Behind Zhang Liao is five thousand fire iron horse, Zhang Fei rode alone to Chang'an, his cavalry at this time temporarily under the command of Zhang Liao, five thousand Erlang like a storm, rolling up the dust, shouting to kill the sky, iron hooves, two hundred steps away from the opposite enemy formation, with Zhang Liao's gesture, five thousand Erlang have stood on horseback with spears in their hands, spears in their hands roared out, and the sky was suddenly full of spears like rain.

With the help of the momentum of running, the power of the spear can not be underestimated, swishing, poof, even if the opponent's enemy soldiers are wearing armor, it is difficult to resist the crazy attack of the spear, one soldier after another, the armor was pierced in an instant, and the spear entered in response, deeply inserted into their bodies, with bursts of terrible screams.

A wave of spears flew out, another wave followed, three rounds of gun rain in a row, and then look at Zhang Ren's soldiers, there were dead and wounded, what blood flowed on the ground, dead corpses piled up, even the war horses, there were many dead and wounded, and the nightmare waiting for them was far from over, rushing to the front, all the cavalry picked up their own blades, and started a new round of rushing and killing.

At the same time, Zhang Liao rode his horse and danced his sword, and also rushed into the enemy formation.

5,000 iron cavalry against 20,000 enemy soldiers, did not fall behind at all, Zhang Liao and others formed a conical battle formation, fiercely plunged into the enemy formation, and instantly rushed the enemy formation to pieces, making a mess.

Yellow Dragon Knife, dancing wildly in the sky, dazzling cold light, Zhang Liao shot mercilessly, in the enemy formation, rampage, the big knife dance fast, covering the sky and the sun, rolling up bursts of bloody rain and bloody wind, the enemy soldiers were seriously injured, and the heavy ones were killed, no one could escape Zhang Liao's fierce blow, and the five thousand fire iron horsemen were wearing heavy armor one by one. Armed with a sharp blade, the training is fast, and the movements are uniform. Stabbing, picking, smashing, slashing, although the movements are concise, but when 5,000 people do it at the same time. The results are extraordinary.

Zhang Ren was wounded in the shoulder, and after seeing the ferocity of the Yellow Turban Army, he hurriedly ordered the withdrawal of troops. In this battle, there were many others, but the result was unusually wolf, bringing 20,000 soldiers. When leaving. There were less than a few thousand people left, and more than 10,000 soldiers died tragically under the sword of Agni Erlang.

"Collect the troops and return to the city." Seeing that Zhang Ren was defeated and fled, Zhang Liao was not in a hurry to catch up, but now that Yizhou was unstable, and the surrounding princes were ready to move, Zhang Liao was very cautious in his heart.

Nothing is more important than the Lord's inheritance!

On the side of the vulture bones, an army of 50,000 attacked the city and encountered the obstruction of Zhao Yun and Shamoke.

The two sides lined up. The battle between the generals and the generals began, and Shamoko took the lead. Riding his horse and brandishing thistles, Shamoko's face was full of arrogance and his expression was extraordinary.

"Well, your grandfather Sha is here, who is not afraid of death comes to fight." Shamoko rushed to the enemy formation, and the iron thistle pointed angrily at the opponent's enemy formation, and shouted angrily.

"It turned out to be Shamoke, the little barbarian king of Wuling, who is not talented, and wants to learn your Excellency's tricks." The three knots of the golden ring shouted loudly, urging the horse and the sword to rush out of the enemy formation.

"Who are you?" Shamoko glanced at the Golden Ring Sanjie with disdain and sneered.

"Little doll, don't be too arrogant, be careful that there are people outside the sky, there are people outside the people, although a certain person is not talented, the third section of the golden ring is also." Despised by Shamoke, the third section of the golden ring was very angry, and immediately shouted and scolded.

"Golden Ring Three Festivals, today your Grandpa Sha will let you change three festivals into four sections, stand still obediently, and watch the moves." After Shamoke finished speaking, he urged the horse to rush to the third section of the golden ring, the iron thistle terrestris in his hand hung directly on the wind, and smashed the heavenly spirit cover of the third section of the golden ring head-on, and the third section of the golden ring felt that the wind was whistling, the chill was gusting, and a shocking coolness penetrated the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that the other party did not raise a knife to fight back, Shamoke felt a sense of loss in his heart, and hurriedly flipped his wrist, and the thistle terrestris changed direction halfway, and smashed horizontally towards the third section of the golden ring, and the third section of the golden ring could not dodge and had to raise the knife to fight.

"Whoa... Whoosh..."In just one round, the big knife in the hand of the third section of the golden ring was smashed away by Shamoko.

"Ahh It's a lot of effort. Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, and blurted out in surprise, but Shamoke didn't give him any respite, and shouted "Look at the gun." ”

"Huh?" The third section of the golden ring is even more confused, you are obviously holding an iron thistle, why do you say look at the gun, I was stunned, poof, my left shoulder clicked, and I was smashed by Shamoke and an iron thistle and flew out, and the bloody wound, the blood soared, revealing the white bones.

"It's fucking stupid, I just shouted casually just now, this time I'm real, look at the knife..."

Shamoko laughed proudly, and once again played the three knots of the golden ring, which was almost unstable in pain, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, urging the horse to flee into the battle.

However, Shamoko didn't give him a chance, and as soon as he shook his hand, the iron thistle in his hand swished, and flew out, smashing on the right leg of the Golden Ring Sanjie, and the Golden Ring Sanjie let out another miserable scream, shook his body, and fell to the ground.

"Damn, you want the master to talk and not be a treacherous person?" Turned over and dismounted and came to the front of the Golden Ring Three Sections, picked up the thistle terrestris that fell on the ground, and stepped on the three Golden Rings that were crying in pain.

With a roar of rage, the thistle was raised again.

"Stop" The vulture shouted, and hurriedly drew an iron tire bow and bent the bow and arrow, and shot at Shamoke who wanted to commit murder, but someone was faster than him, and before the vulture could shoot, a wolf's tooth arrow swished, shooting at Shamoko in the field, and he was about to hit Shamoke, but a sharp arrow in the oblique stab suddenly came, and with a clang, the arrow of the future man fell to the ground.

The vulture bone turned his head to look, and the shot was a white-robed young general in the opposite formation, this person was handsome, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were like wolf stars, his eyebrows were colorful, the bridge of his nose was high, he was extremely handsome, wearing white robe and silver armor, a bright silver gun in his hand, and a thousand-mile BMW in his crotch - the jade lion of the night, who was holding a treasure carving bow in his hand at the moment, and was looking at him with a smile.

"It's a stunt to pierce Yang in a hundred steps." The vulture asked himself if he could do it, and he couldn't help but praise it in his heart.

"Ahh As soon as the words fell, the thistle terrestris smashed down fiercely on the head of the third section of the golden ring, click... Poof... The third section of the Golden Ring is so miserable, not only was it smashed to pieces, but when he was dying, his head also became meat sauce.

Brains squirted everywhere, Shamoko disdainfully turned on his horse, brandished the brain-stained thistle at the enemy formation, and shouted angrily again, "Next..."

"Oh... Hmm" Many soldiers looked at the scarlet brain on the shamoko thistle, and immediately their viscera rolled violently, and they bent over and vomited wildly.

This guy is not very old, he is too fucking ruthless, indeed, Shamoke is only sixteen years old this year, and he follows Zhang Fei's ass every day, and he has learned a lot about Zhang Fei's actions, words and deeds. (To be continued......)

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