The eagle spread its wings and slid across the sky, bathed in the sky with a long sound, and suddenly a drum beat its wings flapped in shock, turning its direction, and the drum sound continued to come.

Dong!

Dong! Dongdong... Dongdong

The war drums sandwiched on the shaft were ringing hard over the military formation, and followed the countless steps of the drum beats and pushed towards the army that resisted in the middle of the field. The vast steps shook the ground, and the smoke and dust filled the vision. The three military formations spread their flags had the illusion of covering the sky and the sun.

These three military formations are soldiers and horses commanded by Wen Chou, Yan Liang and Han Meng, and infantry in large numbers. They are equipped with a large number of powerful crossbows. In terms of combat power, they actually do not belong to the Xiliang army opposite, but in terms of formation, the morale and confidence in the army are rising. After all, the white wolf Gongsun Zhi on the grassland and the border have always been Ji, and the blade hanging in the heart of You. As a combat-capable army under the opponent's command, it is worth showing off if it can be defeated.

But Xu Rong's Xiliang Army was different.

"... Yuan Shao is coming in a fierce manner, and the generals in command are all good at fighting fiercely. If they are spread out and fight with them, they will only completely ruin the Xiliang army. They will not be able to communicate with their lords, and they will not be able to explain to the soldiers. When they are in danger, they can only survive by fighting with them one by one. They will be instructed to send the generals in front to tighten their formation, move closer to the camp, rely on the mountain to resist horses, and fight with them on wooden railings."

Gao Shun, who received the order, did not hesitate, immediately let the camp as an arrow and the military formations on other fronts and backs begin to shrink backwards. With Xu Rong's general order issued, the formation of more than 25,000 people was divided into obvious levels according to the troops.

"......The spear is over, be careful to stab oneself."

In the lower team, Sima, who was in charge of the soldiers, shouted loudly, and there were also voices complaining, and then he was slapped on the head. As he quickly retreated, someone in front was shouting: "Attention, Jizhou soldiers are coming up."

"It's Yan Liang's army!"

In the voice of this speech, Gao Shun raised his eyes and took a look. He just glanced at it. He immediately turned over and got off the horse, drew his sword and walked into the formation. There were only more than a thousand soldiers in the camp who lived in armor and drew their swords. He raised his gun and quickly followed. Gao Shun stood on the hillside, tied the handle of the knife in his hand to his palm, and tightened his teeth. Many soldiers in the camp next to him also followed the same thing.

The battle line had not yet been pushed over. In the middle of the two armies, the scouts on the side of the field ran back and forth, conveying messages, and sometimes there were battles. Arrows shot monotonically, and the sound of fighting sounded in pieces, while the army with the big flag of "Yan" slowed down. The general in charge, wearing a beast face, was wearing black light armor, raised his knife and shouted: "Prepare" the sound of raising the bow sounded.

On the hillside, Gao Shun walked behind the sword and shield soldiers, "prepare" the front shield hands raised their shields and leaned towards the sky. Behind the entire stretched array, the archer stepped forward and pulled the bow. The general ran through the crowd and shouted: "Let go!!"

Whoosh swosh swosh

The dense arrows rose from the arrays of both sides to the sky and fell in an interlaced manner.

"Ah!!!" Gao Shun roared angrily, squatted down. When his left hand flipped his shield to cover his head, the dark rain of arrows shot down, and there were crackling sounds in his ears. The iron-covered shield on his arms kept shaking in the sound. Some of them were knocked down and bounced to the ground. Arrows directly pierced through the gap to his feet. Next to him, his body fell down in pain, and blood flowed into the soil.

On both sides of the array centered on more than 1,000 people were the Xiliang Army, with more than 3,000 people, who withstood the first wave of arrows on this gentle slope, and both sides were killed and injured.

While Gao Shun put down his shield and stood up straight, the dense footsteps almost rumbled and rustled, and launched a pushing attack towards the hillside. He let out a breath, turned his wrist holding the knife, and then raised it to his head. After a breath, he made a huge shout: "The camp of trapping is connected"

As his footsteps stepped onto the hillside like thunder, the moment the front line contacted, the Xiliang soldiers slashed down with the light of the sword and shouted: "Kill!!!"

Zero distance

The human body hit the shield, and both sides roared heart-wrenchingly and waved their arms, and chopped them out of the weapon in their hands with all their strength to the other party's head.

The rumbling sound exploded... The blood wave surged up on the straight edge wave.

The sound of slapping and impact at this moment was like a sea tide hitting, and thousands or even tens of thousands of figures shouted. While shouting in the middle of the front row, they held a shield, swung their swords, and stabbed them in the spear. The moment a soldier in Jizhou rushed forward, the spear penetrated his wide open mouth and hung it in the air, and then threw it off, and more figures stepped on his body and pushed and knocked over to his comrade in front.

