Zhang Niujiao's hair turned much whiter again. He sat in the big tent, with no expression on his cold face.

"Tomorrow, we will launch our last strong attack and kill Guo Dian at all costs."

Chu Feiyan was squatting on the ground looking at the map.

He slowly stood up, looked at Zhang Niujiao's murderous face, and said softly: "Reward, the leopard Li Hong's troops have crossed Xiaquyang and are coming quickly. We should draw out 30,000 troops to Tieheling to block the attack."

"Master, we are indeed not sure to defeat the Leopard Cavalry against the plains, but we should be sure to ambush him. He only has four thousand people now." In the big tent, a young man with a medium figure, dark skin and a mighty expression said loudly. He is Wang Dang, a powerful general in the Yellow Turban Army.

"Heizi, don't underestimate the enemy." Sun Qin, who was sitting next to him, whispered, "Listen to the Grandmaster, don't bluff randomly."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar sitting next to Sun Qin was Bai Luo. Bai Luo was born into a commoner and had a wealthy family with thousands of hectares of fertile land. However, because of his poor background, although he was very talented, he was looked down upon everywhere. He lamented the injustice of the world, joined the Taiping Sect, and became a Chu Shuai. He even knew how to make martial arts, but he had money and could buy people if he had money.

Bai Luo twisted his short beard and said slowly: "Although we have 150,000 people and the enemy is only 35,000, the personal abilities and equipment of the official soldiers are far better than us. After four days of fierce fighting, the troops have suffered 50,000 casualties. According to the general's idea, if we want to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop tomorrow, all of these 100,000 people must be cast. If 30,000 people are drawn to Tieheling to block the Leopard's cavalry, not only will the main battlefield not have enough troops, but I am also worried that even if the Leopard Army is completely wiped out, there may be few left. This seems to violate the purpose of our battle. The troops' casualties are too great, which will affect the battle."

Zhang Niujiao immediately agreed and said, "Ship Bai said it very clearly, so don't worry about him. We will concentrate all our troops and do our best to completely eliminate Guo Dian. Even if the Leopard's reinforcements come all the way, it will be tomorrow night as soon as possible. By that time, there will be nothing but corpses on Guhong Ridge. Our goal has been achieved, why do we still have to fight with his cavalry and lose the soldiers in vain."

Chu Feiyan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Will you stop me?"

Zhang Niujiao nodded affirmatively and said loudly: "No blocking."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Chu Feiyan's eyes.

"Swallow, you have to eat food one by one, and the enemies must be eliminated one by one, so there is no need to worry. We have all seen Li Hong's cavalry. We have suffered too much casualties on the plains, and we can't fight him. But what about when we arrive at Taihang Mountain? Maybe he is a sick cat." Zhang Niujiao said slowly, "This time we will fight Guo Dian first. After fighting Guo Dian, he will be the rest."

Chu Feiyan smiled, "I know, but I'm a little dissatisfied. Why is his luck so good every time? This time his reinforcements came along a long journey, and the soldiers were extremely tired and had few people. But such a good opportunity was just not able to hit him, which was simply strange."

Zhang Niujiao smiled coldly, "No one's luck will always be so good."

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The clouds in the sky are particularly thick, and the sun is like a red and black disc, appearing and disappearing from time to time. There is almost no wind, and the black Chinese-character battle flag is hung weakly on the high flagpole.

The trees on Guhong Ridge were cut down by the soldiers' warmth, and the entire bare stump was filled with corpses. Several obstacles to the official army were successfully broken through by the Yellow Turban soldiers. In a helpless manner, they had to temporarily pile up the bodies of their comrades as shields.

After nearly a day of bloody battle, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and corpses were everywhere on the battlefield within a radius of about a mile and were in a mess.

There were less than 3,000 soldiers left in the official army. They were squeezed by the Yellow Turban Army and wrapped around two small hills. On the left is the location of the central army and on the right is the land of the baggage pile.

The sound of war drums sounded again, shaking the sky.

"Kill... Kill..."

The Yellow Turban soldiers let out a shocking roar. They held their weapons high and rushed towards the mountains from all directions. For a moment, the sound of killing shook the sky.

Guo Dian sat quietly under the handsome man's banner, looking at the fierce battle in front of him, his heart was as calm as water.

In the past two years, he led his troops to kill many Yellow Turban soldiers. Today it was the turn of Yellow Turban soldiers to kill him. He felt that this was normal. He never thought that he could die. Think about the Guangzong battlefield and the Xiaquyang battlefield, Huangfu Song and he and his soldiers wanted to massacre the Yellow Turban soldiers, killing them so dark that the sun and the moon were gone. At that time, he thought that he would have such a day after all. What is the difference between killing people and being killed on the battlefield?

Wang Dang and Sun Qin came up with their personal guards.

