Li Yi turned his horse back again.

Looking at the majestic iron cavalry army in front of him, Li Yi couldn't help but think of the scene when he watched the game on the court in his previous life, when tens of thousands of fans chanted "must win" in unison, which was definitely exciting.

Perhaps, I can do the same myself.

He raised his overlord gun violently and shouted: "Victory......"

After Li Yi yelled, he felt comfortable, and in an instant, his blood boiled all over his body, and his killing intent soared to the sky.

Li Yi kicked the white dragon horse violently, and the white dragon horse was in pain and jumped up. Li Yi stood up on his horse and raised his spear, used all his strength, faced the black cavalry army, and shouted again: "Must ...... Victory......"

Li Yi's sudden behavior made all the generals and the army stunned, and they didn't know what kind of trouble their lord was going to make. But they were only stunned for a moment, and soon came to their senses: no matter what the lord wants to do, can't he just do it himself?

The cavalry of the Youzhou Army in the front row was extremely excited, and almost at the same time raised their swords and echoed: "Victory......"

The white dragon horse ran at full speed, as if the wind was galloping. Li Yi waved the overlord gun and roared wildly: "Must ...... Victory......"

More cavalry of the Youzhou Army raised their weapons and echoed in unison: "Must ...... Victory...... Must...... Victory......"

Li Yi tightened the reins of the horse, and the white dragon horse instantly stopped his body, and his front legs almost stood upright with his body. Li Yi seemed to be about to fly into the air with the war horse, and his figure rose a few feet. He saw more of the soldiers in the back raise their weapons.

Li Yi raised his spear again in the air, tried his best, and shouted hoarsely: "It will ...... Victory......"

"Winning ......"

"Winning ......"

"Winning ......"

……

First hundreds of people roared, then thousands, and finally 15,000 people all roared.

The deep and passionate sound exploded like thunder after thunder on the great plains, exploding in the air, even masking the occasional rumbling thunder in the sky, and the deafening roar almost exploded through the thick clouds and rushed to the sky.

Tian Yu trembled with excitement from the thunderous roar. He waved the flag, followed behind Li Yi, used all his strength, and roared wildly.

Although he couldn't hear his own voice, he still opened his mouth frantically, and roared as everyone shouted over and over again, as if he wanted to shout out all his fear and fatigue together, leaving only an indomitable fighting spirit.

The howling wind was stagnant, and the rain in the dark clouds seemed to be stunned by this roar, and everyone was terrified. His face was colorless, and his eyes widened in fear at this roar, forgetting to wreak havoc on the world again.

………………

In the Yellow Turban Army formation in the distance, Zhang Jiao and Yang Feng were stunned by the roar that echoed in the air, they couldn't contain their panic, and an instinctive feeling of panic suddenly rushed into their hearts.

Yang Feng's face became very ugly. The invincible momentum of the Youzhou Iron Rider in the distance made him feel discouraged and fearful that he had never felt before.

It's funny to say that Zhang Jiao and his Yellow Turban Army were wiped out by more than 600,000 people by the cavalry in front of them, and today is the first time to really see its true face. Last time in Katsutei. Because of the narrow battlefield, he did not see the whole picture of the Youzhou Iron Cavalry.

Zhang Jiao was stunned by the momentum of the Youzhou Iron Horse. But after all, he is the world-famous Taiping Dao Chieftain, the Great Sage and Good Teacher, the boss of the Yellow Turban Army, and the Tiangong General, how powerful his heart is. It didn't take long to come back to his senses.

Suddenly, he was proud of his courage: as long as he defeated this Youzhou Iron Cavalry today, the Yellow Turban Army might be able to make a name for himself.

"Drumming......" Zhang Jiao roared, "Drumming." Prepare for ......"

The rumbling drums of war were like thunder on the flat ground, and they thundered violently.

………………

Li Yi pointed his spear forward and shouted wildly: "Kill...... Kill......"

"Victory...... Winning ......"

"Kill...... Ah......h

……

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

The majestic and passionate drums of the charge immediately rose into the sky. The Youzhou Iron Rider began to start, began to run, accelerated, and accelerated again.

First the roar, the sound of war drums, and then the sound of the galloping iron hooves of war horses, gradually these three sounds intertwined, forming a huge roar, an earth-shattering roar.

The earth began to shake, then it shook, and then it jumped.

The Youzhou Iron Cavalry is like a hurricane rolling up on the flat ground, like a tsunami, like a landslide, like a flash flood, overwhelming the mountains and seas, surging, and overwhelmingly killing the Yellow Turban Army's military formation.

At that moment, the stone broke the earth!

………………

Yang Feng's face changed drastically, he never thought that fifteen thousand iron horsemen would rush to kill, and the momentum would be so terrifying.

Zhang Jiao felt a chill all over his body, like a cold wind drilling into his bone marrow, directly to his heart.

Then this coldness rushed straight to his head, and Zhang Jiao couldn't help but shudder: Xiao Zuo died like this.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were all colorless, and the rumbling war drums could not be heard in their ears except for the roar of the iron cavalry galloping.

Fear, fear with a strong smell of death.

The surging iron knights were getting closer and bigger. Murderous faces, wild and fierce war horses. The roar, the wheezing of the war horse, was already clearly audible.

