"What a warrior." Lu Zhi let out a long sigh, looking at Zhang Fei who appeared in his field of vision, and did not hide the affection that appeared on his face.

He didn't know who this was, but as long as he knew that he was not an enemy, with such a fierce general, how could he live up to his intention to rush into battle alone? Without hesitation, Lu Zhi led the cavalry army, followed the path opened up by Zhang Fei, and launched a charge towards the Yellow Turban Army!

At the head of the city, Sun Jian's ancient ingot knife pillar was on the ground, gasping for breath. The cold air exhaled in and the hot breath in his chest entwined with each other, and the fishy sweetness rushed to his throat.

"It's time to be over." He looked ahead, Zu Mao and Huang Gai each held a long knife, blocking in front of him, meeting the wave after wave of onslaught from the Yellow Turban soldiers.

At the same time, on his left and right flanks, Han Dang and Cheng Pu guarded his flanks, blocking hidden arrows for him again and again. The four of them are Sun Jian's most solid backing, even under the tidal offensive of the Yellow Turban Army, they have also forcibly opened up a peaceful place for Sun Jian to rest.

The four of them were blood-soaked in their robes, and between the swings of the long knives, half of their faces were also stained with blood. Not to mention those big and small injuries on the body, the battle has been until now, and the siege has lasted so long, and there is no one who will not be injured. But they didn't have the slightest cowardice, when they appeared in front of Sun Jian, they would stop all those who wanted to step forward for Sun Jian, and wanted to step over, unless they died!

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sun Jian stood up straight again, and blood flowed down his right arm with a knife. Flowing down the forearm, flowing down the back of the hand, slashing through the tiger's mouth, and making a mark on the blade of the ancient ingot knife.

The ancient ingot knife had long been coated with a layer of red rust by blood, and a little blood could not leave any trace on it at all, but Sun Jian didn't know how, but he could see and feel it. The warm drops of blood dripped from the wound, drooped down from the skin, and finally fell completely cold and weak on the blade.

He could feel it all.

"Smack." The blood droplets fell to the ground, and there was originally only a slight sound, but in this chaotic and noisy battlefield, who could notice the landing of such a small drop of blood.

But Sun Jian noticed that when the beads of blood flowing from his body landed, his heart rippled and turned into a storm again.

yes, it's time to wrap it up. He didn't know whether Lu Shuai had taken down the city gate, and he didn't know if the reinforcements from the rear were constantly attacking the city wall, so he only knew one thing and couldn't stop.

The battle could not be stopped, and the reason why he was able to rest for a while before was only because someone took on the killing that should have belonged to him and being killed. In this short moment, how many of his soldiers from Jiangdong were killed in battle?

Sun Jian didn't think about it, he knew the cruelty of the battlefield, but whenever he thought about it, he couldn't bear to appear in his heart. This may be because his heart is not cold enough or hard enough, but no matter whether it is soft or hard, he can't change his original intention of fighting for what to protect.

The ancient ingot knife was pulled up, and the blood on the blade spilled out, turning into those tiny red raindrops in Sun Jian's eyes. The ancient ingot knife fell, and the tip of the knife cut a little blood bead into two halves, and Sun Jian passed through it, once again plunging into a surging blood-colored wave of human heads.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Li Qianjun muttered in his mouth, and the long knife fell again and again, raised again, and fell again.

Maintaining such a mechanical movement, he didn't know how long it had been maintained, and he could only vaguely remember the soreness and numbness caused by the tense meridian muscles of his arm every time he cut off the long knife. Again and again, his whole body had become numb, and his eyes were plated with a layer of blood. The eyelids blinked, and the blood became light, and the next moment it was dyed a vivid crimson again.

Now in his mind, it was all filled with killing, and there was no trace of sanity. Only instincts from his bones remained, enabling him to distinguish between good intentions and malice on the battlefield, which was also the basis for him to distinguish between friend and foe.

