The soldiers who approached were disgraced, bleeding from all over their bodies, and they relied on their hearts to take their last breath and fight the rebels.

Liangzhou armor cavalry was founded two hundred years ago, during the period of Emperor Guangwu, the heavy armored cavalry carefully built by the general Fubo Ma Yuan for the Qiang rangers, played a great role in restraining the Qiang cavalry.

After many years of inheritance, countless Liangzhou Hanerlang are proud to be in the armored cavalry camp, but they did not expect that to this day, the whole army will be wiped out in this river valley.

"General, give the order!"

The soldiers looked at Yan Yi, and the eyes cast by them were resolute, and they regarded death as home.

"Let me wait, and finally shout a grand speech when I go on an expedition."

Yan Yi exerted his strength in his body, and shouted loudly to the surrounding soldiers: "Liangzhou Jiaqi, where is the robe?" ”

"My generation is going to be the world!"

The only dozens of people who remained pushed away the Qiang soldiers in front of them, looking up to the sky and shouting excitedly.

Yan Yi also threw away the spear in his hand at this moment, pulled out the machete inserted into the ground, and rushed forward, splitting the entire body of the rebel soldier who was killing in front of him from the Tianling Gai into two.

The hot blood splashed on his face, and only one word erupted from Yan Yi's mouth, and the sound was rolling: Kill!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The soldiers echoed in unison, and on the verge of death, let out a final roar.

The two sides fought together again.

Spears and spears, corpses strewn around, flowing blood, and painful and mournful wails have completely turned this quiet and peaceful paradise into a Shura field in hell.

Li Ru on the mountain wall looked down slightly, there was no pity or sympathy on his face, some were just plain and indifferent. In his eyes, as long as the goal can be achieved, it doesn't matter how many people die.

On the banks of the river flowing in the direction of Weishui, smoke and dust were raised.

The corners of Li Ru's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing an unsurprising smug smile, and he said, "Heh, here." ”

The flaming red man rushed across with four hooves, took the lead in the valley, and struck from behind, knocking into the Qiang people in front of him on their backs. After breaking a gap, the Han cavalry soldiers who followed closely followed continued to join the battlefield.

When all the Han cavalry entered the valley, the broken defensive rift closed again, and it was several times tighter than before.

Li Ru's face was obviously disappointed, and a little gloom was added to his eyes.

He, miscalculated.

The Han troops who came were all cavalry, and the number was about 2,000. He's worked so hard these days to lay out for so long, and it's not just a few people who want to swallow it!

"Old man Gai Xun, you are really scheming, I underestimated you." Li Ru whispered with a little indignation, and a cold light jumped in his closed eyes.

In Li Ru's view, Gai Xun was afraid of coming to die, and he refused to bear the charge of not saving him. So he used such a hand and sent two or three thousand people to mean it, no matter whether he could be saved or not, at least he had the attitude, and he would not let others grab his braids and ruin his reputation.

But in fact, the people in Hanyang City are unstable, and Gai Xun and Lu Bu must leave someone to sit in the city. Lu Bu insisted on coming, because he would not be relieved if this matter was left to anyone.

So Gai Xun stayed in Hanyang, and most of the cavalry in the city was transferred to Feng Yu to escort grain and grass, and the rest was less than 3,000, so only more than 2,000 cavalry were assigned to Lu Bu.

The main purpose of this trip was not to confront the rebels, but to rescue Yan Yi and other Han soldiers back to the city as quickly as possible.

Li Ru has a despicable mentality due to the influence of his childhood personality, so when he looks at people and things, he always thinks in a dark direction.

Lu Bu held the halberd in his hand, rode the red sword across the river, and his eyes swept around anxiously, looking for Yan Yi's figure in the vast battlefield.

The halberd in his hand swirled and flew, like a devouring beast, let out a low roar, picking off a Qiang horseman who had been attacked and killed.

Lu Bu in the battlefield had no intention of killing, and while dealing with the enemies around him, he looked around. There was chaos in the river valley, the figures of countless rebel soldiers were shaking in their eyes, and all kinds of voices filled their ears, and they couldn't hear what they were shouting at all.

Two thousand horsemen melted into the battlefield, and under the encirclement and suppression of nearly 50,000 rebels, they entered the sea like mud cattle.

The river valley is more than 20 miles long from north to south, and the actions of the Han family cavalry in this can be said to be difficult, not everyone has Chisu, and not everyone has the brave force of Lu Bu.

Before they were halfway there, the two thousand Han cavalry were scattered by the rebels who were constantly attacking and charging on the left and right flanks, and they were scattered everywhere.

Above the river, there were only seven or eight soldiers around Yan Yi who were still fighting to the death, and as the main general, his strength was almost exhausted, and the big knife in his hand was replaced by five or six due to the curling blade.

I didn't feel any pain in my body anymore, maybe it was numbness.

Yan Yi was on the knife, not knowing if he was still panting, just hanging his head, and the world he could see was all blood red.

He has the heart to kill the thief, but he can't do it, he really can't kill it.

The shouts of killing on the left suddenly became louder, and the heads of the people shook, and many rebel soldiers around them were rushing towards that side.

Yan Yi turned his head with difficulty, and saw that in the distant crowd, there was a Han general who was smashing left and right, and no one could control his edge.

Looking at the Han general, Yan Yi's heart jumped for no reason. At first, he thought he was a little dazzled, so he reached out and wiped the area around his bloody eye sockets and looked again.

Even if he couldn't see Lu Bu's appearance clearly, he should recognize the purple and gold crown on the top of his head, as well as the Fang Tian painting halberd that was wielding blood.

Lu Bu's martial arts Yan Yi knows, and when he comes, the brothers will be able to live.

Thinking of this, Yan Yifen raised his spirit and shouted in a choked voice: "Brother-in-law, I'm ......"

Whew~

Before he could finish speaking, a blood-stained spear tip stabbed into his chest.

Lu Bu, who was deeply encircled, heard as if someone was calling his name again, and he looked through the cracks in front of him, and happened to see the scene where the Qiang general was on horseback, stabbing a spear into Yan Yi's body.

Rumble!

There seemed to be something exploding in his mind, and the killing intent in Lu Bu's eyes rose, swept the halberd, forced the surrounding Qiang cavalry to retreat, and roared violently, like a mad demon: "Hmm~Ah! ”

More than 100 horsemen rushed forward to stop this Han general, but where could they stop the raging anger ignited by Lu Bu. Just one of the Qiang cavalrymen who charged by, forty of them were stabbed and fell off their horses.

"Finally solved this punctuated guy."

Juewu looked at the Han general in front of him, shook his right hand, withdrew the tip of the gun, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

He was about to dismount and take off the head of the Han general, so that he could go back to ask for credit, but suddenly he heard an angry shout in his ears: "Give me death!" ”

A blood-stained halberd was enveloped in endless might, erected on the right side, and smashed horizontally with the surface of the halberd.

Juewu was still immersed in the joy of killing the Han general, and he didn't have time to react at all. As soon as he twisted his neck, his whole head was like a watermelon hit by a wooden stick, and with a 'bang', it exploded instantly.