"Hahahaha, kill me!" Dong Zhuo smiled arrogantly on his horse, staring at the Yellow Turban Army soldiers waiting in front of him, tyranny filling his eyes.

Behind him was a streak of sand, left behind by the dirt wall that had just broken through the block. Many Xiliang Iron Riders, including Dong Zhuo, were gray and simple, and many people had eaten a lot of sand in their mouths.

The sand and dust fell, and the blur in front of them for a moment did not affect the speed of their progress. When the cavalry charges, it is like this, no matter what obstacles are in front of them, they will only rush straight forward.

They have a choice, they don't have a choice, and after the speed of the war horse is increased to the extreme, all they can do is trample the enemy under the horse's hooves.

Facing the rain of arrows and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were waiting for him, Dong Zhuo chose to charge. As long as he is allowed to rush over, it will be a smooth road, although there is only one road in the city for war horses to gallop, and it is extremely difficult to turn around? But he didn't want to turn around, this is the South City Gate, as long as he rushes forward from here, from the road where he is located, then he will definitely be able to reach the North City Gate, right?

Dong Zhuo didn't believe that Lu Zhi, who was praised by the princes of the DPRK and China, was an embroidered pillow. Whether it is from the fact that he dispatched troops or planned several times, Dong Zhuo did not believe that Lu Zhi was just a rotten Confucian who talked on paper and would only talk about it.

Therefore, the north gate should have been broken as well.

He leaned down as if he were lying on a horse, his head bowed down, revealing only the back of his head, which was protected by his helmet. Chong Chong, who has fought with the Qiang people countless times in Liangzhou, is already extremely familiar with so many such scenes.

Don't look at the rain of arrows, a picture that can be devoured by two people at any time, but in fact, this arrow rain is only one wave. Those Yellow Turban Army archers only had a chance to shoot an arrow, and Dong Zhuo would go to them, so there was only one wave of truly deadly arrow rain.

In fact, there may be a second wave, a third wave, but by that time, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry led by him had already rushed into the enemy formation. The so-called second wave of arrow rain and the third wave of arrow rain will come again at that time, and it is nothing more than killing and wounding together with the enemy and us.

Dong Zhuo knows the grasp of the battle situation. He didn't believe that the other party's lord could have such a cold mind and give such a cruel order, even if it was really given, it would be a serious damage to the morale of his own soldiers. Even if the commander did not hesitate, those archers would hesitate a little when carrying out the order, and by the time they had thoroughly carried out the military order, he would have already led the cavalry to break through the enemy's defenses and reach the archers.

It's a sheep, right? It's a lamb, right? Dong Zhuo's hand holding the gun couldn't stop trembling, his heart was full of excitement, and bursts of joy came, this taste of blood and power was really intoxicating.

"Gan Xing, are you ready?" Huang Zhong slowly pulled out the tiger roaring knife on his back and reminded softly.

The group of them hurried through the darkness, and finally reached their destination, and Guangzong City appeared far away at the end of the field of vision. And nearby, where the little spark shines, there is a battle going on. The sound of shouting and killing came, and it clearly echoed in the ears.

"Ready, General." Gan Xing replied one by one, and the expression on his face became serious and abnormal.

Beside him were the elite and all-colored cavalry selected from Nanyang City. Among them, there are not only sharp soldiers in the army, but also the players who can be selected are also the strong ones.

Whether it is the army soldiers in Nanyang City or the elite players selected, each of them has different figures, including many of them. But in the same way, they all experienced the attack and defense of Nanyang and survived.

All of them, don't look at the fact that they are now riding war horses, they are cavalry. But in that battle to defend the city, there was no doubt that the cavalry had no way to defend the city, so they also stood on the head of Nanyang City, looking at the rain of arrows outside the city, flying stones whistling, and standing at the head of the city without taking half a step back.

At the end of the war, when the attack and defense were switched, it was many of them who followed Huang Zhong to raid the barracks of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army! In the end, the victory of this war was laid.

