Yan Rou took off her red coat, revealing a black-red leather armor.

Now the leather armor has been splattered beyond recognition by the blood of the enemy, and the war knife is even more dazzling after devouring a dozen fresh lives.

Yan Rou took the lead and rushed to the front of the right flank defense line, and the blockers were invincible. He led his soldiers to block the enemy's frenzied attacks one after another.

His personal soldiers and attendants are all his former horse gang brothers, and their many years of combat career have made them like brothers, and they cooperate with each other very well on the battlefield. They hugged each other tightly, like a boulder, firmly in front of the enemy, resolutely not taking half a step back.

The enemy replaced a new force and shouted again to kill.

Yan Rou rushed into the enemy formation, holding a knife in both hands, slashing left and right, roaring like thunder. The red-eyed soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were killed did not show weakness, and swarmed up in groups of three or five.

Yan Rou slashed down an enemy soldier and followed him with a punch to the bridge of the nose of another enemy, and just as he was about to kill the enemy with a single sword, he saw one of his brothers killed by three spears pierced by the enemy. The soldier's screams before he died were heart-rending and painful.

Yan Rou was suddenly furious, and her eyes were about to split. He roared, dragged his sword sideways, and immediately slashed the enemy soldiers in front of him. Then he jumped up with all his might, slashed two people in succession, and rushed to the side of the three enemy soldiers who were charging with spears.

"Kill ......" Yan Rou roared wildly, and before one of them could react, the battle knife had already been slashed down. The man couldn't dodge, and even the spear was split sideways, and the chest and abdomen were broken by the blade, and blood gushed out with the internal organs. When the other two saw Yan Rou's ferocity and the tragic death of their comrades-in-arms, they were immediately aroused to the most primitive blood, and they left the officers and soldiers who were fighting, and howled and pounced on Yan Rou.

Yan Rou opened her eyes angrily, roared again, and rushed forward with two sharp spears. He seized one of the spears and stabbed the spear-wielding enemy soldier with his sword, ignoring the other spear that stabbed at him. At the same time, Yan Rou roared like a madman, like thunder, as if his roar was enough to scare the enemy to death.

Yan Rou's knife plunged into the enemy's body, piercing through the enemy's abdomen, and poked all the way to the handle.

The enemy's spear was close to the body, and the tip of the spear was already in the abdomen.

It was too late, but it was fast, and a pair of legs flew from the air, and a pair of blood-stained combat boots kicked the enemy's chest. I only heard the crisp sound of the sternum breaking, the howl of the enemy soldiers, and then I saw the spear shoot backwards with the body of the enemy soldier flying in the air.

The warrior who saved Yan Rou couldn't help himself and fell to the ground. Suddenly, several war knives and three or four spears fell almost in order.

Flesh and blood flying. The soldier didn't even scream, and his body was mutilated by a knife, and he died instantly.

Yan Rou went crazy. The dead were all his brothers who lived with him day and night.

He hated to cut off all his enemies with one sword, and he chopped off the heads of his enemies with one sword, and roared with a roar:

"Brothers, kill...... Kill them all......"

Xian Yu held a halberd in his hand and pinned an enemy to the ground.

In front are the enemy, dense and endless enemies. The Yellow Turbans went berserk, and they launched the most ferocious attacks in the face of the officers and soldiers on the hills, endless attacks.

Xian Yufu completely lost his elegant scale, and the three long locks of long beard stained with blood stuck to his cheeks casually, on his forehead and hair, there was brown blood everywhere on his body, some coagulated, some wet, and he looked embarrassed.

He was almost out of breath by the surging rush of enemies. He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, nor how many of his comrades had fallen, and he didn't even have the strength to look up. He only saw the inexhaustible enemies rushing up to him, saw the enemy soldiers with blood splattered and severed limbs falling one after another, and heard all the sounds of killing, shouting, and the sound of war drums that never stopped. He felt that the strength in his body was disappearing little by little, his movements became more and more stiff and slow, and he felt that he could no longer support it. Although the wound was still oozing blood, he had completely lost the feeling of pain.

He stood in the middle of the hill and led his soldiers to hold back an enemy several times his size. The Yellow Turban Army took the gentle area in front of the hill as its main direction of attack, and they launched a fierce attack like a tide, giving the officers and soldiers who were stubbornly defending the high ground the slightest respite.

