On May 12th, the giant horse water was dyed with a magnificent red glow in the west.

The heavy rainstorm stopped for three consecutive days, and the river water surged, and the rolling waves hit the river bank and splashed up. Among the low grass, the sound of horse hooves rumbled from above and went upstream along the river. Groups of cavalry patrolled the surroundings, and the villagers kept their doors and kept their homes behind closed doors. Fortunately, the cavalry coming over did not mean to rush into the village.

Some brave villagers walked out of the house and looked outside the village. The fleeing soldiers in Jizhou rushed into their sight in a panic, and were then chased by the chased cavalry and chopped to the ground. After killing the cavalry, they did not pause at all. They rode their horses with bloody smell and fierceness to find another group of defeated soldiers. They looked frenzied and fierce. The soldiers who were hit had no words and did not accept surrender. They directly ran away like chickens, and then chased and killed them.

Some cavalry passed by the village, pointed at the bold villagers watching the fun, and shouted loudly: "Get back home quickly and be careful of the chaotic soldiers rushing into the village."

The people in the north are somewhat bloody. When chaotic soldiers rushed in, they dared to fight desperately. Such scenes happened from time to time, but most of them paid expensive prices. The components of an army are uneven, and the soldiers are the most common. They have the bloody nature of war. But once the army is defeated, they are unwilling to surrender and have to flee. They are struggling to take the opportunity to make a fortune along the way, or hide in the foothills to gather into bandits.

This is why Gongsun Zhi emphasized to Li Ru and others that the issue of military belief and even the age control of the army. In order to prevent the emergence of riots after the defeat, the age was controlled between twenty and forty, and his blood and physical energy were growing, or at its peak, which not only guaranteed the combat effectiveness of the army, but also made this group of people more likely to accept his thoughts.

"Even if the number of troops cannot be increased, it doesn't matter. It's better to take the path of elite soldiers than to let the people raise less waste." At that time, he said this in front of the generals. Obviously, at this point, the idea of ​​desperately accumulating the number of soldiers with the princes from all over the country was at the forefront.

Time passed slowly, and as the sun set, the fighting between the fields and the foothills of the mountains, the screams stopped a little.

Twenty miles north of the giant horse water, under a hill, there were spots of fire in the forest. Outside were groups of cavalry resting on horseback, sharpening their knives, swallowing dried meat with clear water, and replenishing their energy. From a distance, the cavalry surrounding this forest was also clearly divided, with a gully invisible in the middle. This was the White Wolf Cavalry and Bingzhou Iron Cavalry that had come together. Occasionally, patrol cavalry came to change the guards. Xiahou Lan came down from the horse's back, and blood rolled down from the leather armor. Her face was covered with sweat. She carried the sword at her waist and greeted several soldiers. She went to the woods in front, took off her armor while walking, revealing her dark and strong muscles, and her arms were shaking slightly.

The night wind whistled past, and a rustling sound was made in the forest. Xiahou Lan squatted down by the small pool to wash away the blood, and then sat down next to the person beside the bonfire.

"......When the matchup, I didn't think there were too many people. After chasing them one by one, the horse's legs were almost broken."

Sitting next to him was Zhao Yun, wearing a white robe and silver armor. The dragon gall gun leaned against the tree pole beside him and could get it with his hand. Since that experience, he has become introverted and indifferent. He looked at the swaying flames and heard the words of his brothers beside him, throwing a branch into the fire, his voice was cold.

"Because people are concentrated, it is convenient to kill."

Xiahou Lan naturally understood the temperament of her brothers, and probably guessed what the other party would say, and smiled: "Hahaha... This is true, but will it take too much time? Wen Chou probably already knows that we are here."

"Just let him know." In a soft voice, Zhao Yun's eyes moved away from the flames, staring at the mighty figure under the tree in front of him for a moment. "...... The brothers can no longer fight. Even if they can move, they will not be able to defeat Wen Chou's 30,000 people. It is not worth it to let the soldiers die in vain."

