"What kind of way can make my spear bigger?"

Zhang Fei's voice even suppressed the shouting and killing of the battlefield, and it has already shown the potential of the broken bridge and the retreat of the water.

He deliberately undermined local morale in this way.

We are the Dao, the Dao, are you afraid of the Dao!

It's not just you who have the Tao of the Taiping Demon Dao.

"I can't."

Xia Yanzhen's answer made Zhang Fei's rare plan invalid, and he walked forward, and Qingyun swept through.

Directly swept out a large area of open space, was swept away, and countless soldiers were torn apart.

Nearly forty meters of gun surrounding, above the battlefield, how "vast" the range of attack.

"Don't panic! With smoke! ”

Guan Hai's voice came from behind, and more than a dozen bamboo tubes were thrown next to Xia Yanzhen and exploded.

Thick purple smoke came out of it, giving off a fishy, sweet, almost stinky smell.

"Poisonous smoke?"

Xia Yanzhen directly adjusted the breathing method to the internal circulation, and at the same time released and took off the coat of the prisoner of darkness, and shook off the wide coat.

The wind blew up and blew away the smoke around it.

Just as the poisonous smoke was blown around, several sounds of breaking the sky struck, and several sawtooth discs spun and flew in.

Xia Yanzhen casually used the Prisoner of Darkness's coat as a weapon and smashed those discs.

A soldier came from behind the door, and spears stabbed him in the back and in the neck.

Xia Yanzhen didn't dodge, let these soft and weak spears stab him, he pushed back, the tough spear head snapped, and a group of soldiers were shocked by the force of the attack and retreated.

Dressed in the Prisoner of Darkness, there are soldiers around him who stumble and show their pain, and are eaten by the poisonous smoke.

Xia Yanzhen picked up Qingyun again, swept in all directions, and walked towards the main general's tent in the rear.

As he advanced ahead, he saw a gradual change in the morale that permeated his surroundings.

In the beginning, those morales were like invisible flames.

Now it was shaped like vines with many small thorns, wrapped around the soldiers, making them restrained, hesitant to approach, and even trying to turn around and run away.

"Morale seems to be a force of emotions and desires."

Xia Yanzhen said secretly in his heart.

There were no soldiers around who dared to rush up, and they kept retreating as Xia Yanzhen advanced.

It is not unheard of for a fierce general to charge into battle alone.

But there are prerequisites - the people are fierce, the horses are good, and the speed is fast.

It was very mobile, there was no corresponding fierce general to pull it in, and it was not really besieged.

Rushing into battle, what is particular is a "rush"!

Rushing is the basic requirement of one enemy against ten thousand, and if you don't rush, no matter how strong the fierce general is, it is impossible to defeat ten thousand with one.

But the Taoist priest in front of him broke the conventional cognition of the soldiers around him.

He didn't ride a horse, he didn't rush up, he just walked simply, step by step, slowly.

The pace is even slow, only slightly faster than walking.

He is not a wind of death, but a mountain that weighs down on him, and the night that falls.

Unstoppable!

Non-human beings can stop it!

Guan Hai had already retreated, more than a hundred meters away from Xia Yanzhen, pulled up his bow and arrows and shot at Xia Yanzhen, harassing him slightly.

The intention to retreat is already very obvious.

"Blow the trumpet!"

He said to the soldiers beside him.

The guards blew their horns, and the sound of the vast horns echoed on the battlefield, which was a call for help.

In the camp tent, Zhang Rao heard the sound of the horn, frowned and thought for a moment, and chose to point troops, leaving only a part of the people to defend the gate of Qingzhou City.

Xia Yanzhen continued to advance, and the soldiers around him scattered more and more.

The thorny aura was blurring, not disappearing, but like a poisonous snake, constantly passing through the soldiers' bodies.

"Ahh

Finally, as a few brave soldiers rushed over, they were shot to death by Xia Yanzhen.

A cry of terror rang out.

The cry became a fuse, igniting the surrounding fear.

Terrible cries rang out all around, connecting into one piece.

The spears, shields, and other weapons in their hands were dropped, and the soldiers, who had completely lost their will to fight, turned around and ran backwards in desperation.

Some ran slower, were pushed straight away, and fell to the ground.

Before he could get up, he was stepped on back, and he never got up again.

Countless feet fell on them and trampled them to death.

Some of the soldiers stepped on the bodies of their colleagues and did not stand firmly, and also fell to the ground, and immediately turned into other corpses.

Because there are relatively few people wearing armor, there is no large-scale loss of armor.

Scattered on the ground were weapons, as well as corpses that had been trampled to form.

The battlefield is full of blood.

Although Xia Yanzhen is spotless, a random blow can make hundreds of people's bones disappear.

The strong blood seemed to be boiling.

The world in front of Xia Yanzhen's eyes was slightly distorted, it was the "bloody qi",

The "morale" was too strong, like the edge of a flame, and the heat distorted the surrounding scene.

When I closed my left eye, the world in front of me suddenly returned to normal.

Although that morale could be seen, it had no effect on Xia Yanzhen.

After all, morale affects more in terms of "emotions", and Xia Yanzhen suspects that this is a strong emotion, the power of desire formed.

