Zhang Niujiao, who did not understand the art of war, took out three hole cards at one time, and instantly caught the officers and soldiers of Beihai off guard.

I saw that the Yellow Turban Lux knocked a piece of talisman paper, and suddenly seemed to have drunk two hundred catties of stimulants, excited, screaming, along the road that the Yellow Turban soldier gave way, striding wildly, and rushing towards the sword and shield battle array of the Han army.

A centurion looked at the bull-like yellow turban wrestler, his eyes showed horror, and he shouted "Resist, resist~~" in his voice.

The well-trained Han army wielded a knife to kill the Yellow Turban pawn near the left, regrouped the battle formation, the shield was in front, the person was behind, the shield man was stacked twice, enough to block the impact of any strong army, the third row was the broadsword team, and the carefully selected soldiers in the army carried a shiny broadsword, and a pair of eyes locked on the Yellow Turban Warrior.

If you want to use manpower, you can resist demon soldiers!

Rumble!

In an instant, the Yellow Turban Warrior without any formation slammed into the sword and shield battle formation.

But what was shocking was that the sword and shield battle array formed by nearly a thousand people was broken by the Yellow Turban Lux on the spot without even half a breath.

The centurion, by virtue of his positional advantage, was not instantly covered.

But the other Han troops were not as lucky as him, only to see the Yellow Turban wrestler handle a hard shield of one person's height, smash the shield array wildly, and the strong brute force smashed the two people on the opposite side, or even five or six people directly to the ground, and the unfortunate ones were directly fractured and broken, and the liver and brain were smeared.

The knife of the broadsword team slashed at the Yellow Turban Lux, but it was useless.

The body surface of the Yellow Turban Lux seems to be covered with a layer of hard cowhide, and the ordinary centurion struggles to cut a little epidermis at most, and the blood that comes out is not as much as saliva.

Zong Bao held the ancient ingot knife, and looked at the five hundred yellow turban wrestlers who broke the formation like cutting melons and vegetables, and felt a chill for no reason.

"It's too messy, it's too messy!"

The way of the soldier, or pay attention to 'step by step, step by step', or the pursuit of 'the soldier is fast, the antelope hangs its horns', or it is positive or strange, and there are not so many conspiracies and tricks in the storyteller's mouth.

The practice of opening the horns in front of him, in his opinion, is nonsense, throwing out all the hole cards at one time, if you can't play in a battle, not to mention the loss of soldiers, morale will be greatly reduced.

But I have to say that Zhang Niujiao's style of play really made the Beihai Han army very difficult.

The Yellow Turban Lux rushed away from the shield array, which immediately made the Yellow Turban soldiers highly morale, shouting slogans to follow behind the Yellow Turban Lux and enter the Han Army.

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

Zong Bao gritted his teeth, his eyes showed a trace of unbearability, and he pinched the ancient ingot knife and shouted: "Reserves, give it to me!"

After saying that, he took the initiative to rush forward and meet a yellow turban wrestler who was killing.

Zong Bao is not one of those rotten and mediocre officials in the court, he is just a martial artist with mediocre qualifications, honing his martial arts day after day, obtaining a position that is neither high nor low, and doing errands that are not light.

He didn't want to bully men and women, nor did he think about rebelling against the world, he just wanted to spend this life in peace.

How...

If it weren't for the last resort, he wouldn't let the reserve team go into battle, the reserve team was just a militia that was recruited by Kong Rong and reorganized by the people, most of them didn't even have a sword to kill, and Zong Bao was willing to let them die in vain.

Only try your best to kill the enemy, so that you and others have less pressure.

Thinking of this, Zong Bao raised his arm with a knife, swept away the slashing of the Yellow Turban Lux, saved a Han soldier from his hands, and immersed himself in the martial arts instinct for decades, disemboweling the Yellow Turban Force.

"Thank you, General, for your help. ”

"Can you still fight?"

"Yes. ”

The soldier was grateful, and was about to get up, when his eyes suddenly flashed with horror.

