"Knock knock knock." Guan Hai's heart was beating violently, and he frowned, not knowing that this palpitation came from.

With a swipe of the tip of the gun, he forced a long knife on the left side away, Guan Hai looked ahead, only to feel that the throbbing in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, and his eyelids began to beat constantly. Guan Hai has encountered many such situations in his life, the most recent one was at the head of Beihai City, when facing the assassin hidden among the ordinary soldiers. And when he retreated from the city, he saw the Han reinforcements from a distance who didn't know where they came, and he also had the same palpitations.

Twice, this is the only time Guan Hai has ever encountered two intuitions about death, repeated twice. Now, he felt again, an instinct for a crisis, that made him understand that a deadly threat was looming. But at a glance, he didn't find anything abnormal, if you want to say that the mortal danger, could it be these ordinary Han soldiers?

"No, that's not right!" A fine cold sweat suddenly appeared on Guan Hai's back, and before he had time to think about it, he lay on the horse's back.

Just lying on the horse's back, Guan Hai's back, those places where cold sweat flowed were immediately torn apart, and the cold sweat was all evaporated in an instant! Then, Guan Hai felt a sharp pain, accompanied by the burning sensation of burning skin and flesh, and a forward wound was torn open on his back.

The feathered arrow that pierced through the crowd swept through Guan Hai's back, and half of the arrow cut through Guan Hai's armor and embedded it in the flesh. Inch by inch, inch by inch, every inch of flesh and blood, was burned clean, there was not a single trace of blood that could flow, leaving a scorched black mark on Guan Hai's back.

When Guan Hai raised his body again, the whole person became much more cautious, but at a glance, he didn't know where the arrow came from, and there was no way to resist it. brushed shoulders with death again, so that the arrogance in Guan Hai's heart disappeared again and again, and when he was fighting with ordinary Han soldiers now, he would mention the spirit of twelve.

"Rush! Rush out! Under the support of the Chinese army, Zhang Bao continued to advance in the direction where Zhao Hong was. In his rear, Zhang Liang, who was approaching quickly, was originally in the position of fighting with the Han army of Guangzong's camp in the rear, but when the whole army began to lose discipline and fought separately, he decisively led his cronies to retreat.

Now this situation, they can no longer control it, even if Zhang Bao's voice can be transmitted to the ears of all the Yellow Turban soldiers, they will not be able to make everyone act according to his ideas. Now, after experiencing great sorrow and joy, it is unknown how many Yellow Turban leaders are still commanding by the side of ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers.

It turned out that what Zhang Bao was waiting for was not Zhao Hong's rescue, what he was waiting for was another strong army, the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army! Once the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army arrives, then they will immediately be able to form a counter-encirclement trend, although this is just a wishful thinking on his part.

Since Zhao Hong is here, then he chooses to break through!

Blood splattered and flowed on the battlefield again, and Han soldiers and Yellow Turban soldiers continued to fall. Bloody battle, how much weight life is here, probably no one can give an accurate answer, because whether it is life or death, many times, it is on the thin blade.

"Retreat!" An officer in the Han army issued an order, and the soldiers who stood in front of the Yellow Turban Army stepped back!

"Enter!" There was another burst of shouts, and spears stabbed out, and the guns came with a strong wind, fiercely piercing the bodies of many Yellow Turban soldiers. It was like a wall full of thorns, on both sides of the Yellow Turban Army's escape route, constantly opening and closing, strangling the strength of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army.

Even if he knew that the Han army was constantly consuming his own troops, Zhang Bao had no choice. Before, when he was completely besieged, he still had a reason to let his soldiers fight, because it was a desperate situation. But when reinforcements appeared, he could no longer let these soldiers act completely according to his command, no matter who he let stay, no matter who he let continue to fight, he was afraid that they would not break the rear, in a lifeless environment.

The only ones who can control it are probably only his and Zhang Liang's descendants, but these descendants are the most elite troops in the Yingchuan Yellow Turban. Even if the army in his hand is exhausted, as long as there are still these pillars of the army, and there are enough troops, he can completely reorganize. Therefore, Zhang Bao can only be ruthless, if he wants to leave here, he can only look at luck and the will to survive in his chest!

Although the Yingchuan Han army was strong, it was impossible to keep all their soldiers, at most they would bite off a part. Who is the part, the flesh and earth buried on this land, depends on their own luck.

The long sword slashed, and a few thin blades slashed through, bringing out a fluttering pillar of blood. Although Zhang Bao is good at Taoism, he is not bad at all in terms of his ability to fight in the battle array, not to mention that by his side, there are also the most powerful Yellow Turban wrestlers in the Yellow Turban Army.

Huangfu Song looked at it for a long time, and finally said loudly: "Let the thief go." ”

It's not that he doesn't want to leave Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, it's just that it's difficult, it's too difficult. Even the cavalry led by the battle front who was in ambush with one hand suddenly launched an attack on the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army was inadvertently resolved. Not to mention, in the current confrontation of the army, the price to be paid if you want to kill Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang. He could have accepted the price in peacetime, but now, there was only one thought left to settle the war as soon as possible.

The longer the war dragged on, the more beneficial it would be for Gwangjong's Yellow Turban Army. In comparison, although the Han army led by him was elite, it was far inferior to the Yellow Turban Army in terms of quantity, even if it was Lu Zhi's Guangzong Han army, it could not be compared with Guangzong's main force of Zhang Jiao, otherwise with Lu Zigan's talent, there would be no need to reject Zhang Jiao in Guangzong for so long. In order to slowly wear down the strength of Zhang Jiao and shorten the gap between the two.

Even Huangfu Song, what he is doing now is just laying the groundwork before the final battle. As for letting Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang lead the army to merge with Zhang Bao, then Guangzong is a city, just giving them the opportunity to besiege!

Looking at the battle in the distance, Huangfu Song lowered his eyebrows, and stroked the long beard under his chin with his right hand. The number of the Yellow Turban Army is one of their scruples, and similarly, this is also the weakness of the Yellow Turban Army, and it is also their opportunity to break the enemy!

(End of chapter)