Black Panther Yicong looked excited, raised his weapons, and yelled hard: "Kill...ah..."

Hengji, the two-tone troops of Yingtong are on the right, Jade and Beard are on the left, and the two-tone troops of the Black Panther are Yan Wuwei's large troops.

More than nine thousand people were like ghosts that suddenly surged out of the forest, covering the sky and the earth, covering the entire hill. They were like black tigers, rushing out of the cage that bound them, roaring and roaring all the way, opening their bloody mouths, biting the prey that fled around, trembling and trembling.

More than 9,000 people shouted in unison: "Kill...ah..."

The sound of galloping horse hooves, thunder-like roars, and the horns of excitement formed a huge wave of sound that was as real as the sound. It was like a hurricane whirling on the water, raising a huge wave of thousands of feet, and then smashing hard onto the ground.

A loud noise, a shocking sound.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were extremely frightened.

All they saw were murderous cavalry, bright weapons, and war horses sweeping like strong winds; they felt the violent vibrations from the ground; the sound of killing and roar filled their ears, and they could no longer hear any other sounds.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense and suffocating, which made people unable to breathe. The strong breath of death tightly wrapped around the hearts of every soldier.

Amid a series of loud noises and amid the earth-shaking killings, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army finally collapsed.

There was another loud noise, a terrifying scream, a heart-wrenching scream, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were like hornets' nests being stabbed open, and 20,000 soldiers were instantly split.

It was like a huge rock being thrown into the turbulent river surface, splashing thousands of waves and bursting out countless splashes of water.

I have never contacted it, and it has already scattered birds and beasts.

Zhang Baiqi wanted to rush forward to the enemy, but was unable to move forward by the crazy deserters. Then he was surrounded by deserters and fled like a lifeless person. He couldn't even tell the difference between the south, south, west and north, and just ran wildly.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were physically and mentally exhausted. Although they tried their best to escape, their legs were as if they were not their own. There were countless people who fell and fell. They fell and got up and ran, and then fell again. Before they could see blood on the battlefield, they could see the soldiers who were trampled to death.

Li Hong felt ache in his heart.

He saw a gray-haired veteran, like Tian Chong, who never stood up after falling down. Thousands of feet escaping from his body without mercy.

"Kill..." Yan Liang roared wildly, and swung the tiger-headed sword, with one knife and two lives. Two bodies that had lost their heads were still running desperately. Although the blood was sprayed, the speed did not decrease. It was not until it was hit by the angry horse that was later caught up and fell heavily into dust.

Li Hong saw the dead veteran. The veteran's face was trampled to death and was no longer human.

Li Hong kicked the horse's belly violently. The black panther neighed, jumped high from the veteran's body and jumped past.

The soldiers of the Black Panther Yicheng all surpassed Li Hong. The sword was yelling in their hands, the spear cheered in the air, the long arrows tear the air and made a gloomy roar. The pieces of Yellow Turban soldiers fell to the ground like cut straw.

Arc Ding and Qi Chen were closely guarding Li Hong's side on the left and right, while Yan Liang had lost his trace. He was leading the guard, and the Black Panther Yi Cong was at the forefront.

The cavalry soldiers from the left and right directions had already rushed into the battlefield and were advancing from the enemy's wings, launching fierce pursuit.

The soldiers of the front Qu on the left wing jade, and the soldiers of the Houqu Xianbei on the right wing shot Yingtong on the right wing rushed into the enemy formation, and then spread out and killed the enemies blocking the road. The bearded Zuoqu cavalry and Hengji's Youqu Wuwan cavalry pursued the direction of the Yellow Turban Army's escape, intending to surpass the fugitive soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, blocking the enemy, and completely annihilated them.

Li Hong saw that the Yellow Turban soldiers who had no way to heaven and had no way to enter the ground were screaming and crying on the battlefield, running helplessly and aimlessly.

He suddenly remembered the Du Kangting battlefield. He seemed to see that the enemy soldiers in front of him were killed by his subordinates, all lying on the bloody battlefield.

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, order the enemy to surrender, order them to surrender..."

Li Hong turned around and shouted at the horn soldiers behind him.

"Order Beard, Hengsheng, accelerate, accelerate immediately, and encircle the enemy."

"Order Yu Shi, Sho Yingtong, don't deal with the enemy, and do your best to interweave and divide the enemy."

“Fearless…”

Yan Wuwei led the last contact field of the Central Army Corps. The soldiers of the sequel were fanning and preparing to sweep the battlefield. He happened to rush past Li Hong and was stopped by Li Hong.

