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Gongsun Chan led two thousand white horses and righteous followers, rushing back and forth to kill in the battlefield.

He had taken off his red coat, revealing a black-and-red armor. His armor had been splattered beyond recognition by the blood of the enemy, and the lance in his hand was even more dazzling after devouring a dozen fresh lives.

Gongsun Chan took the lead and rushed to the front of the right flank defense line, and the blockers were invincible. He led his soldiers to block the enemy's frenzied attacks one after another.

Gongsun Zhan's personal guards are all generals of the Gongsun family who have followed him since childhood, and many years of combat career have made them like brothers, and they cooperate with each other very tacitly on the battlefield. They hugged each other tightly, like a boulder, firmly in front of the Yellow Turban Army, resolutely not taking half a step back.

The Yellow Turban Army was replaced by a group of fresh troops, and shouted again to kill.

Gongsun Zhan clamped his legs, rode Yuhua Cheng and rushed into the enemy formation, holding the Zhangba horse lance with both hands, slashing left and right, roaring like thunder.

The red-eyed soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were killed did not show weakness, and swarmed up in groups of three or five.

Gongsun Chan cut down a Yellow Turban soldier with a horse lance in his hand, and the corpse that was cut in two by the horse lance flew out with great momentum, smashing over the two Yellow Turban soldiers in the distance.

Just as Gongsun Chan was driving his horse forward, preparing to kill another Yellow Turban soldier in front of him, he saw one of his brothers killed by three spears of the enemy. The white horse righteous soldier's screams before his death were heart-rending and painful.

Gongsun Zhan was suddenly furious, and his eyes were about to split. He roared, the Yuhua skull stood up, and the Zhangba horse lance in Gongsun Zhan's hand dragged horizontally, and immediately killed the Yellow Turban Army soldiers in front of him.

Then he jumped up with all his might, and slashed two people in a row, rushing to the side of the three enemy soldiers who were holding spears and charging to kill.

"Kill ......" Gongsun Chan roared wildly, and before one of them could react, the Zhangba horse lance had already split his head. The man couldn't dodge, and even the spear was split and flew out, his chest and abdomen were broken by the lance, and blood gushed out with his internal organs.

The other two Yellow Turban soldiers saw Gongsun Zhan's ferocity and the tragic death of their comrades, and they were immediately aroused to the most primitive blood, and they left the white horse soldiers who were fighting, and howled and pounced on Gongsun Zhan.

Gongsun Chan opened his eyes angrily, roared again, threw away the horse lance in his hand, pulled out the saber at his waist, and rushed forward with two sharp spears. He seized one of the spears and stabbed the spear-wielding enemy soldier with his sword, ignoring the other spear that stabbed at him.

At the same time, Gongsun Chan roared like a frenzy, as if his roar was enough to scare the enemy to death.

Gongsun Chan's knife plunged into the enemy's body, pierced through the enemy's abdomen, and poked to the end until the handle of the knife.

The enemy's spear was close to the body, and the tip of the spear was already in the abdomen.

It was too late, but it was too fast, and a pair of legs flew through the air and a pair of blood-stained combat boots kicked the enemy's chest. I only heard the crisp sound of the sternum breaking, the howl of the enemy soldiers, and then I saw the spear shoot backwards with the body of the enemy soldier flying in the air.

The soldier who saved Gongsun Chan couldn't help himself and fell to the ground. Suddenly, several war knives and three or four spears fell almost in order. In the midst of the flying flesh, the soldier didn't even scream, and his body was dismembered by a random knife, and he died instantly.

Gongsun Chan is crazy, and the dead are all brothers who get along with him day and night. He hated to cut all his enemies with one sword.

Chopping off the enemy's head with a knife, Gongsun Chan roared angrily: "Brothers, kill...... Kill them all......"

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Li Yi held the overlord gun in his hand and pinned the last enemy in front of him to the ground. After fighting for a short time, he was finally able to take a breath.

