The rain is always like this, from the first drizzle, people don't care, and then suddenly it starts to get heavier, so big that people don't have time to react.

And now, at the foot of Taiping Mountain, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

And because both sides are intertwined, even if it rains heavily, they can't withdraw.

The Yellow Turban soldiers in the Taiping Mountain fortress are actually not weak, they are all the essence left over from previous wars, and now they are effective and dead-hearted, and they are full of fighting spirit.

But the Yuan soldiers opposite them are indeed authentic strong soldiers.

Unlike most of the military brigades, most of the main attacking troops of this army are sword soldiers, and the sword soldiers are well-deserved elite soldiers in which era and which army.

The reason is not complicated, that is, it is because it is difficult to master the use of equipment with both hands, which is not something that those recruited Ding Yu can do, it takes a certain amount of time to train.

Now, with the support of the samurai, Yuan Shao has such an elite army in his hands, which could have been proud of the others.

But who would have thought that these elite soldiers of Yuan Shao would be rolling in the mud with the Yellow Turban soldiers. The Yellow Turban soldiers couldn't pull away their bows and arrows, and the Yuan soldiers couldn't hold their swords, and both sides used the most primitive weapons, using teeth and stones to brutally kill their enemies.

The fighting was brutal.

And at this time, Wen Chou came up.

He didn't use his usual iron lance, but simply took an iron bone and killed it wearing iron armor.

Stepping on a pond, while splashing a burst of blood, Wen Chou's bones waved, and the dark and rough iron bones swept through the water curtain with unparalleled force, and then smashed on the forehead of a Yellow Turban soldier.

The man's head burst like a watermelon, red and white mixed together and splattered out. And then the whole battlefield seemed to be accelerated.

Wen Chou and the ironclad soldiers plunged into the crowd like an awl. No matter who is blocking in front of you, Wen Chou is all a hammer. Blood is splashed under a hammer, and all beings are equal under a hammer.

After killing several Yellow Turban commanders one after another, the command system of its various armies fell into a state of semi-paralysis, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the morale of the Yellow Turban Army declined visibly.

As the apricot yellow flags fell, more and more Yellow Turban troops began to retreat into the mountains without being able to bear it.

But even so, there were still loyal Taiping officials who worked hard to restrain the team, and they shouted loudly on the rumbling and noisy battlefield to boost morale.

It was also at this time that Gong, who had been waiting on the hillside, couldn't help but shout at Liu Bi:

"How long will it be, the brothers below are wailing, let's kill them."

Liu Bi instinctively refused, but when he saw Gong Du's red eyes, he finally agreed.

So, Gong Du went crazy, faced a group of yellow turban wrestlers in the dense forest, and then tied the yellow scarf belt on his forehead in front of them, and roared angrily:

"Yellow Turban Lux, out of battle!"

And nearly 1,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers, all wearing iron armor, holding long knives, chanting and singing the "Taiping Sutra" in their mouths, rolled down with Gong Du without hesitation.

As Gong Du kept calling for peace, he began to dispatch the thousand Yellow Turban wrewks to all directions of the battle line, and finally led the four hundred-man team directly towards Wen Chou's location.

Why was Gong Du able to accurately find Wen Chou's location?

Just look at the white elite armor under the rain curtain to know where the elite of the enemy army is.

And once Gong Du determined Wen Chou's position, he almost gave up the formation, and his department advanced here as fast as possible. Along the way, these Yellow Turban wrestlers kept calling for peace, and the Yellow Turban soldiers along the road avoided one after another, and at the same time erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

After that, this Yellow Turban Warrior Army was like a chisel, chiseled on Wen Chou's flank.

Receiving Gong Du's blow, the line of this Yuan soldier collapsed on the flank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then disappeared into the battlefield like melting snow.

And after Gong Du chiseled in from this flank, he did not stop, and directly cut off the return route of Wen Chou's army from the rear. The Yuan soldiers in the back were stunned by the killing, and then retreated backwards between pushing and shoving.

At this time, the Yellow Turban Lux, who had been dispatched by Gong Du to the left and right wings, had also penetrated the enemy formation and began to converge in this rear.

As a result, Wen Chou's retreat was cut off by these thousand Yellow Turban wrestlers.

At first, Wen Chou was still fighting, but with the shouts on both sides and the chaos in the rear, he realized that something was wrong.

At this time, it was too late for him to retreat, he turned his head and saw the dense yellow scarf behind him, his hands were sweating, and he almost couldn't hold the iron bones.

At this moment, this mostly angular iron bone duo was stained with blood and white pulp everywhere, and it became more and more slippery, so Wen Chou simply threw away the iron bone duo and picked up a ring head knife from the ground.

After thinking about it, Wen Chou felt uneasy again, picked up another spear, and then counted the armorers who were still with him, and there were sixteen people left.

Wen Chou didn't say anything, and directly led the sixteen people to continue forward, aiming directly at the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai who was on this barrier and the big man behind him.

Now that the retreat has been broken, then I'll go forward and kill each other.

But ideas are ideas, and it is a bit fantasy to really rely on seventeen people, including Wen Chou, to complete the task of killing and capturing the flag.

So Wen Chou adjusted it a little and decided to infiltrate the barrier from the gap that had collapsed on one side.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the camp began to fill with mist, and the vision became more and more unclear. Wen Chou and fifteen armor soldiers walked cautiously to the inside of the camp, trying not to make a sound.