"grown ups……"

"Fearless, you lead your troops to rush directly to the end of the enemy formation, and order the soldiers of each station to be surrendered as much as possible, and reward according to the number of prisoners." Li Hong shouted anxiously.

"grown ups……"

"Don't kill again, they are just a group of deserters." Li Hong roared when hesitated Yan.

"Order Black Panther Yisong to give way to Zhongqu, hurry, hurry!"

Yan Wuwei saw that Li Hong was angry and did not dare to neglect him. He turned around and shouted:

"Brothers, let me kill...ah..."

On the battlefield, the left-wing cavalry and the right-wing cavalry on the right-wing heard the sound of horns and suddenly accelerated. They were like two long whistling arrows, running wildly at a speed close to the limit of the war horse.

The fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers also saw that the official army was moving at high speed on their wings, trying to encircle them. Everyone shouted to each other and accelerated the speed of their escape. Zhang Baiqi led a group of attendants, a personal guard, and a dozen officers riding horses, a total of more than 100 cavalry, forming the arrows of deserters.

The three sharp arrows immediately started to compete, and everyone refused to give in to each other, shouting louder and louder.

The horse whip on the rider Zhang Bai whipped the horse's buttocks hard, and almost all his upper body lay on the horse's back.

Quick, hurry, break out of the siege and take back a life.

Lu Huanyang and his fists gathered a group of archers in the cavalry team on both sides. At the high-speed horse, he drew his bow and shot the arrow, ready to shoot.

The Yellow Turban Army's infantry had been thrown four or five hundred steps later.

The cavalry soldiers on the left and right sides began to move closer to the middle and the encirclement began.

The Yushi tribe and the She Yingtong tribe who were in charge of interspersed, did not dare to disobey the military orders, and immediately ordered their subordinates not to tangle and fight too much, and to complete the task of horizontally dividing the enemy troops first.

The horn urging enemy soldiers to surrender has not stopped since Li Hong issued the order, and it blew over and over again, echoing throughout the battlefield with the wind.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who were separated and surrounded began to surrender. They couldn't run and couldn't stand. They threw down their weapons and were just under the eyes of the government army, either lying down or lying down, regardless of what weapon they were aimed at them. They just wanted to take a break.

Yan Wuwei led the soldiers to run wildly. The enemy soldiers along the way were like seeing ghosts. They dispersed immediately without waiting for them to approach, and automatically gave up the road and let them speed. After receiving Li Hong's order, these soldiers did not dare to kill themselves. They just held their weapons tightly and were always on guard against the enemy who was in a desperate situation to pounce on them.

They shouted all the way, and when they met their own soldiers, they shouted: There is a reward for capturing prisoners, and when they met the enemy, they shouted: Surrender and not kill them.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had to choose to surrender. No matter what the outcome was, they would admit that even if they were killed, they would accept it. They were too tired, and many soldiers could not do anything except breathing, let alone fighting with the wolf-like cavalry.

There were also some Yellow Turban soldiers running wildly, but they saw that the iron cavalry of the official army had gradually closed in front.

"Let it..." Lu Huanyang roared.

Dozens of long arrows made a sharp roar through the air, shooting towards the Yellow Turban officer dozens of steps away. Zhang Baiqi and his subordinates ignored them and rushed to the horse and galloped hard.

Several officers who were behind had arrows in their bodies, screaming and falling off their horses. Several war horses were also shot, and suddenly accelerated their speed after suffering pain. One of the war horses hit the vital point, and with a bitter neighing sound, he flew out more than ten steps away with inertia. The horse knight was immediately thrown farther, and after hitting the ground, it rolled dozens of times before stopping. He seemed to be unable to survive.

The fist and his subordinates pressed tightly against the side of the deserter and ran wildly in parallel with them. They were all lying on the horse's back, as if they had become one with the galloping war horse.

The distance between them is getting closer and closer.

Zhang Baiqi suddenly turned around and saw that the pursuer was only twenty or thirty steps away from him. He couldn't help but roared wildly and whipped the white horse hard on the abdomen.

The white horse neighed for a short time, as if he felt his master's intentions, and did his best to speed up his own speed again.

The servants behind Zhang Bai's cavalry saw the pursuing soldiers getting closer and closer, and knew that if they continued to run like this, they would be caught sooner or later. Once they caught up, they would not be able to escape. They would simply fight, and at least they would let the coach escape. They suddenly scattered in the roar of the leader of the guards, and blocked the pursuits' route.

The fist was angry and raised his hand to shoot an arrow. Suddenly, more long arrows flew out like rain. The guards of Zhang Baiqi were caught off guard and were all caught in arrows and fell down on the horses. However, the horses that fled in all directions were slowing down the chasing soldiers.

