Are these people still human? Deng Mao had an ominous premonition in his heart, what did they swear to die for? There is no answer to such a question, so the question is derived into fear, and the deeper the fear, the colder the eyes become, because it makes him afraid, so they must all be executed, and only in this way is the only way to resolve fear.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill them for me!"

Deng Mao commanded the Yellow Turban Army, and under his command, the horn was sounded again, the sky was dead, and the shouts of Huang Tian were sounded again.

Soon a fierce battle in close quarters began.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the Han army, which once again rushed into the formation of the Yellow Turban Army, encountered resistance that they had not encountered before, and with the disadvantage in numbers, they were surrounded.

As a last resort, they formed a circle formation, facing the countless blades around them to fight back desperately, many people were traumatized and even died under such a beating, but before they died, more Yellow Turban Thieves would definitely die.

But no matter how many people they killed, the number of people between the two could never be equal, and they couldn't even get closer, the disadvantage of the number was too great, so big that this was a contest of disparity in strength at the beginning, and this was what scared Deng Mao, why did they know that they were going to die and still work so hard?

Many of them rushed out of the circle after being wounded, so as not to injure their comrades, and with the last of their strength, they swung their blades and stabbed them into the hearts of the enemy, and then they were hacked to death by the enemy, and fell down with the corpse of the enemy after their lives were gone! Then countless people would come up and smash his body to pieces, but it was like this, the body was reduced to crumbs, and the hands holding the blades were still clutching the handles, hanging on the chests of the dead enemies.

Such a tragic fierce battle is undoubtedly shocking to the heart, many newcomers hesitated in the face of such a crazy Han army, they were afraid that they would become the lucky one to be targeted by the wounded of the Han army to die together, so, many people quietly retreated, but they will never understand that the meaning of retreat is that there are more deaths, and the ease of one side will inevitably aggravate the casualties on the other side, the Han army grasped such a delicate situation, and pounced on the Yellow Turban Moth thief who still had the courage to come forward to die!

More and more Yellow Turban Moth thieves were killed, and such killings affected the latecomers, and the cowardice of the latecomers made most of the Liang more rapid momentum, blocking the momentum of the Yellow Turban Army's advance, like a reef, unchanging.

In this kind of killing, the morale of the Han army became more and more excited, but the Yellow Turban Army was vented, and when the Han army killed one side, many Yellow Turban soldiers would turn around and flee, and even panicked and forgot to resist and became a cold dead body.

Although the disadvantage in numbers cannot be made up, the situation has quietly turned around!

"Those who advance are rewarded, those who kill the enemy are rewarded, and those who retreat are killed!"

The Yellow Turban Army suddenly heard a horn, and then the latest order of Deputy Marshal Deng Mao spread throughout the scene, and along with the order, the corpses of those who had escaped.

Advancing is death, retreating is also death, there is no way out for the Yellow Turban Army, so they can only risk being killed to the Han Army when they are forced to be helpless.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!"

"Kill!"

The shouts in front of the battle were endless, surging like a tide, and Liang Da, who had already dismounted, was killing to his heart's content, how could he not make his blood surge in such a fierce battle. The knife in his hand fell, and the yellow turban thief who was surrounded in front of him and killed and slashed indiscriminately, and the yellow turban thief who didn't have time to withdraw his weapon was cut down by him, and he stood proudly in the field at the moment, like killing the gods, shocking people's hearts!

But such a deterrent was useless, and in front of Deng Mao's killing order, the yellow tide surged again, and pounced on the killing god with a posture that was not afraid of life and death, and they still muttered the sentence in their mouths:

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

It's just that Liang Da didn't dare to show weakness, and shouted again:

"Brothers, kill the thief!"

More and more Yellow Turban soldiers are killing this army of less than 500 people, some of them don't even have weapons in their hands, so rushing is purely sending them to death, but there is no way, in order to survive, they can only do this, even if they can't live, they have to let their relatives and friends live, so they are willing to become cannon fodder, and use their lives to block the attack of the Han army to create zào fighters for the brothers behind, so that they have the opportunity to kill these Han soldiers.

The scales of victory and defeat began to tilt again under the Yellow Turbans' fearlessness of death, and they became more and more oblique, and the speed of decline became faster and faster.

"Happy, happy!"

Deng Mao, who had been observing the battle, finally showed a smile, this tiger blocking the way almost made him suffer at a certain moment, but in the end he still subdued this tiger, he did not hesitate to praise it, because the Han army of more than 1,000 people is worthy of respect, so at this last moment will sympathize with them, but that's all, that's all, for him, the concept of success and defeat is implanted in his heart, so only the winner is qualified to sympathize with the loser, and only the strong loser will be worthy of respect!

When Deng Mao made a victory speech in his heart, the battle ahead became more and more intense.

but

That's all, this is the last**,**After that, this Han army will become a cold corpse, in the face of the general trend, any resistance is just a mantis arm as a car!

There are fewer and fewer comrades-in-arms around Liang Da, and even he himself has been injured countless times, but just when he thought that the general trend was going to die on the battlefield today, a loud horn sounded in the distance.

It is not strange that such a horn sounds, but the strange thing is that the sound of the horn is different from the common bull horn horn in the Han realm, so the moment the horn sounded, Liang Da was stunned.

The sound of the horn is clearer, unlike the horn of the bull horn that is mixed with impurities after blowing, hearing such a sound, Liang Dayin's head suddenly raised due to fatigue, and then looked up to the sky and laughed.

The laughter was full of excitement, and the old brothers arrived at a critical moment, but it was not enough to excite him, and the real excitement was that they had crossed the designated place.

But such excitement turned into sadness again, watching those fallen comrades-in-arms tear their hearts and lungs and feel painful, you old boys, why are you here now!

At this moment, the morale that had dropped to the freezing point was lifted, and when some of the county soldiers who were already exhausted saw hope again, they shouted again and went towards the Yellow Turban Moth Thief, and the battlefield was completely reversed at this moment.

Being killed turned into killing at this moment, the Yellow Turban Army was defeated and retreated, such a fierce Han army of one thousand was already terrifying, not to mention another three thousand, in the face of them, the Yellow Turban Army really had no courage to resist, even if Deng Mao stopped it, the defeat was inevitable.

In an instant, Deng Mao had to retreat, the Han army's offensive was too fierce, and he had to retreat temporarily, and after regrouping, he would come back to find their bad luck.

Seeing that the general trend had been decided, Li Xiang, Xu Atai, Yongsheng, and Guan Yu came to Liang Da and said: "Our task is to protect the Great Wall of Xiangshan Waterfall River Guyan, follow us there, your task here has been successfully completed!" ”

Liang Da nodded, and then walked among the four hundred brothers who survived.

At this moment, because of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, almost everyone shed tears, for these county soldiers, the death of their comrades made them miserable, but Liang Da did not squeak, he had already become numb to the death of his comrades, but not insensitive, so he decided to bury their bodies with his own hands, this is the only thing that can be done at present, is to pay tribute to them, may the deceased rest in peace......