The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

There is no way, for this "boss" who just made a show of power not long ago, after witnessing his wrist, Xiaobing couldn't help but tremble with fear.

Before, this ruthless man who turned into a tireless killing machine, slaughtered their companions frantically at a terrifying killing speed.

In his eyes, no, it should be said in the hearts of their two hundred Xiliang soldiers who survived.

The image of Gao Zhi is the same, invincible, majestic, and eternal!

Just like the Demon God of Slaughter who came out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood in his incarnation, he is a symbol of death, he conquers everything and destroys everything with killing.

The powerful strength displayed by this man deeply shocked all the Xiliang soldiers nearby.

"Say." Gao Zhi came back to his senses, coughed dryly, and said coldly.

"Report to the general, our army's scouts have spotted the movement of the Baibo Yellow Turban Han Siam tribe three kilometers away." The Xiliang soldier clasped his hands together, lowered his head and replied respectfully.

"Okay, you go down and order the battalions to rectify and prepare to set off at any time. At the same time, call General Niu Mang to come and say that I have something to do with him."

Gao Zhi thought for a while, then snorted coldly, his eyes returned to the cold and ruthless state, his whole body exuded a strong killing intent, as if an invisible force of thought was released from the invisible.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, when Gao Zhi spoke, his tone seemed so cold.

His eyes were indifferent, with a bloodthirsty glint shining in his pupils, as if he was always ready to kill every prey he set his sights on.

The scout, just when he raised his head to respond, met his eyes.

Looking at Gao Zhi's cold and ruthless eyes, the scout from Xiliang was terrified, wishing for the torment that lasted like a year, and hurried away.

It wasn't that the Xiliang soldiers were cowardly, it was because Gao Zhi's power just created was too compelling.

The scene of hell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood was also deeply shocking, that rough man Niu Mang.

He who was called back in a hurry, looked down from the slope, his face gradually became serious, even a little shocked.

Although he didn't witness the battle at that time with his own eyes, he could imagine Gao Zhi's destructive ability from the "wreckage" of the battlefield that had not been cleaned.

You know, before this, he had only seen such crazy and cruel scenes on the body of the protagonist Dong Zhuo.

"General." With a grin, the rough mine man walked up to him.

"Well, how is it? What is the loss of our troops in this battle?" Seeing that it was Niu Mang, Gao Zhi's expression softened a little, and he asked.

"710 people were lost in battle, more than 800 horses were lost, and [-] enemies were destroyed." Niu Mang grinned, and added, "Oh, by the way, to be precise, more than [-] people have been lost in battle now... ".

"..."

Regarding Niu Mang's last knife, Gao Zhi rolled his eyes speechlessly.

However, Gao Zhi himself has the thoughts of future generations. Although he understands and follows the concept of superiority and inferiority in this era very well, he doesn't mind Niu Mang's jumping off like this. ?

800 people died, which is a drizzle for an army of 1 people.

But for the cavalry, it is definitely not a small loss.

After all, some small princes in the south can't even gather 800 cavalry!

But at this moment, what Gao Zhi cared about was not the dead, but the injured.

After all, there is no cure for him now.

"What about the wounded?" Gao Zhi asked as calmly as possible.

"More than 300 people were injured, all of them were minor injuries, and the more serious ones had excessive blood loss. There were no serious injuries."

Hearing the news, Gao Zhi's complexion improved a lot.

"Okay, arrange the wounded in the rear battalion and gather the front army. We are going to go first."

"promise!"

...

soon.

Gao Zhi took Niu Mang to the battlefield that had just been cleaned up.

The line of sight shifted slightly.

There, more than 4000 Xiliang iron cavalry and more than 5000 infantrymen stood neatly and solemnly in the strong wind with their helmets on and weapons in their hands.

"Where are the generals!"

"I am with you!"

Lifted up, the lowly soldiers let out an even fiercer roar.

Gao Zhi responded.

These Xiliang welding soldiers are all tall and well-muscled.He was much stronger than ordinary strong men.

Gao Zhi nodded.

These people, regardless of their personality flaws, were all strong and imposing, with a strong smell of blood all over their bodies.

These people were originally the elite among the elite who survived the battle and followed Dong Zhuo from Xiliang to the east and west stations.

Strictly speaking, they actually have discipline, they just need "high pressure" to exert pressure.

Now Gao Zhi is their "pressure," even though from beginning to end, Gao Zhi just stood on the sidelines and watched.

But even looking at it, I felt an incomparable awe of the battlefield.

The battlefield is undoubtedly the arena where the brave compete.Only those who are stronger will survive.

At this time, in front of what they considered to be the strongest, these Xiliang soldiers looked even more resolute.

On the blood-stained leather armor, there was a strong smell of blood, and a real murderous aura permeated their bodies.

Looking westward, Gao Zhi's eyes dimmed slightly.

That direction is where the soldiers who died on the battlefield were left here.

Gao Zhi knew that this was necessary.

Whether it's for him or for the soldiers.This battle is necessary, and they must adapt.

Because no one knows what will happen in the troubled times.

"Niu Mang." Gao Zhi looked at Niu Mang not far away.