Just when Yan Liang was at a loss and the soldiers were being killed like lambs, Zhang He, holding a silver spear and calm eyes, suddenly seized the opportunity with hundreds of cavalrymen, and with a sharp aura, from behind the crossbowmen, like a poisonous snake spitting out cores in the dark. With the terrible impact of the cavalry, instantly, when the crossbowmen did not react, he instantly knocked away the shield soldiers blocking the front. He saw a wave of people turning over and the formation was immediately broken.

"Kill the Crossbow Soldier" Zhang He knew very well that as long as the crossbow soldiers died, they would first enter the camp and could not stop the impact of the cavalry. The soldiers who followed him immediately rushed towards the crossbow soldiers. Because the crossbow soldiers held bows and crossbows, they had no power to resist at all in the face of the cavalry. In just a short while, they would suffer heavy casualties. This was the helplessness of fighting alone.

"Zhang He" saw this scene, the general holding a mace was immediately angry, and he squeezed his horse's belly hard and rushed towards Zhang He with a momentum!

"Qu Yong!" Zhang He's eyes narrowed, he pulled his horse's head, and immediately the horse galloped like the wind, facing the battle, and the two sides met in an instant.

Qu Yong held up his mace and roared and slashed down hard. Zhang He held a spear in his calm expression and immediately struck the mace away, making a huge collision sound.

Both sides began to urge the war horses to run back and forth. Zhang He danced his silver spear like a long dragon, and his tigers were powerful. Qu Yong's mace was not weak at all, like a black cloud, covering the sky. When the war horses of both sides rushed by, a deafening golden spear sounded.

The two fought for five rounds in a very severe period of time, and there was no victory or defeat. It has to be said that Qu Yong's force and strength were really extraordinary.

"Qu Yong, surrender, I will plead like the lord," Zhang He persuaded a little unbearable.

"Haha, Master Yuan Shaoyong, my general is so loyal that he has laid a foundation in the north for him. He has gone all the birds and kept their bows. Do you think I will believe him," Qu Yong laughed loudly.

Zhang He's eyes gradually became sharper and he said coldly: "Then don't blame someone."

The war horse galloped again, and Zhang He and Qu Yong fought again. This time it was obvious that Zhang He began to act seriously. The silver spear seemed to have a life in his hand, like a silver rainbow, shining with the night sky. It was not only amazingly powerful, but also strange and unpredictable. Qu Yong gradually couldn't resist it, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

About the tenth round, Qu Yong's mace was lifted away by Zhang He shaking his spear, and then the silver spear was poked up like a phantom like a illusion.

Qu Yong's face was shocked. At this critical moment, there was a flash of blood. Although Qu Yong avoided the fatal blow, his left shoulder was pierced by Zhang He's spear.

Qu Yong gritted his teeth in pain, looked at Zhang He who was murderous intent in front of him, and suddenly grabbed the spear that was about to turn back with his left hand, and his eyes showed a look of death, and he smashed Zhang He's head with a mace.

Zhang He frowned, quickly dodged, retracted his spear and brought up a bloody cavity. Then he swept across the thousand troops and hit Qu Yong's waist. The terrible force directly pulled him to the ground.

Qu Yong immediately flowed blood from his mouth, covering the gunshot wound on his chest, and looked at Zhang He with hatred, "Zhang He, General has misread it!!"

Zhang He was shocked, and looked at the camp who was being massacred around him, and quickly shouted: "Those who surrender will not be killed, and those who surrender will not be killed."

"Kill, kill, kill them all." However, at this time, Yan Liang had already rushed over. Such damage made him extremely angry. Yan Liang's status was much higher than Zhang He. Suddenly, the soldiers killed fiercely again. Ten times the strength of the troops caused the soldiers who had lost their formation to die tragically on the spot.

Although they were still extremely brave at this time, the huge gap made everything futile.

"Yan Liang" Qu Yong picked up the mace again, stood up with difficulty, and gritted his teeth and rushed towards Yan Liang.

Yan Liang smiled coldly, "If you don't have it, go to camp first, what are you?"

