Guan Hai's voice was loud enough, but the entire Yellow Turban Army team had never stopped, and the only people who could hear his voice were just a few hundred people around, Chen Molema took a few steps forward, put the iron rod in his hand on his chest, and looked at Guan Hai not far away.

Guan Hai was dressed in leather armor and wore a bronze helmet, a big knife in his hand was shining with cold light, tiger eyes and thick eyebrows and beard, looking like a rare rough man.

"General Guan, dare to ask you if you are joking? I, Chen Mo, have been invincible in a hundred battles since I led the army, and there is no trace of the mob in several counties in Qingzhou, not to mention your 200,000 horses, even if the army of one million is just a mustard in my eyes.

I still advise General Guan to immediately dismount and surrender to Cheng, and let these many people who followed you and other rebels return to their hometowns, and I will intercede for you in front of Lord Assassin Shi, otherwise today's battle will definitely require you to wait for a river of blood. Chen Mo's eyes began to heat up slightly, and he looked at Guan Hai and said.

"Hmph, I have heard for a long time that Donglai Chen Mo has superb martial arts, so you can try a certain big knife to be considered sharp." Guan Hai waved the big knife in his hand and said.

From the end of the Three Kingdoms in the Han Dynasty to the end of the Cold Weapon Era, these people like to fight alone, Chen Mo feels that this kind of battle is the most suitable for him, as long as he defeats the opponent's general, this kind of large-scale decisive battle will be one-sided.

Guan Hai is a general of the first army rashly challenged, but Chen Mo is just a lieutenant in Qingzhou, he also has Bing Cao and Thorn History, speaking of which, his position is also ranked outside the seven or eight in Qingzhou, not to mention that he has not yet been appointed by the imperial court, so it is more important to be a too guarded position.

Chen Mo turned his head sideways and said to the Zong Bao beside him:

"You let my 1,000 elites prepare to rush and kill, and the accompanying guards are ready to capture Guan Hai, and once I rush into the enemy formation, all the horses will not stop chasing me for thirty miles."

"Yes."

Zong Bao nodded slightly in response, and Chen Mo rushed to the middle of the two armies with a horse's belly and shouted:

"General Guan, I want to live under my heavenly stick. It depends on what you're capable of. ”

"Drive."

Guan Hai waved his big sword and rushed towards Chen Mo with a muffled shout, and the war drums behind him also began to beat one after another, Zong Bao signaled, and the war drums of the Qingzhou Army also beat one after another.

In the dull sound of the drums, Guan Hai's copper-colored face began to flash a faint red, and the slightest sound of strength breaking through the air on the big knife was hidden in the drumming;

Chen Mo's first riding battle. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he patted the horse's buttocks, and in the sound of the galloping war horses' hooves, he dragged the iron rod with his right hand, and swept towards Guan Hai between the two of them.

The Hun Tian stick method is only three moves to chop and sweep, but these three moves can be unpredictable in Chen Mo's hands, a stick goes out and sweeps the ground in the wind, and the whistling stick sound makes Guan Hai's face condense, and the big knife in his hand is also staggered and swept out.

"When"

With a bang, a gap the size of a goose egg appeared in Guan Hai's big knife, and he stopped his war horse. Blood was already bubbling from the palms of his hands along the hilts of his hands, and a slight tremor in his arms frightened him.

"Drink."

Chen Mo only used three points of strength just now, with the huge power of his dragon elephant twelve-layer 10,000 catties, this stick swept out Guan Hai with all his strength, and Guan Hai had already been broken into two.

As Chen Mo burst into shouts, the war horse turned around and rushed away, Guan Hai gritted his teeth and rushed forward, only to see Chen Mo simply but extremely quickly falling from the sky.

Guan Hai's arms shook and the knife was raised, and in the midst of another loud bang, Guan Hai's knife handle suddenly bent. The yellow huss he sat down on let out a miserable scream and fell to his knees bleeding, and his face turned pale and he was instantly stunned.

"Tie me up."

Chen Mo shouted. The entourage behind him rushed forward to tie Guan Hai, Chen Mo waved his hand, and the 20,000 Qingzhou troops took advantage of Chen Mo's morale to easily defeat Guan Hai in a battle and began to charge.

20,000 people to attack 200,000 is actually really simple, on the one hand, there are elite soldiers, and on the other hand, miscellaneous soldiers and people, seeing Guan Hai being arrested, part of the Yellow Turban Army has been cold. Especially when he saw the Qingzhou army with sophisticated weapons in his hands, he completely began to disperse.

Chen Mo led a thousand elites to fight in it, and more than a dozen junior colonels charged separately according to Chen Mo's arrangement, and when the two armies began to collide, a terrifying killing quickly extended along the small plain outside Qingzhou City towards Jinan County.

Chen Mo rushed to kill for a while, and found that he had killed hundreds of people one after another. The martial arts value obtained is not as much as Guan Hai alone, he laughed dryly and led the county soldiers to continue to rush backwards, and when he saw a team of nearly 3,000 people escorting thousands of ox carts and carriages, he surrounded this group of soldiers and horses with a shout.

However, after a stick of incense, Chen Mo forced this Yellow Turban elite to surrender, and asked a small leader, this is almost the ninety percent of the wealth collected by Guan Hai's Yellow Turban Army.

Chen Mo asked Zong Bao to take this wealth back to Donglai, but he found a thousand-strong team to continue the pursuit, and the 20,000 army was divided and surrounded along the way, and after half a day, nearly 130,000 captives were escorted back to Qingzhou City.

"What? Lord Thorn has already gone to Taishan County? So how do we play next? ”

In the Assassin Mansion, Chen Mo glared at the soldier Cao who stayed here and asked loudly, without the Assassin History, he would not trespass at this time, if he could pick up a Qingzhou Mudang for nothing now in a few years, if he dared to do this now, it was estimated that he would provoke a crusade from all over the world.

Bing Cao is the boss of his Chen Mo army, and he has to give him an order to march and fight, and he can only mobilize the army if he has a military talisman, and it is a taboo to fight indiscriminately.

Bing Cao didn't run away, it was because Jiao He didn't inform him, looking at Chen Mo with a depressed face, Bing Cao smiled bitterly and said:

"Lord Chen, didn't you say that you want to recover Jinan County and Le'an County, take these two places back first, then there will only be some scattered Yellow Turban thieves left, and the adults can arrange the military affairs, I will give you a warrant, and the Qingzhou military will be all by the adults."

Bing Cao quickly wrote an official document, and after Chen Mo put away his mouth and asked 10,000 Qingzhou soldiers to escort these prisoners to Donglai to guard, he asked Bing Cao to order to continue to recruit soldiers to guard the recovered counties and counties, and as for spending Qingzhou Treasury, the remaining few people were engaged in the arrangement.

On the city wall of Qingzhou, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief when he watched the army escorting the captives leave, at least more than 10,000 young people can be selected among the 130,000 people, and there will be 10,000 more troops in Donglai after training;

He now has money, food, grass and weapons, and now he is gradually starting to stabilize his territory and increase his military strength is what he should do, if the entire Qingzhou is stable, his reputation here is much greater than that of any thorn history, and it will be convenient for him to act in the future.

"Why does the Celestial Behavior want those captives?" Kong Rong, who followed Chen Mo on the city wall, asked in a low voice.

"They're also Han people, aren't they? Because they can't afford to eat, they rebel, I give them land and give them grain seeds, do you think they will rebel? Chen Mo held the head of the city with his hand and looked into the distance, and asked in a low voice. (To be continued......)