Long live the call of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 38 Yellow Turban Warlock!

"My God, how is this possible!"

Seeing that the yellow scarf general in front of him was shot to death by the Han general, Deng Tong was so surprised that the sword in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Only then did he realize that there were more and more Han troops around him, and the soldiers on his side began to be defeated.

At the beginning of the chariot, the yellow turban can be caught by surprise, but when the yellow turban reacts, all kinds of obstacles and woods are moved out, and the chariot is difficult to play a role.

In addition, there were too many Yellow Turbans, and the bodies of the chariots that had collided with them in the early stage piled up like roadblocks, making it difficult for the chariots to rush in.

"Shoot people first, shoot horses, capture thieves first, and capture the king first. Dian Wei, come with me and attack Deng Tong's army!" Liu Ye shouted.

"Yes!" Dian Wei laughed with bloodthirsty eyes.

"kill!"

Dian Wei's roar was the first to sound out.

Liu Ye took the lead, jumped off the chariot, and then hacked all the way with machetes in both hands.

At this time, Liu Ye, although his force value was only over 70 points, his combat power far surpassed that of ordinary yellow scarf soldiers, at least at the level of a captain, plus he possessed two summoner skills, and beside him was Dian Wei. The tiger was there, and although the yellow scarf soldiers wanted to kill Liu Ye, they couldn't get close.

But Liu Ye still rushed forward like a wolf.

"drink!"

Shouting loudly, Liu Ye secretly used his summoner skill, Lion's Roar.

On the battlefield, shouting loudly can release one's potential to the greatest extent, and can also relieve tension, but Liu Ye's roar, like thunder, stunned the surrounding enemies for a short time. In this short moment, Liu Ye His broadsword has been able to cut on the enemy.

The soldiers of the Han army on the left and right saw that the general was so desperate, so they redoubled their efforts, cheered up their spirits, and crazily charged at the yellow scarf.

"Drink!"

Liu Ye cut down a yellow scarf soldier with a single knife, and his cheeks were blood red from the blood of the enemy. He trembled in his heart, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Buzz!"

In the body, there is a feeling of hunger and thirst, a kind of power, pulling Liu Ye's breath, constantly eating the flesh and blood around him, and slowly merging into his own body.

"Nine-turn star formula?"

Liu Ye suddenly thought of this summoner skill.

Since he exchanged this summoner skill, he has not used it. On the battlefield today, Liu Ye suddenly felt that the nine-turn star art started to work.

The power of Qi and blood in the whole body is being replenished in exchange, constantly absorbing the surrounding Qi and blood to replenish its own abilities.

Although few, but Liu Ye can clearly feel that his spirit has been greatly improved.

Could it be that this skill can be advanced, but it needs to devour other people's blood?

Liu Ye nodded, it should be so.

At this moment, the earth suddenly made a loud noise.

"Boom!"

In the sky, a figure suddenly fell, like a flying dragon in the sky, this person carried a huge phantom in the air, like a meteor hitting the ground, the whole earth trembled, within a radius of ten feet when this person landed, They were all cracked like spider webs, and the dust was flying. The surrounding yellow turban soldiers were directly thrown upside down by the powerful air waves and shock waves, and many of them were directly trampled into flesh.

It was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded, and the whole battlefield could feel the tremor of the ground. Everyone felt a powerful force that shattered the ground. At the same time, an idea came to mind, what is this, so powerful, like a god Only?
The dust dissipated slowly, and a vigorous figure appeared in the middle of the landing. It was Pan Sen.

"Being able to die at my feet is a gift from God to them!"

Pan Sen proudly pulled out his spear, pointed at Deng Tong, and charged forward with a roar.

"Quick, where is the Hercules, stop Han Jiang for me!"

The leader of the Yellow Turban, Deng Tong, panicked.

The place where Pan Sen landed was the place where he stayed just now, about a mile away from the Han army. When Pan Sen jumped, it was so terrifying!
"Panson!?"

Liu Ye laughed loudly: "Left and right, follow Pan Sen to kill! Kill!"

The yellow turban soldiers turned pale with fright, and turned to escape one after another, while the Han army was in high spirits, shouting loudly, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Lishi, where is my Yellow Turban Lishi!" Deng Tong yelled hoarsely.

At this time, the hinterland of the Yellow Turban Central Army was rushed in by the Han army, and it was already in chaos.