As the main general, Xuzhou was not on the front line. He had watched the battlefield. The army of Wen Chou and Han Meng had not come yet. It would take some time to go up the hillside from the side. He kept making orders to adjust and remedy. At the moment, only the front line of fighting was enough, but he still hoped that Gao Shun, who was trapped in the camp, could be stuck there like a nail, giving him enough time.

"Ahhh"

The sword light slashed on the hideous head, and the body fell backwards. Gao Shun put the shield away and slapped a Jizhou soldier who rushed up and smashed the other party's face. He looked at the array. This party had steadily blocked the momentum of the moment, took a deep breath, and slashed it with one knife: "Down Shield"

In the chaos of weapons fighting, shields sank in the hands of three hundred soldiers of the camp. While slamming into the ground, a loud and loud voice came out again: "Go away the arrow"

The archers hiding beside the spearmen all released their bowstrings in an instant.

Hundreds of arrows shot straight ahead, and in the row of Jizhou soldiers in front of the sinking shield, blood splashed and fell backwards. Gao Shun and several soldiers took the swords and slashed the spear head. The stabbed spear head broke and flew away, killing the opponent's chief and several Jizhou soldiers in front of the formation.

Put your knife back and shout, "Press the shield! Slap them to death"

The shield that sinks to the ground is raised in the hands of the soldiers again and confronts them. The Jizhou soldiers who are rushing up are pushed back one by one, leaving a half-step distance. The soldiers in the camp are fierce and rough. After half a month of running-in and fighting, the remaining people have become much more tacit understanding with each other.

However, the soldiers in Jizhou opposite were also not afraid and rushed into it again.

"kill!"

There were fanatical shouts around, and countless weapons swayed down in the gradually tilted sunlight. Gao Shun was tall and stood on the front line with the soldiers. The soil under his feet had already stepped on blood-red footprints, cutting through the body of a Jizhou soldier, and trying to slash out the second knife. The people in front of him rushed apart, and a horse screamed in a long and rhythmic voice. In his vision, the figure of the war horse rushed up. The figure of the black armor, his arms moved, and the light of the knife slashed out an arc.

boom

The long sword pressed on a shield, and the loud bang, and the wood chips splashed. The soldier holding the shield was a soldier in the camp and his arms swirled. The moment his wailing body twisted on the ground, Gao Shun looked at the man with his eyes. The next second, he hurriedly rushed over with his shield, "Porn this person, don't let him break the formation." With the loud roar, the personal guards following him were moving.

With countless noises and shouts of killing, Yan Liang and dozens of personal guards rushed in. With the sword swing, he tore a gap like chopping melons and vegetables. He looked at the running figure and raised the knife, "Gao Shun, you are not dead in Xuzhou, but you are even thrown into Gongsun Zhi's command. Your reputation of loyalty and courage will make people all over the world spit!"

"Pooh!"

Gao Shun, who rushed forward, leaped up and slashed over with one knife. With a slight sound, Yan Liang returned to the knife and slapped his jumping figure back, and fell to the ground and stumbled back several steps before stopping. "How dare you compare to me..." Before he finished speaking, several figures rushed up from the shield below, and hit his horse with a bang. The blade in his hand thrust towards the war horse. The plasma surged wildly. The horse whined, struggled to raise its hooves, and then fell backwards. Yan Liang kicked the horse's back almost reflexively, jumped off, and his huge horse body smashed the ground.

He glanced at the dead war horse, and with a "ah", he blew the knife and smashed it. Several long spears whistled towards him, pushing him backwards from the front line. Several shield hands quickly followed and filled the gap...

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"...The combat effectiveness of the Xiliang Army is indeed amazing. Unfortunately, it is too late to guard this place even if it breaks into the mountains. Although there are not many 20,000 people, it will take more time for Gao Shun and Xu Rong to command properly."

"These two people just understand some military tactics." Han Rong narrowed his eyes and looked at the place where he was fighting. Someone fell down and fell down. He shook his head gently, "I'll go and take Gao Shun, Xu Rong's head to the lord."

Immediately, I pulled the reins and went down the gentle slope toward the battlefield of fighting, knocked away several Jizhou soldiers blocking the road, rushed forward, and saw Yan Liang who lost his horse, and said angrily: "It's embarrassing to command the war, watch me fight."

Yan Liang, who had found another horse, was embarrassed and angry, and wanted to chop the old man with one knife. Since he traveled across Hebei, except for his brother Wen Chou, this old man has never fought with him. He has seen him several times in the past, and has heard of the other party's reputation and the lord is very kind to him, so he dare not ask for advice.

"......I'll see how you fall into the hands of the trapped camp later." Yan Liang cursed, slapped his sword and returned to the rear to continue commanding the troops to attack the formation.

During a few breaths, Han Rong, a veteran holding a heavy black gun, attacked the shield wall two steps away, and rushed up with a sudden horse. The spear tip was inserted into the gap between the shield and the shield. With a bang, he rushed in at the same time as the shield was picked from the soldier.

