"Zhu Yu."

"General."

In Wei Lianghu's eyes, the killing machine was as fierce as fireworks. With a turn of his eyes, he shouted, and said: "You will lead a thousand Wei warriors, hide in the northeast mountain pass, and wait for the signal to suppress with a Qin crossbow and behead Liu Xiaomin."

"No."

Glancing at Zhu Yu deeply, Wei Liang instructed, "Liu Xiaomin's death is the key to this battle, you can't take it lightly!"

"My subordinates understand."

His eyes were as sharp as a sword, domineering as a dragon, sweeping over the vast mountains and looking into the deepest part of the ravine, as if he wanted to see through it at once. After half a ring, Wei Lianghu's eyes narrowed and shouted.

"Zhongqu, go with Ben."

"No."

Three thousand Wei Wu soldiers are three points, one person is one thousand, and the left middle song is set up in the two dragon ditches. The right bend hides in the mountain col and uses it as a killer feature.

Erlong ditch is no more than ten meters wide, and there is no other path nearby. And the two mountains are towering, very tall, like two big Jiao who are bathing in the heavenly tribulation and preparing to transform into a real dragon, hideous and domineering.

A murderous aura, blown by the wind. It immediately swept through the nine heavens and stirred all directions.

Wei Liang's eyes flashed with determination, slightly red. It takes courage and determination to live in the aftermath of death. Set up an ambush in Erlonggou, the back road was blocked by Liu Xiaomin, and the future was hopeless, so he could only survive in death.

……

"Drive."

The army of 50,000 people, on the official road more than ten meters wide, is like a winding dragon. Its color is yellow, and it is impossible to see the edge at a glance.

Liu Xiaomin urged the horse to leave, and the color in his eyes was extremely rich. From a small people, rising in Qianmo, to now with 50,000 soldiers, it is difficult to go.

Yes, Liu Xiaomin is extremely complacent.

From a poor man with nothing, he suddenly became a general. It's a legend and it's inspiring. Liu Xiaomin's 50,000 army was in hand, and his waist instantly hardened a lot.

In the past, those disgusted and disgusted eyes have become respectful.

The joy of singing a kind of turned serf stirred in the depths of my heart. This is like the nouveau riche in later generations, who suddenly possessed something that they couldn't even think of before, and their hearts instantly swelled.

"Drive."

……

There were very few Yellow Turban horses, only enough for generals to ride. The remaining 50,000 people trekked on two feet.

It is also because of Liu Xiaomin, whose small peasant ideas are strong. In terms of quantity, the strength is uneven. For various reasons, the march of the army was extremely slow.

50,000 yellow scarves, weapons are extremely scarce. The vast majority of them are collected from officers and soldiers. There are also a large number of people, and the weapons in their hands are basically hoes, shovels and other agricultural tools.

"Qu Shuai."

A soldier came retrograde, arched his hand towards Liu Xiaomin, and said. His expression was respectful, with a hint of anxiety.

"Phew."

Liu Xiaomin's eyes widened suddenly. As soon as he lifted the horse's reins, he immediately stopped, turned his head and drank, and said.

"What's the matter with you?"

The dog baby replied: "Yuqu Shuai, advance ten miles to the land, and you will reach Qiancheng County." One mile ahead, there is a canyon, and the local people call it Erlonggou. ”

……

"No hindrance, where my army goes, all ghosts will have nowhere to hide, and there will be no place to bury them."

Liu Xiaomin is arrogant, and he is not afraid at all. Glancing at the dog baby, he turned his head to drink, and said.

"Speed up!"

"No."

The flag is unfurled, like an angry dragon fluttering. Fifty thousand yellow scarves sparsely pulled and marched towards Erlonggou.

……

In the mountains, it is very easy to Tibetan. A thousand Wei warriors were submerged in it, like a speck of dust falling into the mountains. It's not at all, as if it never existed.

"Whoa."

In the middle of the mountains, the shrubs and jungles stand. Trees of all sizes shade the entire mountain range. Walking in it, it is inevitable to bring the sound of the road.

"Who."

Hearing the commotion, the army was instantly alert. The dark sentinel soldiers shouted, and the entire Wei Wu soldiers were like facing a great enemy.

"Poof."

The weapon in his hand was unsheathed, and his eyes looked at the four directions vigilantly. At this moment, the gap between the elite and the rabble can be seen at a glance.

Sensing the sound, Wei Wushu was in an attacking state in an instant. No panic, no fear, this is the elite, the real strong army.

"General."

"Speak."

The tiger's eyes flashed, Wei Liang said in a deep voice. In times of war, every second counts, or even a second, can be a turning point.

"Liu Xiaomin's department, all the way to the east, is less than a mile away from Erlonggou, however, the speed of his army has not decreased."

"Hmm."

Nodding in agreement, Wei Liang interrupted the scout's ramblings. A trace of murderous intent flashed in his tiger eyes, and he turned his head to drink, and said.

"Be on guard."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

Wei Wushu was well-trained and well suited to jungle warfare. The figure scattered, hiding it at once.

"Drive."

……

The sound is sparse and approaching. Wei Liang's eyes stared at him deadly, motionless. Fifty thousand yellow scarves are walking through the hanger, without the slightest suspicion.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Wei Liang's left hand suddenly clenched into a fist, waved it violently, shouted, and said, "Rolling Stone!"

"No."

"Boom."

"Boom."

……

Huge boulders, sliding down from the mountains. The momentum is magnificent, and there is an amazing momentum.

"Rolling Stones."

The sound of rolling stones was loud, and Zhao Yi felt it as soon as Fang launched it. His eyes shrank, and he turned his head and shouted.

"One, two, three, put."

……

"Boom."

"Boom."

On the mountains on both sides, there are groups of boulders. Overwhelmed, with earth-shattering might, it descended mightily.

"There's an ambush."

"Ahh

……

The boulder was near, and 50,000 yellow scarves came back to their senses from a daze. A terrible roar resounded through the sky, and was instantly muffled by a wail.

"Don't mess around."

Liu Xiaomin's face turned pale, and his expression was unprecedentedly panicked. The breath of death, close at hand, made him panic all of a sudden.

"Stop!"

A soldier bears a nest of bears. Liu Xiaomin is simply a straw bale, and a burst of rocks will disrupt his sanity.

"Reload."

"No."

The boulder slowed down, Wei Liang's eyes widened, and he said. At the same time, on the other hand, it is the same scene.

"Reload."

"No."

"Click, click, click......"

The sound of loading, resounding through the woods, echoed through the mountains. After a while, Wei Liang's eyes flashed, and the murderous intent was monstrous, and he shouted, saying.

"Kill!"

"Kill."

A thousand Wei warriors, looking up to the sky and howling. Immediately after, a thousand Wei warriors on the opposite side also shouted and said.

"Kill."

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

As soon as the machine rang out, ten thousand arrows were fired. Dense arrows, like a heavy rain, cathartic.

"Poof."

"Poof."

"Poof."

……

The sound of arrows entering the flesh is endless. Become another voice between heaven and earth. It sounds like it makes your scalp tingle.

The wailing, the catharsis of arrows, the piercing, the shouting of killing, all kinds of sounds are endless, intertwined with each other, like a concerto of killing.

"Rush out."

"Drive."

Whipping the horse's back hard, Liu Xiaomin panicked like a rat crossing the street, ******** only thinking about escaping for his life. His eyes were scarlet, his face was bruised, and he roared.

"Quick, get out."