"Poof."

The blade of the sword was bright, instantly cutting off Liu Xiaomin's trachea. The panicked mood still lingers on his face.

The blood is cut off, and "zi, zi" is rising. The squirting is very high, very terrifying. Zhu Yu's eyes were happy, he turned his head and shouted, "Form a circle and blow the trumpet."

"No."

"Toot, toot, toot."

……

The dull horn sounded at once. It's like nature's wrath. The sound of the horn soared, like a thunderbolt torn by a mother.

Its sound shook the sky, lightning and thunder.

As soon as Liu Xiaomin died, the last resistance of the yellow turban suddenly disappeared. The resistance that Wei Wushu was subjected to was suddenly minimized.

Hearing his voice, Wei Lianghu's eyes flashed, and a touch of joy appeared in it.

"Kill."

The spear swept out, clearing the obstacles in front of him one by one. Wei Liang's eyes were murderous, sweeping all directions. The left hand is bright with a silver spear, and it is quickly swept out, and the gun is like a dragon.

The iron sword in his right hand was unsheathed, as fast as lightning. One left and one right, rush forward. Each shot takes a life, and every sword pierces the throat.

It can really be said that the gun kills, and the sword moves to collect the soul. At this moment, Wei Liang was a killing god, just like an ancient demon. Every step of the way, there is a bloody storm.

"Kill."

A thousand Wei warriors rushed down from the hillside, shouting and killing to shake the sky, like thunder, sweeping in all directions.

"Ahh

……

The wails were all over the place, completely suppressing the sound of the battlefield. Wei Liang killed one step at a time, his left and right hands moved together, his spear and sword were both unique, and every step forward, blood was splashed five steps.

"Kill!"

"Brothers, kill all the Han army!"

"The Han army only has a thousand people, kill them all!"

……

Dogs will jump over the wall when they are in a hurry, this sentence is very reasonable. The Yellow Turban soldiers, who were forced to be ruthless, were stimulated by the blood in their bones, and they began to resist and no longer retreated.

"Kill."

The shouting of killing suddenly began, like a brute awakened from sleep. was suddenly awakened and burst out with a fierce power. A huge roar, like a thunderclap on the ground, exploded by surprise.

The mourning was pervasive, and throughout the battlefield, countless Yellow Turban soldiers stopped. The weapon in his hand scurried and turned around resolutely.

The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant. Wei Liang was aware of it at the first time. The divine light in his eyes soared, and he turned his head and shouted, saying.

"Wu Hui!"

"General."

Glancing at the yellow scarf that was gradually fighting back, Wei Liang shouted and said, "Order, the army is in a cone formation."

"No."

Wu Hui's eyes soared, and he turned his head suddenly, roared, and said, "The general has an order, and it is in a cone formation."

"No."

During the battle, a thousand Wei warriors instantly changed formations. In a moment, Wei Liang was taken as the target, and then the army followed. A miniature version of the conical sagittal array, which takes shape instantly.

"Poof."

A shot pierced a yellow turban soldier, Wei Liang shouted forward, and said.

"Pierce through the enemy and merge with the left and right!"

"Kill!"

A thousand people shouted angrily, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth. Wei Wushu, the soldiers turned outward, and began to kill the enemy head-on. The bayonet is red, this is a contest of will, physical strength.

"Rush out and join Zhongqu!"

Zhao Yi led the left song and was advancing. A thousand Wei warriors, like gods and demons. Every time the sword is released, it will definitely bring bloody rain.

"Kill!"

The shouting of killing shook the sky and overwhelmed people with momentum. Zhao Yi knew that once the Yellow Turban soldiers reacted, they would be freed from Liu Xiaomin's death.

Countless yellow scarves, once raised their heads. It carries hatred, it carries grief and indignation, and it will be very strong.

Zhao Yi knew that once this was the case, it would be a disaster for Wei Wushu. If you don't get it right, the entire Wei Wushu will explain it here!

……

The entire battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, and there were wails in all four fields. When Zhu Yu heard this, the tiger's eyes were as fierce as the sun, and the iron sword in his hand turned.

"Poof."

With a stroke of the tip of the sword, Liu Xiaomin's body was cut off. The iron sword pierced in, lifted Liu Xiaomin's head, burst into applause, and said.

"The first evil is ambushed, and if you don't surrender, when will you wait!"

Zhu Yuhu roared, his eyes flashing. At this moment, it has great majesty.

……

"Poof."

……

After some fighting, the three songs finally converged.

"General."

Hearing this, Wei Liang glanced at it quickly. The sword pointed forward, shouted, and said.

"Withdraw!"

Time is running out, Wei Liang has no chance. There are many examples of 3,000 defeating 50,000, and they are more likely to occur in troubled times.

But defeat is not the same as total annihilation.

Even if it is an elite like Wei Wushu, it is impossible to destroy a peasant army like the Yellow Turban.

"No."

Zhao Yi's eyes flashed, he turned his head and roared, "The general has an order, and the whole army will fight and retreat."

"No."

……

"Poof."

The spear is like a dragon, and the iron sword collects the soul. Two thousand five hundred Wei warriors gathered into an angry dragon, like an arrow, with a peerless killing.

……

"Drive."

The scorching sun scorched the heavens and the earth. Ying Fei raised the horsewhip, and the black sand under her crotch ran wildly. On the official road, it splashed dust, like an earth dragon soaring into the sky.

"Most of the protections."

A hurried shout rang out in an instant. A Black Ice Platform officer, coming in the opposite direction.

"Phew!"

As soon as he pulled the reins of the horse, the black horse stopped in response to the very spiritual voice. Ying Fei Xingxing raised his eyes and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"Herod!"

The war horse neighed, and hot air came out of its mouth and nose. Rapid breathing was heavy, and there were traces of white foam at the corners of the horse's mouth.

"Give me water!"

Turning over and dismounting, Wang Shi didn't care about answering, and hurriedly said to Ying Fei. After running for days, the backup water ran out, and Wang Shi hadn't taken a drop of water for two days.

"Evil comes."

"My lord."

Glancing at Dian Wei, Ying Fei said, "Give it to him!"

Water is a necessary thing on the march, and before the body is verified, Ying Fei ordered.

"Give."

After taking the water bladder, Wang Shi pulled out the plug and poured it down.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

Three mouthfuls of water in a row, Wang Shi held aside, panting heavily. Dian Wei, Xiao Zhan and others were silent, and they all took a step forward.

The entire army vaguely formed a circle and surrounded Wang Shi. Ying Fei is a hero, how can he easily trust others.

His heart is like a stone, and he is ruthless. For the sake of the world and interests, he blatantly took his mother as a hostage. Such a person will not be moved.

It is impossible to give up the source of life with one big protector.

"Sss

After the break, Wang Shi also noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere. His eyes flashed, and he hurriedly took out a bronze plaque from his sleeve and handed it to Ying Fei respectfully.

The bronze medal is not large, two fingers are wide together, and four fingers are the same length. It is divided into two sides, the front side is a small seal character made by Seiko, and the reverse side is a painting.

The sky was covered by fog, and the entire divine dragon was hidden in it. Only the claws are faintly visible. This is the identity card of the Black Ice Table, and its meaning is simple and clear.

The fog obscures the secrecy of the black ice platform. The claws are faintly visible, pointing to the black ice platform as the sharpest minions under Ying Fei's command.

The word "Xiao Seal" refers to the Great Qin Ying family, and does not forget the original intention.