Chapter 188 Tragic

"Thieves can't be arrogant! Today, I, Guan Yunchang, will take your first level!"

At this time, Guan Yu sat down and the black dragon horse and hissed sadly. After helping Guan Yu walk for a long time, he finally tried his best to fall down. Guan Yu pedaled his saddle, jumped, and swept the Qinglong Yanyue knife in the air. When it landed, it was like a fierce cyan hurricane.

Before five or six yellow scarf wrestlers had time to react, they were killed by Guan Yu with knives. Guan Yu's eyes gathered fiercely, dragons and tigers, leaped and danced with knives. In the crazy killing, they rushed straight to Zhang Liang's position.

"Bird thief, you are in great disaster! Grandpa Zhang from your family is coming!"

At this time, Zhang Fei, who was on the left, rushed straight to the queue of the yellow scarf wrestler, hitting a crowd. He sat down on the horse and was immediately hammered by countless yellow scarf wrestlers. Zhang Fei stepped on the back of a horse and flew up, sweeping out a large amount of blood rain in the air.

It's horrible and bloody!

Immediately after that, compared with the more horrible Pan Feng, this person seemed to represent all the bloody incarnations in the world. The one hundred and eighty-mountain axe that seemed to cover half of the sky fell, the earth and stones flew, and the body exploded to death. Although Pan Feng's killing was not fast, it was extremely impactful.

He was like a thunderstorm in the sky. The huge axe in his hand turned into thunderstorms one after another, which was released crazily in the crowd of yellow scarf wrestlers, rolling up one piece after another of blood. The yellow scarf wrestlers around him were frightened and retreated one after another, and did not dare to touch the edge. The so-called tens of thousands of enemies, Pan Feng's performance at this moment is to surpass it!

"Black Wind Rider belongs to you! Charge with me!"

Wen Han is not as brave as Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and Pan Feng. He can't fight alone in the army, but he has a group of powerful imperial soldiers and horses. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the black wind, with the same pace. At the same time, he raised the sharp gun in his hand and rushed to the wall arranged by the yellow scarf.

The war horses are hissing, the cold blades pierce the bodies, and the black wind riding integrated with Wen Han, charging again and again. Countless guns and heavy hammers collided, and the sound of human and horse collision sounded violently in the battle.

This is an offensive and defensive battle of propulsion and obstruction. People are constantly shot and fall, or horses fall. There are yellow scarf wrestlers and black wind riders led by Wenhan.

Wen Han's throat was bleeding, and it was as hot as fire. At this time, he could not say a word. Even if he could say it, he would save energy. Because he will kill the enemy with his remaining strength.

Wen Han raised his gun again. There was no need for an order. The Black Wind Rider who had a heart with him knew Wen Han's idea. As Wen Han rode his horse again, the Black Wind Rider also moved at the same time. In fact, at this time, all their physical energy was hollowed out by this fierce and bloody fight.

Each of their muscles and bones is stinging and protesting. However, they used their tenacious will again and again to suppress the tingling and force out. Because their lord is still at war. Then they can't stop. They are bound to fight side by side with Wen Han until the last moment, regardless of victory or defeat!

numb and crazy, these court soldiers and horses seem to have lost their minds.

This is Zhang Liang's idea at this time. When he saw the black wind riding led by Wen Han charging again and again, these people were bruised and bleeding, and were already exhausted. Zhang Liang really didn't understand where their strength came from and made them insist on charging again and again.

The more Zhang Liang looked at it, the colder his spine became. In a moment, he had a feeling that he would die under these two crazy court soldiers and horses!

The fear in Zhang Liang's heart also seemed to infect the yellow scarf wrestlers under his command. One after another, many yellow scarf wrestlers began to retreat. Even if they knew that they had a great advantage in the number of people, they looked at the people in front of them and died so tragically. The speed of the people in the rear is getting slower and slower, and they can't help retreating.

Guan Yu noticed their retreat. At present, he increased his momentum and roared, and his jujube red face was more majestic under the rendering of blood. His roar scared the row of yellow scarf wrestlers backwards. Guan Yu rushed in the battle, getting closer and closer to Zhang Liang's position!

"Mix it~~! Account!!! Stop this person! Hold on!!! Who can kill this red-faced man? I'll reward him with a daughter!!"

At this moment, Zhang Liang felt that he would die, which became more and more intense. He didn't even hesitate to inspire his subordinates, but he just finished his words.

There was another bang on the other side.

"Hahaha! The bird thief washed and dried the neck of Grandpa Zhang's family! In half a quarter of an hour, I, Zhang Yide, will take your life!"