"General be careful. ”

Before Zong Bao could turn back, a fierce sword wind came to his neck, startling him to subconsciously rush forward.

The missing big knife slashed at the little soldier who had not yet gotten up, splitting his head in half on the spot, and red and white blood splashed on Zong Bao's face, but it couldn't hide the shock in his heart.

Unexpectedly?

He clearly saw that the yellow turban wrestler had been disemboweled, revealing his ribs and wriggling internal organs, and he was obviously dying, however, his expression and eyes did not change at all, and the attack he swung out was not weak.

Is this the Yellow Turban Lux created by witchcraft?

It's horrible!

Zong Bao left countless wounds on the Yellow Turban Lux one after another, but he couldn't make the Yellow Turban Lux stop, and only by beheading him could the Yellow Turban Lux stop.

At this time, the reserves also exchanged fronts with the Yellow Turbans.

Because of the existence of the Warlord, even if the second test players in the reserve team are afraid of death, they dare not escape.

Among them, there are players with bright brains, who have already thought of ideas.

"I'll surrender anyway, I'm not wearing armor, throw away the gun, pick up a yellow cloth and cover my head, who will recognize me?"

"Even if you recognize that I am not a yellow turban, as long as you say that you were forced by officers and soldiers, and the yellow scarf does not disturb the urine of the people in the early stage, you will not easily kill people. ”

"Just do it, paddle first, then surrender, don't get too far ahead, lest you be killed by those red-eyed Yellow Turban wrestlers, then you will be wronged. ”

Most players feel like they can surrender and survive. But there are a few people who have other ideas.

"Team Xu isn't here, what should we do?"

"Rush to kill for a while, and on the premise of protecting yourself, try to kill as many points as possible. ”

The men of several special case teams discussed and formed a small formation to assist each other and firmly protect their own safety.

"Damn, I'm an assassin, not a warrior, and this kind of scene isn't for me. ”

Zhao Heng rubbed his nose, since he was sent out of Shennongjia, everything has not gone well, business is not good, his girlfriend has broken up and thrown himself into the arms of others, and now even the map selected by the main god game is an unfriendly war copy, and he has been unlucky for eight lifetimes.

"It's unfortunate. ”

Zhao Heng flipped his hand and took out a sharp knife, stabbed it into the neck of a yellow scarf pawn, and drew the knife bloodlessly.

"Is it him? That stealth killer, tsk, in this kind of crowded battlefield, stealth ability is like chicken ribs. ”

"Leave him alone, he's just a lone ranger, and he didn't fight us in the last game, so he can't compete with him. ”

"Yes, it's important to save your life first, don't be rash. ”

On the other side, several players also resisted the Yellow Turban Pawn in a group, although they were not as thorough as the members of the special case team, but with superior force, they still maintained the formation, and even had the spare energy to observe other places.

In addition to them, there were more than a dozen stable points in the chaotic Han army formation, either martial artists like Zong Bao who had mastered qi, or those who had participated in the first test.

Rao is like this, the Beihai Han army still can't hold the rout, and is gradually pressed back to the foot of the city wall by the Yellow Turbans, except for a few elite soldiers who are responsible for breaking their tails, most of the Han army has withdrawn into the city.

Xu Yu looked at the dusty wall in front of him, with a melancholy expression.

It's so melancholy, although I'm a woman, don't refresh me in the position of the logistics women and children who carry the pot and carry the pulp!

There is a kind of girl who singles out all the female generals in the Three Kingdoms and fights me alone, if I don't kill them with one hand, my name will be written backwards!

"Hurry up, burn the gold juice, the yellow turban thief is coming. ”

"Hey, here it is, you girl, don't help yet. ”

"I should be scared silly, after all, there are women and children. ”

A flag-bearer at the head of the wall looked back at the city and urged loudly, and then several people at the foot of the inner city wall echoed one after another, and then urged Xu Yu, who was 'afraid and stunned'.

Xu Yu: "......"