The officers and soldiers who lost their generals gradually resisted a little scattered and powerless, but after all, they were soldiers who had experienced thousands of battles on the battlefield, and in the face of this crazy group of Yellow Turban Army, they still held their positions and fought hard by the instinct of the soldiers.

The two sides collided in one place, shields flipped over, swords and spears stabbed, and people fell to the ground continuously.

The fallen people either became a stiff corpse, or twisted their bodies over their wounds and screamed, wailed, and even some people desperately climbed on the ground, trying to support themselves to get back up, but soon they would be trampled to the ground again by the people who followed them.

Blood splattered, shouting and killing, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The smell of blood stimulated the nerves of every Yellow Turban soldier who followed Liu Wei, arousing their murderous nature. Everyone rushed forward as if they were crazy.

Liu Wei swung his long sword and slashed at the officers and soldiers on the opposite side, while shielding the short spear that stabbed at him. Even though his reflexes were quick enough, he was stabbed with a spear in the right shoulder blade.

Blood was gushing, and the sharp pain covered his forehead with beads of sweat. But after all, he is a special soldier, and enduring pain is a compulsory course.

He knew very well that if he took a step back at this critical moment, the newly raised fighting spirit of the Yellow Turban Army, which was struggling to fight against the officers and soldiers, would completely collapse.

The two sides huddled together, picked up each other's weapons and stabbed each other fiercely. As soon as a yellow turban soldier pierced the short spear in his hand into the heart of an officer and soldier opposite, another short spear stabbed from the opposite side and plunged deep into his chest.

The short spear in his hand was still pierced in the heart of the officer who had been stabbed, and the Yellow Turban soldier did not reach out to pull out the short spear, and with a strange scream, he picked up his shield and smashed it at the officer who had stabbed him with the short spear.

The oak shield was very hard, and it struck the officer and soldier's head with a crisp "pop" sound.

The officers and men wore helmets covered with hard leather and iron on their heads, but when the shield went down, the helmets were suddenly smashed, and a stream of blood slipped down the soldier's forehead in an instant.

The skull was smashed by the shield, the officers and soldiers rolled their eyes, and their bodies collapsed limply. The Yellow Turban soldier who picked up his shield gritted his teeth, pulled out a short spear that was still tied to the corpse of another officer and soldier, roared angrily, and stabbed the spear at the other officers and soldiers on the opposite side.

One by one, the officers and men and the Yellow Turbans fell, and under the fierce onslaught and strong fighting spirit of the Yellow Turbans, the officers and men finally retreated. The officers and soldiers in the back began to retreat in a scattered manner, and the fighting spirit of the officers and soldiers who were fighting with the Yellow Turban soldiers was also fading, and they retreated backwards while resisting the attack of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Kill!" The officers and soldiers began to retreat, and Liu Wei knew that the time had come to beat the water dogs, so the long sword in his hand slashed out, slashing an officer and soldier who was retreating to the ground, and then yelled at the yellow turban soldier beside him.

Less than 100 Yellow Turban soldiers, covered in blood, shouted in unison, and pushed forward a little, overthrowing the few officers and soldiers who were still struggling to resist to the ground.

Most of the officers and men have already turned around and fled, and the few officers and men who are still fighting hard do not want to withdraw, but they are already entangled with the Yellow Turban Army, and they are too late to retreat if they want to.

Under the vigorous push of the Yellow Turban soldiers, the officers and soldiers who were still desperately resisting were pushed on their backs and fell to the ground.

An officer and soldier were overthrown to the ground, he was about to get up with his elbows on the ground, and a yellow turban soldier rushed up to him.

The Yellow Turban rushed up to him, first raised his foot and kicked him in the face, then lifted his spear and stabbed him in the chest.

The soldier had barely risen forty-five degrees, and before his ass could be raised, one foot was kicked heavily in his face. His nose was sore, his eyes were black, and the back of his head slammed into the hard ground and passed out. When the spear in the Yellow Turban's hand pierced his heart, he felt no pain.

The retreating officers and soldiers rushed to the front, and Liu Wei and Zhou Cang led a group of blood-stained Yellow Turban soldiers to follow closely behind.

The heavy armor of the officers and soldiers not only did not play a role in protecting them at this time, but slowed down their speed, and the lightly equipped Yellow Turban soldiers pursued and killed all the way, and the officers and soldiers who ran behind were constantly stabbed to the ground by the Yellow Turban soldiers, and the corpses of many officers and soldiers were scattered along the way.

After chasing more than two hundred steps, there was a noisy sound of people in front of him. A large number of Yellow Turban soldiers poured out from the corner of the canyon like a tide, and they looked back in a panic while rushing towards Liu Wei and the others for their lives.

When the Yellow Turban Army rushed out of the Yellow Turban Army saw a group of officers and soldiers running towards them, they immediately became chaotic, and many of them even turned their heads, not knowing where to run.

When the officers and soldiers who fled saw the Yellow Turban Army running out of front and suppressing the Yellow Turban Army that could not be seen, they were also in a hurry, and a few of them were panicked, and even hurriedly turned around and ran towards Liu Wei and the others.

A sword slashed over an officer and soldier who ran in front of him, Liu Wei waved his hand at the Yellow Turban soldiers who followed behind him, and shouted: "Kill!" ”

After a bloody battle, only sixty or seventy of the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers shouted in unison, quickened the pace of their feet, and rushed towards the defeated officers and soldiers.

