"The heavens are dead!"

"Kill, kill that thief!"

There is no moon dark and high wind, and there is no fierce atmosphere of the battlefield.

The wind slowly stepped on the hooves, trotting and stepping, and the group of people with yellow scarves in front of them really looked like refugees in Liu Cang's eyes.

Thin, dark, withered, sunken eyes, and arrogant shouts, the whole team was filled with an air of madness.

You know, this is the area around Luoyang, and the refugees north of the Yellow River are more personal than them.

Thousands of people are scattered, and yellow turbans spread on the gentle slopes.

Kilometer, the wind trotted with hooves, and Liu Cang took a hundred heavy steps behind him, holding a one-meter-and-five-meter Pu knife with both hands on his side.

They were followed by female soldiers, whose three-meter-long thin-bladed scythes barely allowed them to withstand the center of gravity of their weapons and barb.

They had been practicing their battle formations for two months, and the side hillside was already galloping with cavalry, blades long enough to threaten the unarmored thugs with death in relative safety.

The troubled times have appeared, and the first step of this fight must always be taken, and this kind of small-scale field battle like a weapon fight is friendly enough for them.

If you can't adapt to this battle, if you don't die, go back and be a village woman, or learn to sing, dance, and sing, and become a waitress.

can observe attributes, as long as the heart is clear, and the high-quality food is sufficient, Liu Cang believes that female soldiers can also create an elite soldier.

In other words, aside from the physique, women are much more ruthless than men.

Three hundred meters, a group of young girls in front of the Luyuan camp held light crossbows, and their palms trembled and rolled the winch of light crossbows.

The strange roar kept coming out from the yellow turbans: "Rush, they are all old and weak women and children, kill into their station, there are horses blocking over there, don't be afraid of their cavalry!"

In the living area of the deer park, hoes, sticks, wood knives, and a small number of standard ring knives, thousands of men and women with messy weapons came out of the living area and gathered behind the crossbowmen.

The old and weak women and children, among whom there are many angry young men, their momentum is even higher than that of the female soldiers of the Flying Bear Battalion, they have just put down the work at hand, and in the face of this sudden attack, there is only inexplicability in their hearts, only indignation.

Childe has hoarded a large amount of baggage here, enough for them to re-enter a new life, and these guys who shout rebel slogans must not be allowed to kill them.

"Flying Bear Battalion, the team leads the army, and each of them forms a formation to face the enemy." Liu Cang drank lowly, hissing the wind changed his brisk pace, his front hooves smashed down, and the iron hooves crushed the earth and stones.

"Kill!" The war horse charged, and Liu Cang lifted the halberd to kill the yellow turban on the opposite side.

100 meters, the run-up has passed, and the wind is extremely fast.

Within 100 meters, less than three breaths. When the neighing wind rushed past the side of a yellow scarf, the anger burst out, the halberd slashed sideways, and the blood accompanied by a scream, Liu Cang rushed into the chaos of soldiers.

"Kill him! God harms! Grab this station, grab this place and you can gather brothers and sisters!" Loud voices suppressed the exclamations around them.

A sharp blade that slashed at the wind was swept away by the war halberd, the wooden spear was mixed with iron spears and iron spears, and a large number of yellow turbans tried to surround Liu Cang, who rushed into them alone, but the dancing war halberd dragged the explosive qi and strangled them on the spot.

The yellow turbans are too scattered, which is not a charge at all, and it is precisely because of their dispersion that when Liu Cang rushed to kill, the casualties brought out were also very limited.

Stones, spears, and even arrows were shot from time to time, although there was a protective body, Liu Cang was still dodging and blocking on the horse.

These yellow scarves didn't put pressure on him, and there was no need to deter and break the formation, just hone his battlefield skills.

The wind rushed out five hundred meters away, and the rear finally took up the battle with these yellow turbans, and the clanging battle gave the hillside a little battlefield atmosphere.

Heavy infantry, stamping, slashing, retracting swords, clusters of blood splashing.

The blade of the Yellow Turban could not cause the slightest damage to the heavy infantry in the face of the heavy armor, and there was no competition between martial arts and tactics at all, only simple equipment to crush.

Protect your head and face, watch your feet, face these yellow turban mobs in front of you, and face them head-on, these heavy infantry are invincible existences.

"Get around them! Rush to their station!" Surrounded by a mess of screams, these yellow turbans

It's not stupid, hundreds of people are heavy, these guys can't cut at all, but unfortunately the shouts haven't passed, and more dense screams have come out one after another.

"Thorn!" The female voice shouted proudly. Fifty-one groups of female soldiers formed a circle formation, echoing each other, and the hook and sickle pierced out.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~" The sound of the blade entering the flesh, the screams of the yellow turban were mixed with the crying exclamations of some female **, and a small number of weapons thrown out by the yellow turban even caused panic among some female soldiers.

The long-handled hook and sickle, the edge is like a narrow sword, and the hook and sickle sticks out from the blade seven inches, like a spear and a halberd, but because the weight is too light, the flexibility is insufficient, if it is not special, it can only be used as a surprise soldier for the weak.

