Yuan Shao swung his sword, and the long sword slashed across the neck of a soldier, blood splattering onto his armor. Yuan Shao, who has always been as gentle as jade, also showed his hideousness at this time, and the blood stained on his armor was no less than that of some soldiers fighting around. Moreover, he was still unprotected by no one around him, and his nearest soldier was ten paces away from him.

He had now dismounted and stood in the middle of the battle.

"Enter the former, die!" Swinging the sword again, the tip of the sword pierced into the chest of the rushing soldier, and when he pulled it out again, a puff of blood sprayed on Yuan Shao's face.

The blood continued to flow down his cheeks, dripping tangled up his face, and a lot of it flowed to the corners of his mouth. Yuan Shao didn't care about it, he continued to shout, and he didn't even have time to care about the blood mixed into his saliva.

"Formation, stop them!"

Not just talking, while talking, Yuan Shao's sword is not slow, it doesn't stop for a moment.

As a general, he must take the lead in battle. Yuan Shao has always done this, no matter what his identity is, he is nobler than other soldiers, and on the battlefield, it is the same. The same is a warrior, the same to fight for victory, the same to fight for survival!

Nothing different!

What he has to do now is to block the attack of the soldiers on the Jianshuo side in the school field for Xiahou Yuan in the back, so that Xiahou Yuan will not be attacked from both sides. As long as the time drags on and the group of Inhuman troops outside are not allowed to join the battlefield, then the victory, sooner or later, will be theirs.

For Yan Liang, Yuan Shao has absolute confidence. Yan Liang and Wen Chou are both generals he searched for from Hebei, and they are both the kind of generals who have the courage of ten thousand people!

Yan Liang had already gone to kill Jian Shuo. Regardless of whether Jian Shuo died or fled, as soon as he left, the remaining soldiers had no intention of fighting when their fighting spirit faded.

"Wood Talisman, Wood Armor, Ju."

Behind the charging players, a famous alchemist player began to cast talismans again, and one by one the talisman papers were thrown, and under the seal pinched by the alchemists, they turned into green rays of light in mid-air, and fell on those charging players.

A rune paper, a ray of light, a player. Between the ups and downs, the bodies of hundreds of players condensed into sets of wooden armor.

"This time the loss is big." The player smiled bitterly, and once again touched the talisman bag hanging from his waist and took out a piece of talisman paper.

Rune paper is a one-time consumable item, and every spell can only be released with a piece of rune paper. In addition, rune paper is not easy to make, and there is a large failure rate in the production process, and the money for the materials smashed may not be recovered.

In the end, the production was successful, and the finished product of the rune paper also has a quality to say. In addition to whether the materials used are good or not, it has something to do with the strength of the talisman maker, which can be called the right time and place and the indispensable. The more routine and popular rune paper is, it is often the ordinary kind.

Therefore, any player who chooses the Fang Shi profession either becomes a poor ghost or is a local tyrant himself.

He is a good kind of alchemist player, and he has three good rune papers in his hand, pressing the bottom of the box. Of course, it won't be used here, and even the three runes are not in his talisman bag, but in the player's package to eat ashes.

Who knows if it's going to die here? The ten big road goods in the talisman bag fell off, and his heart wouldn't hurt so much, but the three ones at the bottom of the box fell, and he must be desperate.

The fingertips of the fingers pinching the rune paper were slightly cold, and he didn't look at it, and directly threw out the rune paper. "Water Charms, Water Condensation Soldiers, Ice Picks."

Looking at the players rushing towards him, Xiahou Yuan's face was very flat, neither dignified nor contemptuous. In the face of such a charge, he must have shown a disdainful expression.

But he also gradually understood some truths, in key things, in key positions, there is no room for a little slackness. So even if he didn't care about these aliens, he didn't rush out to fight, but stayed in the formation and stood with the sword and shield soldiers beside him.

"Listen to me." Xiahou Yuan said in a deep voice, his eyes reflecting the scene of the players rushing towards him, and the sound of footsteps echoing in his ears.

Closer, closer...

Xiahou Yuan knew very well what happened to these strangers. In fact, the only thing that can break through the shield wall is the cavalry charge, and the infantry charge, after being blocked by the shield wall for the first time and being hindered, then the infantry behind will rush up and keep squeezing forward, which will inevitably happen in the process of trampling and pushing.

