"Kill!" Dong Zhuojun and the villagers in the Bishan area who were fighting were in front of him, Liu Wei drew out his long sword, pointed the long sword forward, shouted, and rushed towards Dong Zhuojun on his horse.

Hearing Liu Wei's shouts of killing, the officers and soldiers of Dong Zhuo and the villagers who were fighting were stunned, and many turned their faces to the hundred galloping horses that were rushing towards them.

Liu Bian, who led more than 100 cavalry to charge, got closer and closer, and the third uncle, who was already a little old and dizzy, only saw Liu Bian's face clearly after they rushed to a very close distance.

"Sir! Yes sir! Seeing Liu Wei's face clearly, the third uncle's eyes suddenly lit up when he was covered in injuries and blood was still bleeding, and shouted to the villagers: "Mr. is here to save us!" Sir has come to our rescue! ”

The villagers, who had been suppressed by Dong Zhuojun and were being slaughtered in pieces, heard the shouts of the third uncle, their spirits were lifted, and they shouted in unison, regardless of men, women, old and children, and launched another round of counterattack against the enemy.

The third uncle was shouting, "Mr. is here to save us", and a soldier of Dong Zhuojun rushed towards him from behind.

The short spear in the soldier's hand was fierce, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced the tattered deep clothes on the third uncle's body and pierced deep into his back.

The third uncle, who was full of excitement, was shouting loudly, his back suddenly hurt, his heart was suffocated, his body was stunned, and he looked down at the short spear that penetrated his body and stabbed out of his chest.

The soldier of Dong Zhuojun, who had pierced the third uncle's body, was about to draw his spear when a woman with a hoe rushed behind him.

The brutal battle almost completely broke the woman's mind, she was disheveled, with a pair of bloodshot eyes, picked up the hoe, and slammed it on the back of Dong Zhuojun's head.

The noise of the battlefield covered up the muffled sound of the hoe smashing the back of Dong Zhuojun's head, and Dong Zhuojun, who had been hit by a hoe, only felt a pain in the back of his head, and then his eyes were black, and he fell to the ground.

The woman who smashed him with the hoe didn't stop, and after knocking down Dong Zhuojun, the woman rushed up, raised the hoe and smashed it at Dong Zhuojun, who had already fallen to the ground.

Poor soldier Dong Zhuo did not die at the hands of a real warrior, but at the hands of a mad woman whose mind had been destroyed by a bloody battle.

The iron hoe struck the head of the fallen soldier Dong Zhuo, and the skull of the soldier was smashed, and the hoe was full of brains and blood, but the woman was still knocking on and off.

"Kill!" Riding a horse and rushing into the back of Dong Zhuojun, who was fighting, Liu Wei turned over and jumped off the horse and brandished his long sword, slashing Dong Zhuojun who was blocking in front of him.

Although he can ride a horse, Liu Wei is not good at fighting on horseback, his combat skills are only the foot combat skills he trained when he was a special soldier, and the horse station of the large army charge, not his strength.

The same as Liu Weixiang, the more than 100 officers and soldiers who followed him, although they were all riding horses, but they were all from infantry, and collided with Dong Zhuojun, and more than 100 officers and soldiers all took the opportunity to turn over and jump off their horses, holding shields and short spears, and pounced on Dong Zhuo's officers and soldiers who were resisting the counterattack of the villagers.

Of the more than 100 cavalrymen, the only one who could move freely on the horse was Zhou Cang.

Seeing that the corpses of civilians were everywhere on the bank of the river, Zhou Cang was already angry! A big knife was danced by him like a windmill, and the horse rode back and forth among Dong Zhuojun, and all Dong Zhuojun who stood in front of him were all cut by the big knife.

"Hu Chi'er!" At the beginning, as a yellow scarf, Zhou Cang had fought many battles with Dong Zhuo's Xiliang cavalry, and had also fought with Hu Chi'er, killing more than a dozen Dong Zhuo officers and soldiers.

Hearing Zhou Cang's shout, Hu Chi'er hurriedly turned his head to look at Zhou Cang.

When he followed Dong Zhuo to fight against the Yellow Turban, Hu Chi'er had seen many Yellow Turban generals, although he had also met Zhou Cang, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

Seeing Zhou Cang rushing towards him, Hu Chi'er pulled the reins and came up with a big axe.

When Hu Chi'er approached, Zhou Cang picked up a big knife and slashed at the top of his head without any fancy eyes.

Although Hu Chi'er is not a strong general, he is not comparable to ordinary soldiers, the big knife slashed at the top of his head, he held the axe in both hands, and slammed it towards Lu, and stubbornly blocked the knife from Zhou Cang.

Zhou Cang's original strength was very strong, and he was already angry to the limit, and the amount of power to slash out the big knife can be imagined.

Resisting this knife stiffly, Hu Chi'er only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand was cracked by shock, and even a trace of blood oozed out.

"Kill!" A knife did not slash Hu Chi'er, Zhou Cangyuan opened his eyes, roared angrily, twisted his arms, spun the big knife, and then slashed at Hu Chi'er's waist ribs.

blocked the knife hard, Hu Chi'er already knew how powerful Zhou Cang was, where did he dare to continue fighting. When Zhou Cang's big knife slashed at his waist, he put the long axe down, resisted the knife, and then did not ****, turned his body, turned his horse, turned around and fled upstream of the river.

