Everyone in Zhang Fan's army went crazy, the shield infantry team paid the price of their lives to protect them, and even after death, they still stand, it was this purest and deepest passion in their hearts that inspired them, and everyone forgot about it, and there was only one thought in their minds: revenge! Avenge the brothers and comrades who died in battle!

"Assault of the whole army!" Zhang Fan roared, his anger was already burning, the Sky Wolf War Bow was opening and closing, and one after another Yellow Turban players fell, and their souls fell into hell.

Meng Qing was already angry, he explained a few words, drew his blade and stepped forward, his combat ability is actually not very good, far inferior to Yanyang Tiebi and others, but it is still a lot stronger than ordinary players, after all, he is already a full level 30, and his strength can reach 60 points, and he will never lose to anyone in terms of attack power!

Qin Yao followed closely behind Zhang Fan, fifteen dancing girls in the wind where the Fang Cai Shield infantry died, they were already in tears, their dresses were fluttering in the wind, the pale red light was shining, indescribably poignant, the war drums sounded in an instant, dull and powerful, the morale of the army in front had reached the breaking point, the blades were waving, and the blood was burning!

Rush to kill! Rush to kill!

Running at the forefront is no longer the shield infantry, but the mad sword dead! They have the most powerful melee attacks, and they are not afraid of death, completely using a lose-lose style of play, which immediately set off a bloody storm in the crowd.

This is a truly violent and bloody feast, the archers are completely under the command of Zhang Fan, listening to his orders, the arrows are flying, and even the heavens and the earth tremble!

Feather arrows fell, and corpses were dead all over the place! The Blade Dead Soldier slammed into the sky, the blade fell, and blood splattered!

Rush! Rush! Rush!

Pain and death have no meaning, everyone is red-eyed, killing madness, at this time the difference between the soldier and the player is reflected, it is equivalent to human beings facing fierce beasts, although people have the strength to defeat or even kill fierce beasts, but at this moment the fierce beasts are extremely fierce, making people daunting, which makes few people have the courage to attack.

Rush to kill! Rain of arrows! Rush to kill! Rain of arrows!

This is the rhythm of death, it is a beautiful dance step, both sides have their own people killed, the yellow turban players have no way to retreat, and finally bottomed out, the two sides come and go, there is blood and water splashing to the sky between the sword light and sword shadows, this is the battlefield, the ruthless battlefield!

Once the players counterattack, their strength is also extremely terrifying, the archers cannot be suppressed without interruption, hard battles are inevitable, the mad sword dead soldiers are soon killed and wounded, these soldiers trained by senior sword and axe hands are Meng Qing's trump card main force, they bloomed in this battle, but they also could not escape the fall.

Casualties on the battlefield are inevitable, if one person falls, more people will rush up, and under the long-range suppression of the archer troops, this battle is actually dominated by Zhang Fan's side, which is really surprising.

The battle situation is extremely tragic, the mad knife dead soldiers exchanged their own deaths for the lives of 10,000 yellow turban players, and now there are about 10,000 yellow turban players left in the field, their individual strength is extremely strong, but they were strangled by the crazy Zhang Fan army from all around, without mercy and unreasonableness!

All the soldiers are fighting with their lives, Yang Lin, Sun Li and Liu Yi and other generals are rushing to the forefront, their force is only slightly higher than the Yellow Turban players, but they seem to be extremely brave, they are rushing to kill few people can stop, bear most of the pressure, Sun Li's body has been injured, his left arm was pierced by a spear, and blood is dripping down at the moment, but he doesn't care at all, the offensive is more ferocious, and the injured beast is the most terrible and the strongest!

Meng Qing was slashing with a long knife, his weapon was sharp-level equipment, which directly increased his force to seventy points, and there was also a chance to trigger special effects in the attack, emitting several silver rays of light to attack the surrounding enemies, these silver lights were extremely powerful, each of them could kill an enemy, and the results were impressive.

He roamed the edge of the battlefield, resisting attacks for his soldiers, looking for opportunities to launch counterattacks, and the results were also excellent, effectively reducing casualties.

Zhang Fan's two arrows struck one after another, wanton harvesting, and the silent sadness finally spoke, and he said to Zhang Fan: "The wind ...... Checkmate! Can you be my master and teach me how to use a bow and arrow? I want to do my part, too! ”

Zhang Fan glanced at him with some surprise: "Aren't you an entertainment player?" ”

The silent sadness smiled, the light in his eyes could not be concealed, he did have the intention of playing casually, but in the past few days, he has followed Zhang Fan's side and witnessed one thrilling battle after another, and the desire and blood in his heart have been fully hooked, which is why he has the above thoughts.

Seeing the resoluteness in the silent sad eyes, Zhang Fan patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Do you want to be a military general?" If you want to be a military general, you can learn from Zhao Yun, or you can learn from Yan Liangwen, I am far inferior to a few of them! ”

The silent sadness was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "I don't want to be those generals who charge into battle in the real sense, I just want to learn archery, if I can, I want to be by your side from time to time, although my strength is not good, but it will be more or less helpful, at least I can help you publicize!" ”

"Okay!"

