On the battlefield outside the east gate of the gall pottery city, the two armies were fighting fiercely.

On the west side of the battlefield, Li Hong led the elite of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry, centering on the battlefield on the west side, swinging the iron cone again and again, smashing the stubbornly struggling enemy into powder and crushing it to pieces.

To the north of the battlefield, the three thousand Yan Zhao tribes of Xian Yufu were surrounded by Chu Feiyan's 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers, and the soldiers on both sides were fighting in a bloody battle.

To the south of the battlefield, the 3,000 cavalry of Xian Yuyin was bravely attacking the 20,000 army on Chu Feiyan's left flank.

On the east side of the battlefield, Chu Feiyan's 20,000 troops on the right flank quickly intervened, quickly joined Yang Feng's remnants, and barely supported the situation on the battlefield in the west.

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Chu Feiyan's crab-shaped attack formation became very loose.

On the right flank, because there was no resistance, the troops were fully deployed. The left side was blocked by the cavalry who were less than silver, and it was difficult to move an inch. The crab head led by himself also fell into a melee because of the stubborn resistance of Xian Yu's auxiliary department, and stopped in place.

Although the troops withdrawn from the north gate had already arrived at the battlefield, they fought a siege battle in the middle of the night, and then ran for half an hour, and the soldiers were so tired that they could not get up on the ground. The attrition of the troops was also very serious, with only more than 10,000 people left. When such troops are pulled to the battlefield, they are simply sent to death.

Chu Feiyan told them to rest immediately and prepare to support the battlefield at any time.

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Shiyi Lang is Chu Feiyan's little brother, Shiyi Lang is not a name, nor is he ranked at home, but his nickname, the reason is that he has an extra little finger on the thumb of his right hand, so everyone calls him Shiyi Lang. Now he was kneeling in front of the horns.

"What does Swallow say?" Zhang Niujiao beckoned at him, motioning for him to stand up and speak.

"Dashuai, Chu Shuai means that the possibility of encircling and annihilating the Leopard Army is very small, and the best possibility is to severely damage the Leopard Army. Now Yang Shuai's troops have been dispersed, and our army in the west has no troops to use as interceptors, so if you want to inflict heavy damage on the Leopard Army, you must entangle him, and if you want to entangle him, you need troops and time, so ......" Eleven Lang hesitated for a moment and did not continue.

"Don't have the troops to attack the city?" Zhang Niujiao asked.

Eleven Lang nodded.

Zhang Niujiao laughed easily, he stretched out his hand and patted Shiyi Lang's shoulder and said, "Send someone to tell Yanzi, and the Qizhi in front, I will return to the West Gate, and I will leave it to you here, and be sure to hit the leopard's cavalry." ”

"Dashuai......" Eleven Lang hurriedly said: "It's snowing heavily, so let's stay here." ”

Zhang Niujiao shook his head, his expression was resolute, and he said very confidently: "I want to take the gall Tao City." ”

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The 3,000 people of Xian Yufu are getting fewer and fewer, and Yan Zhao's tribe is struggling.

Li Han's old wounds were not so thorough, and after he struggled to slash and kill a dozen enemy soldiers, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and was surrounded by seven or eight Yellow Turban soldiers. The enemy pressed him tightly and swore to kill him. At this moment, he tripped over a dead horse, lost his center of gravity, fell on his back, and three spears, in no particular order, roared upwards and plunged into his chest fiercely, and blood burst out. Li Han howled miserably and died suddenly. A Yellow Turban soldier leapt to his feet and slashed off his head.

Xian Yufu saw Li Han die, and roared in pain. His anger surged, his eyes were about to split, and the iron halberd in his hand was aimed at the enemy soldier who leaned over to pick up Li Han's head. He then kicked an enemy to death, snatched the spear from his hand, and screamed and pounced on the Yellow Turban soldiers who were besieging Li Hong.

The enemy soldier had just stood up straight with Li Han's head when he saw a bloody halberd flying in the air. His eyes widened in fear, his mouth wide open, and he let out a desperate and helpless scream. With a "poof", the iron halberd passed through his chest, taking him back two steps in a row, and then he was nailed to the ground heavily.

Xian Yufu roared, and the spear pierced through the enemy soldiers, and at the same time, more than a dozen weapons flew towards Xian Yufu.

"Killing ......" Xian Yufu was not afraid and roared forward.