What is good and what is evil? Those who are good to me are good, and those who are evil to me are evil, and anyone who has the intention of attacking him and wants to kill him, Li Qianjun will only have one move, and that is to let him die.

Forward, backward, left and right, the only constant is the slash of the long knife. One after another Yellow Turban soldiers became mutilated limbs in front of him, and there was no way to slow down the speed of Li Qianjun, no matter how fresh a person was, as long as he was an enemy, he was just like a piece of wood after he died.

Firewood is dead in the first place, and people are dead when they die, and there is not much difference between the left and the right. Even the chopping action is exactly the same, except that the latter spews out a warm, viscous liquid, and the former sometimes splatters sawdust, which is similar to me.

The wounds on the body, large and small, each wound were deep enough to make many soldiers close their eyes and wait for death. The same pain, but it keeps calling thousands of troops to fight, because it already hurts so much, if it is killed by others, what kind of pain should it be? What's more, Li Qianjun didn't want his corpse to be trampled on at will after his death, or his head was cut off, and he was used as a capital to show off his strength, or he fell to the ground, gurgling and rolling around, and he would be accidentally stepped on by someone, turning into a cluster of beautiful flowers flying around. Even after death, it is possible to be buried in a hurry, buried shallowly, and may be picked up by wild dogs to make a fresh meal.

Of course, Li Qianjun has not seen his own death, these are what he has done to others, and it is precisely because he has done it that he knows so well. Some people will think that there are more lives and deaths you have seen anyway, and you should not be afraid of death anymore, yes, Li Qianjun also thinks so.

But not being afraid of death does not mean that you are going to die. Li Qianjun felt that he shouldn't die here, so he tried not to die, and even if he deserved to die, he had to drag many people to die.

Many times, he also feels that he is the kind of guy who hurts others and doesn't benefit himself, but why doesn't he hurt others? On the battlefield, there is only the enemy and his own people, and for the enemy, of course, even if he loses himself, he must be killed!

Li Qianjun wondered why he still had so many thoughts that had nothing to do with battle at this time, but his instinct was beyond his thinking, even when he was thinking about other things, he still manipulated the long knife, slashing out, separating a head from his body.

In the spill of blood like a pillar, he narrowed his eyes, but he still couldn't stop the world in his eyes and turned bright red again. His body shook suddenly, his face was grim, and his long knife slashed down, sending another Yellow Turban soldier to the pile of dead.

A spear pierced his abdomen, and with just a slight stir, it was possible to mess up Li Qianjun's body, but it was a pity that Li Qianjun would not give the Yellow Turban soldier who stabbed this shot a chance. The long knife he was holding in his other hand slashed down at his chest without hesitation, cutting the spear in two, leaving only a small part with the head of the spear in his body.

It doesn't feel good to have something left in your body that doesn't belong to you, but that's all you can do for the time being. Maybe there won't be any more trouble in the future, because Li Qianjun knows what will happen to him if the battle continues for a while.

Maybe it won't be too long, anyway, every time he slashes out, he will tear the wounds all over his body now, let alone dodge another one along his abdomen. What's more, he has two knives.

With each knife, he was one step closer to death, but between the knives, he was still clean and neat, without a trace of mud and water. Anyway, if you don't want to die, then let others die, anyway, if you die, then you have to let many people die.

Dare to die, dare to die. Not only dare to die yourself, but also dare to let others die.

Li Qianjun grinned.

In the battlefield outside Guangzong City, a bright yellow light kept jumping, like a real falling sun. Unfathomable, at least if you want to see it closely, he suddenly blurs and appears in another place.

The light was accompanied by a blurred shadow, and wherever it appeared, there would be a killing. Cao Cao, who was on the horse, bowed down, holding the reins tightly in one hand, and the Qingyu Sword in the other hand was stabbed out at various tricky angles.

For every flicker of light, there must be a blood light, and a Yellow Turban soldier will die. From time to time, a brilliant sword light flickered, and you could see the blood and a head rising into the sky.

