Kill!

As soon as the gong sounded, it was the clarion call for war.

The earth-shattering shouts rose sharply from the camps on both sides, and the soldiers on both sides drew their blades and rushed straight towards each other's camps in a roaring roar.

Here we go!

Yang Feng, who was standing on Lu Bu's right, had his heart skip a beat, and his eyes narrowed sharply.

To be honest, in this competition, he is not optimistic about the cavalry camp.

In addition to the difference in the number of the two sides, Wanmeng's thousand people are not ordinary thieves, but they are screened out of 100,000 people, and their combat effectiveness can be imagined.

Rushing to the center of the field, a fierce exchange broke out between the two sides.

Lei Hu carried a big knife in his hand and directly struck the thief Wanmeng.

"Cheek thief, let you see how powerful Grandpa Lei is!"

Thunder Tiger roared, and the big knife in his hand directly beckoned over.

Wan Meng shouted, 'Good come', and the plate axe held in both hands held the Thunder Tiger Broadsword, and the two of them started fighting.

The soldiers behind the two of them all rushed forward, judging from the expressions of both sides, it seemed that they regarded each other as enemies.

The only difference is that the thieves are based on individual units, relying on their numbers to crush and kill recklessly, while the cavalry battalion is a group of six or seven people, changing the formation of twists and turns, both offensive and defensive.

Kill!

Kill! Kill!

The soldiers of the two sides who collided together roared with hideous faces.

The clash of weapons in the hands, the soldiers thumped, and played a chaotic and disorderly movement.

In the midst of the scuffle, sharp knives stabbed through the chest, blades cut through bodies, and people fell to the ground one after another, blood flowed wildly, staining the green weeds on the field.

Where is this still a competition, it is completely a complete outlaw fight!

"Da Sima, let them stop! These are heroic sons, fresh lives, don't you think it's too cruel to do this? ”

Duan Shi, who was the secretary of the office at the time, squeezed out of the crowd, ran to Lu Bu desperately, and shouted admonishment.

Lu Bu glanced at Duan Shi and ignored him.

At this time, the battle between the soldiers on both sides was already at a fever pitch. The figures fighting each other flickered, turning into countless starlight dots in Lu Bu's pupils, and the blood-stained blades were staggered, adding a wisp of scarlet to his eyes.

"Da Sima!"

Seeing that Lu Bu was unmoved, Duan Shi shouted anxiously again.

Lu Bu was displeased, but fortunately, he observed his words and looked at his expression, and promptly asked Duan Shi to be dragged aside, so as not to let him get involved again.

Duan Shi is Cai Yong's protégé, who is quite famous in the Guanzhong area, and his ability is remarkable, but he is a dead brain, stubborn in thought, and will not behave in the world.

That's why he only served as the secretary of the office, responsible for writing some ordinary recitals and documents.

The battle on the battlefield, from the beginning of the retreat of the first white wave thief, has been doomed.

Gradually, more and more of the white soldiers retreated, unable to hide their fear in their eyes, as if they were not facing ordinary soldiers, but a group of living beasts.

In the end, the whole line collapsed.

As the leading general, Wan Meng shouted loudly, but no one listened to his command at all, and he himself was knocked to the ground by Lei Hu and the other two centurions of the charging battalion.

The blade landed on Wanmeng's shoulder, only two inches from his throat.

Lei Hu looked down with the posture of a winner, wiped the blood on his face with the palm of his hand, and the murderous and irritable eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a spontaneous self-confidence and pride.

He looked at Wan Meng, his tone was very calm, and announced the result of the game: "It's us, you, who won!" ”

From the beginning of the confrontation to the end, it is only the time of a stick of incense.

There were many corpses piled up in the field, and the blood was gurgling and seeping into the soil.

The onlookers of the White Wave thieves went from the crazy cheering at the beginning, to the disbelief when they were defeated later, and now they are all speechless.

They couldn't figure out why they couldn't defeat each other even though they were ten times their troops.

The moment he heard that the cavalry battalion had won, Yang Feng's face was stunned for a long time, and then he stood up from his position and looked at the group of thieves who had retreated to the sidelines, his face was full of confusion.

Obviously, at the beginning, the two sides were equal in momentum, why did the white wave thieves continue to retreat after the fight.

Yang Feng couldn't figure it out, but at this time, he had a hint of luck, glad that he didn't officially fight with Lu Bu, and glad that he chose to surrender because he knew the times. You must know that Lu Bu only sent a cavalry battalion this time, not the famous wolf cavalry battalion and trapping camp under his command.

Yang Feng began to believe Lu Bu's previous remarks a little, and gave him two or three thousand horsemen, maybe he could really crush his 100,000 thieves.

"Why did the white wave thieves with a large number of them still lose?" Guo Huai, who was accompanying him, asked in a low voice.

When they first met, Xi Ce saw that Guo Huai was very spiritual, and after getting along for a while, Xi Ce felt that Guo Huai could inherit his mantle, so he accepted him as a disciple.

The students were confused, and as a teacher, he should solve his doubts and teach, retract his eyes from the battlefield, and slowly explain to Guo Huai.

The strength of these 1,000 thieves is good, but they lack cooperation and tacit understanding, have no sense of community at all, and only care about fighting separately.

Regardless of the head, how can there be any reason to be invincible?

On the other hand, although the number of people in the cavalry battalion is small, it is firmly cohesive, covering each other and fighting, advancing and retreating together.

The so-called 'one chopstick is easy to break, ten chopsticks keep breaking', this is the truth.

After listening to the teacher's explanation, Guo Huai nodded thoughtfully.

In the field, the cavalry battalion, which was the victorious side, stepped forward and cut down the erected white wave thief flag, which was still on the ground.

Then, a black-trimmed Robjing flag was raised high and fluttered in the air.

On the banner is a big 'Lu' character.

Looking at the handsome flag fluttering in the wind, Lei Hu's eyes were moist, and his face roared excitedly: "Lu Zi flag!" ”

Invincible!

Invincible!

Invincible!

The soldiers of the cavalry battalion who were supporting each other behind them shouted loudly, and almost everyone was wounded, but they never regretted it.

Today, they have proved themselves and the cavalry battalion!

Under the infection of this passionate and full emotion, the other soldiers stationed in the camp also roared and responded to their robes and siblings.

The sound of roaring, wave after wave.

In the end, the mountains roared with a tsunami.

After the soldiers had fun, Lu Bu stood up, pressed down with his palm, and glanced at the white wave thieves with low morale, and his voice was full of domineering: "This world is like this, the strong live, and the weak die." Follow me Lu Bu to fight in the south and the north, not necessarily all of them will survive to the end, but they must be strong! ”

"Now, the anti-thief Song Jian, with the support of the Kushan Empire, is ravaging the people in Xiliang, where is my big Han Erlang!"

The dazzling sunlight poured on Lu Bu's body, outlining the outline of his resolute facial features, and his gestures were all domineering.