The long sword in his hand suddenly flashed with a cold light, which turned into a fan-shaped surface, with a rolling airflow, and extremely terrifying power. It instantly slashed the mace away. Then, with a flat wave, a huge head flew into the sky, and a splatter of blood stuck to Yan Liang's black armor, giving him a more ferocious smell.

Two moves, just two moves, Qu Yong, who was able to fight Zhang He just now, was killed immediately. Perhaps there was also the reason why he was seriously injured, but it also showed Yan Liang's absolute strength. The title of the most powerful general in the north was definitely not a false reputation.

"General Yan Liang" saw this scene and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Haha, Ye Yi, you did a good job, don't worry about it next, I will ask for merit for you." After Yan Liang finished speaking with a smile, he immediately stepped forward and killed him. Just a mere Qu Yong was not enough. He had been holding back for a long time, and he had a peerless force, but was indeed restrained by the crossbow. At this time, he killed a lot.

Yan Liang waved his long sword again, and a light suddenly rose. The four soldiers who rushed over from the camp did not react and were killed and were killed.

"What did we do wrong, why did we do this to us?"

When he saw a soldier who first entered the camp pierced his chest by three soldiers and made his final shout, Zhang He trembled all over, his face unbearable, and he closed his eyes in shame. These are all the elites from the north! What is the significance of such a victory, and what is the significance of it!

At this moment, on a mountain not far from the barracks, two young generals were hiding in a dense forest, looking at the massacre and wailings in the barracks. One of the men with a scar on his forehead immediately wanted to rush out, but was held tightly by the other person beside him, and tears also appeared in his eyes.

"Brother, let me go, I'll fight with them."

"Hold on, hold on, forget the words of the adopted father? If we die, the first camp will disappear completely. We have to go to the second son. He once mentioned the adoptive father. Only he can protect us, and only he can restore his reputation for the first camp."

"He is Yuan Shao's son, how could he help us?"

"You must believe in the adoptive father"

"I will no longer trust any Yuan family members, I will kill them all."

In addition to this place, behind a huge rock in the distance, a soldier with a mask showed surprise and regret in his eyes, and his fists clenched, "Are you crazy? Why not break through, don't break through!"

After the war lasted half a stick of incense, all the soldiers who entered the camp were killed, and none of them survived. The corpses on the ground were shocking and compassionate.

"Haha, give me a fire," Yan Liang laughed happily.

"No" At this time, Zhang He rushed out and said with a sad expression: "Even if they are planning a rebellion, they have made countless contributions to our great cause in the north and should be buried well."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Yan Liang's eyes, but when he remembered Zhang He's contribution just now, he snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "Then let it be left to you! I don't have this time to spend on these rebels."

After saying that, he immediately left with a group of soldiers. Zhang He looked at the corpses everywhere, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Have they really rebelled?

"General" a captain came over.

"Burn all well. Those who have damaged bodies must be pieced together," Zhang He ordered seriously.

"No!!" After responding, the captain immediately took a group of people to restrain the body.

The next morning, the warm sun rose, and Jinhua was everywhere. On a low mountain, there were small earth buns, stretching endlessly. There were fast wooden signs inserted on it, but the name was not written on it. A sad and unwilling aura spread.

Last night, the two young generals who watched the complete massacre process knelt on the low mountain with tears on their faces and kowtowed a few times.

"Brother, my adoptive father once said that Yuan Shao's next opponent must be Cao Cao. I want to go to Xudu and reorganize first to enter the camp." A young man with a scar on his forehead and his eyes filled with endless hatred, said firmly.

"Filial brother, don't be impulsive. How could Cao Cao be Yuan Shao's opponent? You can't avenge even if you go." Another man, who was obviously much calmer and older, quickly persuaded him.

"I don't care. I will never serve the Yuan family in my life. Whether it is Yuan Shao or Yuan Xi, I swear to avenge this bloody revenge for my adoptive father and the first to Dengying Camp. Brother, don't follow me. If I lose, everything will be up to you." The scared man stood up suddenly, and finally glanced at the earthbow in front of him, and then turned around and left directly.

"Filial piety" The kneeling man looked at the leaving figure, tears appeared in his eyes, and he shouted sadly.
Chapter completed!