"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

Six shots in a row, without stopping. The arrows were overwhelming, like a torrential rain.

"Poof."

"Poof."

"Poof."

……

Ying Fei's eyes froze, the iron sword pointed forward, shouted angrily, and said, "I will kill with this."

"Kill."

Three thousand foot soldiers roared like wounded beasts. Following Ying Fei, he followed the arrow and killed the enemy.

"Sting."

A sword slashed the throat of a yellow turban soldier, and the iron sword struck backhanded.

"When."

"Poof."

Gold and stone intersect, sparks splash everywhere. At the same time, the spear in Xiao Zhan's hand burst out like a spiritual snake, piercing it.

"Second baby."

The old voice came quickly. Ying Fei raised her eyes and saw an old man.

"Sss

Ying Fei's eyes shrank, and a touch of desolation was born in her heart. Yellow turbans, known as millions. This kind of dragging the family is simply exterminating humanity.

The old man wept bitterly and ran towards the second baby. The guilt in Ying Fei's eyes flashed, and she turned her head and slashed her sword, as fast as lightning.

"Poof."

The strength and angle are impeccable, and the throat is sealed with a sword. Without thinking about it at all, Ying Fei ended the old man's life. On the battlefield, there has always been only iron and blood and no tenderness.

Old, women and children. As soon as you set foot on the battlefield, you should be ready to die.

There is no justice in war, there are only one's own people or enemies on the battlefield. Once you step in, you can only swing your sword and slash. Make yourself cold-blooded and ruthless.

Only in this way can we fight bloodily.

"Kill."

The emotions were excited, Ying Fei was stimulated by this, and looked up to the sky and howled. It has nothing to do with morality, and on the battlefield, there is only the enemy. Kill young and old.

"Kill."

Ying Fei was mad with hatred, stimulated by it, and the army shouted angrily to the sky, as if it was furious.

"Poof."

The iron sword is like an angry dragon, and its moves are deadly. Ying Fei's eyes were murderous, like substance. He was furious, and every move was a dead move.

Killings followed, one scarlet after another. The blade of the sword flickered, flashing in the sky, a flash of white, like lightning.

"Die."

A roar of anger was like a thunderbolt bursting on the ground. The iron halberd in Dian Wei's hand slashed down angrily.

"When."

Fan Fan raised his sword to greet him, his eyes were full of energy, and he shouted, "Come again."

"When."

"When."

"When."

The continuous exchange of strikes, the sparks kept flickering. Dian Wei and Fan Fan are like two gods, competing for the first god general.

"When."

Dian Wei's left halberd blocked at once, and the iron halberd in his right hand was like a poisonous dragon, taking advantage of the gap, directly taking Fan Fan's abdomen.

"Boom."

This powerful blow was as fast as thunder, and it suddenly hit Fan Fan into a serious injury.

"Poof."

Blood and internal organs overflowed from the corner of Fan Fan's mouth. His expression was restless, he looked up at Dian Wei, stretched out his hand, and said, "You ......"

Before the voice was complete, he fell to the ground and died.

"Poof."

The iron halberd slashed, like lightning, and cut off Fan Fan's head at once. Dian Wei picked up the iron halberd, held Fan Fan's head in his left hand, and shouted, saying.

"Fan Fan is dead, and those who descend will not be killed."

"Boom."

The courage of Dian Wei is like a shot in the arm. All of a sudden, let the pawn fall, and the morale was greatly shaken.

"Those who descend will not be killed."

"Those who descend will not be killed."

"Those who descend will not be killed."

……

Huge roar, deafening. It was like a pile of fire, which was ignited by Dian Wei all at once. Its momentum is swift and scorching.

"Smack."

……

An army with a military soul can survive a hundred battles. Even if the main general dies in battle, his lieutenant will replace him, and he can still fight. Such an army is worthy of the word elite.

Throughout history, up and down thousands of years. Except for the invincible Qin army in the world, the rest of the armies are not counted.

The Chu army is brave, all because of the overlord. The back of the army is strong, and Yue Fei is handsome. The rest of the army was strong, even invincible. It's all because of the manager.

And at the moment, the Yellow Turban cannot be called an army at all. He was dressed in rags, with a hoe in his hand and a yellow scarf wrapped around his head, like a peasant more than a soldier.

The Lord will die, and the remnant will scatter in a hurry.

As soon as Fan Fan died, the Yellow Turban Army surrendered. There were 20,000 troops, more than 10,000 dead and wounded, and only 10,000 yellow scarves were left shivering under the siege of the army.

Ying Fei's eyes flashed, turned his head, and said, "Xiao Zhan."

"My lord."

Xiao Zhan took two steps forward, arched his hand towards Ying Fei, and said. His expression was respectful, with a hint of restraint.

"The new yellow scarf will be organized into one piece, and you will lead it."

"No."

Xiao Zhan was overjoyed, and his eyes shone brightly. raised his head and stared at Ying Fei with a solemn expression.

……

"Fengxiao, now that you have broken through the second line of defense, why do you think?"

Ying Fei stared at Guo Jia, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes. The army marched south, and the fighting never stopped. The army fought frantically and exhausted all its physical strength.

The road to the long shrine is not over. According to the intelligence, there is a third line of resistance, and even the army of tens of thousands of people is waiting for it.

"My lord."

Whispering, Guo Jia's eyes narrowed slightly. Looking ahead, his expression changed and became solemn, and he said.

"It is unwise to attack and recuperate an enemy with a tired army, and it is unwise to use chaos to rectify it, and it is not to be martial."

Guo Jia's expression was solemn, the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he said: "Jia thinks that our army should take a temporary rest and recuperate, and then cut down Bocai."

"Bocai."

muttered, Ying Fei felt a headache. Such an unknown disciple actually released a big move to trap Guo Jia and others to death.

"Yun Xuan."

"My lord."

Glancing at Wei Liang, who was covered in blood, a trace of unwillingness flashed in the depths of his eyes. Ying Fei drank and said, "Clean up the battlefield and set up camp on the spot."

"Lord, the murderous aura here is too heavy, it's really inappropriate."

Wei Liang's eyes shrank, and he said towards Ying Fei. This place is the center of the battlefield, with severed arms and limbs, and a sea of corpses and blood. The smell of blood is pungent.

Glancing at Wei Liang deeply, the corners of Ying Fei's mouth twitched slightly, and said with a smile: "Around the Changshe, there are scouts of Bocai. No matter where our troops are stationed, they will inevitably be robbed. ”

Stretching out a hand, he pointed to the battlefield and said, "Only this place is the safest place at the moment." The army is stationed here, so you can rest and recuperate with peace of mind. ”

Although Wei Liang is after Wu Qi, he is a young man after all. His way of using troops, although amazing, is by no means sophisticated.

Wei Liang's eyes shrank, and a monstrous wave surged deep in his heart. At this moment, Wei Liang finally realized the gap between him and Ying Fei.

His eyes flashed, and he turned his head and shouted, "The three armies are stationed, eat in place."

"No."

At the sound of the order, everyone sat down. More than 20,000 troops, throwing away their armor and sitting down regardless of their image. For several days, the high-intensity march made it collapse.

"Let's go!"

I took out the dry food from my backpack, drank water, and began to eat and drink. I have to say that at this moment, the army is extremely miserable. Up to Ying Fei, down to a nobody, all equal.

Hard rations, somewhat coarse. After a few days, it was all hard stone.