In the past, Cao Cao had a good martial arts, which has also become the reason why he dares to cross the battlefield now. Coupled with the claw Huang Feidian under the seat, no one could surround him at all, so Cao Cao didn't have any fear at all.

It's just that after rushing out of a big section, Cao Cao suddenly found that he had become alone, and even Xiahou Yuan was far behind him. He began to pull the reins, and the Green Turban Sword slashed the two Yellow Turban soldiers who stood in front of Yellow Feidian, turned the horse's head, and charged back.

Seeing that the familiar light reappeared on the battlefield again, Xiahou Yuan's face was full of bitterness, he had already been told by his eldest brother Xiahoudun to protect his eldest brother well, but he just followed, and after that, he couldn't keep up with Cao Cao at all. In addition, there were too many Yellow Turban soldiers around him, and in the end, he could only search for Cao Cao's traces in his field of vision, and now seeing Cao Cao turn around, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Just thinking of these Yellow Turban soldiers blocking the way, his face suddenly turned cold, and the spear turned into countless sharp rainstorms, covering the Yellow Turban soldiers around him. It is also because of these large number of Yellow Turban Army soldiers, just now a thief general who will be killed by him also escaped, because with Xiahou Yuan's explanation, Xiahou Yuan will not chase it, but the anger in his heart is inevitable, and now he has to vent it on these Yellow Turban Army soldiers.

"It's really a fierce general by Cao Cao's side." The two cavalry armies staggered from a distance, and Xiahou Xuan's eyes made contact with each other, and Zhan Feng couldn't help but sigh.

The two men led the army to charge the formation, and the left and right flanks divided the Yellow Turban Army's military formation into two parts, breaking up the originally tight formation. In between, Zhan Feng could feel the tacit understanding between the two people, because they all chose the same route.

First divide, then turn back to each other's original positions, turn the horse's head, and chisel again. In this way, no matter how much the commander of the Yellow Turban Army restrained his soldiers, he could not prevent the formation from collapsing. Because in such a situation, what could stop them, the cavalry?

When the cavalry has completely accumulated speed, when the obstacles in front of them are broken one by one, then all that remains is a frontier that can be crossed and horizontized.

From time to time, the halberd in his hand fell, knocked, slapped, or sharpened. Every time, one or several Yellow Turban soldiers died, and invariably, these Yellow Turban soldiers were the more intelligent and treacherous ones, and the targets they chose to attack were Zhanfeng's war horses.

It's just that when their intentions are detected, then only corpses remain, and no matter what kind of death they have, they are very bleak. The halberd of the battle blade is sometimes as light as a feather, fluttering, and sometimes it falls heavily on the mountain, and between the swings, it can actually split the sword and shield hand on the side of the horse and the shield into two halves.

He was the sharpest tip of an arrow, and under his leadership, the warrior cavalry behind him had no obstacle at all, and the entire cavalry army became an arrow that traveled at high speed. Wherever you cross, there will be corpses left there, and there will be blank spaces.

"It's funny." Xiahoudun rode his horse and galloped, a little starlight around him was scattered, the blood color spread, and a beautiful picture appeared in the darkness. In the middle of the painting, he suddenly looked back, and when he met Zhan Feng's gaze, he finally felt a trace of blood surging.

To be able to have such a good person to be his companion is undoubtedly a pleasure and reliability. Of course, he is also an opponent, an opponent that Xia Houdun will strive to surpass.

"Give me another speed boost!" Shouting loudly, Xiahoudun took the lead.

Like the battle front, he is also the front, sharpest, and most critical point of the cavalry when they charge into battle. When he increased the speed of his horse, the many cavalry that followed him would also increase the speed of his horse and charge with him.

Not to mention that the speed that Xiahoudun is increasing now is the limit, but it can also make the cavalry behind bite tightly and will not be out of touch. He has his own plans in his heart, compared to Xiahou Yuan's personal bravery, Xiahou Yuan actually believes in collective strength with you.

Just like now, the awl they threw was so sharp and unstoppable.