Zhang Fan thought about it for a while, and immediately agreed, this is not a bad thing, and he is happy to do so.

took out a pair of bows and arrows and handed them to the silent sorrow, Zhang Fan explained to him the things that need to be paid attention to, the silent sorrow is very talented, and he will soon be able to shoot a bow and arrows, although the accuracy is not very good, but he can also support the battlefield and do his part.

This is just a small episode, the battle at this time has already entered the white heat, Zhang Fan's army is frantically attacking, trying to solve the battle as much as possible, Zhang Fan does not want to delay time, if he waits until the skills of the Yellow Turban Warlock are restored, maybe the battle situation will change again.

There are only seven or eight thousand people left in the team of Yellow Turban players, and these people's combat effectiveness is also the strongest, and they have long been disregarded, at most they are just dying, and they can enter the game in a day, what's the big deal?

With this kind of thought, the combat power they burst out can be imagined, the defensive power of the shield infantry is far from enough to resist their attacks, Wang Xiaoxiao's Bailian Gang Shield is already scarred, and now it has finally been shattered by someone with a knife, if it is not for the dodge in time, he may also die with Huangquan.

"NPC creeps, what's the big deal? I can muster dozens of pawns like you anytime, anywhere! Give you a chance to follow me, or die! A Yellow Turban player stood fearlessly in front of Wang Xiaoxiao, and in his opinion, a shield infantry who had lost his shield did not pose the slightest threat, just like a three-year-old child.

Wang Xiaoxiao had already red eyes, he was one of the few remaining shield infantrymen, most of his comrades had already died, how could he listen to what the enemy said now? Anger instantly surged into his heart, he shook the remnant shield in his hand, bent down to pick up the blade on the ground, and rushed forward with a roar.

His state is too crazy, the blade in his hand is swinging around without discipline, this is a completely fatal way to play, although the yellow turban player is extremely powerful, but he also panicked for a while, and was actually slashed in the neck by Wang Xiaoxiao, unwilling to fall to the ground, and died in the hands of an NPC soldier he looked down on extremely.

The horizontal ones are afraid of the flute, and the one who is afraid of the flute is not dead! Can a stick still kill a master, let alone a well-trained soldier?

Everyone went crazy, the shield infantry no longer defended, all picked up the blades and threw themselves into the front line of battle, blood flowed into a river, they fought with their lives, and exchanged their lives for the final victory!

Soon after the Yellow Turban Warlock who tried to escape died tragically under Zhang Fan's arrows, all the Yellow Turban players were also ambushed, and the corpses were piled up all over the altar, staining the place into a blood-red, yin wind, and infinite gloom.

50,000 troops, more than 20,000 people are still left, more than half of the casualties indicate the difficulty and tragedy of this battle, the surviving soldiers all looked up at the sky, tears flashed in the silent roar, brothers who died in battle, I avenge you! Rest in peace!

The scene was extremely silent, Zhang Fan sighed, regretful and gratified, he knew that the soldiers who were baptized were becoming stronger, this has nothing to do with force, but about the heart, about the cohesion of the team, this kind of thing is called the soul of the army!

An army with a soul is an invincible army! Everywhere you go, you can be compared to the ace army, and it is extremely powerful!

Zhang Yan would never have dreamed that the army he hoped for would be wiped out as soon as possible, and he also helped Zhang Fan's army complete the transformation and sublimation in disguise, I don't know if he was unlucky or Zhang Fan's luck was too good, Zhang Fan's four-way army attacked here any way is extremely difficult, and even has to pay a lot of price, in comparison, it is Zhang Fan's headquarters that has the greatest chance of winning, and the violent archer army is not a joke!

It can be said that if there is no long-range support from archers in this battle, although Zhang Fan may also win the final victory, the casualties will be much greater, after all, the strength of the players is far beyond that of ordinary soldiers, all of them can save zài with one enemy and ten, and if they attack and kill head-on, no number of people are enough for them to kill.

Of course, it is in vain to say anything now, the army of fierce Yellow Turban players has become a corpse, and the result is already doomed, and there is no room for change.

Zhang Fan ordered the destruction of the altar and the confiscation of the loot as soon as possible, the players were all very rich, and there was a chance to leave a money bag on their bodies after death, of course, weapons and armor would definitely be left behind, most of these are exquisite grade good things, which can be used to equip the army and further enhance their combat capabilities.

As a result, the southern altar became the first altar to be breached and destroyed, and the defenders, including the Yellow Turban Warlocks, were all wiped out, and not a single one of them survived!

After the altar was destroyed, the wind in the canyon dropped a lot, and with the ability of the hot sun, he should be able to lead the cavalry to advance slowly, Zhang Fan did not stop any longer, and immediately led the army to run elsewhere, and the battle was far from over!