He saw another wave of enemies rushing up from under the hill.

He wanted to shout, to tell the soldiers that another wave of enemies was rushing up, but he couldn't shout, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth. He smiled bitterly, he was often proud of his martial prowess, but now he was killed by the enemy so that he didn't even have the strength to speak. Immediately he realized that he could not even smile bitterly. The muscles in his face stiffened due to the excessive exertion.

He grabbed the halberd in his hand, knelt on one leg in a pool of blood, and hung his head. He was waiting, waiting for the enemy to rush up, waiting for himself to regain the last bit of killing strength.

Almost at the same time, Xian Yuyin and Yan Rou noticed that the enemy in the middle suddenly retreated. Then their eyes widened and they cried out in horror:

"Support, support mid lane ......"

"Move closer, move closer to the middle......"

The drums of war rang out quickly and violently, and the tense and bloody atmosphere suddenly weighed down the soldiers almost to suffocate.

The drumsticks struck fiercely on the hearts of every defending soldier, shocking and painful.

The enemy retreated, giving up a space of a few dozen paces. At the back of this space, there were only scattered soldiers, armed with weapons in their hands, standing fearlessly on the battlefield littered with corpses.

The defenders in the middle were wiped out. No wonder the enemy had to retreat a little in order to regroup his strength for the final blow.

The soldiers on both the left and right flanks saw the danger, and without the urging of the officers, they let out an earth-shattering roar in unison, and then they ran like madness, raising their weapons and shouting desperately, and rushing to the center as fast as they could.

Yan Rouhe was more than silver, and the iron was sandwiched between the soldiers, constantly shouting, galloping, and roaring hoarsely.

The enemy rushed up.

They also saw the opportunity, saw the hope, and they ran even more frantically, shouting, and wishing to fly with their wings.

On the hill, the sound of killing was like thunder in an instant, and the sound shook the sky.

However, the enemy had already moved closer to the central position, and the reinforcements on both flanks were still some distance from the center.

Xian Yufu looked up in surprise.

He looked around blankly, and suddenly found that the defensive position on the hill had a fatal hole due to the excessive consumption of the defenders in the middle, and it was about to collapse. In order for the reinforcements on both flanks to arrive in time, it is necessary to block the rushing Yellow Turban Army from the front and buy them time.

He suddenly gained strength and stood up sharply.

He turned to face the soldier behind him, raised his hands and roared:

"Brothers, let's kill them."

Xian Yufu pulled out a spear stuck in the corpse of the enemy soldier, held it high above the top, and shouted again at the soldier who ran towards him:

"Kill ......"

"Kill ......"

Without hesitation, the soldiers followed Xian Yufu and bravely rushed towards the oncoming Yellow Turban soldiers.

There was a loud "......boom", and the two teams collided with each other with a dull sound. The loud bang overshadowed the drums of war, overshadowed the shouts, and resounded across the battlefield.

The sound of swords clashing, blades breaking flesh, spears piercing through bodies, roars, screams, all converged into a deafening roar in an instant.

Xian Yufu couldn't hear anything. He doesn't need to hear a sound, he just needs to kill the enemy. He did what he could, bravely fighting into the enemy's horde.

There are too many enemies, and it is like one wave after another, surging.

Xian Yufu quickly eats away at the lives of the enemy, and at the same time sees his comrades being devoured by more enemies. One by one, the surrounding comrades fell and disappeared.

"Kill ......"

Xian Yufu roared angrily, and the spear in his hand pierced into the body of a big man with unmistakable accuracy, and then like a poisonous snake swallowing letters, it flashed cunningly and pierced the throat of the enemy soldier next to him. Before the blood could spurt out, the spear shook and swept onto the chest of another enemy soldier. The three of them fell at Xian Yufu's feet almost simultaneously.

Xian Yufu raised and kicked away the sword of an enemy soldier, turned and swept, and killed two more enemies.

"Kill ......"

Xian Yufu roared again, and raised his spear to block the slashing knife head-on. Spear break. Before the knife arrived, the spear had already pierced the throat of the enemy. Xian Yufu snatched the war knife from the slasher, stabbed back, and stabbed one person to death. Then he saw a spear, a Hessesen spear.

