The Black Panther Servants looked excited, raised their weapons, and roared with all their might: "Kill ...... Ah......h

The Liangqu troops of Heng Sacrifice and Shooting Yingtong are on the right, the Liangqu troops of Jade and Beard are on the left, and the black panther is followed by Yan Wuxing's large army.

More than 9,000 people were like ghosts that suddenly poured out of the mountains and forests, covering the whole mountain. Like black tigers, they burst out of the cage that bound them, roaring and whistling all the way, opening their bloody jaws and biting down on the prey that fled in all directions and trembled.

More than 9,000 people chanted in unison: "Kill ...... Ah......h

The sound of galloping horses' hooves, thunderous roars, and the roaring sound of trumpets merged into a huge wave of substance, like a hurricane blowing on the water, setting off a thousand feet of huge waves, and then slamming into the ground.

Loud, earth-shattering.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were terrified to the extreme.

All they saw were murderous cavalry, bright weapons, rampage with war horses swept like a raging wind; All I felt was a violent vibration coming from the ground; Killings and roars filled their ears, and they couldn't hear anything else.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense and suffocating, overwhelming people from breathing, and the thick breath of death tightly wrapped around the hearts of every soldier.

In a series of loud noises, in the midst of earth-shattering killings, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army finally collapsed.

There was another loud bang, a terrifying scream, a heart-rending scream, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed open, and the 20,000 soldiers were instantly torn apart.

It's like a boulder being thrown into a rough river, splashing a thousand waves and bursting out countless splashes.

They have not been touched, but they have been scattered as birds and beasts.

Zhang Baiqi still wanted to rush up against the enemy, but he was rushed by the crazy deserters, and then he was coerced by the deserters, and fled without his life, and he couldn't even distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, so he beat his horse and galloped wildly in a daze.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were physically and mentally exhausted, and although they tried their best to escape, their legs were as if they were not their own, and countless people fell down. Fall down, get up, run again, fall again. Before the blood was seen on the battlefield, the soldiers who were trampled to death were already seen.

Li Hong's heart ached.

He saw a gray-haired veteran, like Tian Shige, who had never gotten up after falling. Thousands of fleeing feet trampled mercilessly over his body.

"Kill ......" Yan Liang roared wildly, and the tiger's head was picked up with a big knife, killing two people with one knife. The two headless bodies were still running desperately, and although blood was spurting, they did not slow down until they were knocked into the air by the angry horse that caught up with them, and then fell heavily into the dust.

Li Hong saw the dead veteran. The veteran's face was trampled to a bloody blur, and he was no longer human.

Li Hong kicked the horse's belly violently. The panther hissed, leaped high from the corpse of the veteran, and leaped past.

The soldiers of the Black Panther Righteous Servant all surpassed Li Hong. The swords shouted in their hands, the spears cheered in the air, the arrows tore through the air with an eerie roar, and the Yellow Turban soldiers fell to the ground layer by layer like stubble.

Arc Ding and Qi Shen were tightly guarding Li Hong's side on the left and right, while Yan Liang had already lost his trace. He was leading the personal guards, and the black panther was at the forefront.

Cavalry warriors from the left and right directions had already rushed into the battlefield and were making a roundabout advance from the enemy's flanks in fierce pursuit.

The front-curved soldiers on the left flank and the rear-curved Xianbei soldiers on the right flank rushed diagonally into the enemy formation, and then began to intersperse, wantonly killing the enemy who stood in the way. The bearded left-bending cavalry and the right-bending Karasuma cavalry of Heng Sai launched a pursuit along the fleeing direction of the Yellow Turban Army, intending to overtake the fleeing soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, stop the enemy, and completely annihilate them.

Li Hong saw the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground, howling miserably and crying on the battlefield, running helplessly and aimlessly.

He suddenly remembered the battlefield of Dukangting, and he seemed to see that the enemy soldiers in front of him had been killed by his own subordinates, and all of them were lying on the bloody battlefield.

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, order the enemy to surrender, order them to surrender......"

Li Hong turned around and shouted at the horn soldiers behind him.

"Order the beard, the constant sacrifice, speed up, speed up immediately, and encircle the enemy army."

"Order the jade, shoot Yingtong, don't deal with the enemy, intersperse with all your strength, and divide the enemy army."

"Dreadnought......

Yan Wuxing led the Chinese army to contact the battlefield for the last time, and the soldiers of the army were fanning out, preparing to sweep across the battlefield. He happened to rush past Li Hong's side and was stopped by Li Hong shouting.

"Adult ......"

"Dauntless, you lead your troops directly to the end of the enemy formation, and order the soldiers of each tun to surrender as many prisoners as possible along the way, and receive rewards according to the number of prisoners." Li Hong shouted anxiously.

