"Bump!" Huang Gai and Cheng Puqi roared angrily, and they, who were guarding Sun Jian's left and right, raised the iron shield in front of them and slammed them forward.

Some of the soldiers who were originally only holding long knives also took a step back under this order, and some soldiers staggered forward. These Jiangdong soldiers who have long followed Sun Jian to fight in various places have reached a very deep tacit understanding, between this advance and retreat, there is no hesitation and sluggishness, and there is no friction between the body, only the strong wind that swept through the tight gap beside him.

Holding the shield and crashing out, the iron shield protected the body of the Han soldier very tightly, and the swords and guns of the Yellow Turban soldiers fell on it, bringing only a sound of gold and iron, plus a little resistance. Their offensive has been sluggish as a result.

The Han soldiers with shields turned sideways, they were not pure shield soldiers, not only holding a shield in their left hand, but also a long knife in their right hand. But it was too slow, and all they had to do was to use this collision to make the Yellow Turban Army's soldiers now in a tight formation, and there was a little gap in the airtight offensive.

As soon as he stepped out, the long knives of the Han soldiers who had long been ready to attack were slashed, and the blood and stumps were splashed all over the sky when their knives fell.

Without a moment's pause or hesitation, after killing these Yellow Turban soldiers, they did not choose to retreat, but continued to move forward. Above the city walls, the narrow passages, especially the inner roads, were occupied by the Yellow Turban soldiers, who could only move around in small areas. Just like the transition of attack and defense just now, there was no way to do it again, because the soldiers behind him were climbing up from under the city wall in a steady stream to the top of the city wall that they had pioneered.

They can retreat, but the brothers behind them can't retreat, and if they retreat, they will fall off the wall. Step back, step by step, until there is no way back, then it will be too late.

Therefore, there is no way to retreat, only forward!

Blood splattered and bloomed in the sky, expressing the poignancy of it vividly. The bricks in the aisle of the city wall have also been soaked with blood, and every inch of it, I don't know how many Han soldiers and Yellow Turban soldiers are watered with blood.

More corpses lay in the aisles, at the feet of both sides of the fight, but no one paid attention to the companions, who did not know whether they were dead or alive. In their eyes, there is only the enemy in front of them, the swords and spears that are staggered and close at hand.

Sun Jian was among those soldiers who were moving forward, and from beginning to end, he had been swinging his knife, slashing with his long knife, pulling it up, and slashing it again. Over and over again, a Yellow Turban soldier became the corpse of his sword, his boots resting on the fresh, hot blood, lifted up, and continued to step forward.

His armor had become tattered, and the gaps had been soaked with blood. Among them, there were Sun Jian's own and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, all of whom were mixed into one and became a blood-red piece.

Breathing, panting, Sun Jian was gasping slightly. Every swing of the knife and the force of his arm were pulling at the wounds on his body, bringing pain again and again. But his speed did not slow down, and he still maintained his previous speed, probably the only thing that changed was his gradually whitening face.

On the battlefield, the only thing that is useful is not the strength of any special move that can attract the attention of both the enemy and the enemy. It's a knife and a shot, the simplest attack, abandoning everything, becoming extremely efficient, not even good-looking, not much technical moves.

That's the next split.

Sun Jian only uses this move now, and when facing an enemy, he only uses this move.

He had many other moves at his disposal, just as the sword he used to harness the wind when he pursued the spear master who stabbed him like a poisonous snake was completely inappropriate now. Just because he can ride the wind doesn't mean he can truly become the wind and walk through the gaps between people.

There are people in front of him, he rides the wind in, but he can't ride the wind out, that is to find death. Just like he can now face such a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers, in addition to his own extraordinary strength, what is more important is the soldiers who are fighting side by side with him, these brothers who trust their lives. If there were no people in existence, no matter how strong he Sun Jian was, he would eventually die in this wave of decisive killings.

"Huh!" The sword light fell, and the blade of the ancient ingot knife shook, and the fine blood dripping bullets on it shook, becoming a striking color on the white sword light, and finally mixed into the thick red that followed.

Another Yellow Turban soldier who was in front of Sun Jian fell, and the long knife in his hand had just been raised, and when it slashed at Sun Jian, he was already dead. With surprise and wandering in his eyes, the head with a blank expression flew out, and the blood rushed out of the broken neck, like a fountain. It's just that someone is bathed in this blood and stands in the position of this dead Yellow Turban soldier to fill this gap.

Now Sun Jian has also felt the difficulty, facing a steady stream of Yellow Turban soldiers, no matter how many Yellow Turban soldiers he kills in front of him, there will be new soldiers to make up. Every step was incomparably difficult, incomparably slow, no matter how fast his knife was, it couldn't be faster, the Yellow Turban soldier who put life and death aside.

Fear? That's probably not, but trouble, anxiety about the war situation. Looking through the past, Sun Jian couldn't see much into the distance, and all that came into his eyes was the human heads. In front of him, there were countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, and by his side, there were also soldiers under his command who were attacking with him. In the same way, people are constantly falling, and others are constantly coming forward to fill the vacant places of fallen soldiers.

is not afraid of death, this point appeared in these Yellow Turban Army soldiers, even Sun Jian, who also felt extremely tricky.

He couldn't think about the distant future, there was no way to see the number of soldiers in the Yellow Turban Army, all he cared about now was the enemy in front of him.

Whether you die or I die, this is the most important question to be solved at the moment.

Sun Jian raised his head, and a few drops of blood splashed and fell into his eyes, presenting a blood-colored world. In such a world, it is difficult to survive, maybe at any moment, he will fall, and the throbbing wounds on his body are faintly reminding him of this.

Suddenly, Sun Jian's gaze froze, and in the sky, a small black dot suddenly appeared and fell. The flickering light? Be...... Blade?!