The overwhelming arrows and crazy killing machines have become the only scenery in the eyes of Zhang Jiao and Dong Zhuo at this moment.

"Sss

Dong Zhuo gasped, looking at this scene on the battlefield, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, tilted his head, and said.

"Wenyou, how are you doing now?"

As soon as you go to the battlefield, you are so scrambled, and this situation is rarely seen. Especially a commander like Ying Fei, who has experienced war, will not make such low-level mistakes.

Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself.

This was not a victory at all, and under such a dense exchange of arrows, Dong Zhuo did not think that Wei Wushu would be able to defy the sky.

After all, although Wei Wushu is strong, he is also a human being. Under such a dense concentration of arrows, intact, it was not a human, but a ghost.

"Father-in-law, wait a minute."

Looking at the battle on the battlefield, Li Ru's eyes flashed and said. He knew that waving his army forward at this time was simply sending him to death.

The benefits of the Qin crossbow in the hands of Wei Wushu, Li Ru has also seen it. At the same time, in order to consume Yingfei's combat power and preserve its own strength, it chose to stop.

"Bocai."

Looking at the battlefield under the city, Zhang Jiao's face was hideous, and his eyes were wide open.

"General Tiangong."

Looking at Zhang Jiao's appearance, Bo Cai's heart sank. A touch of ominous premonition was born in an instant.

"Gather the army, the deity is going to go out of the city and destroy the Han army."

Zhang Ning is Zhang Jiao's only daughter, her mother died early, and the two have relied on each other for more than ten years, and the relationship is so deep that others can't imagine. It is precisely for this reason that Zhang Jiao indulges Zhang Ning so much.

Zhang Ning wanted to win Fei for a while, so he gave up the most elite golden wrestler under his command. When Zhang Ning revealed his ambitions, he paved the way for him at all costs.

"Sss

Hearing Zhang Jiaoyan, Bo Cai looked at the boss whose eyes opened instantly, and the shock inside was indescribable. Zhang Jiao's protector was anxious, this decision was too blind.

"General Tiangong ......"

Bocai's tiger eyes flashed, and he arched his hand towards Zhang Jiao, who was about to explain. And Zhang Jiao, who was anxious, was stunned at the moment, staring at Bo Cai and said.

"Order, or die!"

The golden nine-knot, shining dazzlingly in the sun. Although Zhang Jiao's tone was light, he couldn't hide the chilling murderous intent in it.

Bo Cai glanced up at the shining golden nine-section scepter, bowed, and said.

"No."

Zhang Jiao thought about the outside of the city, and he didn't notice the moment Bo Cai lowered his head, and the murderous intent and resentment that swept through his eyes.

Bocai made great achievements, and his Changshe was defeated, and the soldiers went to the giant deer, in order to rise. At this moment, it is seen that the foundation of Taiping Road is about to fall into its hands.

However, when it came to the end, it unexpectedly added variables. This breeds ambition, and how can the waves that want to win the world endure.

"Huang Li."

"Qu Shuai."

Glancing at Huang Li, Bo Cai's eyes flashed, and after a vague gesture, he said.

"Gather the armies and go out of the city."

"No."

……

"Squeak."

The gate of Julu County was opened all of a sudden. Zhang Jiao led an army of 200,000 and came out in a mighty way.

The golden nine-section scepter burst into bursts of brilliance in the sun. Zhang Jiao held up the nine-section scepter, shouted loudly, and said.

"The heavens are dead."

An army of 200,000 responded with weapons.

"Huang Tian should stand."

Zhang Jiaohu's eyes widened, and the fierce murderous aura rolled up, like a tornado, raging the heavens and the earth. It took three steps forward, vibrated and said.

"Years old in Jiazi."

The 200,000 troops, three steps forward in a neat manner, shouted loudly, and said.

"The world is fine."

……

Zhang Jiao is worthy of being the master of Taiping Dao, he did not say much, but only shouted the slogan of Taiping Dao. In an instant, the morale of the 200,000-strong army skyrocketed.

