The earth trembled at this moment, the night sky trembled at this moment, and the roar of horses' hooves resounded one after another in the vast sky, from far to near, deafening.

The fleeing white millet suddenly turned sideways, looking at the deep and dark direction on one side, where there were actually cavalry rushing in, his heart began to fear at this moment, in fact, the scouts sent out had already sent back the news, but the development of the situation made him have to abandon the threat here, and attack Gu'an with all his might, if he can't attack Gu'an, he has expected the situation of being sandwiched on three sides, but this situation will come earlier than expected, and it will be more deadly.

Behind him, there was once again a cheer that rose to the sky, which was from the old An Han army, which was very harsh.

The white millet looked back with an ugly face and looked back at the direction where the harsh sound came, the moonlit night became darker and darker, I don't know when the Han army lit the torches, the stars were dotted, endless, as if echoing with the stars, flashing light, more and more such stars, and more and more dense, for a time it seemed that there were more and more starlight than the stars everywhere, illuminating the heavens and the earth, dyeing the day, but what frightened him the most was the roar that came from it, not only harsh, but also because this roar was like a fierce beast, like a tiger, shaking the sky and the earth, Whistling mountains and seas.

Suddenly, the war drums on the tower of the ancient city were beaten again, the drum was melodious, and in an instant === drowned out the roar behind him, as well as the sound of the horn around him, at this moment in his ears in addition to the drum that beat the heart, the deepest feeling is the galloping sound of the war horse, like a huge wave, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and sweeping towards them with no indomitable move.

The cavalry was about to deliver a fatal blow to them, leaving the White Millet no longer able to command his troops to flee safely, while frantically beating his horse. While shouting, the brothers quickly escaped from the Han army. Let the brothers do their best to fight their way out.

The White Millet's roar is filled with despair, but his howl is bound to give hope to the Yellow Turbans. The flow of people was wrapped in the flow of people, obeying the command of Bai Xiaozi and marching quickly, however, this was only the final counterattack of death, and the end of the defeat was irreversible.

Niu Wei, the county commander, found that Liu Lan was coming with the cavalry, and his face was flushed when he stood proudly in the city tower, and he shouted: "Drums, drums." Reinforcements are coming, soldier Cao Liu Lan, coming. ”

Liu Lan is now very famous in Gu'an City, firstly, the county commander will hang him on his lips every day and tell the panicked people and defenders that they will hold on until the soldier Cao Liu Lan appears, and secondly, a small number of people have heard of his outstanding achievements in the grassland, of course, the most talked-about thing is the pony he sat on, red all over, always holding his head high and looking down on the living creatures like a king, of course, the most jaw-dropping thing is its speed. You would never believe that a horse can reach such an astonishing speed that it is staggering.

At this moment, Liu Lan rode into the Yellow Turban Army, followed by Zhang Fei and Gongsun Fan.

The shouts shook the sky, and blood flowed everywhere.

To say that Liu Lan has been the most unforgettable person since he came to the end of the Han Dynasty, it is none other than Zhao Hong. But since he saw Meng Zhang Fei, he would see the handsome Zhao Hong figure under his back from time to time, but that's all, because he couldn't overlap the appearance of two people who were very different. But today, Liu Lan had such a trance for the first time. actually made the two people with different skeletons in a slight daze that recognized their mistakes.

It turned out that a moth thief leader on the battlefield ran into Zhang Fei. After the battle, he seemed to feel that he was an opponent in chess, so he asked Zhang Fei's name, and Zhang Fei's answer would be exactly the same as Zhao Hong, just one sentence: "Your grandfather Zhang Fei!" ”

Then the little leader was naturally killed by Zhang Fei's second spear, and then he rushed into the group of moths and thieves with a roar.

For Zhang Fei, who looked like this, Liu Lan only had five words in his heart: Zhang Fei, the god of heaven!

Maybe it's because of the god-like Zhang Fei, maybe it's that the encirclement on three sides is too terrifying, just the moment the cavalry joins the battle, the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army is already doomed, of course, there is still a gap that cannot be lost, if Liu Bei can live up to expectations and stop the moth thief, or even stop it slightly, then today is doomed to the end of the whole army for the moth thief.

When Sima began to kill, Youzhou Tuqi also killed, which was undoubtedly the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and immediately killed the moth thief's crying father and mother, and the corpses were all over the field.

In a hurry, the Yellow Turban Army changed from an orderly evacuation to a disorderly escape, southeast and northwest, like a mouse, Liu Lan led the army to assassinate from the flank, which made this disorder even heavier, pushing each other, trampling on each other, and even waving knives at each other, cutting off the comrades in front of them.

However, this did not allow them to live longer, because soon the Han army that pursued them from behind would slaughter them all, and even if they did not die, they would be crushed into powder by the horses' hooves.

Under the protection of a group of guards, he finally killed a bloody road, but this bloody road was bound to be full of countless dead corpses, stumps and broken arms, miserable, he just glanced at it, and was deeply shocked by such a scene, and two words appeared in his heart:

Slaughter.

In the face of the wanton slashing and slaughtering of the Han cavalry and infantry, Bai Xiaozi was about to break through the encirclement when he suddenly found a man and a horse clashing towards him. The black scimitar in the man's hand was everywhere there was a burst of people turning on their backs, blood flowing like a river, looking at the bloody killer, the white millet eyes were wide with anger, and the anger could no longer be suppressed, especially so many old brothers fell into his hands, how could Liu Lan's hands not make him grief-stricken.

Although he hadn't seen Liu Lan, the tall horse clearly told him the identity of the person who came from Bai Xiaozi, maybe this battle would be lost, but if he could cut this person, why not avenge his brother, even if he died afterwards, he would be able to rest assured.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaozi turned the horse's head and killed the horse: "Liu Lan, I want to kill you with my own hands to avenge the dead brothers." ”

Liu Lan originally saw that a group of people here were protecting several people and wanted to break out of the encirclement, but when the protected people were about to escape, he didn't want them to turn their horses and kill him, especially when he saw those Yellow Turban soldiers falling one after another, he was even more furious, and shouted again and again: "Liu Lan, Lao Tzu has to cut you with a knife and avenge his brothers." ”

As he spoke, he faced Liu Lan head-on.

Looking at his lifeless posture and staring at his lifeless knife, Liu Lan shouted and slashed at the comer.

"Die!"

The mouths of the two came out almost simultaneously.

However, Bai Xiaozi's saber only stopped in mid-air, and it was difficult to move for a moment, and Liu Lan's dragon slaying knife not only cut his blade into two pieces, but also left a striking scar on his chest.

Crimson blood gushed out, and the white millet just looked down in disbelief, and then there was no chance to raise his head, his mind was dizzy, and he fell to the ground and died. (To be continued......)