"Hey, Qu Chang, what kind of thing is that, is it a group of Hanako?"

Zhou Cang pointed to the group of rotten troops walking out of the city gate, and suddenly laughed.

With the enthusiastic progress of Cheng Yuanzhi's "scolding war", Zhuo County City seemed to be impatient, and finally opened the city gate and broke out of a group of beggar-like troops.

They did not have neat armor, they wore messy clothes, and some even wore women's skirts. There were all kinds of weapons in their hands, some with knives, some with spears, some with clubs, and some carrying a small tree that had been stripped of its bark. No matter how you look at it, these people don't look like an army, but more like a gang of rogues, and they are Hu people and rogues. There are many bearded people in the team, with fierce expressions, sloppy, and not good at first glance.

This kind of army is not said to be compared with the regular army of the Han Dynasty, even if it is compared with the Yellow Turban Army, it is far inferior, but it is similar to those refugees who are carried by the Yellow Turban Army.

Such an army, even if it is described as "called Hanako", is not an exaggeration.

"Hehe, don't underestimate them. After all, it's ...... who command them."

Before Liu Ruoshui could finish speaking, a jaw-dropping scene appeared in front of Zhou Cang's eyes.

But see, from the group of refugee-like soldiers, rushed out a red-faced man riding an inferior horse, taking the lead, but when he rushed to the army formation fifty or sixty paces, he suddenly lifted the inverted Qinglong Yanyue knife, and a full moon-shaped knife qi suddenly slashed towards Cheng Yuanzhi's direction.

"What a fast knife!"

After seeing that sword aura, Liu Ruoshui couldn't help but be taken aback and interrupted his next words.

If it is about the power of the sword qi, it is not in Liu Ruoshui's eyes. But if you just talk about speed, even Liu Ruoshui can't catch up. If Liu Ruoshui is defenseless, I am afraid that he can really be killed by this knife once.

Since Liu Ruoshui thinks that he can't dodge this knife, it is even more impossible for a mere Cheng Yuanzhi. Before he could completely recover his senses, he was cut in half by this knife.

What's even more terrifying is that after this sword qi cut Cheng Yuanzhi in half, he still slashed towards the military camp behind Cheng Yuanzhi. It's like cutting leeks, cutting out a large open space.

"Kill!"

After a knife was slashed, the red-faced man slapped the horse and continued to rush over, and where he went, there was a burst of people turning on their backs.

The sudden battle began in a blink of an eye, the two soldiers and horses collided together, swords and swords, people shouted and neighed, and the scene became extremely chaotic for a while, and it was impossible to see who was who.

With severed limbs and blood splattered, it was a battlefield full of endless violence and rage.

"'Martial Saint' Guan Yu? ”

Looking at the red-faced man who seemed to be a peerless murderous knife that slashed the Yellow Turban Army camp, Liu Ruoshui couldn't help muttering.

At this time, he suddenly heard Zhou Cang shouting behind him.

"Big brother, what should I do!"

Seeing this, Zhou Cang couldn't help but panic, and even Qu Chang forgot to call him, and hurriedly asked Liu Ruoshui.

"Haha, salad!"

Originally, Liu Ruoshui planned to make soy sauce this time. But after he saw Cheng Yuanzhi fall, he suddenly had a new plan in his heart.

But seeing that, Liu Ruoshui jumped up from his horse, stepped on the void and flew in the direction of Guan Yu, shouting, "Red-faced man, don't hurt the soldiers of our army, and let me Liu Ruoshui come to meet you." ”

After that, Liu Ruoshui suddenly disappeared into the air, and then appeared behind Guan Yu, and then stabbed him with a shot.

Who would have thought that in the face of Liu Ruoshui's sudden shot, Guan Yu seemed to have eyes on his back, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, which was originally about to look forward, suddenly threw it back, and actually blocked the steel gun in Liu Ruoshui's hand.

"Okay, come again!" Liu Ruoshui laughed, and then used Huo Quai's "plum blossom spear technique" to stab at Guan Yu, seeing this, Guan Yu also met him with a knife.

The two of them fought hard, but they were evenly matched.

"Okay, come again!"

Liu Ruoshui continued to laugh, and the person immediately fell to the ground, and then the gun in his hand stabbed towards Guan Yu like a storm.

"Bang!

"Bang!"

When they arrived, the officers and men of the two armies were shocked to find out. The red-faced man, Guan Yu, who killed Qu Shuai Cheng Yuanzhi with one knife and entered the Yellow Turban Army with the power of one person, was forced to have the upper hand, and facing Liu Ruoshui's gunlike storm, he only had the power to parry.

As a result, the Yellow Turban Army, which was originally intimidated by Guan Yu's peerless force, was almost dispersed because of this, and surrounded it like the soldiers and horses behind Guan Yu.

At the time of boarding, the soldiers under the command of the Yellow Turban Army were also demoralized, swept away their previous weaknesses, and forced the soldiers and horses behind Guan Yu.

I have to say that in the Three Kingdoms era, military generals, especially the legendary 10,000 enemies, are indeed the existence of dominating the battlefield and controlling the situation of the war!

If one side gains the momentum, the whole army will gain the advantage, and if one side loses, the whole army will lose!

The victory or defeat of the entire battle was almost focused on Liu Ruoshui and Guan Yu. If Liu Ruoshui fails, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army will be completely lost, and then it will collapse. And if Guan Yu fails, the soldiers and horses behind him, who only have about five hundred, will definitely be drowned under the tide of the Yellow Turban Army.

In fact, there is no need for Liu Ruoshui to win. As long as he suppresses Guan Yu, he can keep the morale of the Yellow Turban Army from losing.

If the morale of the Yellow Turban Army is not lost, then there is no doubt that it will win.

After all, the number of the Yellow Turban Army was a hundred times that of the Han soldiers and horses who fought at this time. As long as the courage of the Yellow Turban Army is not completely demoralized, it will naturally not fail.

Liu Ruoshui understands this. Guan Yu understands even more.

Guan Yu stroked his long hair lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he made an absolute in his heart.

But seeing that, his complexion changed slightly, he held the Glaive Knife in both hands, and the robe on his body was agitated without wind, and suddenly a very strong air pressure burst out, like a strong wind, blowing on the ground Liu Ruoshui's clothes and armor.

"Fluttering ......"

It was supposed to be windless weather, but suddenly a gust of wind blew on the battlefield, rolling up clouds of dust on the ground, and the reason for all this came from the man in front of him.

Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang!

Liu Ruoshui clearly noticed that after Guan Yu took out the knife this time, the air pressure of his whole person changed, and countless cyclones that were imperceptible to the naked eye gathered around the big knife in his hand, making a rustling sound.

"Haha, it's even more troublesome. ”

After feeling the strong wind, Liu Ruoshui seemed to be unimpressed, and actually laughed.

Then, the wind rages.

But see, with a gust of wind howling, the wind near the Qinglong Glaive Knife in Guan Yu's hand actually formed a substance visible to the naked eye.

Then, an unstoppable sword momentum unexpectedly formed a flying dragon with the howling wind, and swept towards Liu Ruoshui. (To be continued.) )