Xian Yufu took two steps back, dodged with the knife, and then beheaded one more person. The spear stared at him as it flew faster and faster. Xian Yufu stepped back and stepped on the corpse's head.

He couldn't control his balance and fell on his back.

Xian Yufu roared, and before his body fell, he aimed at the spear and threw his sword. The spear shook suddenly, and the force of the flash immediately shattered the sword that had fallen in the air.

The momentum of the spear is undiminished, like a flying piercing.

Xian Yufu's body fell in mid-air, with a wry smile on his face.

He closed his eyes tiredly, his heart was as calm as water, and he let his body fall to the ground, let the spear poke into his body, and did not struggle again.

An ear-piercing roar burst through the air, piercing Xian Yufu's ear like a sharp arrow.

Xian Yufu fell to the ground hard.

The huge roar of the galloping horses suddenly came to his ears clearly. He heard a voice. He heard earth-shattering cheers from the battlefield behind him.

He snapped his eyes open.

Black Axe. A small black axe.

The small axe let out a terrifying roar, flying like lightning in front of Xian Yusuke's eyes.

The imposing spear roared with a fierce murderous aura. Suddenly, it stopped above Xian Yufu's heart and beat a little.

Xian Yufu uses all the strength of the whole body to lift the body. At the moment when half of his body was off the ground, the spear stabbed down fiercely, three inches into the ground, and the long barrel shook violently.

Xian Yu Fu looked sideways.

A yellow turban general stood with his gun in his spear, his eyes wide open, staring at the opposite side. The little black axe was half-stuck in his chest, and blood was slowly oozing through his clothes. Suddenly, a flash of pain flashed across his face, and he let go of his big grip on the barrel of the gun and fell to the ground with a bang.

Xian Yufu's mind was relieved, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

The soldiers of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry shook the sky, and one by one, like arrows off the string, followed behind the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, killed down the hill, and killed towards the river valley.

In an instant, the sound of killing shook the sky.

Li Hongfei jumped off the war horse, climbed with a roll, picked up Xian Yufu, shook his body frantically, and roared:

"Feather Walk, Brother Feather Walk......"

Li Hong's heart was dripping blood. Every battle has to lose brothers and comrades, why is this war so cruel and bloody.

"Brother Yu Xing......"

Xian Yufu heard Li Hong's cry of pain, and suddenly felt in his heart that he was dead now, but it was worth it to have such a brother who knew each other in life and death. He allowed Li Hong to shake his body violently, tears welling up in his eyes.

An attendant behind Li Hong discovered Xian Yufu's abnormality and shouted loudly: "My lord, my lord, Xian Yu's still alive, he is injured, don't shake it anymore." ”

Li Hong was stunned for a moment, hurriedly stopped, and looked carefully.

Xian Yufu opened his eyes with difficulty, and reluctantly looked at Li Hong, but finally fainted again due to excessive blood loss.

Li Hong's heart suddenly fell.

He hugged Xian Yufu tightly, as if he was afraid that Xian Yufu would die as soon as he let go.

The soldiers of the Iron Cavalry are still galloping, and the soldiers of both sides are still fighting fiercely on the battlefield in the river valley.

Yan Liang, Arc Ding, and Qi Shen rushed to the front, and they carried the black panther righteous servant, like a sharp sword, accurate and extremely sharp into the heart of the Yellow Turban Army.

The dense and fierce drums of war on the embankment shook the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were swept away by the unstoppable iron horsemen, although they tried their best to resist, but the huge and fast horses could not be resisted by flesh and blood, they were like crops in a flood, mercilessly rushed, crushed, and drowned by the raging flood, without any ability or opportunity to resist. They were swept away by the iron horsemen.

Yan Liang's big knife roared, and the three enemies in front of him couldn't stop the sword that swept through the thousands of troops, they were beheaded, their arms were cut off, they were disemboweled, and they fell into the crowd with a miserable howl.

"Tiger head, rush into the car formation, rush in ......"

Arc Ding roared, wielding his blood-stained mace, struggling forward.

In front of us is the enemy's car formation.

The soldiers on both sides were entangled layer by layer, not to mention that they couldn't push the cart to close the formation, and even if they wanted to withdraw their own soldiers, it was impossible.

