The roaring horse hooves trembled the air, "Close it quickly." There was a voice in Yuan's army shouting, and the panicked figure kicked the ground and pushed the gate to close.

The sun shone through the earth, the fiery red war horses, painting halberds, and the figure with a golden crown tied with hair and galloped forward, approaching two hundred steps, with a surging fighting spirit, the halberd was hanging out to pull out the treasure bow, and the three arrows were buckled on the bowstrings, and the corners of the mouth were slightly cracked: "Come on!"

The string sound was bulging three times.

"Push hard..." A captain Yuan Jun who was waving the knife urged and roared. The air trembled. A black shadow arrived in an instant. The words came to an abrupt end. The arrow was inserted into the back of his head and fell straight down. Not far away, a soldier pushing the gate opened his mouth and lay on the ground at the same time. With a third arrow, he nailed it to the wooden pillar of the gate. The two Yuan soldiers who were pushing were so scared that they directly retracted their hands.

The speed of the gate closing slowed down for a moment, and the rumbling horse hooves quickly approached. The figures of the Bingzhou Iron Cavalry and the White Wolf Cavalry flew forward from Lu Bu's sight, and some of the soldiers at the gate pushed back and ran directly. Then a huge impact sound came. Someone looked back and saw the body of the companion blocking the front and flew into the sky. He took a step slower, stabbed the long rifle, and let out a "ah" scream. His whole body was picked up and turned around in the air, and the splashed blood drew a trajectory.

The half-closed gate was scattered and skewed. The three thousand black cavalry were like long dragons pierced into the congested soldiers. The weapons and weapons collided with each other and made a sound. The weapons stabbed into flesh and blood and rubbed on the armor. The blood and sparks burst out constantly flashed and splashed. The spear slashed like a forest. Wearing a flower robe, the figure of the beast-faced armor rushed out of the cavalry team at lightning. A painted halberd stirred, causing a forest of guns to stumble.

"You dare to stop me even if you wait for Cao Mu."

With a roar, the horse's hooves stepped down heavily, and stepped on a screaming body. The Western Shu Jinhong cloak spread out, and his arms exerted force. The loud noise of the painting halberd slashed a captain from the horse's back.

The camp was in chaos, and the long dragon rushed over to the central army's tent.

...

In the commander's tent, Yuan Shao looked majestic and his voice was steady and powerful.

"It is common for victory and defeat. After this defeat, dozens of troops in the four states should remember the lesson and fight with Cao Aman and Gongsun Thief. I, Yuan Shao, was not defeated by the battle of the battle, but those tricks behind me, and those villains who were begging for the favor of the Lord, were actually the soldiers of our three armies, and even you were not united. If you use all your strength, how could Cao Cao and Gongsun Zhi block this vast army?!"

The broad palms slapped the table, and the words were excited, and no one dared to respond. He listened quietly. The moment the words stopped, there was a noisy and sudden sound in the ears of the generals and counselors.

It was the screams of people, the sound of horse hooves, and the noise of shouting gathered into the big tent. Everyone stood up in a panic. A bang came from the head. Yuan Shao overturned the simple table in panic. He walked quickly: "Cao thief, is Gongsun Zhi coming?"

When the curtain was opened, the sound of fighting and shouting became clearer. After pushing over from the former battalion, soldiers whose morale had been broken were running around and fleeing from their sight. There were soldiers in front of them rolling and crawling and news that the enemy cavalry attacked the battalion came.

"Lord! Things cannot be violated. Now that the morale of the army has been dispersed, we cannot fight. Let's go quickly and return to Liyang Village to rectify the troops!" The old man with white hair walked over anxiously, with wrinkles on his face trembling slightly, "We will wait until we break the rear and swear to protect the lord from danger!"

Yuan Shao held the hilt of Sizhao's sword tightly, looked at the soldiers who had fallen from the front yard running in chaos, gritted his teeth and nodded: "So you cut off the back..."

Then he led Guo Tu, Feng Ji and Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang to lead a moveable army and horse to leave quickly from the rear camp. Ju Su held the hilt of the sword and looked at Feng Li, Cen Bi and other generals who left the broken rear, and bowed: "Then please ask the two generals. Please quickly summon the old troops to set up defenses in the central army and gain some time for the lord to withdraw."

