Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

Bows and arrows in the sky, spears in the ground, all of a sudden, the yellow scarf thieves screamed, and the wails of the sky and the earth made people feel sad.

Zhou Cang swung his broadsword, pushed aside a few sharp arrows, looked at the howling yellow turban bandits, and then at the open city gate in the distance, for fear that Cao Jun would take the opportunity to kill his army.

Zhou Cang was about to order to retreat.

Sudden……

There was only the sound of marching drums coming from behind.

Zhou Cang looked back abruptly, only to see Zhang Yue on a horse, dressed in black, leading an army of tens of thousands with bright teeth.

At the front, there is a group of burly men wearing heavy armor, holding big knives, and wearing yellow scarves.

Yellow Turban Lux!

Thousands of yellow turban wrestlers chanted slogans wildly, with fanatical radiance in their eyes, and stepped on the drums as if they were dead.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian stands!"

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian stands!"

Young master, is this... a fight to the death?

Zhou Cang's eyes narrowed, and he watched the yellow turban wrestlers open the way ahead, and the underground spears pierced their soles. They continued to rush forward without frowning, as if nothing had happened.

As if... the spear didn't hurt the soles of his feet.

These are thousands of yellow turban warriors, looking at death like home, roaring wildly, the rest of the yellow turban thieves looked at this group of heavenly soldiers and generals in awe, consciously joined their team, and roared like crazy.

The yellow turban bandits, who were already in a mess and showed signs of retreating, came to kill them like a rainbow.

On the top of the city...

Cao Hong looked at the mighty Yellow Turban Bandits solemnly, knowing that a tough battle was coming.

Without fear of the spears on the ground, the yellow turban wrestler quickly rushed into the third ditch on the bloody soles of his feet.

The yellow turban thief behind stepped on the corpse of his companion, and rushed up with the same enthusiasm.

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves flooded the third trench in an instant.

"kill……"

With the sword in hand and down, the fearless charges collided heavily. Often Cao Jun slashed at the yellow turban wrestler, and the yellow turban wrestler didn't dodge at all, and just waved his hand back with a knife.

This kind of life-for-life play had a great impact on Cao Jun's psychology. He took a breath and looked at this group of ferocious and fanatical lunatics. For the first time, Cao Jun had the idea that he could not match them.

Too fierce!

"The power of faith is so powerful!"

Ning Rong also took a breath and muttered to himself.

"Don't be afraid of pain! Not afraid of life and death! Just fight for your faith! If there are tens of thousands of yellow scarf fighters, Gu Chengdan can be broken in a day!"

"Zi Lian, trenches are useless to them!" Shaking his head, Ning Rong said to Cao Hong.

"Um……"

Cao Hong pondered for a moment, looking at Cao Jun who was retreating steadily, and everyone with low morale, suddenly turned around and ordered: "Zhiyuan, help a certain enemy to watch the enemy's formation! Wait for the general to charge and kill!"

"son……"

Ning Rong just wanted to refuse, but seeing his serious expression, he swallowed back the words and nodded solemnly.

"it is good!"

Cao Hong took a few steps and ran down the tower with a Dapu knife. Ning Rong leaned forward and looked in the direction of the city gate, only to hear a few creaks and the sound of the door opening.

Cao Hong rode Jueying and led five hundred cavalry, shouting loudly and charging towards the yellow scarf warrior in the distance.

"kill!"

Cao Hong let out a loud roar, not talking nonsense, Heibeu exploded awe-inspiringly, and leaped forward, and the shadow under his crotch communicated with him, also leaped across the ditch.

drink!

A big knife weighing tens of kilograms was raised high, and the next moment, the whole person followed the knife and threw it out.

Smash Huashan!

Majestic and murderous!

"Wow!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, a burly yellow scarf wrestler knew that the knife would kill him, so he quickly set up his sword to block it.

when!

With a clang, the two swords crisscrossed!

Cao Hong struck in anger, with a huge force of hundreds of catties, he split open the big sword of the Yellow Turban Warrior. Pu Dao was unstoppable, without any intention of stopping, and cut the man in half from top to bottom.

wow...

Intestines, blood flowed all over the ground in an instant, the yellow turban wrestler was split in half, and the dead couldn't die anymore.

Hey!

The soldiers on both sides were startled by Cao Hong. Whether it was the Yellow Turban Bandit or Cao Jun, they were all scared back by Cao Hong's fierce and invincible posture.

"kill!"

Cao Hong ruthlessly swung his sword and killed the next yellow scarf warrior. The cavalry behind him saw how brave and invincible his general was, and his blood was constantly burning, so he swung his sword and killed him.

Although the yellow turban wrestler is not afraid of death, it is not impossible to die!

Even Zhou Cang is not an enemy of Cao Hong, let alone these soldiers.

The simple sword in Cao Hong's palm flew up and down, weighing tens of catties, like a goose feather in his hand, every time he struck out, he would take the life of a yellow scarf warrior, and the cavalry behind him immediately set off a bloody storm.

With the addition of Cao Hong, Cao Jun finally stabilized his mind, and began to slowly fight back against the Yellow Turbans. Knowing that the Yellow Turbans were hard to fight, four or five defenders desperately fell on them, hugged the bandits' limbs, and cut them off with all their strength. headache.

Behind you is your home, even if you die, you will have no regrets!

"General! I'm going!" the garrison yelled frantically, and died together with the Yellow Turban Bandits.

"Second son! Let's kill! Killing one is enough money, we can earn money by killing two!" One person roared miserably, looked in the direction of Gucheng with nostalgia, hugged the yellow scarf thief's legs suddenly, and threw him down On the ground, without a weapon, he gritted his teeth fiercely.