Zhang Fei's voice was loud and shocking, as if he was urging his life. Zhang Liang was shocked again when he heard it, and his three souls and six souls flew away. He is not a timid person, but these people, whether they are generals or soldiers, are really rare crazy in the world!

Bang bang bang!

And Pan Feng, who was not far behind Zhang Fei, was expressionless and cold as if he was covered with a layer of frost. He didn't say anything, but used his horrible and terrible axe to express his murderous intention to Zhang Liang!

Escape? Do you want to escape? Can you escape?"

Almost in an instant, these three thoughts came up in Zhang Liang's mind. His heart pounded and he couldn't help turning back. The only hope was that the fluttering red flag told him to stop at this time!

Zhang Jiao on the high platform, from the original murderous intention to the later horror, to the current dullness. I can't believe it. He really can't believe the situation in front of him.

Two soldiers and horses of less than 3,000 people were able to kill the back battle in the crowd everywhere, and then almost killed Zhang Liang's side under the obstruction of 10,000 yellow scarf wrestlers.

What kind of soldiers and horses are these?

Zhang Jiao's eyes are about to fall from his eyes. Today's battle is a head-on battle. What you fight is fierce, not afraid of death, persevere!

And this is another huge battle between the two sides with nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses. Once one party can't hold on and retreats first, it is unacceptable to accept the painful loss. Whether it is Zhang Jiao or Lu Zhi.

However, Zhang Liang is in danger during this period. If he does not retreat, Zhang Liang will die. As the leading general, Zhang Liang will be in chaos as soon as he dies. Originally, the confrontation between the two sides will also turn around, and the imperial army will definitely seize this opportunity to finalize the victory.

That is to say, it is no longer a matter of whether Zhang Liang is guaranteed or not. The moment the Yellow Turban Army rushed from the two court soldiers to the rear, the defeat was settled.

Zhang Jiao had to admit that he lost and lost a critical battle! Zhang Jiao was very unwilling. In fact, his army and horses have the advantage of the number of people and have always had the upper hand.

But he lost in the end. He lost two iron-blooded horses that could rush to the back with a crazy will from the enemy everywhere. He lost. There is no peerless general like Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and Pan Feng who can shock his military heart, feel his military soul, and shake the courage of the enemy!

In an instant, Zhang Jiao sighed a lot. As if he had lost his soul, he shook the red flag in his hand.

"Withdraw! Withdraw immediately!"

Zhang Liang had been waiting for the order to retreat for a long time. When he saw the red flag of Gaotai swing, he immediately threw up his horse whip and ran back. With the withdrawal order issued by Zhang Liang, the yellow scarf wrestler, who had been fighting with the last string, suddenly lost his will to fight, and left his weapons and fled everywhere!

And the Yellow Turban Army, which was fighting with the large army in front of them, saw the crowds of people in the rear, sweeping back like a low tide. They were already exhausted and did not even have the strength to escape. They knelt down one after another, threw down their weapons in their hands, raised their heads high, and shouted to surrender.

"Win? I'll wait to win!!!!"

Some court soldiers and horses around the scene were unbelievable. They, who were still at a disadvantage, thought that today's battle would last for a long time. The two sides tried their best to determine the final victory. What they didn't expect was that there would be a turnaround in the field, and when they were about to use up their last strength, they finalized the victory.

Some court soldiers and horses, looking at the only remaining robes around them, were moved for a moment, but they hugged each other and cried bitterly.

The corpses everywhere make the wind bloody.

Lu Zhi's white hair, beard and armor were dyed red. He held the sharp sword in his hand high, which was very strong, and launched a pursuit order. Next, there will be no more enemy soldiers in the war of resistance, which is a one-sided massacre.

The soldiers and horses in the court were magnificent. After swarming and covering up the fleeing enemy, the court army and horses plunged into the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army's fleeing like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

The Yellow Turban Thief Army was defeated like a mountain.

It seems that the only thing left in the field is the shouting of killing and screaming. The yellow scarf thieves threw away their armor and experienced a fierce and long battle. They couldn't run fast.

And the court soldiers and horses also almost exhausted all their physical strength, but at this time, their morale was so high that they were forced to exert their strength, picked up the butcher's knife in their hands, and inserted them behind the yellow scarf deserters.

Zhang Liang, who was running for his life, saw that Guan Yu was still closely following him. The two brave tiger generals, Zhang Fei and Pan Feng, were also chasing him. At the same time, Wen Han also gathered the soldiers and horses led by Zhang Fei and Pan Feng, and quickly chased him with the black wind.

Zhang Liang seemed to clearly see that black and white impermanence was waving his hand, and he quickly raised his voice and shouted to the 30,000 archers behind him.

"shoot!! No need to worry about it! Shoot the arrow!!!"