The imperial army marched twenty miles, breaking through countless Yellow Turban villages along the way, but did not encounter much resistance, and the troops of these Yellow Turban villages had been transferred to Runan City, so there were not many people on the periphery to confront the imperial army. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The imperial army marched all the way, but when it marched outside the city of Runan, it immediately stopped, because in front of it was the army of the Yellow Turban Army.

The number of more than 300,000 Yellow Turban troops spread out under Runan City, like a yellow ocean springing up, and like a desert scorched by the sun, exuding a burst of dead silence.

Zhou Ye gave an order, and the imperial army stepped forward and confronted the Yellow Turban army. It's just that the 100,000-strong imperial army is really too thin and thin in front of the mighty Yellow Turban army on the opposite side.

Before the battle between the two armies, the golden drums of both sides were beating in unison, and the soldiers of both sides waved their flags and shouted at each other, and insulted the enemy on the opposite side in their native dialect and foul language.

A general suddenly rushed out of the Yellow Turban camp, with a gray horse of a divine horse in his crotch, wearing a yellow scarf, wearing a level 60 Yellow Turban senior camp senior Xuan armor, holding a huge iron rod in his hand, with a rough face and fierce and cold eyes.

"The court dog thief on the other side, can anyone dare to fight with me?" This person spoke in an arrogant tone, and his voice was not small, and under a loud roar, the ears of the court soldiers on the opposite side were echoing in everyone's ears.

"I'm here to fight you, and the thief Hugh will be rampant!" One of the generals of the imperial army was furious, and rushed out of the formation.

"How dare a thief leave his name?" The general of the Imperial Army asked.

"Remember, the person who killed you today is the general of the Yellow Turban Army, poking the Yaksha, He Man!"

"The thief bestows the head!" The general of the imperial army was enraged again, and slapped his horse's tail and bravely moved forward to meet He Man.

He Man sneered, and also rode up to meet him, and the two fought, and the two sides fought for more than ten rounds in just a few minutes, and they were evenly matched.

The soldiers on both sides cheered for their respective generals, and Zhou Ye, who was sitting on the Chinese army, said to the soldiers on the left and right, "Move my war drums, quickly!" I'm going to cheer for General Zhang personally! Help him slay the enemy chieftain! ”

The pro-soldiers on the left and right had just moved a big drum over, but Zhou Ye waved his hand and told them that they didn't need it.

Someone asked the reason in confusion, Zhou Ye shook his head and said: "General Zhang can no longer hear the sound of the drum, and this drum can no longer be used." ”

After more than ten rounds of fighting, Homan was suddenly defeated, turned his horse's head and fled rear. General Zhang of the imperial court caught up with him, raised the long sword in his hand and was about to attack, when He Man suddenly returned his horse pistol, turned around and hit General Zhang in the face with an iron rod.

In an instant, General Zhang fell off his horse, and he was already out of breath.

On the side of the Yellow Turban Army, they cheered in unison, and the momentum was shocking! High morale, shaking mountains and rivers.

He Man once again triumphantly walked to the front of the imperial army formation, loudly insulting and insulting the imperial army camp, weakening the morale of the imperial army.

Two more generals of the imperial army were overwhelmed by the humiliation and joined forces to fight with He Man.

After less than thirty rounds of fighting, a general of the imperial army fell from his horse. After more than ten rounds, another general of the imperial court army was also annihilated under the iron rod in He Man's hand, turned into a cold corpse, and lay on the battlefield.

On the side of the Yellow Turban camp, only one of the generals was sent, and the Yangzhou crusading army was helpless, and there was no way to deal with it.

After He Man, there are Liu Bi, Gong Du, He Yi, Huang Shao and others.......

"General Zhou, Zhu asks for a battle with the enemy general!" In this case, Zhu Zhi took the initiative to ask to go into battle.

Zhou Ye said to Zhu Zhi: "Now that the morale of our army has fallen again and again, it is no longer possible to bear the consequences of falling again, and I ask the general to kill the enemy general and raise the prestige of our army." ”

Zhu Zhi held the long sword in his hand and said solemnly: "If I can't come back with the head of the enemy general for a while, please ask the general to wait and take off the head below." ”

Zhu Zhi rode on the war horse given by Zhou Ye last time, and rushed forward, preparing to compete with He Man on the opposite side.

But before he went out of the battle, Lin Ran stopped him and said to him: "Brother Zhu, wait a minute, if you can, I hope Brother Zhu you can capture the other party alive, which will weaken the enemy's morale even more than simply killing the enemy general." ”

Zhu Zhi nodded, "I'll try my best." With that, he rode away to the front of the battle.

Lin Ran was behind Zhu Zhi, feeling a little worried about He Man, the general of the Yellow Turban Army, he had already reminded Zhu Zhi before the single-head, whether he could survive under Zhu Zhi's men or not depended on He Man's luck.

Zhu Zhi stepped forward, didn't say much, and patted the horse and fought with He Man.

An iron rod in He Man's hand was wielded impenetrable, and Zhu Zhi and He Man fought fiercely for more than 20 without knowing the winner.

Zhu Zhi's mind turned, and the blue light of a long sword suddenly flashed, and a sword qi was released, which was his specialty skill, full of power.

He Man returned his hand and resisted with an iron rod, but Zhu Zhi's successive sword qi made him a little scrambling, and accidentally leaked his flaws.

Zhu Zhi violently manipulated the horse under his seat to advance, and stabbed He Man in the shoulder socket with a sword, and hit He Man's right hand.

He Man was in pain, but he did not give up the weapon in his hand, but instead held the blade of the long sword in Zhu Zhi's hand with his left hand, and the iron rod in his right hand swung violently towards Zhu Zhi's face.

If Zhu Zhi doesn't let go now, he will be given a head by the iron rod in He Man's hand, but if he lets go, his weapon will be taken away by the other party, and in the next battle, this will undoubtedly greatly weaken his combat effectiveness.

In the midst of the urgent flow of thoughts in his heart, the iron rod in He Man's hand had already reached Zhu Zhi's approach, almost close to Zhu Zhi's forehead, and the wind of weapons whistling echoed around.

Zhu Zhi made up his mind, not to retreat but to advance, originally in his hand by He Man tightly held the sword that could not be pulled out, Zhu Zhi simply did not try to pull it out, that is, he violently inserted it again in the direction of He Man's force, under the huge force, Zhu Zhi's long sword penetrated He Man's shoulder socket again, and pierced out behind him.

Zhu Zhi also approached He Man's body at this time, dodging his powerful blow.

The war horse under the crotch was still galloping rapidly, but the two people on the war horse were already close to an incredible distance, and Zhu Zhi could even clearly hear He Man's slight wheezing sound due to the pain.

A large amount of blood poured out from behind He Man, the tip of Zhu Zhi's long sword, He Man's face became more and more pale, he was weak, and his injured right hand waved an iron rod, both in power and speed were greatly reduced than before. (To be continued.) )