Seeing that it was hard to catch up with the free and Lu Huanyang, he had to give up.

Zhang Baiqi fled in a panic with more than a dozen people.

Hu Zi and Heng Ji's two-tone troops successfully completed the encirclement of the Yellow Turban Army, and then launched interspersed division and annihilation of the enemies in the encirclement.

After Yan Wuwei's troops arrived, they immediately joined the encirclement and annihilation battle.

The battlefield was full of soldiers riding horses, and the enemy soldiers knelt on the ground with their hands raised and begging for surrender. The resistance in some places was surrounded and killed by the Iron Knights, and they died one by one.

As time goes by, the battlefield gradually becomes quiet.

The horn of victory was blown one after another, and low and powerful voices sounded one after another in every corner of the battlefield.

The battle ended half an hour later.

The troops wiped out 20,000 Zhang Baiqiu teams of the Yellow Turban Army. Nearly 7,000 people were killed or injured by the Yellow Turban Army, and the remaining 13,000 people surrendered. The Fengyun Iron Cavalry lost more than 300 people.

Li Hong immediately reorganized his troops and rushed to Jiulihe. He ordered Yushi and Xiaolan to lead the Qianqu cavalry to clean up the battlefield, guard the prisoners, and escort the prisoners to Jiulihe as soon as possible to meet the main force and participate in the attack on Zhang Niujiao's troops.

The gray sky, thick clouds, and without the sun, the sky on this winter seems dull and obscure.

The wind on Jiulihe Mountain is wild and wild, and the air is filled with a scent of disgusting blood. The battle flags flying in the distance stand high, and huge flags of various colors dance wildly in the wind, making endless loud noises.

Xian Yuyin roared repeatedly, and the sword in his hand flew, slashing hard at the enemy's neck.

The enemy soldier roared, without giving in, and his spear penetrated fiercely into the chest of the officers and soldiers who rushed towards him. At the same time, Xian Yuyin's sword chopped on the enemy soldier's neck, half a piece of flesh was inserted. Suddenly, blood burst out, spraying Xian Yuyin's head and face. His white face immediately turned into a purple-brown flowery face, which was terrifying and terrifying.

Three or four Yellow Turban soldiers stepped on the bodies of their comrades and shouted to kill. Xian Yuyin opened his eyes angrily and flew forward. He swung his bloody sword and slashed down with his head and face. Several officers and soldiers behind him held weapons, shouted loudly, and made up for his position, and fought with the surging enemies, fighting fiercely.

The hills about a hundred steps long were densely packed with soldiers from both sides of the enemy and us. The official army occupied the slope and took a little advantage. The Yellow Turban Army attacked from the bottom of the slope, which was a little difficult. Thousands of soldiers were entangled on the slope, fighting fiercely, and fighting fiercely, with unprecedented fierce battles.

Xian Yuyin flew up and kicked the enemy soldier in front of him in the chest, and stabbed the enemy in his hand into the abdomen behind him.

A spear suddenly drilled out, extremely fast, and penetrated Xian Yuyin's chest. Xian Yuyin was shocked and could not hide, and opened his mouth and let out a loud scream. Tie Yue, not far away, just looked up and saw him. He shook his hand and flew out his sword in his hand. The sword was flying in the air, carrying a few blood beads, making a dull "whistle" sound, and slashed towards the enemy soldiers attacking the spear. Just as the spear was about to pierce into Xian Yuyin's chest, the unprepared enemy soldier was penetrated by a knife, and his body took two steps back with the huge inertial force brought by the sword, and fell on his back.

The cold sweat on Xian Yuyin's body rushed out of his body at this time, and the coldness suddenly broke out.

Xian Yuyin was lucky enough to save his life, not only did he not see any fear, but he became even more arrogant. His figure remained unchanged, and his waist was pressing hard, and the sword was roaring wildly with a bloody rain. With his shocking roar, he fiercely chopped towards the enemy who had not yet stood firm. The enemy soldier was caught off guard and was hit by a knife with his own sword, and howled and fell into a pool of blood.

Xian Yuyin then turned around and looked at Tie Yue. Tie Yue had already picked up a sword thrown on the ground and rushed towards the enemy like agile spirit leopard.

He looked around and the hills were filled with soldiers fighting against each other, and he could not see the position of the front lines between the two sides. The drums, shouts and screams filled the entire bloody battlefield. The bodies of the dead soldiers covered the land in a row, and bloody broken limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere.

In the distance, under the flag, more than a dozen huge war drums lined up were beaten at the same time, making a thunderous explosion.

"Brothers, kill..."
Chapter completed!