This complex yellow turban army was finally collapsed by Pan Sen's big move at this moment.

The Han army is more valuable than its strength, the strength of the Han army lies in its unity, and its soldiers can be used by the generals.

As for Huangjin Dengtong, although there are 5 horses, 90.00% of them are forcibly coerced, so it is impossible to work together.

As Pan Sen landed his ultimate move, the people around him were frightened and fled, leaving only a few hundred yellow scarf warriors in strange costumes on the battlefield.

These people were wearing yellow war robes with spells drawn on their foreheads. Many of them were bare-chested, exposing their bare muscles. There were five hundred of them, all of whom were strong men. Under Deng Tong's shout, they came to Deng Tong's side .

"Yellow Turban Warriors are heavenly soldiers and generals invited by Tiangong General Zhang Jiao, and they will definitely be able to kill these Han troops!" Deng Tong rode his horse and hid behind these Yellow Turban Warriors, calming down.

"Lishi, kill that Han general Liu Ye for me!"

Deng Tong shouted loudly.

These yellow scarf warriors had red eyes, and the charms on their foreheads glowed faintly, and then exhaled white air from their mouths and noses, and slowly gathered together to form a square formation.

Many yellow turban wrestlers held swords, long halberds and other weapons in their hands. Only some of them in the middle were bare-handed, wearing Taoist robes and high crowns. They were guarded by yellow turban wrestlers on the left and right. General practice.

There are about ten of these Yellow Turban mages, and they are the core of the five hundred Yellow Turban warriors.

"Pfft!"

A Han soldier rushed over and slashed at the yellow scarf warrior.

Buzz!

Unexpectedly.A burst of yellow light burst out from the body of this yellow turban warrior, like a golden bell, covering his whole body, making it impossible for the Han soldiers' broadswords to cut through.

"Drink!"

On the contrary, the yellow turban soldier spewed a puff of white air from his mouth and nose, and cut the Han soldier in half with a single knife.

"Hmph, my five hundred yellow turban fighters are enough to withstand ten thousand Han troops!" Deng Tong felt proud.

"Beat the drum for me, and cheer up the Yellow Turban Warriors!" Deng Tong shouted.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Amidst the sound of the drums shaking the sky, the yellow-turban wrestlers blocked the momentum of the Han army like a pinning needle.

At this time, Galen, Xin Zhao, Mondo and others also rushed to Liu Ye's distance, and because Pan Sen was blocked by the yellow scarf warrior, he couldn't break through for a while, and everyone slowly gathered their soldiers and horses together.

"My lord, this yellow scarf can do black magic!"

Holding a pair of halberds, Dian Wei cut down a yellow scarf soldier with one blow, and shouted at Liu Ye.

"What sorcery, it's just heresy!" Liu Ye disagreed.

But these yellow turban wrestlers are indeed poisoned, and they can't be killed no matter what.

Liu Ye saw with his own eyes that Pan Sen's spear could not penetrate the body of the yellow scarf warrior.

These [-] yellow turban warriors are obviously very different from those motley warriors. Each of them has a strong body, their muscles are like rocks, and they are extremely hard. Moreover, they all have red spells painted on their foreheads, making them seem to be possessed by demons. Afraid of swords and fearless of death, Liu Ye looked carefully and found that the mental state of these yellow scarf warriors was extremely excited, their eyes were red, and white gas was sprayed from their mouths and noses. Whenever someone attacked, the charms on their foreheads would light up and glow red. Light enveloped them all.

"Could it be magic?" Liu Ye was a little surprised.

"System, what's going on with these yellow turban fighters?" Liu Ye asked the system.

"Dear, these yellow turban warriors are warriors of the Yellow Turban Sect. They use a short-term method to increase their defense power. This method has a time limit and relies heavily on the Yellow Turban Mage. You only need to attack the middle of them. Those Yellow Turban mages, this spell is naturally out of order!"

The system prompts.

"Yellow Turban Mage?"

Liu Ye observed carefully and saw the Yellow Turban mages among the five hundred Yellow Turban wrestlers.

"Pan Sen Galen, gather the heavy infantry and face the enemy head-on!" Liu Ye shouted.

At this time, the Yellow Turban soldiers launched a counterattack again, and Liu Ye's three thousand soldiers were gradually besieged by the Yellow Turbans, and surrounded in the middle.

(End of this chapter)