and it gradually filled the bluestone slab outside the palace gate.

The shouting and killing gradually slowed down, the fight is a cruel and simple thing, the knife is up, it is simply clear, where are so many peak moves and scolding, except for a few generals who really feel that killing people are tasteless and shouting two sentences too much, most of the murderous pawns and killers are reluctant to say a word, I am afraid that I will scatter the anger in my heart because of saying one more word, and the gains outweigh the losses, as long as I am not a fool, I will not do it, this is human nature.

Chen to Lu Qian Ji Ling Kuai Yue Peng An five people, standing in blood, behind the good hands of less than eighty people can stand up, at this time, can not stand up, there is only one possibility, that is death.

Death was a very simple matter, hundreds of heads rolled to the ground, and the soles of the shoes of the other masters and hussar battalions who still had the strength of the battle were already bloody, panting, and the battle was not as tragic as it was, but there were already hundreds of war knives rolled up on the blades.

Five different weapons, five men from different powers, five pairs of eyes from different people but equally sharp, staring at Dong Zhuo who was sitting firmly in the Taishi chair, deaf to the screams and muffled sounds of the ground in his ears.

Lu Qian looked at Chen Dao and swept past Ji Ling, Kuaiyue and Peng An one by one.

Smart people never need to say much, a look, a subtle movement, can complete a long communication.

Obviously, being able to be valued by several great princes in the world and entrusted with important tasks, Chen Zhijiling, Lu Qian, Kuai Yue, and Peng An are definitely smart people, at least, how can they survive until now without a cautious and flexible mind.

In this case, Dong Zhuo is all within reach.

One person can't make a boat.

A few smart people tacitly made a choice that they thought was smart.

The five figures exuding monstrous killing intent swept up wildly, and the faces of Li Guo, Fan and Hu Zhen and other Xiliang generals changed slightly.

The five slightly hideous faces, accompanied by the killing intent like substance, tilted violently.

Dong Zhuo, who sat firmly on Mount Tai and did not move, did not have the slightest fear.

The chin was slightly hanging and suddenly lifted.

A pair of slightly blind tiger eyes suddenly flashed with a cold glow, and the corners of his mouth suddenly pouted with a hint of mockery.

The Taishi chair under Dong Zhuo's buttocks moved strangely.

Floating ghostly, the wide fish scale armor hissed, as if walking through the wind, such a strange picture, in this foggy night, who could believe it if they didn't see it with their own eyes. (To be continued......)