As far as he could see, there were enemies in front of him, dense and endless.

The Yellow Turbans went berserk, and in order to break out of their way, they launched the most ferocious attack in the face of the coalition forces on the hill, an endless attack.

Li Yi completely lost his elegant demeanor, his long blood-stained hair stuck to his cheeks casually, and on his forehead and hair, there was brown blood everywhere on his body, some coagulated, some wet, and he looked embarrassed.

"Nima, it's really a shame to have long hair on the battlefield. After this battle, you must cut this long hair. Not only that, but the laborers and management also ordered that all the people in the army should not have long hair, and all laborers should be shaved bald. Li Yi thought viciously in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the Yellow Turban soldiers were in front of him again. He had no choice but to swing the Overlord Gun and fight the enemy again.

Li Yi was almost out of breath by the surging enemies. He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, how many of his own soldiers had fallen, and he didn't even have the time to look up.

He only saw the inexhaustible enemies rushing up to him, saw the enemy soldiers with blood splattered and severed limbs falling one after another, and heard all the sounds of killing, shouting, and the sound of war drums that never stopped.

He felt that the strength in his body was disappearing little by little, his movements became more and more stiff and slow, and he felt that he could no longer support it.

Although the wound was still oozing blood, he had completely lost the feeling of pain.

As the commander of the army, Li Yi guarded in the middle of the hill, leading a coalition of 3,000 northern troops and powerful private soldiers to block the enemy who was several times his size.

The Yellow Turbans took the gentle terrain in front of the hill as their main direction of attack, and they launched a ferocious attack like a tide, giving the allied soldiers who were stubbornly defending the high ground the slightest respite.

Li Yi saw that a group of enemies rushed up from under the hill. He wanted to shout, to tell the soldiers that another wave of enemies was rushing up, but he couldn't shout, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

Li Yi smiled bitterly, since he came to this troubled era at the end of the Han Dynasty, he is often proud of his martial arts.

In fact, he also has the capital to be proud of, because he was able to rely on his martial arts to beat the famous Guan Yu, Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei.

But now, he was so proud of his own force that he was killed by the enemy and did not even have the strength to speak.

Immediately, Li Yi found that he couldn't even smile bitterly - his facial muscles stiffened due to excessive exertion.

He grabbed the Overlord gun in his hand, knelt on one leg in a pool of blood, and hung his head.

He was waiting, waiting for the enemy to rush up, waiting for himself to regain the last bit of killing strength.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who led the army to defend the left and right flanks of the hill, discovered that the enemy in the middle suddenly retreated almost at the same time. Then their eyes widened and they cried out in horror:

"Big Brother ......"

"Big Brother ......"

"Support, support mid lane ......"

"Move closer, move closer to the middle......"

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The drums of war rang out quickly and violently, and the tense and bloody atmosphere suddenly weighed down the soldiers almost to suffocate.

The drumsticks struck fiercely on the hearts of every defending soldier, shocking and painful.

The enemy retreated, giving up a space of a few dozen paces. At the back of this space, there were only scattered soldiers, armed with weapons in their hands, standing fearlessly on the battlefield littered with corpses.

The defenders in the middle were wiped out, and it was no wonder that the enemy had to retreat a little in order to regroup his strength for the final blow.

The allied soldiers on both the left and right flanks saw the danger, and without the urging of the officers, they let out an earth-shattering roar in unison, and then they flew away as if they had gone crazy, and they raised their weapons and shouted desperately, rushing to the center as fast as they could.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were sandwiched between the soldiers, shouting incessantly, galloping, and roaring hoarsely.

The enemy rushed up. They also saw an opportunity, saw hope, and as long as they killed this man in front of them, the enemy would collapse and they would have the possibility of victory.

They ran even more frantically, shouting and screaming, hoping to fly with their wings.

The sound of killing on the hill was like thunder, and the sound shook the sky.

However, the enemy had already moved closer to the central position, and the reinforcements on both flanks were still some distance from the center.