"Adult ......"

"Don't kill any more, they're just a bunch of deserters." Li Hong saw Yan Wudaunt's hesitant appearance and roared angrily.

"Order the Black Panther to obey and make way for Zhongqu, quickly, quickly!"

Yan Wuxing saw that Li Hong was angry, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he turned around and shouted:

"Brothers, kill with me...... Ah......h

On the battlefield, the left-bending cavalry on the left flank and the right-bending cavalry on the right flank heard the sound of the horn and accelerated abruptly. They were like two whistling arrows, galloping at speeds close to the limits of their horses.

The fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers could also see that the officers and soldiers were moving at high speed on their flanks in an attempt to outflank them. Everyone shouted to each other and sped up their run. Zhang Baiqi took a group of attendants, personal guards, and more than a dozen officers on horseback, a total of more than a hundred horsemen, forming the arrows of deserters.

The three sharp arrows immediately competed, and everyone refused to give in to each other, and the shouts were higher than the other.

The whip on Zhang Bai's rider struck the horse's buttocks fiercely, and his upper body was almost all lying on the horse's back.

Hurry, hurry, to break out of the encirclement is to snatch back a life.

Lu Huanyang, fists each gathered a group of archers in the cavalry team on the left and right, and on the high-speed galloping war horse, he drew his bow and arrows, ready to shoot.

The infantry of the Yellow Turban Army had been left behind by four or five hundred paces.

The cavalry warriors on the left and right began to move closer to the middle, and the encirclement began.

The Jade Division and the Shooting Troupe who were in charge of interspersing did not dare to disobey the military order, and immediately ordered their subordinates not to be overly entangled and killed, and to complete the task of dividing the enemy horizontally first.

The sound of the horn urging the enemy soldiers to surrender has not stopped since Li Hong gave the order, blowing over and over again, echoing throughout the battlefield with the wind.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who were surrounded by divisions, began to surrender. They couldn't run, they couldn't stand. They dropped their weapons and were right under the noses of the officers and soldiers, either lying down or lying down, regardless of what weapon was aimed at them. They just want to take a break.

Yan Wuxing led the soldiers all the way to run wildly, and the enemy soldiers encountered along the way were like seeing ghosts, and without waiting for them to get close, they immediately dispersed, automatically giving way to the main road, and letting them gallop. After receiving Li Hong's order, these soldiers did not dare to kill, but only clenched their weapons and always guarded against the stubborn enemy rushing up.

They shouted wildly all the way, shouting when they met their own soldiers: "Reward for capturing prisoners", and shouting when they met the enemy: Surrender and not kill.

Seeing no hope of escape, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had no choice but to surrender. No matter what the outcome is, even if they are killed in a pit, they admit it. They were so tired that many of the soldiers could do nothing but gasp, let alone fight the wolf-like cavalry.

There were also some Yellow Turban soldiers running wildly, but they saw that the iron cavalry of the officers and soldiers was already gradually closing in front.

"Putting ......" Lu Huanyang roared.

Dozens of long arrows let out a piercing roar and shot at the Yellow Turban officer dozens of paces away. Zhang Baiqi and his subordinates completely ignored it, and fought hard to beat their horses and gallop.

Several of the officers who fell behind fell from their horses with long arrows in their bodies, screaming. Several horses were also shot, and after suffering pain, they suddenly increased their speed. One of the horses hit the vital point, neighed miserably and flew out a dozen paces away with inertia and fell to the ground. Immediately, the knight was thrown farther away, and after slamming heavily to the ground, he rolled dozens of times before stopping, and it seemed that he could not live.

The fist and his men clung to the side of the deserters, running parallel to them. They were lying on horseback, as if they had become one with the galloping horses.

The distance between them is getting closer.

Zhang Baiqi turned back suddenly, and saw that the pursuers were only twenty or thirty steps away from him, so he couldn't help but roar in a hurry, and whipped heavily on the white horse's abdomen.

The white horse hissed shortly, as if sensing his master's heart, and did everything he could, to speed up again.

The attendants behind Zhang Baiqi saw the pursuers getting closer and closer, and knew that if they ran like this, they would be caught up sooner or later. Once you catch up, none of your gang will be able to escape. Just fight, and let the coach escape anyway. At the roar of the leader of the guards, they suddenly scattered and blocked the route of the pursuers.

The fist was enraged, and he raised his hand and shot an arrow. Suddenly, more long arrows flew out like rain. Zhang Baiqi's guards were caught off guard and fell under their horses with arrows. But their scattered and fleeing horses slowed down their pursuers.

