In Sun Jian's roar, when he raised his knife to kill, in an instant, all the Han soldiers who could hear his voice, and were in the middle of the battlefield, their bodies were paralyzed, and their bodies were shocked, and after hearing this roar like the roar of a tiger, a stream of heat suddenly gushed out from the limbs and five skeletons, and the center of the body. They were paralyzed, and their bodies that lost control gradually improved, and after a moment, some of the soldiers showed joy in their eyes, roared, and slashed towards the Yellow Turban soldiers beside them.

This kind of situation appeared from the Jiangdong soldiers who were closest to Sun Jian to the other Han soldiers who were far away from him. Just close, the body will be able to make movements immediately, and if it is far away, the effect will not be so obvious, but with the passage of time, they will also be able to get rid of the current situation and join the battle again.

"Damn." The afterglow of the Yellow Turban Lux swept around and found out about the situation, but he had never spoken from beginning to end, but he uttered the only two words.

It's just two words, and there is already a way to deal with this situation, and in the next moment, there is a surge of light on someone in the Yellow Turban Force, and the yellow light spreads to the surroundings. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army bathed in this light regained the ability to move freely, while the soldiers of the Han Army on the contrary looked sluggish. But it was not without a price to release this spell, and the bodies of those Yellow Turban wrestlers who released the spell shook and their faces became much paler.

In this way, the after-effects of the just falling mines, at least for now, in the center of the battlefield, have been completely erased. The battlefield, which had been stagnant, began to fluctuate again, and the soldiers began to scuffle, returning to the anxious state they had at the beginning.

"Kill!" Sun Jian swung his knife, and the sharp ancient ingot knife cut through the air, and above and below his body, a phantom of a tiger faintly appeared.

The ancient ingot knife that was slashed out was like a tiger's claw pulling down, bringing a gust of wind. The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and often the appearance of the tiger is accompanied by a vicious wind, and the wind brought up by the ancient ingot knife is a knife wind that can make people's skin feel but painful!

There is no match for the blade!

The Yellow Turban wrestlers who were facing Sun Jian's knife all had in their minds the scene of a tiger staring at them, choosing people and devouring them. In an instant, they were in a trance, and there was a slight gap in their mellow and immaculate hearts, which was the distance between life and death.

The other Yellow Turban Lux did not have the most straightforward feeling of the locked Yellow Turban Lux that was a kind of fear that came from the bloodline and from the creature to the creature. His body was cold, his throat was dry, and a shiver naturally grew from the depths of his soul, penetrating into the depths of his bone marrow.

It wasn't until the bright light of the knife flashed that the yellow turban wrestler suddenly woke up, and he quickly raised the knife and laid it in front of him, but to no avail. With a crisp cracking sound, the unusually wide long knife snapped in half, revealing the bloody sight of a body that had been cut in half and fallen to the ground.

The tiger pounced on the rabbit and used all his strength. Since it is the prey of a tiger, how can it escape? No matter how much you resist, as long as there is fear in your heart, as long as there is a little gap, you can't escape the fate of being hunted, and no matter how much you struggle, it will be like a ridiculous trick under the gaze of the tiger.

Without stopping, the tiger stretched its waist, bared its claws, and pounced on its next prey. He is cold and ruthless, reflecting in his bones a kind of indifferent arrogance, looking around, walking in the bloody wind and rain.

"Charge! Charge! Charge! Zhan Feng took the lead, his eyes faintly dancing with flames, and the halberd in his hand leaned against the side of the horse, cutting a forward trajectory from the flowing wind.

Behind it, five hundred cavalrymen charged side by side! Each cavalryman has a spear in his hand, led by the front, and the most elite and brave players follow behind him, becoming the arrows of the cavalry team to tear through the enemy's position! After that, there are the players who are slightly inferior, but they are not bad at all, and the task they carry is not much different from that of the players who charge and tear the hole first, what they do is to be responsible for widening the opening, causing more damage, and ensuring that the cavalry team will not be easily surrounded by the enemy.

Just now, the cavalry launched a charge from the original position, and when they fought on the edge of the battlefield, it was when the thunder fell. Fortunately, at that time, Zhan Feng and his cavalry team happened to shuttle out of the battlefield, and only rubbed an edge, otherwise those horses that were purchased with a lot of money and collected with a lot of effort were only afraid that there would be no return, but the current situation is not optimistic, but many horses have recovered their horsepower and can charge again. No matter how well-trained the war horse is, under such a natural power, it will panic, if the knight can't control it and runs wildly, it will cause more damage to his own side, but fortunately it is not in the battlefield.

The luck of the Han army and the misfortune of the Yellow Turban Army are in the gap between time and place!

The five hundred cavalry did not hesitate at this moment, no longer just wandering around the edge, but did not hesitate to enter the battlefield, and immediately began to harvest life, almost one-sided slaughter, like harvesting straw. This is the gap between cavalry and infantry, not to mention that many Yellow Turban soldiers have not yet been paralyzed and unable to make any resistance.

The cavalry rushed into the battlefield like a whirlwind, becoming a torrent that swept the battlefield, coming and going like the wind, and many of the Yellow Turban soldiers were ploughed over before they realized what was happening. On their path, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who were lucky not to die, were still stunned, and around them, they were trampled to death by war horses, or the corpses of those who were poked to death by horse guns were left on their bodies, and they were dumped together in rows, bleeding all over the ground.

The war horses of the cavalry team are all Youzhou war horses, the impact is not strong, and the weight is not good, so they can't become heavy cavalry. However, they have good stamina, as light cavalry, they can launch multiple charges, as long as they are not entangled by the enemy, as long as they do not crash into the shield wall made of heavy shield soldiers, they can harvest their lives on the battlefield again and again, coming and going like the wind.

Suddenly, a new bloody storm blew in the Yingchuan battlefield, and after the Yellow Turban wrestlers joined the battle, this group of cavalry became the new focus. They are more difficult to deal with than the Yellow Turban Warriors, they move faster than the Yellow Turban Warriors, and constantly cut through the battlefield, killing the gathered Yellow Turban soldiers, leaving them like scattered sand, and can only be strangled by the well-equipped and elite Han soldiers.

(I can see typos in some places, such as a certain paragraph of the mantissa of Heaven and Earth 8 at this time, saying that Xiahoudun is a man, not a troll.) But I have to contact the editor in charge to revise the chapter, how can I do such a troublesome thing? So I have to ask you to use your brain and understand my true intentions from this mismatch in the preface! ）

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