Since ancient times, heroes have not been judged by success or failure. Because no matter whether a hero succeeds or fails, the final outcome is generally not too good, and the real success or failure is actually summed up in only two words, life and death.

They survived, so they were the winners, and as for those who died, it was difficult for them to distinguish their original identities even from the corpses, that is, the losers.

Yes, in a war, defeat is almost equal to death.

Huang Zhong squinted his eyes, he could clearly identify the two armies fighting below, one of which was the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army that they had been chasing and searching for for a long time. Huang Zhong would not admit this familiarity, because in the defense of the city for more than half a month, he had seen this Yellow Turban army countless times. And on his hands, there are also many remnants of the blood of the soldiers of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, and even the blood of their commander Zhang Mancheng is shed because of him, how could Huang Zhong forget them?

I'm afraid that compared to his memory, it should be these yellow turban thieves who should be more profound.

Just as he and Taishou Qin Jie guessed, the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army after the defeat went north, and it was really to join the main force of the Yellow Turban Army. They really didn't come wrong, they traveled lightly all the way, day and night, and finally arrived at the most critical time.

"Looks like we're just in time, Hansheng." Qin Jie stared at the battlefield below and spoke.

He could clearly see that the Yellow Turban Army was at a disadvantage, because in the middle of the battlefield, two cavalry armies came out of the Yellow Turban Army formation, splitting the original tight formation of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army into two parts. When they rushed out of the Yellow Turban formation, they turned their horses' heads around, turned around, and rushed into the formation again, and began to chisel through the second time. Coupled with the attack of the Han army on the frontal battlefield, due to the confusion when the army formation was divided, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in the rear and on the left and right flanks were unable to reinforce the frontal battlefield in time, so they were already pressed and beaten by the Han army.

I have to say that this is really a pleasing feeling, especially the two cavalry armies, like two lines drawn quickly, staggered, smooth and natural.

If Qin Jie led the army by himself, he couldn't say that he would be able to stabilize the military formation under such circumstances. Because after the two cavalry troops chiseled through the formation, when the second chiseling began, no matter how tight and exquisite the formation was, it was destined to become scattered. This is true even for soldiers with elite tacit understanding, not to mention that facing the two cavalry armies is just a rabble of Yellow Turban Army.

"Just." Qin Jie raised his eyebrows, when there were too many people in the rabble, it could not be underestimated.

"Hansheng, get ready to send charcoal in the snow." He said lightly, pulling out the long sword at his waist. Although he is a scholar, he can rely on this three-foot Qingfeng to kill all the rebellious ministers and thieves and guard this great river and mountain.

"Yes." Huang Zhong took a deep breath, and then the sound sounded like thunder, "The whole army will attack with me!" ”

He took the lead, riding his horse towards the battlefield below.

He is nearly middle-aged, and he is full of martial arts but there is still no one who can recognize him, three years ago he was in this position, and three years later, he is still in his current position. Unwilling, this kind of emotion Huang Zhong has always had, of course, this is not the yearning for a better life, the resentment of his own ambition, but just the emptiness of his ambition.

This is undoubtedly an opportunity in front of him, and now that he has the opportunity to appreciate his Taishou Qin Jie, and there is also an opportunity to make meritorious contributions, then he should seize it! Not to mention, now he is not alone, there are many elite cavalry behind him.

A recruit can transform into a veteran when he has experienced a battlefield fight and survived from the battlefield. Not to mention everyone here, including Qin Jie, who defended the city in Nanyang, what he had to experience every day was six or seven battles, not to mention the most frequent, he had to defend against more than a dozen sieges of the Yellow Turban Army in one day.

Early in the morning, at noon, late at night. At any time, at any time, a sudden battle can happen at any time. They are not just soldiers who have experienced a battle, those who survived that tragic offensive and defensive battle, and those who can still stand at the head of the city, are all elites who are one in a hundred!

His eyes were like the eyes of an eagle preparing to hunt into the battlefield, and those Yellow Turban soldiers were exactly what Huang Zhong wanted to hunt.

Huang Zhong, who was in the prime of life and was at the peak of his physical strength, led the cavalry army to kill it, and appeared from the rear of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army with a thunderous momentum!