The officers and soldiers who fled in the canyon were scattered in all directions, and were killed by the Yellow Turban soldiers led by Liu Wei in an instant.

This scene not only stunned the Yellow Turban Army that was fleeing towards them, but even the officers and soldiers who were chasing the Yellow Turban Army were taken aback and stopped the pursuit.

A strange scene on the battlefield took place, where two hostile armies being pursued passed by, but instead of fighting, they treated each other as if they were nothing, like strangers; However, the two pursuing teams lined up separately and looked at each other Yaoyao.

"Where's Shan Fu?" The fleeing Yellow Turban Army ran closer, and Liu Wei grabbed one of them and yelled at him with a cold face.

"Mr. Shan is not here......" The yellow turban soldier who was trembling with fear by Liu Wei grabbed his neckline and replied.

Hearing that Xu Shu was not here, Liu Wei showed a touch of disappointment on his face, and let go of the hand holding the yellow turban soldier.

The neckline was let go by him, and the Yellow Turban hurriedly staggered out of the valley, and in the run, he also fell.

Liu Wei did not prevent the Yellow Turban Army from escaping, he knew very well that with the little manpower he brought, he could not prevent a team of thousands of people from escaping.

Wanting to use words to stimulate the bloody nature of the fleeing Yellow Turban Army is simply a fool's dream. Mo said that it was impossible for the officers and soldiers on the opposite side to give him a chance to speak at length, and even if he was given a chance, the Yellow Turban Army, which had been killed, would probably not be able to listen to what he said.

There were more than 400 officers and soldiers chasing after this group of Yellow Turban Army, far more than Liu Wei and others.

Out of the array of officers and soldiers on the opposite side was a general, who was wearing a large armor and no helmet, and on his left cheek lay a dark brown scar that snaked from his ear to the corner of his mouth, like a centipede. His face is actually a color that makes people feel that Scar has robbed his facial features.

The general drew his long sword, slashed over an officer and soldier who was fleeing, and pointed at Liu Wei and the others with a long sword, and shouted: "The rebel thief of Zhou Cang is here, and those who are captured and killed will be rewarded heavily, and those who escape from the battle will be killed!" ”

The officers and soldiers who fled had already been killed, so how could they pay attention to him. One by one, they just avoided him from a distance and ran towards the exit on the other side of the canyon.

"Strict administration!" Looking at the officers and generals in the distance, Zhou Cang stepped forward and gritted his teeth and read out the other party's name hatefully.

The fleeing Yellow Turban Army was still running past him in a steady stream, and Liu Wei said to Zhou Canghe and the Yellow Turban soldiers who came here with him in an indifferent and almost emotionless tone: "Evacuate a few people first, bring the injured brothers, don't wait for us, wait at the place where we were stationed last night!" ”

More than a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers turned around and quickly ran towards the place where they had just fought with the officers and soldiers, while Liu Wei and the others stayed where they were, confronting the officers and soldiers led by Yan Zheng from afar.

The Yellow Turban Army that had broken up had fled, and the officers and soldiers led by Yan Zheng also advanced a little. Looking at the approaching officers and soldiers, Liu Wei tightened his hand gripping the hilt of the sword.

In the battle just now, he dared to fight more with less, because he disrupted the deployment of officers and soldiers with fire attack in advance, but the team of officers and soldiers led by Yan Zheng only won one battle, and it was because their morale was like a rainbow, and they were far superior to them in terms of number and equipment.

Fighting hard with this team of officers and soldiers is undoubtedly committing suicide!

With the help of some of the Yellow Turbans who had broken up, more than a dozen Yellow Turbans who had turned back picked up their wounded companions and ran straight out of the valley.

Liu Wei did not give any further orders to retreat, he held a shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, staring at the officers and soldiers who were approaching them.

Looking at Yan Zheng who was walking in front of the ranks of officials and soldiers, Zhou Cang's eyes seemed to be about to erupt flames, his anger had risen to the peak, if it weren't for Liu Wei on the side, he would have rushed towards Yan Zheng with a sword and avenged the dead Honggu.

The more than fifty Yellow Turban soldiers who remained in the valley were all a little nervous, and a few of these people even trembled slightly as they stared at the approaching officers and soldiers.

It may be that you want to advance in formation and reap the greatest results. When Yan Zheng led the officers and soldiers to approach, the speed was not very fast.

Standing in front, Liu Wei could feel the nervousness of the Yellow Turban soldiers, his eyes were fixed on the officers and soldiers who were advancing towards them, and he asked the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, "Has the injured brother withdrawn?" ”

"It's all gone." A Yellow Turban soldier standing behind turned his head to look in the direction of Taniguchi, and saw that there was no living person in the valley behind him except for a dead body, so he replied to Liu's defense.

Knowing that the wounded soldiers had withdrawn, Liu Wei lowered his voice and said to the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him: "Brothers, don't be afraid, I will wait upwind, the wind in the valley is much stronger than outside, and the arrows will not be able to shoot us before the officers and soldiers advance to within forty steps." I waited and slowly stepped back, buying some time for my wounded brother. When the officers and men approached forty paces, everyone ran after me, and they were heavily equipped and would certainly not be able to catch up with us. ”