So, Xiahou Yuan is not in a hurry. Especially when he saw that these strangers didn't have any cooperation, and they didn't even have a basic tacit understanding, and they ran up in a hurry. He knew that the winner had been decided.

The battlefield is not child's play, it is not a casual fight, and it can be won by relying on a large number. Otherwise, in the previous Yellow Turban Rebellion, there were many Yellow Turban thieves, right?

Many. But they still lost in the end, proving that being outnumbered is not an advantage.

"Thorn!"

With a loud shout, the spear in Xiahou Yuan's hand was the first to stab out. The spear head stabbed directly into the chest of the incoming player, and the layer of wooden armor broke as soon as it was poked, including the armor worn by the player.

The head of the gun pierces through the player's back. Pulling back violently, Xiahou Yuan's arm moved with the sound of bones, hovered, held the spear again, and stabbed.

The spears stabbed out violently, and they advanced a large section forward, directly hitting the bodies of the players who rushed towards them. Many of the players who rushed to the front died tragically under the guns, not only because of the spears that pierced, but also because of the speed at which they ran.

Regardless of whether they stabbed the enemy or not, the pikemen retracted their spears, and their arms charged up again with this action, and they thrust the spears out again.

"Poof." "Poof." …

The sound of a continuous spear stabbing a person's body was dense, and it sounded in the ears of the soldiers almost without interruption. Soon, however, the sound was drowned out by other, larger sounds, the sound of weapons striking shields.

Those players who were armed with various weapons and attacked their shields with various attacks were desperate to find that the shields in front of them were like turtle shells, and there was no way to break them in a short period of time. What made them even more desperate was that when they wanted to retreat, the space behind them was already blocked by other players, and they couldn't retreat! There's not even room to move.

I could only watch the spear with blood on its head and a cluster of red tassels burning like flames piercing at it, and there was no way to dodge.

"Don't squeeze!"

"Who stepped on my foot? Oops, you're still stepping on it? ”

"Ahh It hurts, it hurts! ”

All kinds of players were shouting, and their attack was hindered, and their already chaotic formation suddenly became even more chaotic. I don't know how many people are going to rush forward, and I don't know how many people are going to push back, pushing each other, forming the current situation.

"Go to the side, go to the side! Wouldn't it be okay to get around? "There are also players shouting in the crowd to get the other players around the shield wall.

This is a very simple idea, since you can't tear down this wall, why don't you just go around it? It's a pity that in the current chaotic situation, not many people hear the player's shouts, and even if they do, it is difficult to even move in such a crowded situation, let alone be able to break out of the encirclement and bypass the shield wall.

Xiahou Yuan's spear stabbed out again and again, and retracted again and again, and one by one the players fell in front of him, with a poignant blood flower.

In the case of blocking the main road, Xiahou Yuan was not afraid of the players bypassing from the left and right wings. He also had an emergency army behind him, ready to strike at any time to block the opponent on the left and right flanks.

The shield wall did not move, and some of the soldiers with broken spears also retreated from their original positions and were replaced by soldiers in the rear.

In front of the shield wall and the gun forest, it has completely become a flesh mill. No matter how many players rush at you, you will be stabbed by spears when you hit the shield wall headlong. The corpses and blood left behind immediately rendered a tragic atmosphere.

On the high platform, with the arrival of Yan Liang, Jian Shuo's personal soldiers died more. One after another, the pro-soldiers rushed towards Yan Liang one after another, making it very difficult for Yan Liang to move forward every step, but he was still slowly approaching Jian Shuo.

"Bastard, get out of the way!" Yan Liang's face became hideous. He blocked the attack of Jian Shuo's personal soldier next to him with a long knife in one hand, and the arm of the other hand was directly stuck in the neck of another Jian Shuo.

Letting go of this pro-soldier, Yan Liang easily caught the long knife that fell from the pro-soldier's hand, with the double knives in his hand, the speed of killing and the speed of advancement were suddenly doubled.

Cao Cao was retreating, and under Jian Shuo's order, a large group of personal soldiers pursued and killed him, fearless of death.

