"Withdraw."

Seeing the fire rising with the wind, Ying Fei shouted and said. Fire and water are ruthless, he has heard this sentence too many times. He knew that once the fire was ignited, for a while, it would not be extinguished at all.

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

Wei Wushu heard his order and did not leave. Instead, he held the Qin crossbow in his hand and pulled the machine bracket.

Arrow after arrow, like a meteorite falling from the sky. Its speed is unparalleled, drawing the most standard parabola, beautiful and solemn.

"Poof."

"Poof."

"Poof."

……

Twelve thousand arrows condensed a huge killing force in one place. Then, frantically pounced on the Yellow Turbans.

A round of shooting consumed the arrows on Wei Wushu's body. The outfit was lightened, and Wei Wushu turned his head and disappeared at the end of the sea of fire.

Wei Wushu is a special army with a weight of 100 catties and a hundred miles in half a day. At such a juncture, this advantage is vividly exerted.

The fire was raging, and the sky was filled with smoke. Old grass and old leaves, piled up for countless years. It was ignited all at once, like the sun bursting all at once, scattered into countless pieces.

"Evil comes."

"Strategist."

Guo Jia's eyes were heavy, and he was cold and murderous, and he took a deep look, and the Yellow Turban Camp turned his head to drink, and said.

"Give me the order, and the army will retreat."

"No."

Dian Wei gave his hand and promised. His eyes swept over the official seal in Guo Jia's hand, and his expression was awe-inspiring. The protector of the Western Regions is imprinted in his hand, and at this moment, Guo Jia is the master of the army.

His words are the same as Yingfei.

Glancing at Dian Wei, Guo Jia's expression froze, revealing an inexplicable look, and said, "Lord, life and death are up to fate." If thou wilt come back alive, help him to take the world. ”

"Although the body is dead, the clan is destroyed, and there is no regret!"

Guo Jia is a peerless wise man, and he understands that once the fire spreads. The land of three miles will inevitably be dragged down. The fire will sweep through the four fields with great momentum.

At that time, it will surely crush and swallow up all 10,000 troops. And, at this moment, only by retreating can there be vitality and a way to live.

"Drive."

The whip was raised, and the determination was incomparable. The seal of the protector of the capital shines in the sun and emits a multicolored light. An army of 10,000 is fearful.

"Drive."

10,000 people, looking at the Yellow Turban Camp, turned their heads and left. Just as he turned his head, a wave of sorrow swept over, a desolate root.

The Lord will not know whether he will live or die, and the army will retreat. This is betrayal, even though it is commanded. However, in the hearts of the 10,000-strong army, anger was as hot as a fire.

At this moment, 10,000 people are united and hateful.

This change is extremely obvious, and Guo Jia is the first to notice it. His eyes flashed, and he suppressed the emotions in his heart one by one. The stakes are high and must not be emotional.

……

"Continue west."

"No."

Escaping from the sea of fire, Ying Fei shouted and said. The fire spread and could not be extinguished for a while. At this moment, if you want to stay out of the matter, you can only stay away.

Two thousand Wei warriors are like a hurricane. Furious, domineering, and terrifyingly fast.

"Ying Fei, I hate!"

The sky was full of firelight, and Bocai gritted his teeth and howled at the sky. Then, he turned around and shouted.

"Sledgehammer."

"Qu Shuai."

Glancing around, he turned his head and said, "The army is heading north, break through immediately."

"No."

The fire swelled and gradually became encircled. At this time, only the west and the north have the smallest fire. And he witnessed it with his own eyes, Ying Fei fled westward.

There was only one way left for him. That is to the north, and then to the north to the giant deer and Zhang Jiao. When the time comes, it will inevitably be able to regain its strength and fight the world again.

The fire was monstrous, and the county seat of Changshe was suddenly red. The huge heat turned the long shrine into a furnace.

"Brother Yizhen, we are really heroes and teenagers, and we are old after all."

Such a drastic change has naturally attracted the attention of the two veterans, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. The waves of fire are rolling, and one wave is hotter than the other. Standing at the head of the castle is like baking.

"Haha. Gongwei, you should be strong, what an old man! ”

Huangfu Song, looking happy. His face was red from the heat, and he laughed loudly, pointing to the fire outside the city, and said.

"Champion Hou, the champion of the three armies, when he was crowned a wolf, he was only a weak champion. Ganluo is the twelfth phase of Qin, not to mention that most of them are thirteen years old! ”

At this moment, Huangfu Song was quite emotional. A year ago, Ying Fei was still a companion. accompanied the emperor's eldest son to debate, learned literature and martial arts, and got along well with him.

Ying Fei has a large part of the art of war, which is taught by him. A year has passed, and it is the capital of the Western Regions, and it eats 2,000 stones.

Crisscrossing the Western Regions, invincible, invincible. Its troops are invincible and undefeated along the way.

The fire burned the city, reflecting half of the sky. The heat spreads out in all directions. For a time, the heat wave was soaring, and the temperature between heaven and earth was forcibly raised by more than ten degrees.

To the south of the city, a large army rushed all the way. He is the first young man, six feet tall, and looks heroic. Behind him, an army of 5,000 people was all elite.

"Drive."

A knight, reversed. The war horse galloped under his crotch and rushed towards the army.

"Phew."

A handful of strangled the war horse, Cao Cao's small eyes, dripping and spinning. After a moment, he looked at the scout who had stopped, and said.

"What is the enemy situation of the long society?"

The scout dismounted, bowed to Cao Cao, and said, "Qiyu, General Cao, the fire in Changshe is burning, and we can't get close."

"Let's go down!"

With a wave of his hand to repel the scout, Cao Cao's small eyes were full of light. After a moment of silence, he said, "Continue forward, the whole army is on alert."

"No."

"Drive."

A clamp on the horse's belly, the crotch of the war horse was stressed, and the earth-shattering neigh. Four hooves soared into the air and ran forward.

"Drive."

……

Five thousand people, five thousand cavalry, this is the reinforcement sent from Luoyang. This is also the traitorous male Cao Cao, the first time he appeared on the big stage at the end of the Han Dynasty and started his commanding life.

From Sikong to Prime Minister, from King Wei to Emperor Wu of Wei. One step at a time, it is very firm. And all of this is the foundation laid from today.

The Yellow Turban War gave it the capital to rise. coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes, so that they had the political capital to cross the late Han Dynasty.

……

"Phew."

The heat wave was pressing, and Cao Cao had no choice but to stop it. Looking at the huge sea of fire in front of Changshe City, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the fire for a while, and said.

"Brother Ying, I haven't seen you for a year, and you're still so sharp!"

The little eyes shrank, and he muttered thoughtfully, "Although the fire attack is good, it hurts the heavens!"

His Cao Cao knows Ying Fei very well. At a glance, it can be seen that the fire in front of him was caused by Ying Fei. It's just that Cao Cao didn't expect that after a long absence, Ying Fei was still as sharp as ever.

……

Bocai's army was cremated by Ying Fei. At the same time, it also sent the traitors through the ages to the stage of history. At this moment, the heroic Yingfei and the traitorous Cao Cao are in the same city.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, Cao Cao's little eyes were full of loneliness. In the year of its establishment, nothing was accomplished. And Ying Fei's thirteen children, but they worship one side and are invincible.