"The army is coming."

Ying Fei gave an order, and the army moved. It was divided into two, and Wei Liang led a thousand Wei soldiers and headed west.

The starry eyes were raised, and the expression was unpredictable. After a pause, Ying Fei turned her head and said.

"Chen Jun."

"Most of the protections."

Glancing at the person who came, Ying Fei's eyes flashed, and said, "You will lead three thousand foot soldiers, escort the war horses, and then go."

"No."

Retracting his gaze, Ying Fei shouted and said, "Abandon the horse."

"No."

Sixteen thousand, all dismounted. Then, in an instant, it's all back together. It is from this moment that they are the real pawns.

A war, a real workhorse.

Horseback riding is nothing more than speed. At this moment, return to yourself. The 16,000-strong army changed momentum. It's like a giant shield, and a sense of thickness shakes everything.

Ying Fei stepped forward with his left hand, shouted loudly, and said, "Walk forward, attack Sun Zimo at night."

"No."

With his left hand down, the army marched forward. In the vast night, the sound is kept to a minimum. This time, for the sake of effect, Ying Fei abandoned the horse and walked at night, just for the sake of secrecy.

There was no roar of war horses, no large-scale cavalry sorties shaking the ground. The fifth watch will be the best cover. Taking advantage of the night, Ying Fei was sure to give him a thunderous blow.

Defeated Sun Zimo at once.

In the process of moving forward at great speed, Ying Fei's eyes flashed, and she supported Guo Jia, anxious, and said: "Fengxiao, you ......"

"My lord, Jia is fine."

With the help of Guo Jia, he stood firm. After taking a deep breath, his expression changed and he said, "Lord, keep going."

"Hmm."

The two of them, looking at each other, saw worry in each other's eyes. It's just that the two are fundamentally different, Ying Fei is worried about her body, after all, Guo Jia is frail and died young.

He is not Cao Cao, and he understands the sharpness of ghosts better. Ying Fei will never allow it, Guo Jia died early.

Guo Jia's eyes are worried about fighters. At this time, the fifth watch is the darkest time of the day. Once the sixth watch has passed, the sky will be bright.

Therefore, they must rush before the sixth watch, defeat Sun Zimo, and force Bocai. Otherwise, all plans will be empty talk, and everything will have to start again.

……

"Stop."

With a lift of his left hand, Ying Fei said. Looking ahead, his eyes shrank, and his heart soared with murderous intrigue.

"How many troops are we?"

"Eight miles."

Hearing this, Ying Fei's heart jumped. A touch of joy is bred and quickly amplified.

"Bong-hyo."

"My lord."

With a movement of his left hand, he pointed to the front and said, "Yellow Turban, the military discipline is loose, and this is the time to attack." The general himself carried the army forward, and you left to command in the center. ”

"No."

16,000 against 30,000. What's more, there are 5,000 elites among them, and there are even Wei Wushu. Between the two, the disparity is not huge.

"Evil comes, keep up."

"No."

Ying Fei took two thousand Wei soldiers and Dian Wei and rushed towards the Yellow Turban camp. Along the way, there was no sound except footsteps.

A moment later, Ying Fei and his party rushed outside the camp. Ying Fei glanced at Dian Wei and said, "Evil comes."

"Kill."

Facing Dian Wei, he made a movement to wipe his neck. Ying Fei turned over and entered, her movements light and flexible. A few moves, and then approached the guards.

"Poof."

The left hand grasped the mouth and nose, and the iron sword instantly pierced the throat. Gently put down the yellow turban soldiers, Ying Fei turned his head and nodded to Dian Wei, who also made this action.

The two of them were as dexterous as cats, all the way to the center. At the same time, two thousand Wei warriors, taking advantage of the situation, followed closely.

"Poof."

"Poof."

"Poof."

……

Passing all the way, Ying Fei only shook her head. Although it is not obvious on the face, in his heart, he shouts that it is unprofessional.

The Yellow Turban Camp has no rules, and on the whole, it is just one word, chaos. There is no place to set up a post. It should be placed in the dark sentry place, not placed.

The whole camp is like a refugee camp. Weapons are discarded haphazardly and disorganized.

……

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh、......"

One after another, one after another. As soon as Ying Fei approached, he immediately motioned for Dian Wei to stop.

In the midst of the great camp, those who dare to commit adultery and promiscuity. The ten* is Sun Zimo.

The look of contempt in his eyes flashed away. Ying Fei's eyes narrowed, and the murderous machine rolled up. Turn your head and say.

"Broken into pieces, a team of 100 people. And in the midst of the camp, set fires everywhere. Leave a thousand people, and they will be beheaded with Ben. ”

"No."

At the sound of an order, the army quickly dispersed.

The guards were executed, blood trickled down, and a smell of blood gradually drifted away. Ying Fei's eyes were extremely calm, even rational.

At this moment, he is waiting, waiting for Sun Zimo to be the most excited.

"Ahh

A high-pitched sound, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing, seemed to run out of strength at once. At this moment, Ying Fei's eyes flashed and said, "Kill."

"Whoa."

As soon as the army moved, it quickly surrounded the large camp.

"Who?"

At the same time, there was a pause in exclamation. Sun Zimo, just about to grab the sword, Dian Wei had already broken the account and entered.

"Shut up."

The iron halberd was against his neck, and Sun Zimo's skin was cold. A breath of death, enveloping. Let the corners of his mouth get stuck all of a sudden.

"Whoa."

A soldier opened the tent door, and Ying Fei stepped in. As soon as I stepped into the big tent, a spring came to my face. The breath of the ****, the rich prickly.

"Poof."

The iron sword was like a spiritual snake, slashing at once. A flash of light appeared, and the body of the woman in the tent was divided into two. Blood spurted out, splashing Sun Zimo's body.

The hot blood made it feel cold. Above the iron halberd, the crescent blade shimmered with cold light. And Ying Fei, without saying a word, will kill.

This coldness, unspeakable, has a touch of great horror. Sun Zimo's whole body is ****, and there is a huge thing below, which is weak because of his strength.

His body trembled, looked at Ying Fei, and said, "Who are you?"

"The one who killed you!"

"Poof."

The sword light was like a dragon, and it swept through at once. The trachea was broken, and Sun Zimo didn't even scream.

……

"Boom."

The torches were vertical and horizontal, and the whole camp was blazing all at once. For a time, all, fell into the sea of fire.

"Ahh

……

"Enemy attack."

……

"Run......"

……

With the firelight, the Yellow Turban Army was suddenly awakened. Facing the monstrous sea of fire, he was stunned all of a sudden.

This is the difference between professional and unprofessional, formal and informal. When the Yellow Turban Army encountered a surprise attack, it did not have a sense of battle at all. They were in their own formations, shouting and shouting.

"Kill."

At the same time, two thousand Wei soldiers charged separately and rushed towards the big tent of the Chinese army. No one can stop it all the way.

……

"Most of the protections."

"Hmm."

nodded, Ying Fei's eyes flashed. Glancing at the fire, he shouted, "Brothers, the killing will go out."

"Kill."

Two thousand people shouted, and the momentum was soaring. Under the leadership of Ying Fei, he attacked the long society.

As soon as Qin's crossbow came out, the arrows were all over the sky, and the army was headed, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, and the gods blocked and punished the gods. This is a massacre, Yingfei does not seek to surrender, only to break through. Arrows rained down, harvesting lives.