Gao Lan roared and the spear pierced into the enemy's heart. Before he could pull out the spear, Wang Dang's sword had already slashed head-on. Gao Lan abandoned the spear and retreated, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and stabbed into the body of the enemy soldiers rushing towards him.

Sun Qin had already aimed at him and suddenly surrounded him with three or four soldiers. Gao Lan was caught off guard and was chopped twice in a row. Wang Dang kicked him away.

Seeing that Lord Junhou was injured by the enemy, the soldiers behind Gao Lan rushed forward, and some of them tried hard to block the enemy, while the other two hurriedly dragged him to a safe place.

"Kill... and kill..." Wang Dang held up his bloody sword and roared hard at the soldiers behind him.

Sun Kiss had a baby face tightly, and he lowered his head and chopped and slashed all the way. The Yellow Turban soldiers stepped on the bodies of their comrades and pushed towards the top of the mountain with difficulty.

Zhang Niujiao stood at the foot of the mountain.

He saw that Sun Qin and Wang Dang's personal guards were blocked and their advancement was getting slower and slower, and a trace of murderous aura flashed across his face.

He suddenly waved his big hand and shouted:

"Beat the drum..."

The sound of war drums was like a burst of thunder, which suddenly exploded into the ears of the soldiers around them, and then soared into the sky and echoed on the battlefield with the sound of killing.

Zhang Niujiao pulled out the battle knife with a "swish...", turned around and looked at the guard soldiers behind him, raised the battle knife suddenly, and roared out with all his strength:

"For the dead brothers... kill...ah..."

"Kill..." One hundred soldiers echoed in unison, and the roars were accompanied by the rumbling drums that echoed across the battlefield in an instant. They rushed towards the mountain like a tide.

Gao Lan simply bandaged it twice, ran to Guo Dian, and shouted: "Sir, I will take you to the opposite baggage convoy, where can I last for a while?"

Guo Dian smiled slightly and asked calmly: "What's your name?"

"Xiaoguan Gao Lan is the subordinate of the army Sima Qin. Let's go quickly, sir, I'm afraid it's too late." Gao Lan shouted loudly.

Guo Dian looked at him. Gao Lan was tall and broad, about 20 years old, with no need on his face, a square face and a pair of heroic big eyes. Because of the days and nights of fighting, his body was covered with blood, and his leather armor was cut into pieces. Several wounds were just tied up with cloth and grass, and blood was seeping out.

Gao Lan saw his soldiers retreating step by step, screaming one after another and being cut down by the Yellow Turban Army. He was so anxious that he shouted: "Sir, go quickly."

"That's Zhang Niujiao." Guo Dian suddenly stood up and pointed ahead and shouted loudly.

Gao Lan followed his gesture.

A dozen steps away, Zhang Niujiao brought a group of servants, like a sharp long arrow, invincible. On his left was Sun Qin and on his right was Wang Dang, each with a group of personal soldiers, following up bravely. The three teams formed a solid attack formation in a font shape and advanced rapidly.

Zhang Niujiao saw Guo Dian. Hatred suddenly exploded in his heart like a huge fire.

"Guo Dian, kill Guo Dian..."

Zhang Niujiao no longer cared about life and death. He was like a crazy tiger, screaming and roaring with all his might.

Guo Dian looked at him coldly, and a hint of sarcasm flashed across his face.

When the Yellow Turban soldiers heard the general's shout, they were excited. They howled as if they were suddenly cut by the enemy, and they opened their bloody mouths like bloodthirsty beasts and rushed forward.

Gao Lan roared and went up first. Zhang Niujiao slashed down, and Gao Lan lifted the knife and blocked it.

Zhang Niujiao's sword was full of hatred and thunder was so thunder that Gao Lan could not take it. Gao Lan was immediately hit hard, the sword broke, the tiger's mouth burst, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out. Zhang Niujiao kicked him up in the air and threw him into the distance with one kick.

A dozen soldiers who stood in front of Guo Dian were immediately slaughtered by the Yellow Turban soldiers like wolves and tigers. Then more officials rushed over and more Yellow Turban soldiers rushed up frantically. Shen Pei, who had been standing in the baggage convoy to command the battle, shouted at the top of his lungs. He directed the soldiers to quickly move the car formation, and he rushed out with all the soldiers, rushed out, and rushed towards the mountain bag that had been occupied by the Yellow Turban Army.

Zhang Niujiao looked at Guo Dian and suddenly laughed, his laughter miserable and sad.

Guo Dian looked at him with a smile on his face. Being able to die at the hands of his opponent may be a pleasure in life.

Zhang Niujiao beheaded with a knife.

Then the soldiers behind him rushed forward and knives to chop Guo Dian's body into meat sauce. The tall handsome flag behind Guo Dian fell to the ground.

Zhang Niujiao held Guo Dian's bloody head in one hand, his face full of tears, and shouted loudly at the dim sky:

"Master...I've avenged you..."
Chapter completed!