In front of the tree, the figure moved in the shadows under the tree, as if looking at this side. Then the voice suddenly rang: "The generals under Gongsun Zhi are indeed all people who know how to advance and retreat."

He walked into the range of the fire, wearing a golden beast-locked armor, and a square painting halberd were quite eye-catching. When he came over, a stone on the ground suddenly flew up from his feet. On the opposite side, Zhao Yun, who was beside the bonfire, drew his sword and slashed in the air. With a sound of thunder, the stone spread and hit a tree pole not far away, bounced into the grass.

The roar of insects came to an abrupt end.

"Not bad, it's a lot better than years ago."

Lu Bu's pace did not stop while speaking. Xiahou Lan suddenly roared when he saw this: "Wenhou, what's your intention?!" He stepped across the fire and slashed at the other side with a knife. A halberd was inserted horizontally from the side. The sound of the halberd exploded. The halberd strangled against the ring-headed knife for a moment, and suddenly exerted force. He hit a few times, killing Xiahou Lan two steps away. The person coming was Sima Yi.

"The little thief still has some strength, come again!"

"My name is Sima Yi, how could I be afraid of you?"

The moment the two figures approached, the blade and the halberd attacked again, the figure moving forward pulled out the sword with a clang, and cut it from small to top, and the burning bonfire was shaken wildly by the wind that caused it to rush.

可

The metal and iron attack made a crisp sound, and Mars were jumping out. The two crossed weapons immediately separated, and both of them were tilted back by the force that penetrated horizontally.

"Have General Zhao killed enough before the battle was over?" Lu Bu inserted his sword back into the sheath, and didn't even look at the two people who were staring at him.

Zhao Yun stood up and walked straight to Lu Bu, with his hands hanging down on both sides, his expression was cold, but his eyes were eager to try and wanted to fight again. Looking at each other for a few breaths, he spoke in a plain manner: "For generals, we should focus on the overall situation preset by the lord, how can we take the time to enjoy it? Now, our goal has been achieved."

"... It's a pity that Gongsun Zhi is not my lord Lu Bu, and no one in the world can be my master." Lu Bu is tall, half a head taller than the young man opposite. At this time, his eyes slightly stared at the other party, "But in this battle, a certain family will not mess around. I will lead troops longer than you. When can I fight and when can't be fought, I know more than you. Now... I can fight again. How can I kill Wen Chou's soul and soul? General Zhao, do you want to come together?"

He stretched out his hand and hung between the two of them.

Looking at Lu Bu who had always been arrogant in front of him, Zhao Yun frowned and looked at the other party for a while: "March and war are not a bloody courage. Marquis Wen should understand that he was defeated several times, but now you and I are the pioneers, and you should clear the obstacles for the back road and do more things... Wen Chou, please help me kill!"

The hands also reached out and the two hands were held together.

"Okay!" Opposite, Lu Bu looked at him with admiration.

Guangyang, Fangcheng, and all the way to the Giant Horseshui area, there were dense battle marks, and the corpses of the corpse crisscrossed in blood. The two cavalrymen who were killed straight down continued to break through various barriers and outposts, like crazy tigers, and faced the Wen Chou formation that was only forty miles long.

As the blacks descended, the huge chaos gradually stopped. The camp with the big banner of Yuan, soldiers walked out in armor and gathered at the school ground. Wen Chou was surrounded by a small number of personal soldiers and facing two Han Rong, who were wearing armor and holding large guns on the opposite side, and Han Qiong raised his hand: "Lu Bu, Zhao Yun went south all the way, and the soldiers would inevitably be trapped in the army. The two generals should make their name in this battle."

"Lu Bu is a man, my master will cut off his head and send it to the lord's case." Han Qiong laughed and bowed his hands, his face gradually became serious: "...and that Zhao Zilong, the revenge of a sword that day, will be repaid tonight!!"

Next to him, the veteran Han Rong couldn't help but twitch when he thought of the momentum of a halberd that day. He had to harden his head and nodded and bowed: "In this way, my master and apprentice will go."

"Take care for the veteran!"
Chapter completed!