This thing was prepared by Liu Cang for the old and weak women and children in the village, but obviously, the current Flying Bear Camp is just some women and children.

The blade is in the flesh, and there is no shortage of unstable female soldiers in the battle array, but fortunately, the number of people is enough, and the opponent's yellow scarves are also scattered.

"Crack!" The female soldiers led the order again, and the long hook and sickle cracked with the wind howling, and a large number of yellow scarves were cracked and fled by the oncoming hook and sickle before they could get close to the female soldiers.

"Take!" Orders that were faster than before, almost immediately followed by the slashes, the female soldiers pulling back their long handles, and the hooked scythes in their hands finally showed their vicious attack.

"Thorn~Thorn~" The flesh was torn, screaming and blood splattered.

The sharp blade of the hook and sickle tore open the flesh and skin of the enemy, and if there was a hook on the bone, it was a man who was struggling and screaming, dragged into the battle circle and dragged in front of the female soldier.

"Thorn! Gross~!" During the stabbing order, some of the squad members even made vomiting sounds.

Two or three months ago, most of them were ordinary women from ordinary peasant families, and even when they slaughtered pigs and sheep, they were not as bloody and horrific as the murderous scenes in front of them.

"Death to the traitor! Jizhou Pan Fenglai also!" The woman was unwell, and when the formation was about to be chaotic, a shout of excitement came from the roughness.

The battlefield report is the time when the military commander becomes famous.

Light cavalry marched into the camp, Pan Feng led 200 cavalry into the chaos.

"Death~! Give someone a death~!" Pan Feng roared and filial piety, and in the chaotic battle, Liu Cang's side could be regarded as killing a group of decent soldiers.

The arrival of the cavalry became the last straw that overwhelmed the yellow turbans, and the shouting was no longer there, only screaming and fleeing.

"Childe, is it okay to kill like this?" A team of cavalry killed Liu Cang, and Pan Feng flicked the blood-stained axe and asked Liu Cang.

"Kill!" A halberd stabbed to death a yellow turban woman who had no head and no brains to run beside him, Liu Cang said to Pan Feng.

"Whoa!"

"Tune, Kill!" Following Liu Cang's order, Pan Feng smiled fiercely and said to a cavalryman beside him.

These yellow scarves are really looking for death, if they don't shout the singing slogan, these people on Liu Cang's side will not dare to kill so sharply for a while.

Since they are facing a group of anti-thieves with knives, especially when the anti-thieves have also killed their own doorstep, there is no need for everyone to hesitate.

The ringing device like a bone flute was blown by the cavalry to a specific tone, and the cavalry put away the spear in his hand, rode away, and drew his saber with him.

Light cavalry killing, Liu Cang's original five hundred horsemen are now only two hundred, and the remaining three hundred knights Liu Cang directly let them unload their armor and return to the field.

Without a certain level of cavalry literacy, riding is a ploughing horse, which is a waste of horses. And the cavalry of these 200 war horses into the army are all cattle who are used to fighting.

The guerrilla unfolds, and as the "guerrilla tune" is played, the female soldiers in the Flying Bear Camp also need to join in the pursuit of the fugitives.

Two hundred crossbowmen in front of the camp shot the Yellow Turbans who were close to 100 meters from the camp. And only half of the 800 female soldiers with hooks and sickles pursued and killed the fugitives without hesitation.

The remaining female soldiers were paralyzed, vomited, wounded and weeping, and uninjured and crying.

A hundred heavy steps are basically off, and they can barely fight and charge now, swim and kill or something, there is no play, and they can't run.

In a moment, there was an eagle cry in the sky, Pan Feng led the crowd back to Liu Cang's side, and on the battlefield full of corpses, some wolverine's heads poked out from time to time.

Although these wolverines are fierce, they are still not enough to see the humans with blades in their hands, and no one cooperates, and they can only be stabbed when they enter the chaos

Die.

"Bury the corpses, bury the pastures to the west, and don't let badgers eat people." Liu Cang ordered the wolverines to be driven away from those who seemed to want to taste the hot human flesh.

At this time, a cavalryman wearing battle armor and wearing a short cloak of Yue Cai rushed from afar, and when he saw the corpses all over the place in front of him, he couldn't help but stand on the horse, and his eyes were shocked.

"The more you ride? Pan Feng, do you know the location of Xingjia Village?" Glancing at the Yue cavalry general, Liu Cang asked Pan Feng beside him.

"yes, I know." Pan Feng nodded.

"There are serfs here, no cattle or horses. I took my brothers to Xingjia Village, and I was very interested in their cattle and sheep." Liu Cang said to Pan Feng.

"Don't worry, Childe, I promise it's clean." Pan Feng was in a deep voice, and coldness flashed in his eyes.

He had already dealt with the Xing clan, and now only serfs came. Since there are no cavalry, cattle and sheep, the big households in the village are either unharmed, or there are thieves staying in the village.

"Go and come back quickly, remember, bring some yellow turbans." Liu Cang nodded, and as he spoke, the Yue cavalry general had already raised his arm and rushed towards Liu Cang.

"Whoa!" Pan Feng responded, a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.