A heavy gun swung left and right, and he thrust his head, greeting several soldiers who rushed towards the camp, knocking back and knocking away several people. Amid the sound of ping-pong hits, there were already soldiers from Jizhou rushing in. Gao Shun was commanding nearby. Hearing the movement here, he looked back suddenly, and his body flew back and screaming from his vision. The old man who rode a horse and waved a heavy gun also saw him.

The horse's hooves galloped, and the tip of the gun was pressed down and whistled and stabbed.

He frowned. Even though Gao Shun was not considered high in force, he was also a fierce general on the battlefield. The moment the spear tip pierced, he dodged sideways, swung his knife to the handle of the gun, slid along the gun rod, and slashed the opponent's wrist. On the back of the horse, the "Hebei Gun King" snorted in his nose, raised his arm and swept it, and the thick gun rod pushed the blade out, and pushed it out several steps with the person holding the knife.

A Xiliang soldier rushed over from the side. Han Rong stabbed the opponent to death. The moment he pulled out the spear head, he rushed the horse to take two steps. "You are Gao Shun? You are very good at leading troops, but unfortunately your martial arts are just average. In terms of such fighting, I don't care about the five you like."

Gao Shun looked at the blood splashed out by the soldier, and his whole body shivered in anger.

Then, the man riding a horse rushed over with his gun. He held the ring-headed knife tied to his hand, "I'm not ashamed, then come on." His voice roared with a shrill voice, cracked the mud and hit the other side fiercely.

...

In the distance, a red splashed between the roads in the mountains and fields. The strange rocks and the trees quickly landed behind. The shouts of fighting and the sound of weapons attacking came more and more clearly. As they approached the exit, the Xiliang soldiers guarding the rear were caught. Someone saw him and was about to speak to stop him. The steps he took were taken back. The strong wind blew in his face, and the scarlet cloak flashed through everyone's sight and sped towards the battlefield.

"Just...it seems to be Wen...hou?"

"I didn't see clearly... in the outfit... it looks very similar..."

As the rustling and hesitant words sounded, the battle on the battlefield fell into tragic trajectory. The Jizhou soldiers rushed into the gap, tearing open the defensive front, and there were also soldiers of the camp who were fearless to kill and blocked the opponent in the second formation. The generals below took over the command and shouted loudly: "Driving them out."

In the surging hedge, the figure on the horse swung his gun and collided with the blade. Gao Shun was shocked by the opponent's force and horsepower and retreated again. The tiger's mouth was numb and trembled slightly. However, the moment he retreated, the black shadows shone straight down, his arms numb, staggered back, and a heavy gun thrust into the place where he had stood before.

"If you die, you will be a wise ghost. I am the King of Hebei Guns Han Rong."

Han Rong looked at the other party with a plain look and controlled the horse's hooves to walk over slowly. "Although I have some hatred with Gongsun Zhi, I think you have some skills on the battlefield, so I will leave you a complete body."

After the words came, the veteran Han Rong shook the spear head and stabbed it straight. This shot was the essence of his understanding many years ago and rarely blocked it. However, the moment he raised the gun, he felt a strong murderous intent attack, and subconsciously blocked it in a certain direction with his backhand.

An arrow reflected the dimness of the afterglow, flew over the battlefield of fighting.

The next second, a golden sound exploded, and sparks jumped out in his sight. Han Rong's arms, holding the gun, paused back, raised his eyes in surprise, and then heard a majestic horse sound.

Xilulu

The horse's hooves were slid up and ran away with a scarlet cloak. The tall figure wearing the beast-swallowing head and chain armor put down the long bow in his hand. When he took the weapon hanging on the side of the horse, Han Rong here noticed the visitor, narrowed his eyes, and his voice was strong: "Good arrow technique, look at you young, I will let you shoot out first!" The moment he spoke, the fiery red color magnified in his sight and rushed towards him. When he saw the weapon raised by the other party, his pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme.

He quickly raised his gun and crossed his hooves, and the horse's hooves rushed over, and the halberd fell down with a bang.

Mars rose in the slanting light, with the sound of metal with golden sounds, and the body of the horizontal gun was directly held and flew out into the crowd. Even the snowflake horse under the seat was pushed back by huge force.

In the chaotic crowd, Han Rong, who hit several people, stumbled and got up, his head shaking with dizziness, "Why did I dismount?"

However, countless figures around him saw this scene, paused the weapons in his hand, and looked over there. Gao Shun was supported by his subordinates. He looked at him and finally had a long-lost smile on his face.

In the afterglow of dusk, the Red Rabbit Horse squirted a heavy breath with disdain. The figure sitting on the horse's back was caressing the breeze. A square sky painting halberd slowly lies on the side of the horse, reflecting the murderous intent. Countless figures on the battlefield have roughly recognized the other party's identity.

Lu Bu among men, and red rabbit among horses, Wen Hou Lu Bu.
Chapter completed!