"Be hidden."

With a low snort, Ying Fei took the lead and ran towards the Bocai camp, followed by Wei Wushu.

The fifth watch day is the darkest point of the day. Stretching out your hand and not seeing your five fingers is the truest portrayal of this moment. The army moved, and they all crept forward.

"Whew."

Exhaling deeply, Ying Fei's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his left hand, signaling the army to stop advancing, while he complied.

glanced at Zhao Yi and Li Cheng, stretched out his finger and pointed ahead, and then made a movement to wipe his neck. At the moment when Ying Fei put down his hand, two black shadows rushed out like ghosts.

"Poof."

Zhao Yi arrived first and rushed straight to the right. The dagger in his hand was reversed, he pulled a dagger, covered his mouth, and pierced his throat at once.

"Zi, Zi, Zi......"

No matter how much blood spurted out, Zhao Yi never let go. has been holding it to death, and his whole body is infected with blood.

"Dog, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yi's movements, although light. However, it still made a sound, which aroused the alarm of the dog.

"He's dead."

A bolt of lightning struck, and the dagger was like a stinger. All at once it went down my throat. Blood spurted outward, and for a while, the smell of blood was permeated.

Zhao Yi and Li Cheng have clean means, and they are worthy of being the apprentices of the sword god Wang Yue. Ying Fei smiled with satisfaction, the essence of her eyes flashed, and she pointed forward with her left hand.

"Let's go."

All the way forward, keep advancing. The guards along the way were cleared one by one by the Iron Sword Dead.

Three miles, coming at night.

Lying outside the Yellow Turban camp, Yingfei's eyes were cold. The previous apprehension and anxiety are all gone. Instead, there is endless slaughter.

"Upper crossbow."

"No."

Zhao Yi and Li Cheng moved away from the deer moss, and the army rushed in. This time, Ying Fei had a murderous intention in her heart, and she had no thoughts of life at all. With an indomitable heart, Bo is evergreen.

"Enemy attack!"

The great horror exploded all at once. The whole camp, like an atomic bomb, was in chaos.

"Kill."

Ying Fei's eyes moved, the iron sword in his hand flashed, and he casually killed a yellow turban soldier. Its roar, said.

"Assault on the camp of the Chinese army."

"Kill."

The shouting of killing shook the sky, and Wei Wushu was in an instant, and his fighting spirit was raging, and he wanted to burn the sky.

"Poof."

The iron sword is constantly swinging, like a poisonous dragon, and every move is a killing technique. Yingfei's martial arts are not strong, but he has a lot of experience. There is not much pressure to kill the Yellow Turban soldiers.

The blade of the sword slashed across his neck, and a splash of bright red flowed out. Ying Fei's eyes were cold, and she fought all the way forward. Let the blood spurt thin, staining the armor red.

"Qu Shuai, it's not good, the enemy is attacking!"

The second dog trotted all the way and ran into the handsome tent. The situation is critical, and there is nothing else to be desired.

Hearing this, Bo Cai was shocked. For the protector of the Western Regions, this person is extremely jealous. Especially in the first battle during the day, two generals were lost. As a result, the morale of the army is unstable and morale is low.

"Drumming."

"No."

Bocai's eyes flashed, and he shouted, saying. Ying Fei is extremely difficult, and Dian Wei is as fierce as a wolf. In a flash of thought, he made a choice.

Gather an army to fight it!

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The drums of war were dull, and the battalion sounded, and at once spread in all directions. The drums of war sounded, and the chaos of the Yellow Turban Army was obviously stagnant.

"Prepare for the left bend, and respond to the right bend."

"No."

Looking at the source of the war drums, Ying Fei's eyes narrowed, and she sneered in her heart, and said.

"Shoot."

"Kill."

There was a roar, and it was like thunder. Two thousand Wei warriors prepared one after another, and the left Qu Qin crossbow was raised high, and the machine was pulled.

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

The arrows rained down, too dense. The distance between the two is too close, and the Qin crossbow has strong penetration, and the lethality is extremely terrifying.

"Poof."

"Poof."

"Poof."

……

Qin's crossbow was launched, and it shot six times in a row. Wei Wushu, stepping on the corpse, strode forward. Kill all those who pass along the way.

At this moment, Wei Wushu was like a battlefield sweeper. All the way, it is simply invincible. For a time, six arrows were fired in succession, and a large number of corpses fell.

Blood flowed, like a demon. The yellow turban soldiers, their eyes frightened, unconsciously regressed, and they couldn't stop walking.

"The right bend forward, the left bend loads."

"No."

"Whoa."

Left and right, quickly transformed. Ying Fei's eyes were cold, and she shouted angrily, "Continue to advance."

"No."

……

"Sledgehammer, what's the situation?"

Bocai's eyes were full of anger. Listening to the wails in the camp and the fighting, a touch of pain flashed on his face.

"Shuai Qu, the army is in chaos. Barely gathered an army of 50,000 to trap the camp. ”

Bocai knew in his heart that the Yellow Turban Army was simply a rabble. Such an army, once victorious, is sharp and unstoppable. But once defeated, the original form will be revealed.

"Thou hast over the armies."

"No."

An army of hundreds of thousands was disrupted at once. Bo Cai's heart was murderous, and he couldn't wait to cramp and peel Ying Fei at once.

"This battle is the negligence of the commander."

With a whisper, Bo Cai crossed the tent. After thinking for a while, he understood that at this moment, if he wanted to gather the yellow scarf, he could only rely on himself.

With his invincible and invincible record, he forcibly gathered the yellow scarves and confronted Yingfei. lest the army be confused and broken one by one.

"General."

Wei Liang's eyes flashed with a gleam, and his reason was incomparable. There was no response to the voice of his subordinates. Listening to the shouts and killings in the camp, he said.

The army was quickly broken into pieces, and was divided into twenty men. Among them, based on the large battalion of the Chinese army, 30 teams were distributed, and the remaining 20 teams were scattered. ”

"Prepare something to start a fire, and light it as soon as it arrives. It then quickly moved closer to the army. ”

"No."

Wei Liang's eyes narrowed slightly, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Pay attention to concealment."

Wei Wushu is his hard work, and the risk factor is too high. Wei Liang's eyes shot a trace of hesitation, and he muttered.

"Lord, Liang has done his best!"

"Kill."

The yellow scarf was gathered, Bo Cai's eyes lit up, and the anger became higher and higher, converging under his eyes.

"Left and right."

"Kill."

Meeting Bocai was something Ying Fei never expected. Today's attack on the camp is just incidental, and its main purpose is to disturb the Yellow Turbans.

If you don't say a word, you will kill.

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

Two thousand people at the same time, 12,000 arrows, shot at once. It was extremely dense, and every arrow, with a fierce killing intent, shot at the Yellow Turban Army.

"Poof."

"Poof."

"Poof."

……

The army was mighty, and the arrows rained down. A piece of the Yellow Turban Army fell, and Bo Cai was caught off guard for a while.

"Boom."

……

Wei Wushu moved, and the fire in the camp was raging. More than 50 places, lit together. The fire was so fast that it swept through the sky at once.

The place where Bocai camped was densely planted, and the old branches were ignited by Wei Liang for many years, and the fire was uncontrollable all of a sudden. Its momentum is rolling, and it is gradually encircling.

The fire was monstrous, Ying Fei's eyes flashed with joy, and he shouted.

"Withdraw."