The Yellow Turban Army's position began to loosen, and the three thousand-man arrays at the front began to panic and began to retreat.

Zhang Jiao and Yang Feng saw the danger. Yang Feng shouted, his cry was terrible and terrifying. Yang Feng didn't believe that this was his own cry at all.

"Go up, order the front to go up......"

"Shooting...... Shooting ......"

"Let it go...... Put ......"

……

The roars didn't stop, the shouts didn't stop, the drums of war didn't stop, and the heralds galloped wildly through the ranks.

Long arrows whistled out, roaring all the way, tearing through the wind and piercing through the rain.

"Huh...... Swish...... Who......"

Suddenly, the sky was full of long arrows, like a thick dark cloud, flying towards the rushing iron cavalry army.

When the archers in the camp of the Yellow Turban Army on the opposite side raised their bows and arrows in their hands, Li Yi and the iron cavalry of the 500 personal guard battalion raised their round shields almost at the same time.

"Accelerate, add ...... ...... quickly" Li Yi was lying on the back of the white dragon horse with his whole body, shouting desperately.

The rousing drums of war suddenly resounded on the battlefield.

The long arrows fell, and the piercing and high-pitched cries were terrifying, and the soldiers fell one after another with arrows.

The sound of the long arrow striking the shield was dense and dull, like a violent hailstorm.

Three rounds of arrows were fired, and the forward of the Youzhou Army's iron cavalry had reached the front of the Yellow Turban Army's battle formation.

Zhang Jiao's eyes suddenly widened, and Yang Feng took two steps back in shock.

With a loud "boom", it marked that the two armies had come into contact.

The cavalry warriors swept away thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers as quickly as the autumn wind swept away the leaves, drowning and devouring them.

The helpless and weak Yellow Turban soldiers watched as they were overwhelmed by the Iron Cavalry and swallowed up by the rolling torrent, leaving nothing but a scream before they died.

The ground that had been trampled by the footsteps of the Yellow Turban soldiers was splashed with bright red and steaming blood in the blink of an eye, and the blurred body of the snow rolled under the trampling of the war horses, with severed limbs and stumps and mud and sand, and snow water flying under the hooves of the horses.

Li Yi wore his long hair loose, and the overlord gun in his hand arbitrarily devoured the enemy's life in the roar.

Dian Wei was like a tiger descending from the mountain, guarding Li Yi's left side, and a pair of iron halberds could not splash the water, and he was invincible.

Tian Yu is at the age of fourteen or fifteen, which is the best period for rapid development in all aspects. After following Li Yi for a few months, his martial arts have also been comprehensively improved, and a steel spear in his hand is like a flickering lightning, constantly swallowing.

Behind the three of them were two hundred Li Yi's personal guard battalion soldiers. Li Yi's personal guard battalion is the most elite soldier in the Youzhou Army's iron cavalry, and his combat effectiveness is very strong.

On his left side, one hundred and fifty guards followed closely with the guards, and on his right side as well.

The three generals, plus five hundred iron cavalry, which can be regarded as the most elite in the entire Han Dynasty, together form the arrows of the entire army. This sharp arrow is unstoppable, and it is advancing at a rapid pace all the way.

Zhang Fei, Li Xun, and Li Qiong led an army of 3,000 on the right flank of the enemy's position; Zhang Jaw, Li Zhong, Li Xin, and Li Yi also rode on the left flank of the enemy's position with 3,000 iron horses.

The three brothers, Gongsun Zhan, Gongsun Yue, and Gongsun Fan, with three thousand iron horsemen, followed behind the arrows of the army.

The three branches, the finished glyph pounced, and the 9,000 iron cavalry attacked the 30,000 infantry to block it, which was simply devastating and effortless. In the face of any resistance, the iron cavalry army rushed up and immediately flattened.

Zhang Jiao watched his soldiers being trampled, slashed, knocked into the air under the iron hooves, and dying one by one, and his heartache was deformed.

Yang Feng saw that he couldn't resist it, so he immediately transferred 20,000 troops from the outflanking troops to block it. Now don't scruple about anything, block it, resolutely block it, and don't let the Youzhou Iron Cavalry break through the formation. When the army led by Chu Yan arrived, there was still hope.

Zhang Jiao kept looking north as he retreated with Yang Feng.

The battlefield was full of murderous sounds, corpses were everywhere, and the Yellow Turban Army was in a struggling struggle.

…………

Yue Fei led the army to a halt.

"Pengju, why did you stop? Why? Zhao Yun and Guan Yu Pegasus rushed over and shouted anxiously.

"If you don't rush over, the battle will be over." Zou Dan ran up from behind and shouted.

Yue Fei looked at the boiling battlefield in front of him, barely suppressed the impulse in his heart, pointed to the north with his finger, and said, "The lord asked us to go to the north to stop Chu Yan's army. ”

"Chu Yan?" Zou Dan shouted, "Is he here?" ”

"Go, go, go, go." Guan Yu urged loudly, "Let's hurry over." ”

"Pengju, how far are we from the battlefield?" Zhao Yun asked loudly.

Yue Fei looked at the plain to the north and stretched out a hand.

"Five hundred paces." Zhao Yun shouted loudly, "Go, go, five hundred steps away." (To be continued.) )