Holding the spear, Wen Chou held his breath and walked through one tent after another, there was no one in it, obviously they had all been sent to the front line.

At this time, Wen Chou heard a noise, and then turned out of a corner, and he saw that directly in front of him, there would be more than fifty people standing under a canopy.

The canopy was an apricot-yellow tent planted on four huge logs, and the armored soldiers and the big man inside all indicated that these people in front of him were exactly what Wen Chou was looking for.

At this time, the Yellow Turban generals on the opposite side also saw Wen Chou and them, and these people obviously didn't expect that Wen Chou's gang had infiltrated the camp, and they were all surprised.

But at this time, it was useless to say more, and these people casually used all kinds of weapons, killed them from the sky without saying a word, and then jumped into the rain curtain.

Wen Chou was actually taken aback, he didn't expect that the number of enemies was more than he expected, seeing the eighteen people behind him, and then looking at the forty or fifty armor warriors opposite, Wen Chou also gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a spear.

"Smack!"

With the first blow that Wen Chou swung, the spear in his hand shattered. But the young Yellow Turban general opposite him had half a broken spear stuck in his eye, and he couldn't die anymore.

After that, Wen Chou took the card thrown by a subordinate behind him, and went to meet the next enemy with the ring-headed knife in his hand.

At this time, the ironclad soldiers behind him also rushed over and began to engage the Yellow Turban generals in a long section.

There were shouts of killing everywhere, because no one was using a bow and arrow, and everyone in this square inch of land was fighting in close quarters, close to the face.

Wen Chou was full of all kinds of call signs, and the adrenaline in his body had soared to the highest, but he still kept calm.

He put the card in front of him, then the whole person was behind the card, and then the ring knife in his right hand rested on the card, and then began to stride forward.

After violently knocking over an ironclad soldier on the opposite side, Wen Chou directly used the card to resist the person's neck, and then stabbed the neck of the person under him with a hard blow.

Wen Chou became more and more excited, the pace under his feet was still flexible, the ring head knife in his hand stabbed flexibly in all directions of the card, and the card in his left hand could always block every attack of the enemy.

At this moment, Wen Chou staged for everyone how the pinnacle of knife skills kills.

And the knife in Wen Chou's hand is not poked at the armor on the opposite side, but often wiped in the joints of these people, and then the other party loses its combat effectiveness and becomes a lamb to the slaughter.

At this time, Wen Chou taught everyone another lesson, that is, a good samurai must be a master of the human body, familiar with the structure of the human body.

Faintly, Wen Chou seemed to hear a dense drum beat coming from the rain curtain, but he couldn't hear where it came from.

However, in the current situation, Wen Chou doesn't care about these anymore.

After seeing another of his subordinates being slaughtered with spears from the other side, he picked up his pace once more.

At this time, when he saw a young Yellow Turban general holding a lance and trying to attack him from his right side, Wen Chou smiled contemptuously, and the knife in his hand was hidden under the sword, ready to stab out like a poisonous snake.

Suddenly, Wen Chou heard a familiar voice, but it was a scream, and he was about to turn his head subconsciously, but the instinct of the samurai's long-term training worked, he resisted stubbornly, and the knife in his hand was also used by inertia.

But because of distraction, the trajectory of going out deviated, making this split a little crooked, and the neck that should have been cut off diagonally on the opposite side was slashed on the opposite head.

Although the man did not have a skull, his skull was so hard that the knife was directly stuck.

At this time, the spears of several Yellow Turban officers in front of him had already stabbed over, and Wen Chou had no choice but to abandon the knife and retreat.

And this withdrawal, Wen Chou directly alternated his left and right feet, and withdrew four or five steps in an instant, making the stinger of the spear on the opposite side fall short.

It was also taking advantage of this opportunity that Wen Chou had the opportunity to turn his head and look in the direction of the familiar sound.

Then, he saw his cousin Wenwu lying in a pool of blood.

Wen Chou's eyes turned red, and then he kicked a spear away with his foot, and one person flew away. Then he picked up a heavy axe and slew it again.

At this time, the sound of war drums in the rain curtain became clearer and clearer, and at this time, Wen Chou heard it, which came from behind him.

Under the rain curtain, the fewer people were killed, and when Wen Chou once again cut down a soldier, he saw three people under the canopy.

One of the generals was ordinary, but he had a calm temperament, and even in such a situation, he did not take a step back. On his left and right were two rough generals, one of them protected Qu Shuai, and the other faced Wen Chou.

The giant axe is cool to cut people, but there is one bad thing, that is, the blood will be all over the face.

At this time, Wen Chou was covered in blood, which did not match his usual handsome image, but after licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, he was surprised to find that he fell in love with this taste.

A moment later, when he cut off the head of Qu Shuai on the other side, he also knew his name from this man's mouth:

"Wu Ba, it's a good name, I remember it."

At this time, Wen Chou turned around abruptly, and saw that the dense Yuan army had already entered the camp, and it was obvious that the Yellow Turban wrestlers who cut off his rear had been crushed.

As a result, after losing Wu Ba, Gong Du and the barriers at the foot of the mountain, there is only one Taiping Peak left in Taiping Road, and it seems that the general trend has gone.