Fist and Lu Huanyang saw that it was difficult to catch up, so they had to give up.

Zhang Baiqi fled in embarrassment with more than a dozen people.

The Liangqu troops of Hu Zi and Heng Xi successfully completed the encirclement of the Yellow Turban Army, and then launched an interspersed division and encirclement of the enemy in the encirclement.

After Yan Wudaunt's troops arrived, they immediately joined the siege and annihilation battle.

The battlefield was full of warriors galloping on horseback, enemy soldiers on their knees with their hands raised and begging for surrender. Resistance in some places was besieged by the Iron Knights, and one by one they died.

As time passed, the battlefield gradually quieted down.

The trumpets of victory sounded one after another, and deep and powerful voices sounded in all corners of the battlefield.

The battle ended after half an hour.

The troops completely annihilated 20,000 Zhang Bai cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army, and the Yellow Turban Army suffered nearly 7,000 casualties, and the remaining 13,000 surrendered. The Fengyun Iron Cavalry lost more than 300 people.

Li Hong immediately regrouped his troops and hurried to Jiulihe. He ordered Jade and Xiao Lazy to lead the Qianqu cavalry to clean up the battlefield, guard the prisoners, and escort the prisoners to Jiulihe as soon as possible to join the main force and participate in the attack on Zhang Niujiao's troops.

With gray skies, thick clouds, and no sun, this winter sky looks dull and obscure.

The wind on the hill of the Jiuli River was wild and rough, and the air was filled with the smell of gagging blood. In the distance, the battle flags fluttered high, and the huge flags of various colors danced wildly in the wind, making a continuous and huge sound.

Xian Yuyin roared angrily, and the war knife in his hand flew, slashing at the enemy's neck.

The enemy soldier roared, but without flinching, his spear fiercely pierced into the chest of the officer and soldier who pounced on him. At the same time, the sword of fresh silver chopped into the neck of the enemy soldier and entered the flesh for half a minute. Suddenly, blood burst out, spraying fresh silver on his head and face, and his white face immediately turned into a purple-brown flower face, terrifying and terrifying.

Three or four Yellow Turban soldiers trampled on the corpses of their comrades, screaming to kill. Xian Yuyin opened his eyes angrily and hurried up to meet him. He picked up the bloodied sword and slashed it sideways. Behind him, several officers and men, each armed with their weapons, shouted loudly, and filled his position, and engaged the surging enemy in close combat, fighting together.

The hill, which is about 100 paces long, is densely packed with soldiers from both sides of the enemy. The officers and troops occupied the slope and had a slight advantage. The Yellow Turbans attacked from the bottom of the slope and went up, a little too hard. Thousands of soldiers were entangled on the slope, fighting fiercely and fiercely, and the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

Xian Yuyin flew up and kicked on the chest of the enemy soldier in front of him, and the war knife in his hand stabbed into the abdomen of the enemy in the back.

A spear suddenly drilled out, swift and straight into the chest of Fresh Silver. Xian Yuyin was shocked, there was no way to hide, and he opened his mouth and let out a scream. Tie Yue, who was not far away, just looked up and saw it, he didn't think about it, and shook his hand and flew out of his hand to put the war knife in his hand. The sword flew in the air, with a few beads of blood, and made a dull "whirring" sound, and slashed at the enemy soldiers who were attacking with spears. Just as the spear was about to poke into the chest of Xian Yuyin, the unsuspecting enemy soldier was pierced through the chest with a knife, and his body took two steps back with the huge inertia force brought by the sword, and fell on his back.

The cold sweat on Xian Yuyin's body rushed out of his body at this time, and a chill suddenly hit him.

Xian Yuyin was lucky enough to pick up a life, not only did he not see fear, but he was even more arrogant. His body remained the same, his waist was strong, and his sword was carrying a rain of blood, roaring wildly, and with his earth-shattering roar, he slashed ferociously at the enemy who had not yet stood on the opposite side. The enemy soldier was caught off guard and was hit by a company with a knife, and fell into a pool of blood with a miserable wail.

Xian Yuyin turned his head to look at Tie Yue. Tie Yue had already picked up a war knife that had been thrown on the ground, and pounced fiercely on the enemy like a nimble spirit leopard.

He turned his eyes around, and the hill was full of soldiers who were fighting each other, and he couldn't see the position of the two battle lines at all. The body of war drums, shouts, and screams filled the entire bloody battlefield. The corpses of dead soldiers littered the land, and bloody severed limbs and stumps were everywhere.

In the distance, under the battle flag, more than a dozen huge war drums lined up were beaten at the same time, making a thunderous explosion.

"Brothers, kill ......"

Xian Yuyin's blood boiled, and he raised his knife and shouted.