"Shoot the arrows!"

Bu Ji led the Yellow Turban Rui to ride to the camp wall less than fifty paces when Chen Gong waved the Han sword in his hand and shouted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The only 500 archers left in the camp, with the blessing of the great Confucians, easily broke into the Xuanwu shell with sharp arrows and shot the Yellow Turban Cavalry.

"There aren't many arrows left, shoot a horse, shoot a horse!"

Chen Gong shouted, and five hundred archers shot towards the Yellow Turban Rui Cavalry and dismounted.

The Yellow Turban Sharp Rider who was dismounted by the war horse was then stepped into the pile of Yellow Turban Thief corpses below by the later war horse, Bu Ji's eyes were still looking straight ahead, and the Yellow Turban Sharp Rider and Sharp Warrior behind him advanced in turn.

The Yellow Turban Cavalry quickly attacked the city wall, and the great Confucians participated in the battle, and the young men of the scholar clan rushed to the camp wall with their lives and blood to block the footsteps of the Yellow Turban Cavalry.

In Puyang City, Liu Bei watched the huge Xuanwu suddenly shrink and was not shocked, and Cheng Yu ran over in disheveled clothes: "Sima, Bu Ji will personally lead the elite to attack the village, and Sima Dang will personally lead the army to attack it, and this victory will be over!"

When the decisive battle finally came, Liu Bei took a deep breath to suppress the tension in his heart, and stared at Chen Zhi beside him: "Mingjin, summon the generals."

"No!"

The roaring sound of striking gold sounded in Puyang City, and the three Lu Bu and his subordinates, who were lying in armor, rode their war horses and gathered on the school field next to the county mansion.

Liu Bei stood on the high platform of the school field in armor, looking at the generals under his command who gathered quickly, Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Dian Wei, Han Dang, Gao Shun, and Xu Huang were all outstanding people at the moment, and what could hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves count?

"Gentlemen, since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, following me, there have been no less than 100 large and small battle formations, and no less than 1 million people have been saved, but we are still unrenowned, and our military achievements are not obvious, but today's battle is when we are famous all over the world, and there are hundreds of thousands of weak people, are you afraid?"

Zhang Fei proudly: "Even if there are hundreds of thousands of old thieves, they are regarded as grass mustard!" Big brother order! ”

Lu Bu also said: "Xuande doesn't need to worry too much, the eldest husband should kill a future with the three-foot green blade in his hand, why fear life and death?"

Dian Wei carried two halberds: "Sima Xiu wants to be angry!" I can't wait! ”

"My lord, please give the order!"

Nearly 3,000 horsemen shouted in unison to make the worry in Liu Bei's heart go away a little, 3,000 people beat hundreds of thousands of yellow turban thieves Liu Bei is really not sure, not to mention Uncle Liu Huang, who has been defeated and fought repeatedly, he, an otaku from later generations, is really cowardly!

Cheng Yu seemed to see Liu Bei's worries and said: "Sima can rest assured, there are tens of thousands of officials and soldiers, and thieves will be broken!"

Liu Bei took a breath of relief, turned his heart on his horse, and shouted: "The thief should be in the ear today, and the thief will not return if he does not break his oath, and he will kill."

"If the thief is not broken, he will not return it. Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The three thousand horsemen shouted to make Liu Bei bold, and as soon as the momentum opened, the golden dragon spiraled like a roar, and the momentum that merged into the generals immediately filled with purple energy.

Time passed minute by minute, and the Yellow Turban Ruiqi sacrificed nearly a thousand people to finally gain a foothold in the camp wall, and there were countless corpses of the young warriors piled up on a slope in the wall, and the dense young warriors crowded on the slope just waiting for someone to die and rushed forward, wanting to use the number of people to make up for the lack of strength.

The great Confucian who had fallen into a bitter battle was already a little overwhelmed, and the books above his head had already shown signs of scattering, Chen Gong struggled to slash the Yellow Turban Ruiqi in front of him with a sword, and was about to quietly withdraw from the battlefield to burn the military rations, when he suddenly heard a dragon groan, and a purple dragon appeared behind the Yellow Turban thieves and flew with teeth and claws.

