After the initial panic, the elite of the nearby Yellow Turbans gradually came to their senses, and all of them converged towards the main tent.

Ye Feng knew that now was the most critical moment, once he was surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army, this battle would be lost and he would definitely suffer heavy losses.

He no longer retains his strength, and uses [Angry Blow] on a small leader of the Yellow Turban Army who is hiding behind him more than ten meters away.

At this time, he gave the people around him the feeling that he was an angry war horse, and several elites of the Yellow Turban Army who were blocking the route were first pierced by a shot, and then they were knocked away, and blood sprayed on Ye Feng's body.

In the end, his undiminished shot penetrated the target, and a system prompt sounded in his ears: "Congratulations, kill the centurion xxx of the Yellow Turban Army and get 1000 meritorious deeds."

"Cool!" Ye Feng pulled out his spear and found that the soldiers around him were in confusion for a while because of the loss of this centurion.

He didn't want to waste time, and a [sweep] cleared up a few people in front of him, and saw the next target again, a fierce middle-aged man who had just come out of the camp tent next to the main tent.

Ye Feng activated the [Angry Strike] again, and the middle-aged man obviously saw his murderous performance just now and wanted to dodge.

However, [Angry Strike] was faster than expected, and the middle-aged man had barely moved a step when the spear pierced his right shoulder.

"Ahh Before he could let out a scream, Ye Feng cut his throat with a shot, and his eyes fell backwards unwillingly.

"Congratulations, kill the Yellow Turban Commander xxx and get 5000 merits."

Most of the elite of the Yellow Turban Army are only 3rd order, and there are no commander-type talents and strategists, and the soldiers behind are rapidly suppressing their advance.

Ye Feng once again [struck an angry blow] and charged in front of the main tent, with more than a hundred elites of the Yellow Turban Army and more than a dozen professionals in front of him.

These elites are obviously the strongest group in strength, basically all of them are about the 4th order, these professionals are the high-level of the Yellow Turban Army, and their strength is not weak.

Now Ye Feng needs to face so many enemies alone, there is nothing to say, he immediately strikes first.

The Yellow Turban Army on the opposite side obviously took him as a person, although they heard the shouts of killing from the side of the city wall, they also planned to deal with Ye Feng's beam-jumping clowns first.

"Kill!" Ye Feng roared, and it was directly a [sweep], ready to clear the Yellow Turban soldiers who were blocking the way, but after a blow, none of the soldiers in front of him were killed in an instant.

Obviously, there are commander-type talents or strategists among the professionals in front of him, and it seems that this time it is a little troublesome, and he is trying his best to deal with the yellow turban soldiers who come up around.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from behind, and Ye Feng saw a man in a Confucian robe on the opposite side holding the throat of the arrow, and fell straight down.

Ye Feng shrunk his neck, fortunately, the Yellow Turban Army did not have archers, it seems that it will not be too prodigal in the future.

However, he knew that this time it must be Zhou Tieniu's attack that found the right opportunity, and it was really a good job.

After fighting again, Ye Feng found that the combat effectiveness of these Yellow Turban soldiers had obviously decreased a lot, and at least they would be severely damaged after receiving a blow from him.

So the dead man in the Confucian robe must have been a strategist, and this time the luck was too good.

Affected by this, the professionals on the opposite side were obviously much more cautious, hiding behind the soldiers and not daring to rush out, Ye Feng only needed to deal with the Yellow Turban soldiers around him, and the pressure was reduced a lot at once.

However, the top brass of the Yellow Turban Army was obviously not afraid of death, and after he killed more than a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers, he saw that he could not sit still, and someone wanted to come up and besiege him again.

"Ding!"

Ye Feng's attack was parried by a long knife for the first time, and the person who shot it was a young man in his thirties.

In the first encounter, Ye Feng judged that the opponent had a 6th-order strength, and with so many Yellow Turban soldiers around him, he needed to deal with it very carefully.

Ye Feng repelled the young man with all his strength, and hurriedly parried the attack of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, his body lost control, and the thought in his mind at this time was: "Hey, chicken, I was attacked by a warlock again."

Seeing that the young man's long knife was getting closer and closer, Ye Feng's mood became more and more anxious, and just when the long knife was close at hand, he vaguely heard a "whoosh".

Perhaps it was because of his strong resistance after the outburst, his body regained consciousness at the last moment, and he hurriedly parried with the spear sideways.

"Bang!" Ye Feng couldn't help but take three steps back and sat on the ground, looking at the yellow turban soldiers who surrounded him, and quickly jumped up.

After another rush of parrying, he regained the stability of the battle.

The young man fought for a long time to no avail, and two people on the opposite side bravely joined the battle again, and now Ye Feng only had the strength to parry, and he felt that he would hang up if he didn't come again.

"My lord, we're here." Sun Cheng arrived first with more than a hundred soldiers and blocked the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army for him.

The top brass of the Yellow Turban Army are not fools, they can't do anything when they see things, the key is that there is an archer in the shadows, they don't dare to take risks, so they quietly retreat back, preparing to go to other places to gather soldiers first.

"Kill!"

The shouts from the direction of the city wall were getting closer and closer, and the nearby Yellow Turban soldiers no longer had time to pay attention to the battle here, and most of them were thrown into another battlefield, and the battle here became much easier.

Soon Qi Xiu killed the rest of the people, and Ye Feng immediately waved his hand back.

Qi Xiu nodded, and immediately arranged for the soldiers to search the main tent of the Yellow Turban Army and the nearby camps, which was their plan.

The items in these tents accounted for the majority of the Yellow Turban Army's loot, and they had to rush ahead of Zhang Yi and try to get as many benefits as possible.

Soon after, Ye Feng killed these three professionals one after another, and the battle basically came to an end, so he was not in a hurry to chase down the remaining high-level of the Yellow Turban Army.

After putting all the money the soldier found in his backpack and burying the remaining valuables, he led the team to the front battlefield.

Obviously, the Yellow Turban Army was much more tightly guarded in the direction of the city wall, so much so that Zhang Yi and thousands of town border troops had not yet entered the camp.

Now the battle has been going on for more than ten minutes, and the elite of the Yellow Turban Army in the north of the city have basically gathered at the north gate of the city to engage in a fierce battle with the army on the edge of the town.

In order to cope with the fierce attack of the townside army, the Yellow Turban Army in the rear of the battlefield only left more than a thousand soldiers to guard against Ye Feng's group.

When Ye Feng approached the rear of the battlefield with his team, there were only more than a thousand people facing them.

"It seems that Zhang Yi is still very powerful, let's go together, let them also see our strength." He walked in front and said loudly.

"Kill!" The soldiers were in a neat formation, and their morale was high to kill the soldiers on the opposite side, they were always outnumbered by the enemy, but they were not afraid at all in the face of two or three times the enemy.

Because of the chaos just now, the Yellow Turban Army didn't know how many people the other party had killed, so they also rushed over fearlessly.

The waves of Yellow Turban troops did not cause any confusion in the formation, and the soldiers always cooperated in an orderly manner to kill the enemy.