The battlefield in front of the embankment was like a pot of steaming boiling water, fierce and bloody.

The archers on the embankment, under the command of Zhang Niujiao, fired at the cavalry on their horses.

The abandoned spear flew out, piercing a sword-wielding foe head-on. Then he abandoned his spear and drew his sword, picked up the horn on his waist with his left hand, and blew the horn of abandoning his horse and fighting on foot.

At this time, the cavalry no longer had any effect, and everyone was huddled together, unable to move an inch. To ride on a horse is to serve as a target for the enemy's archers.

Abandonment Shen kept blowing as he flew off his horse. Several of the trumpeters of the Black Panther followed, giving orders in succession. In just a moment, the battlefield suddenly lost the fierce and vicious bearded warrior. They jumped off their horses one after another, with swords in one hand and shields in the other, and in groups of three or five, they pounced on the gap in the chariot formation.

Yan Liang casually threw away the big knife. In the face of dense enemy soldiers, the broadsword is completely useless, but it is a burden. He drew his sword at his waist, let out a roar of rage, and flew forward to kill an enemy who had struck the arc.

"Kill the ......, kill into the car formation......"

Arc Ding picked up a big hand, and while smashing it randomly, he tore out his throat and yelled:

"Kill...... Kill ......"

Abandonment is just a few steps away from the arc. With a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, he led a group of soldiers like an awl into the gap in the chariot formation.

The left and right wings of the Black Panther Yicong are Yan Wuxing and Lei Zi in Zhongqu respectively. They also saw the gap in the Yellow Turban Army Tank Formation. If you want to quickly defeat the army of Zhang Niujiao, breaking through this hole may be the key. As long as the chariot formation is broken through, the chariot formation is removed, and the cavalry rushes up without hindrance, and the Yellow Turban Army is finished.

"Order the troops, at all costs, to storm the vehicle formations on both sides and cover the panther Yicong to tear open the enemy's mouth."

Yan Wuxing turned around and shouted to the horn soldier behind him.

Lei Zi heard Yan Wuxing's order, and roared wildly: "Brothers, kill, kill......"

The horns of the charge rose into the sky. On the chaotic battlefield, the cavalry on both flanks began to accelerate and charge.

Yan Wuxing and Lei Zi were left and right, leading the soldiers to continuously attack the enemy formation, brave and fearless, and the momentum was amazing. The Yellow Turban soldiers behind the formation had to temporarily stop supporting the direction of the gap in the formation and concentrate on dealing with the cavalry charge.

Yan Liang was the first to rush to the side of the carriage, and along the way he was stabbed three times by the enemy, although the wound was not deep, but it was dripping with blood.

"Pull the cart, pull the ......"

Yan Liang kept yelling at the warriors behind him.

With a roar of rage, the abandoned shield smashed a wounded enemy into the air and stood next to the carriage on the other side.

The Yellow Turban soldiers went crazy. They roared and swarmed up. Failure to close this gap will have catastrophic consequences.

Yan Liang smashed open a stabbing spear with a punch, and the combat knife in his hand had already penetrated the chest of the enemy soldier on the opposite side. He snatched the enemy's sword and cut it off with his spear.

"Kill ......"

The arc does not raise his head, and smashes the enemy with a stick. Then four or five spears stabbed at him at the same time. Arc Ding had to abandon the support and retreat. The two warriors behind him immediately filled his vacant position, and the swords and shields were on the same page.

Zhang Niujiao stood silently on the river embankment, looking at the wind and clouds on the hill, and the iron cavalry was reorganizing the queue under the command of the sound of the horn. As soon as the front formation is opened, they will fall in a prank.

Zhang Niujiao turned his eyes to the gap. The gap is widening. Zhang Niujiao didn't care about the gap, he had no intention of plugging him in the first place.

Near the gap was a bloodied warrior, tall and mighty, ruthless and cruel, who would kill a man with every knife he struck, and never missed. Zhang Niujiao looked at it carefully, and was very shocked in his heart. Such a murderous person is like a butcher. He found out that he knew him and had fought him. He is the head of the tiger of Changshan.

Zhang Niujiao looked up at the gray sky.

It's almost dusk, and victory is in hand.