Yan Liang's invincibility is really terrifying. His men followed him, deeply aware of what it was like to wander around the battlefield. Yan Liang's tiger-headed broadsword was invincible, no one could get close within a radius of a few zhang, and hundreds of enemies were arbitrarily killed by him one by one. His squires had a hard time finding an opponent to fight. As soon as the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army saw Yan Liang, who was covered in blood, they immediately dispersed, and no one dared to besiege him at all.

Zhang He and his subordinates were killed and retreated by the Yellow Turban Army several times, but he stubbornly led his subordinates back to kill. He had to block the flanks and not let the enemy outflank the troops and encircle his comrades. Just when he couldn't hold it anymore, Wen Chou came up with a hundred people to support.

The handsome Wen Chou is absolutely bloody and tragic when he kills people, and there is no one under the knife. Zhang He leaned on a war horse, panting violently, but his eyes followed Wen Chou's tall figure. After a short period of time, the situation suddenly reversed, and Wen Chou not only repelled the besieging enemy, but also began to lead people to chase and kill.

Yan Liang roared suddenly, the roar was like a fierce tiger being stabbed into the chest, terrible and wild.

Fu Qiang looked at the war knife on his chest, his body lost weight in an instant, and he felt himself floating. He saw Yan Liang cut off the enemy's head with a knife, holding himself and yelling desperately, and saw tears running down Yan Liang's cheeks.

"Tiger head, tiger ......" He saw a spear suddenly stabbing at Yan Liang's back, he tried his best to gather the last bit of strength, screaming, shouting.

Three knives flew in the air at the same time, three knives stained with brown blood. The head of the spear was cut off with one sword, the body of the spear with one sword, and the hands of the enemy with one sword.

Fu Qiang's heart was relieved and he died in Yan Liang's arms.

Tian Zhong looked down at Fu Qiang, and couldn't help but think of Lu Longsai, think of Bailing Ranch, and think of the night when he and Fu Qiang fought side by side, and his tears suddenly welled up. Tian Zhong violently held high the black panther battle flag and shouted loudly: "Brothers, kill Ah ...... and avenge the military marquis......"

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Chu Feiyan looked at the white-haired old man on the battlefield from afar, raising the flag and roaring, her heart ached, and she immediately shook her hand at the dog behind her. The dog is a sharpshooter and is about to shoot Tashige. He saw Chu Feiyan's face full of sadness, and a trace of ominous thoughts suddenly flashed in his heart.

"My lord, we can't kill them, we can't rush over, but if we kill them, we don't have much left. Is it worth it to fight hard like this? The dog put down his bow and arrows and barked loudly.

Chu Feiyan ignored him and looked at the battlefield to the east. The troops of Xian Yuyin are still attacking, constantly attacking, but the number of troops has been significantly reduced. On the battlefield to the west, the sound of killing never stopped, and the roar like thunder rose higher and higher. He knew that it was a slaughterhouse, and tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers had no defensive equipment and no fortifications, what could they do but wait for death? For the first time, they fought against the cavalry, for the first time, at the cost of their lives.

The leopard is personally leading the iron horse, devouring the lives of the Yellow Turban Army over and over again on the windy and snowy plains. It is the life of the Yellow Turbans.

Chu Feiyan slowly closed her eyes. Today's situation is exactly what Zhang Niujiao needs, and it is also what the leopard needs. One wants to annihilate the leopard and his cavalry to clear the way for the future of the Yellow Turbans; One wants to fight the Yellow Turban Army in blood, for a small gall pottery city, and for the officers and soldiers to gain a respite. But who will be the winner?

Chu Feiyan felt that it was a leopard, and the leopard was the winner. Even if his troops finish today, he is the winner. With an iron cavalry of 10,000 people, he wiped out 300,000 or 400,000 horses of the Yellow Turban Army. From now on, who in the Yellow Turban Army will dare to fight against the leopard again? Who will dare to face the Iron Rider again?

He looked up at the sky. It was almost noon and the snow was falling heavier.

"Chu Shuai, let my troops go up, right?" The dog barked loudly.

Chu Feiyan shook her head and shook her head resolutely.

After this battle, the Yellow Turban Army will never be in such a state of slump again, and will never have such confidence again.

"Chu Shuai ......"

Chu Feiyan's heart trembled, and she looked back sharply.

Wang Dang stood behind him and burst into tears.

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