While ordering Xiahoudun to kill Jian Shuo, Cao Cao himself was in danger. These stubbling pro-soldiers are not ordinary soldiers, and when necessary, they are completely a kind of Dafa that will end up together, and they have no scruples about their own injuries and deaths.

Cao Cao now has some more injuries on his body, the injuries are very small, and every wound is produced in this situation. These soldiers are completely silent about his attacks, as long as they can exchange injuries for injuries with him, even if they exchange death for injuries, they will do it.

Fortunately, Yan Liang's arrival took some of the pressure off Cao Cao, and he fought and retreated, and finally got out of danger. Those Jian Shuo's own soldiers who chased him to kill also killed Yan Liang after seeing Yan Liang kill where Jian Shuo was.

Jian Shuo kept retreating, and the long sword in his hand pointed at Xiahou Dun, who was killing, but he was trembling faintly.

Xiahoudun was still approaching him, he took a step back, Xiahoudun was close to one step, ten steps back, Xiahoudun was also close to ten steps. Those soldiers who protected him, some people continued to die, dying under Xiahoudun's spear, becoming the soul of his spear.

Angry, Jian Shuo knew very well what the consequences would be once he was approached by Xiahoudun. He's going to die, he's going to die, that's why his arms are shaking, and he can't even hold his sword steadily.

He also understood that he had another option to escape. But this choice is not much better than death. As soon as he leaves, let the soldiers under his command know the news, then these soldiers will be absorbed by Yuan Shao and others!

Without a moment's hesitation, Jian Shuo immediately shouted: "Block him, block him for me!" Whoever can kill him, I will reward a thousand gold! Daughter! ”

Interests move people's hearts, and if there are enough interests, they can prompt people to burst out with greater strength. Under the heavy money, there must be brave men, Jian Shuo does not believe that someone can resist this temptation under the temptation of a daughter.

Sure enough, after hearing Jian Shuo's words, the eyes of those pro-soldiers were bloodshot and turned red. Everyone seems to see the daughter in front of them, and has the mind of what the daughter will do in hand.

Xiahoudun, from the identity of a fierce general, has now become a mobile treasure.

"Kill!"

"Useful?" Xiahoudun smiled lightly, and the spear came to life in his hand, like a swimming dragon.

The dragon returns to the sea, and the battlefield is his ocean. The tip of the spear poked out, and every time it was tapped, it was at the neck of the pro-soldiers, pointing out a bloody hole. Sometimes the spear swept across, and the barrel of the spear struck the chest of his own soldier, knocking him backwards and spitting out blood as he landed

One step at a time, with each step, a sturdy soldier fell, becoming a corpse. Xiahoudun's hand was very steady and did not tremble. The footsteps are steady. Go fast.

Within the gun encirclement, not a single soldier was still standing. When he had advanced some distance, the gun encircled and re-absorbed some of the Jianshuo soldiers, and the tips of the guns were clicked again, and these soldiers quickly became corpses.

Jian Shuo retreated again, under the protection of the shield-wielding soldiers beside him, retreated again and again. This was the only sense of security he had left, but it only lasted for a while, and it was gone.

Yan Liang came out, much faster than Xiahoudun. While running, the long knife in his hand splashed out the knife light wantonly, and the knife light was bright red and bloody.

He rushed towards Jian Shuo, and as soon as he stepped on it, his speed immediately became faster. The two knives fell together, slashing at the shield that protected Jian Shuo, and the iron pieces flew in all directions, and the shield suddenly became torn apart.

With a twist of his wrist, the blade was already biased towards Jian Shuo, Yan Liang exerted his strength again, and the long knife slashed forward obliquely.

There was a wind, a strong wind, whistling, passing past Yan Liang's ears.

His long knife slashed diagonally at the long sword that Jian Shuo blocked in front of his chest, slashed the long sword in two, and was about to slash Jian Shuo's chest.

A spear pierced through his chest and abdomen, sending him flying backwards a few steps. By the time Jian Shuo hit the ground, more and more blood foam was spitting out of his mouth, and he couldn't live.

Xiahoudun, who was behind, lightly exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, snatched the long knife of a Jian Shuo pro-soldier, and began to fight with those pro-soldiers who were obviously stunned.

Jian Shuo is dead, and the battle is not over yet. However, the storm has been settled.

(End of chapter)