"Come on, take two pairs of my personal iron armor, and then take more sharp axe blades, and sit and watch Dian Wei break the enemy!"

In the shouting of Xiahoudun, a personal soldier had already sent a good iron armor.

At that time, the iron armor was full of fifty catties, and two pairs of iron armor were 100 catties.

At the head of Juancheng City, tens of thousands of military horses looked at Dian Wei wearing a hundred catties of iron armor, tried to kick and jump, jumped a foot away, and couldn't help cheering together.

"Kill the thief, kill the thief!"

The sound of Juancheng shouting and killing shook the sky, and the cavalry who were chasing Li Dian's soldiers in an alarm, thinking that something had happened, reined in the horses together.

In less than a moment, the gates of Juancheng were opened, and the rout troops poured in.

Li Dian was full of dejection, and looked at the mountain-like Dian Wei with hundreds of warriors walking towards the Bingzhou army with a grim face.

On Dian Wei's shoulders and back, in addition to the iron armor, dozens of halberds weigh dozens of catties, and the tendons inserted in the armor look very weird.

Behind Dian Wei, although the Yellow Turban armor was still not wearing armor, everyone was armed with a sharp axe and a javelin on their backs.

"What kind of formation is this, there is no record in the Ming Gongbing Book!"

Above the city, Xiahoudun was impressed by Dian Wei's momentum, and his face was full of amazement, and he muttered in his mouth.

"This is a yellow scarf trapping, no armor to protect himself, to defeat thieves with blood, to change his life for his life, how can the world be the enemy?"

Above the city, Fang Guang's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

This military formation is just like the battle formation of the beggar army in later generations, and what they fight for is the will to die.

Seeing that his former comrades were about to fight bloodily, Fang Guang squeezed out two words between his teeth, "Armor!" ”

"Kill!"

Xiahoudun's hairs stood up all over his body when Fang Guang shouted.

At the same time, the Bingzhou army suddenly shouted, as if sensing the danger, they actually entered the firing range of the bow at the head of the city and began to charge fiercely.

"Protect me left and right, the thieves are ten steps away, you can call them!"

Dian Wei, who was at the forefront of the Yellow Turban Trap formation, shouted at his comrades on the left and right.

His voice was like a bell, and when he shouted, all the troops and people at the head of the city could hear it clearly.

"Dangdang!"

The iron cavalry of Bingzhou can also shoot immediately, and many veterans felt the horror of Dian Wei, and began to gather fire on Dian Wei on their horses when they charged.

It's just that the big man is wearing two iron armors, walking like flying and rushing forward with his head bowed, where can any arrows hurt Dian Wei in the slightest?

"A hundred steps!"

"Fifty steps! Thirty steps, watch out for the general! ”

"Twenty steps!"

"The thief has reached ten steps!"

Above the city, all the generals of the Cao army shouted together, and even the brothers Xiahoudun and Xiahouen couldn't help but shout.

Dian Wei heard a strange cry that had reached ten steps, his hands were like the wind, and the halberd in the sky let out a roar, beckoning to the men and horses of the iron cavalry of the Bingzhou army.

Dian Wei's strange power was so terrifying, at this time, four or five horses, no more than ten steps away, were stabbed by iron halberds, and their armor could not be stopped, and they came out of the leather.

"Whoa!"

Beside Dian Wei, a group of enemy riders suddenly fell.

"Kill the thief!"

Behind the big man, the yellow turban was trapped, and the dead soldiers in cloth also threw out the javelins in their hands.

These lightly armored men did not have Dian Wei's strange javelins, but they threw them accurately.

This is naturally because many of Fang Guang's troops are hunters around Yecheng and are used to hunting with javelins.

Numerous short spears pierced the cheeks of the cavalry that did not cover the armor and the eyes of the horses.

On the battlefield, there was blood.

It's just that many of the warriors born in the Yellow Turban Army only had time to throw one or two javelins before they were nailed to the ground by the horse lance.

The cavalry and foot soldiers soon got tangled together.

The Yellow Turban Dead Soldier Javelin could not be used to swing a big axe to cut the horse's feet, but this was the mastery of Zhang Jiao's department to deal with the Huangpu Song official army.

For a time, although there were only hundreds of people who collided with each other, they were bloodied.

Since Xiahoudun started recruiting troops in Qiaoxian County, he has experienced hundreds of large and small battle formations, but where has he ever seen such a bloody battle.

The soldiers on both sides had the will to die, but in a trance, he saw that the strategists who were supposed to be standing beside him did not know when they had put on their armor and stood in the battle array.

Fang Guang's chest was like flames, but his mind was as calm as pouring ice water.

Although he doesn't have Dian Wei's tiger power and gestures, he is extremely reasonable, and he is a murderous technique that has been refined to the extreme.

Fang Guang...... Fang Guang...... Fang Guang...... Dian Wei ...... Dian Wei! ”

I don't know when, the entire battlefield sounded the shouts of the soldiers and civilians of Juancheng.

Fang Guang stabbed his sword into the neck of a Bingzhou cavalryman who was overturned by a war horse in front of him, and he only felt that he couldn't help but want to roar at the sky.

The resentment of being deceived by Liu Da'er and betrayed by the people he values was completely relieved at this moment.

In the distance, on the hill, a white-helmeted and white-faced general with a cold and arrogant face looked at the battle situation.

Listening to the shouts of the city, watching the harvest of Dian Wei and Fang Guang, and watching more and more Cao troops pouring out of the head of Juancheng.

Zhang Liao, Zhang Wenyuan suddenly fell into a trance.

"Fang Guang, isn't this person a strategist, who has seen through Chen Gong's world-class talent? Why is the blood so hot? ”

Zhang Liao muttered in his mouth, looked at the part that was one less and sighed softly.

"Mingjin, Mingjin, our army is rootless water, where can we consume so much with Cao's army here!"

"Where is Guo Gong? Where is Zhang Miao, the generation of rat wolves, do you only dare to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger? ”

Zhang Liao's words were full of helpless hatred.

As the sound of gold sounded in the formation of Lu Bu's army, the remaining iron cavalry of Bingzhou on the battlefield slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

The entire city of Juancheng was only fought to the death in an instant, and most of the two sides had already been lost.

"Mr. Datong, you, how can you do anything to charge into battle? If you lose a little hair, Ming Gong will have to behead me in front of the Yuanmen!" We are strategists! ”

"Sir's trilogy is so brave, I'm Xiahou convinced! Sir, now that the Bingzhou army and horses have been newly defeated, is it to take advantage of the victory to pursue and recover Yanzhou by relieving the siege of Juancheng? ”

Guo Jia beside Fang Guang was full of complaints, pulling Fang Guang's sleeve as if he didn't dare to let go anymore.

Xiahoudun couldn't help but bend over on the horse, and behind him, everyone in Cao Cao's family and disciples looked at Fang Guang with a face full of respect.

"Fengxiao, Yuan Rang, it's my blood that is surging, Meng Lang!"

Although Zhang Liao retreated, Gao Shunjun hid in the countryside. Lu Bu's army has not arrived, don't ignore it! ”

"Fengxiao, I think, today's army is uplifted, from today on, when the city is defended, Yuan Rang brought a lot of grain to this place, and the lord can no longer fight in the field before returning to the army!"

Fang Guang's face was full of seriousness, and facing Guo Jia, Xiahou said slowly, without the slightest hint of pride in his words because of repelling Zhang Liao.