Unlike the noise near Gwangjong Castle, there is also a calm place, where there are no soldiers, but there seems to be something brewing. Hundreds of soldiers were busy, starting to set up tripwires, as well as set up traps.

Next to these soldiers, there stood a big man leading a horse, lying under the silkworm eyebrows, a pair of Danfeng eyes from time to time there was a sharp light. In front of him, the Green Dragon Glaive stood tall, the blade sinking deep into the soil, and the blade glowed with cold light from time to time, extremely cold.

Guan Yu stared at Guangzong City in the distance, without any expression on his face. The firelight, and the shouting of murder, seemed to have nothing to do with him.

In his heart, there are no waves in the ancient well, and there is no slightest wave. Everything was as if it was far away from him, all the edges on his body were removed, the Qinglong Glaive was not in his hand, and Guan Yu was also like an ordinary person.

can't participate in this battle, Guan Yu said that he didn't regret it, it was fake. If it's too much of a pity, that's not it, and that's just a little bit. He knew why he was left here, because he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

Therefore, he stood, and the emptiness in his heart, the endless edge, all hidden in the deepest depths. He is sharpening the knife and sharpening the knife in his heart, so the Qinglong Glaive Knife is not in his hand, but as soon as he picks it up, then the knife in his heart and the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand can cut everything in front of him at any time.

He was waiting, waiting for a chance to make a knife, waiting for a person, waiting for a head. Waiting, Guan Yu was not anxious in his heart, and he didn't think about whether anyone would come.

When he got it, he struck out his sword and slew those who waited. If you can't wait, then put away the knife, the knife in your hand, the knife in your heart is still sharp, just leave it for the next person.

"Ahem." Zhang Jiao coughed, and the flush on his face became thicker and thicker, as if it had been smeared with a layer of blood.

"Why?" Zhang Banxian asked.

His body trembled, he couldn't stop trembling, and he even trembled when he spoke. This is not because he is afraid, but because he is hit by a lot of information in his mind, Zhang Banxian's control over his body has become extremely weak.

"Player's Strange Door Technique Increases ......"

"Player's mental power rises ......"

"The player obtains the Taiping Technique (Dunjia Heavenly Book), the Earth Chapter."

……

A series of system prompts kept ringing in Zhang Banxian's ears, constantly reminding him of what he was getting, but every system prompt sounded like throwing stones into Zhang Banxian's heart. First it was a wave, and then it turned into a whirlpool of chaos.

The first feeling is surprise, then questioning, and finally pain and incomprehension.

The only thing that doesn't exist is suspicion. Because the system does not deceive people, what is given to him is given to him, and all the memories that appear in his brain that he did not have before show that all this is not false.

If Zhang Jiao wants to kill him, can he use such trouble? Just like when the finger came just now, Zhang Banxian thought that he was going to die, but he suddenly got something that other players couldn't get and couldn't get! But, obviously at the last moment, he was still using the killer he prepared to kill Zhang Jiao.

Why?

"How can there be so many whys in this world?" Zhang Jiao smiled softly, covered his face with his palms, and coughed gently.

It took a while for the heaving of his chest to subside. There is still that kind of understanding of everything in his eyes, including at this moment, Zhang Banxian did not see the killing intent he felt before, and some only saw Zhang Jiao's usual state when he got along day and night for many days.

"Take it, go down, do what you want to do, go for the life you want to change."

"Why?" Zhang Banxian continued to ask, and an angry flame appeared in his eyes.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" He asked.

"Because I can't do it." Zhang Jiao replied calmly.

This answer is exactly what Zhang Banxian thought of, but never believed.

"So, let you do it. Haven't you always wanted to change everything, anyway? Now, it's up to you to change. ”

"You're all the ones who push the times. And my time has passed. However, this era that has been promoted, the wheel of history, has begun to roll forward. ”

"So you're the one who pushes the times? Or the one who follows the wheels? Or the man who was run over by the wheels? ”

"Remember, when you leave Guangzong, don't go out through the east gate."