Such a fast speed must be the Youzhou Iron Cavalry under Liu Xuande, Chen Gong's spirit was shocked, and the Han Sword in his hand slashed several people in a row, and laughed: "Liu Xuande is here!" The time for the thief to die is here! ”

When the great Confucian heard this, they also saw the purple dragon coming quickly, and they all immediately felt that Liu Xuande had come at the right time, and there was no complaint about the previous two days.

Liu Bei led 3,000 horsemen to kill the Yellow Turban thieves, and the thief chieftain who was entrusted by Bu Ji with the important task of blocking the reinforcements of the official army was shot by Lu Bu with an arrow, and thousands of Yellow Turban Qingzhuang were shot by the javelins in the hands of the 3,000 cavalry, and the rest of the Yellow Turban thieves fled in despair.

The Xuanwu tail on the top of Bu Ji's head swayed non-stop, and when he turned around, he saw the Yellow Turban thieves who were beaten into a mess by the official army, and thought that the official army was a containment attack, as long as the Yellow Turban thieves were willing to work hard, they could block the footsteps of the official army, but to speed up the attack, if it dragged on, it would really only eat the dead!

"Kill!"

Bu Ji threw off the yellow robe on his body, jumped off his horse, held the Li Scepter in his hand, and led the Yellow Turban Rui Shi around him to attack the camp with the Yellow Turban Rui Cavalry.

Chen Gong was shocked and said, "There is someone who is not afraid of death to come with him."

The rangers who heard the wind and voted for them followed Chen Gong's footsteps one after another.

Because of Bu Ji personally went into battle and went crazy Yellow Turban Sharp Cavalry and Yellow Turban Sharp Warriors desperately attacked the young warriors in front of them, the Yellow Turban Sharp Cavalry dismounted their sabers and split the horse stocks, and the painful horses crashed into a passage from the dense Warrior Clan's young and strong, and the Yellow Turban Sharp Cavalry took advantage of the situation to capture the camp with the crazy horses.

The crazy horses were also blocked by the dense crowd and cut down, the Yellow Turban Sharp Cavalry behind the horse was invincible, and the young men of the Scholar Clan held bamboo spears neatly towards the Yellow Turban Sharp Cavalry, and soon the Yellow Turban Sharp Cavalry that rushed down was cleaned up by the spearmen, and the Spearmen took advantage of the situation to catch up all the Yellow Turban Sharp Cavalry on the city wall.

On the other side, the Yellow Turban warriors led by Bu Ji all fought for their lives to kill the rangers and retreated, and the side men behind them shouted sharply: "Those who retreat are all killed."

The angry side of the beard made Haoran righteous and shocked, and the big man with the big knife shouted: "Afraid of death, what a ranger!" Those who are not afraid follow a certain slash to kill themselves and make a name for themselves. ”

"Kill!"

The big man took the lead, and no one could get close to him under the swing of the big knife in his hand, and the rangers moved closer to Bu Ji under the leadership of the big man.

Seeing that the big man was so brave, Bu Ji smashed a few stabbed spears with the Li Jie staff in his hand, and shouted: "Good man, it is worth my personal action, who is you?"

The big man snorted coldly: "The old thief remembers, it was Shandong Ji Ling who killed you."

Bu Ji sneered: "Xiao'er, I don't know whether I live or die, take the cane."

Bu Ji struggled to hit with a cane, Ji Ling blocked the horizontal knife, and a huge force came, and Ji Ling almost couldn't hold the big knife in his hand.

Bu Ji saw that Ji Ling took his cane, and his eyes were fierce: "Come again."

The clouds on the Li Scepter were filled with sharp thorns and grew out, and Bu Ji smashed towards Ji Ling fiercely.

Real life! Ji Ling is in danger! Chen Gong was shocked when he saw the barbs growing from the Li Scepter in Bu Ji's hand, isn't this a real person at the same level as the god general?

"Be careful!"

Ji Ling was already shocked, is this a god general? I had the intention to avoid it, but a voice in my heart shouted again: "Ji Ling, if you don't feel the coercion of the god general, never want to become a god general."

Ji Ling struggled to raise his knife to block, the Li Scepter slammed in, the big knife in Ji Ling's hand snapped and broke, the Li Scepter hit Ji Ling's body, the armor he was wearing was broken, and the body that had just condensed was smashed into a blur of flesh and blood.

With a wave of the Li Scepter in Bu Ji's hand, he struck at Ji Ling's head.