No amount of bitterness can change what you see in front of you at this moment. Zhao Hong once thought about the difficult situation he was going to face, but he didn't want to, this situation was caused by himself, the persecution of the Han army was only a part, and the most important thing was that the military discipline within their Yellow Turban Army was not strict!

After all, the time has come, and no matter how much you think about it, you can't let what has happened go back to the beginning. Zhao Hong's spear stabbed out, forcing away the approaching Han soldiers, not to kill, but to open the way that could allow the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army to retreat.

Guan Hai had already left Zhao Hong far behind, and he took the lead, facing the layers of Han soldiers in front of him. The spear in his hand was drawn into a little bit of coldness, penetrating the strong wind, the shadow of the spear bursted, and the scarlet blood flowers bloomed at the place where they fell, which were particularly vivid.

A person, a horse, and a gun, Guan Hai actually tore through the road for dozens of meters. Among them, there may also be reasons why the Han soldiers took the initiative to retreat, but the most important thing is nothing more than his bravery!

The breath of this battlefield, the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of weapons colliding, the sound of one's own sharp blade entering the flesh, each sound was like a friendly whisper. The smell of blood between his mouth and nose, and the bright red color reflected in his eyes, this is exactly what Guan Hai is familiar with, which makes him feel like a fish in water.

Since the defeat in the First Battle of Beihai, Guan Hai has never encountered such a hearty battle all the way north. Even in the county towns you enter, most of the battles that take place in the county are not enjoyable. Those Han soldiers guarding the county seat were like chickens and dogs, and in front of Guan Hai, they couldn't even let him loosen his muscles and bones completely.

But here, he can! The corners of his mouth showed a sinister smile, his arm was thrown away, the spear drew a semi-circular arc, and the harsh sound made when the tip of the spear rubbed against the weapons of the Han soldiers fell into Guan Hai's ears, but it brought him great enjoyment.

"General Guan! Open a path! Zhao Hong shouted loudly in the distance.

"Good Ratcha!" Guan Hai's legs clamped the belly of the war horse, and the speed of the war horse under the seat increased again.

He struck straight forward, his arm stabbing the spear out again and again, bringing a dense whistling sound. The only few times he threw his gun was just because the Han soldiers were close to his war horse and had to make a move to protect the horse. He is more of a murderer, and when he opens a road, he keeps killing the Han soldiers next to him!

"Whew!" A feathered arrow passed through the gap between the soldiers and the soldiers, and passed through the blood splatters, and through the dust of the footsteps and footsteps. The sound of the tail feathers trembling, in the current chaotic battlefield, did not even bring up a trace of waves, and was completely covered up under the various sounds in the battlefield.

"Huh?" A Yellow Turban soldier opened his mouth wide, his hands gripping the hilt of his long knife tightly, exerting constant force.

In front of him, a Han soldier was also holding a long knife, and the long knife stood in front of him. He gritted his teeth, and also used all his strength, focusing on the long knife, just to block the Yellow Turban soldier's downward slashing knife.

The two were at a stalemate, and every time the long knife of the Han soldier was pressed downward, the cold aura of the blade got closer. He burst out with another force, forcing the knife near the door out again. When the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who were holding their knives and slashing downward, saw this, they exerted their strength and pressed their knives down again. Two arms, two knives, are in this process of constantly moving slowly, constantly approaching back and forth.

The process of this wrestling seemed to be long, but in fact, it happened in just a dozen seconds, and it turned out that they might have stalemate for a few seconds, but the arrival of that feather arrow changed the situation.

The arrow swept past their eyes, and the air it brought up jumped up, accompanied by a scorching breath, and swept in all directions. The eyelids of the two men kept blinking, and they finally had to close their eyes to relieve the pain. They retreated at the same time, and opened their eyes with the sourness of their eyes, only to see a flaming tail flame disappearing.

"Interesting." In the distance, a young man with a gun on his back put down the big bow in his hand, with a faint smile on his face.

He was in the middle of the Han army, and no one knew when he came, and it seemed that he had been here. In the military formation, not a single Han soldier objected to his arrival. The most striking thing is the big bow in his hand, the whole bow is turquoise, and the color on the bow is verdant, as if the morning dew drops on the newborn grass, giving people a sense of vitality. The bowstring, on the other hand, was red, and at first glance, it seemed that there was a flame flowing slowly on it, but the next moment, I saw the still bowstring, as if it was an illusion.

A big bird fluttered its wings and fell, its wings more than two meters long, and the strong wind it brought up could be felt even by the Han soldiers beside the young man. The two sharp claws of the big bird were grasped on the shoulders of the young man's left arm like two iron pincers. If you look closely, you can see that the area on the young man's shoulder is sewn with a piece of leather, and the deep scratches on it undoubtedly indicate the sharpness of the claws of the great bird. Moreover, the two claws of this big bird turned out to be pure white, like the texture of white jade.

I'm afraid that if there is no such layer of leather, those two jade claws will deeply grasp the young man's shoulders, and even tear a layer of flesh apart.

Hai Dongqing! If the doctor who was between the white mountains and the black water saw it, he was afraid that he would immediately exclaim, this was the Hai Dongqing he couldn't ask for. And standing on the shoulders of the young man, it is the best among Haidongqing, which is recorded in history, it is a jade claw that is extremely difficult to find for emperors in a dynasty!

"So this is the battlefield." The young man sighed slightly, he turned his head to look ahead, and slowly shook his head.

"It looks like it's going to take some time for the strikers to come back. Well, I'll just wait. ”

He smiled, raised his bow again, and took out an ordinary feathered arrow from the quiver behind his back, and placed it on the bowstring. When an arrow was fired, sparks flowed between his fingers, and the feathered arrow shot out, with a crimson trail.

"Flutter." The feather arrow pierced into the chest of one of the Yellow Turban soldiers, and then came out, continuing to shoot into the body of the second Yellow Turban soldier behind him. What was left behind was a wound the thickness of a small thumb, faintly charred black, and burned to the point that the skin and flesh were curled.

(End of chapter)