There is no emotion or desire in the eyeballs.

At most, you can distort your gaze and close your eyes.

Continuing to walk forward, the scattered soldiers around him began to gradually become abnormal.

Normal soldiers scattered and fled, that is, ran away.

These soldiers, as they run, will let out a frightened and high-pitched cry, like madness.

Even Guan Hai was greatly affected, and he rode his horse wildly with no face, and even the surrounding guards were knocked away by him on horseback.

At this time, Zhang Rao had just come with troops to support, and was rushed by his own rout, and the military formation was suddenly a little unformed.

"All the soldiers obey the order! Charge with me! ”

Behind Xia Yanzhen, Liu Bei's shouts were heard, followed by war drums and shouts of killing.

Xia Yanzhen defeated the enemy army alone, and the next thing was the time to beat the water dogs.

Leading troops to fight, except for the military generals who pay attention to a certain amount of fairness in front of the battle, they will not pay attention to fairness and morality at other times.

Shoot when it's time to shoot!

Zhang Rao didn't expect that as soon as he came, he would face such a bad situation.

can only be hastily resisted.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei rode their horses straight to Zhang Rao's place.

On the other side, the gate of Qingzhou City was also opened, and a group of soldiers appeared, scattering the Yellow Turban Army that remained here to guard.

Those Yellow Turbans didn't forget to blow the horn to remind.

But it doesn't help.

Even if Zhang Rao knew, he would not have the extra energy and strength to resist.

Under the front and back attacks, the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Rao soon lost all morale, and although they were not as exaggerated as the soldiers who had broken up just now, they also had the idea of retreating and began to flee.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Rao also decisively let the surrounding soldiers escort him to escape.

This battle was a fiasco, and he was powerless to return to heaven.

As soon as the main general ran, even the military flag fell, and the Yellow Turban Army completely became a plate of scattered sand.

The only difference with lambs to the slaughter is that they can run.

A few more trumpets sounded.

This is to remind the soldiers prepared by Zou Jing's side that they can also come up to chase the poor.

Zhang Rao didn't run long, and Zhang Fei and Guan Yu caught up

Zhang Rao was beheaded by the two brothers along with his personal guards, and his head was lifted by Zhang Fei in his hands.

Under normal circumstances, at this time, the head is raised high and shouts "The enemy general has been beheaded!" ", can fully hit the morale of the enemy army.

Not anymore now.

There is no need for Zhang Fei and Guan Yu to do anything at all.

The Yellow Turban Thief has collapsed to the point that one more head, one less head, has no effect at all.

In the already one-sided battlefield, Xia Yanzhen rode over.

Tiamat arrived with the horse just now and let Xia Yanzhen get on the horse.

Chasing and killing these scattered soldiers, Xia Yan really didn't have much interest, he had other things.

"Yun Chang, Yide." Xia Yanzhen said, "I have a question. ”

"Chief Xia, please speak." Guan Yu hugged his fists.

Xia Yan Zhen is a person outside the square, there is no word, and everyone else is called "Dao Chief", which is an honorific title.

"I just saw that those yellow turban thieves who broke up seemed to be frightened and were going crazy?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

"That's right."

Guan Yu said, "It is true that there will be some soldiers who will be frightened and crazy on the battlefield, but there are not many. ”

Under normal circumstances, the collapse of discarded armor is a very bad situation.

It's better, you can fight and retreat.

No matter how good the victorious side is, it still has to "chase after the poor", which has a bit of a strategic retreat.

It's very rare to see a situation like today's.

Guan Yu not only reads the Spring and Autumn Period, but also reads all kinds of military books, he has only seen this situation in books, and it is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

Now is the time when Liu Bei's three brothers have just debuted, and to be honest, they are not battle-hardened.

Xia Yanzhen's question can only be answered through the records in the books.

"Then these people have been crazy since then?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

Guan Yu shook his head: "What will happen in the future, I don't know." ”

Xia Yanzhen looked at Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei shook his head violently: "I don't know, wait-"

Suddenly, he remembered something.

"It seems that before I got to know the eldest brother and the second brother......," Zhang Fei remembered one thing.

At that time, he heard that a man had returned home from a defeated battle and had died in a few days of madness.

"Dead?"

"Yes, it's dead, I've been to see it, and it's a little scary." Zhang Fei said.

It is a little scary for a murderer like him to say that the state of death is a little scary, and the death must be very unsettled.

"Dao Chief, what are you asking for?"

"Don't you think it's a little weird?" Xia Yanzhen said, "Morale, the soldiers are still scared to death by being scared alive? ”

Zhang Fei and Guan Yu glanced at each other and shook their heads.

"Isn't that what troubled times are all about?" Zhang Fei said with a big grin, "It will be good to calm down this troubled world." ”

"Perhaps." Xia Yanzhen looked over, this battle was not over yet.

On the battlefield, the so-called morale is still shrouded.

Let the loser lose even more, and the winner will chase more fiercely.

With the army of Qingzhou City and Zou Jing leading people to join, the siege of Qingzhou gradually came to an end.

Night.

Outside the city of Qingzhou, a large number of torches were lit to illuminate the battlefield outside the city.

The work of cleaning up the battlefield is indispensable.

(End of chapter)