"Wow."

The golden nine-section scepter in his hand pointed horizontally, Zhang Jiao shouted angrily, and said, "Kill."

"Kill."

200,000 troops, raising their arms and shouting. Its sound was like thunder, sweeping in all directions with the momentum of ten thousand jun, and terrifying sound wave ripples attacked the Han army camp.

Overwhelm people with power!

With an army of 200,000 shouting angrily, overwhelming the momentum of the Han army. Zhang Jiao is worthy of being the first strongman to pull the flag and rebel in the late Han Dynasty, and his thoughts and means are serious.

Ignore it, and make a move is a plan to attack the heart.

The way of using soldiers, attacking the heart is the top, and the city is the bottom; Psychological warfare is the top, and military warfare is the bottom. Zhang Jiao bears the name of the magic stick, but in his bones he is a master of the art of war.

……

The overwhelming Taiping Dao army swept towards the middle of the battlefield, dyeing the heavens and the earth yellow.

This scene also made the expression of Ying Fei, who was fighting, change, his eyes condensed, and he shouted.

"Left bend, resist."

"No."

"Right song, middle song loading."

"No."

In the battlefield, you can't rely on anyone. If you want to live, the best way is to save yourself.

"Poof."

Ying Fei Xing's eyes were raised, and a sword sealed his throat. In an instant, a golden wrestler was killed.

"Squeak."

The sound of turning and filling sounded, and the Taiping Dao army kept approaching. Ying Fei's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted.

"Shoot on the right, reload on the left."

"No."

At the same time, Ying Fei's eyes looked at Zhang Ning. With the protection of Golden Lux and Zhang Jiao's abnormal performance, almost instantly, Ying Fei guessed Zhang Ning's identity.

"Zhongqu, kill the enemy general with Ben."

"No."

……

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

The arrow broke through the air, and Ying Fei had no time to care about it at the moment. At this moment, his target was only Zhang Ning. He knew in his heart that at this moment, if he wanted to live, the only way to capture the enemy general alive was to capture him alive.

"Drive."

As soon as he lifted the reins, Ying Fei urged Wu Qi to kill Zhang Ning.

……

"Huh."

Grabbing the spear from the victory hook, Wei Liang's eyes were blood-red, and he watched Wei Wushu fight to the death, and his heart was dripping blood.

Seeing Ying Fei in danger, Dong Zhuo was still indifferent. Wei Liang smiled sadly and indignantly, looked up to the sky and snorted, and said, "Light horse, attack!"

"Kill."

The Lord will fight to the death, which makes the hearts of the five thousand light horsemen ashamed. Hearing Wei Liang's angry shouting, he instantly urged the horse to charge. There was a loud shout of killing, full of anger.

"Made."

Seeing Wei Liang rushing forward, Dong Zhuo's face changed and he scolded angrily. In an instant, he lifted his saber and shouted angrily, "Wen You."

"Father-in-law."

Dong Zhuohu's eyes flashed, and he shouted, "Inform Cao Cao, Liu Bei, the army will attack."

"No."

Li Ru went as promised, and then Niu Fu looked up to the sky and snorted, saying: "Zhonglang will have an order, and the army will attack."

"Zhonglang will have an order, and the army will attack."

"Zhonglang will have an order, and the army will attack."

"Zhonglang will have an order, and the army will attack."

……

As the guards joined, angry shouts rang through the sky. Dong Zhuo lifted the reins of the horse, shouted, and said.

"Drive."

……

Dong Zhuo is the master of an army, and with one move, an army of 70,000 will move forward in an instant. In the eyes of the army, anger shot out, and the weapons in their hands sounded softly.

"Kill."

The shouts of killing shook the four fields, and then rolled up. For a time, the morale of the Han army was greatly boosted. At this moment, the war is no longer a small-scale elite victory, but a battle between large armies.