As soon as Hu Chi'er fled, the hearts of Dong Zhuojun's soldiers who followed him suddenly dispersed, many of them were still fighting with Liu Wei and others, and more were already retreating while killing, wanting to evacuate the battlefield quickly.

"Leave no mouth alive! Kill them all! Dong Zhuojun's massacre of civilians had completely angered Liu Wei, and he slashed over a Dong Zhuojun who was blocking in front of him with a sword, raised his long sword upward, and shouted.

More than 100 officers and soldiers shouted in unison, and pounced on Dong Zhuojun again. The people who had been slaughtered by Dong Zhuojun before also launched an attack on Dong Zhuojun, who was retreating, and the tide of crowds soon buried this group of soldiers who had lost the will to fight.

At the same time, Niu Fu, who was leading the team to march downstream, saw Hu Chi'er fleeing on horseback alone, and hurriedly reined in the horse and stopped the team's march.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Before Hu Chi'er could get close, several of Niu Fu's personal soldiers stepped forward to stop him, and as soon as his horse's hooves stopped, Niu Fu asked him with a frown.

"General Hui, our army was ambushed by the rebels in front, and it was already about to win, but it suddenly killed a team of cavalry who are good at foot combat!" Hu Chi'er, who was drunk by Niu Fu and splashed with blood, reined in his horse and said to Niu Fu: "There are not many of them, but they are all brave and abnormal, and there is a black-faced general who is even more good, and the last general is not his opponent......"

"Withdraw!" Standing on the bank of the river, Niu Fu frowned tightly, pondered for a while, waved his hand behind him, and gave the order to retreat to the whole army.

"General, there are still many soldiers who are surrounded by the rebels and can't get out!" Seeing that Niu Fu was leaving, Hu Chi'er hurriedly shouted: "Please go to the rescue!" ”

"The army of rebels is coming, how can we take care of those?" Niu Fu turned his head, glared at Hu Chi'er, and said to him coldly: "Retreat with the army!" ”

"No!" was shouted by Niu Fu, Hu Chi'er didn't dare to disobey, just turned around, threw a somewhat compassionate glance behind him, turned his horse, and followed Niu Fu to the west.

The officers and soldiers of Dong Zhuo, who were left behind by Hu Chi'er, retreated while fighting, and some of them held weapons in both hands in order to survive, and wanted to surrender to Liu Biao and others and the villagers, but the soldiers under Liu Biao's command had already received the order not to leave a living mouth, and rushed to the front of these surrendered Dong Zhuojun, and they also raised their spears and stabbed them to the ground one by one.

The villagers, who were almost about to be destroyed by the battle, and who were close to madness, when they finally turned the tide of the battle, where would they allow Dong Zhuojun, who slaughtered them, to live, and they also picked up the farm tools and weapons in their hands one by one, and kept greeting Dong Zhuojun's head and body.

Just when the defeated Dong Zhuojun had completely lost his fighting spirit, and most people only knew how to run away with their heads in their hands, there was another shout from the oblique stab, and a silver-armored and white-robed general, with hundreds of soldiers, rushed out from the side, completely sealing Dong Zhuojun's retreat.

In the lower reaches of the river, bursts of shouts shook the sky, covering up the sound of the "whooshing" flowing water, and shaking the hearts of the officers and soldiers of Dong Zhuo present.

A group of soldiers and horses under black pressure rushed up from downstream, like a violent flood, surging towards Dong Zhuojun, who was being pursued.

"Kill!" Liu Weiyuan, whose face was covered with blood, opened his eyes, glared angrily at the officers and soldiers of Dong Zhuo who were trembling with fright, and roared.

"Kill!" Zhou Cang, who was also furious by Dong Zhuojun's brutality, carried a big knife, shouted, and rode his horse towards Dong Zhuojun, who had been surrounded.

"Kill!" Rushing all the way, Zhao Yun, who finally caught up after Dong Zhuo's army was defeated and retreated, also roared, raised his spear, and led more than 500 officers and soldiers to pounce on Dong Zhuo's army.

"Kill!" The angry villagers, at the moment when the officers and soldiers under Liu Wei pounced on Dong Zhuojun, under the leadership of Tao Hu, also let out a roar and rushed up.

A purely one-sided slaughter unfolded, and many of Dong Zhuo's troops held their weapons aloft, trying to block the long swords, hoes, shovels, and machetes that were slashing at them, but their resistance seemed so pale and powerless in front of the blades that rained down on them.

The battlefield was filled with miserable howls and begging for mercy, but the officers and soldiers and villagers under Liu Wei seemed to be unable to hear at all, and slaughtered all these Dong Zhuo troops who had lost their combat power.

The bloody battle was finally over, and all the 500 Dong Zhuojun brought by Hu Chi'er were killed, while more than 20 people under Liu Wei were killed, and countless villagers were killed and wounded.

The morning sun was warm, shining on the riverbed, and the blood-stained river was glowing with a pale red halo, still rushing eastward.

On both sides of the riverbank, there were dead bodies everywhere, including the corpse of Dong Zhuojun and the corpses of villagers who were killed.

Many of the old people, children and women who were killed lay quietly on the ground, their corpses casting a heavy layer of sadness on the otherwise peaceful and peaceful mountain.