Feng Li and Cen Bi looked at each other, their figures shook slightly, and hesitated for a moment, and the latter bowed: "Supervisor, you must not disobey things. Lu Bu and Zhao Yun are so fierce. How can we stop them? Now that the lord has left, it is better...better to retreat with us...how?"

"Bastard!" The old man's voice suddenly became stern, his wide sleeves danced, and his sword tip pointed at him: "We are ministers, so we want to share the worries for the master. How can we escape in the face of the battle be explained?"

"Then you go be your loyal minister and righteous man!"

Feng Li shouted with a loud voice, waved his fist and smashed the old man to the ground, "Look at the surroundings, there are no soldiers who can fight again. If you want to die, don't pull us and go!"

Cen Bi on the other side went to support the old man. When he was pushed away, he bowed: "Military Supervisor, I will die if I wait... I will say goodbye first!"

Then, he led two or three thousand wounded men under his command to rush to retreat to the rear camp and followed Yuan Shao's retreat path. In the empty Central Army camp, Ju Su stood there with his sword hanging down. Seeing the soldiers around him coming, he nodded: "General leads, but there are always loyal people, and you can follow me to guard this place..."

“…one hour.”

In the front camp, the fight broke out to a fierce height.

The cavalry had hit the man and then stepped on the horse's hooves. Yuan Jun, who had already been terrified, might have the will to fight at first. As time faded, tens of thousands of people in the front camp resisted almost hastily for a while, and were dispersed by the torrent like a collapsed dam. The dense figures were all running away. Occasionally, arrows shot out from the hands of the soldiers who were still resisting and flew into the torrent.

Bang!

While Lu Bu knocked the man away, he pulled out his long sword from his waist with his other hand, cut off the flying arrows, returned to the sheath, hung a halberd, and pulled the bow to the archer on the arrow tower. Facing him, a Yuan general rushed over with a big axe.

On the towering building, corpses fell down.

The opposite axe tip brushed through the air and roared over. Lu Bu pulled his horse back, abandoned his bow and pulled his halberd, and the sound exploded like thunder: "Take to Death" one arm exerted force violently, and the huge force slashed the handle of the axe with the painting halberd, bent and burst. With a bang, the axe flew out and hit the head of the figure running on the side, and then fell to the ground.

Jiao Tu pinched the bare handle, which was so scared that the dead souls were so great that they raised their eyes to look at the tiger like a god of war opposite, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and while waving the horse on the opposite side, he quickly jumped off the horse's back, kneeled on the ground with a bang, raised his hands: "Surrender... I surrender..."

The trembling words almost made me cry.

Behind, Ju Hu looked at the defence that was as bad as a mountain collapse. The crowd was already scared to the extreme. Many people had kneeled down and surrendered, and some were running towards this side in chaos, while the cavalry was still spreading in the crowd.

Can't win...

A thought flashed through his mind, and he rode his horse and turned around and ran towards the Zhongjun camp with a few personal guards. The soldiers beside him followed closely. Soon after, he saw that there were only a few hundred people there to form a formation.

"Father, go quickly! You can't stop it from the front, Jiao Tu surrendered!"

As a son, Ju Hu naturally didn't want to see his father die. He jumped off the horse and ran over, trying to pull the old man on the horse and leave. The next second, he was pushed away by his thin hand. Ju Su held the long sword and said word by word: "Everyone has left. I am blocking the last wall of the pursuers. I will fall down if I retreat!"

"But...father..."

"Did you forget what you said for your father that day? Look at what other generals around you stay... I will stay today so that they will be ashamed tomorrow and reinspire those people's integrity..." Ju Su's old face smiled a little, and he reached out to pat his son's shoulder, "Let's go, you can't die yet. I'm old and there's nothing to teach you. The Ju family will rely on you to support it in the future..."

The soldiers in front spread over, and the white horses rushed over and the silver-armored generals waved a gentian gun in their hands. The figures blocking the road were knocked out one after another, and their voices shouted: "Leave your life behind."

"Go!!!"

On this side, the old man suddenly pushed Juhu out. The other party hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and turned over and rushed out a few steps, looked back, and the figure mixed with white traces slowly raised his hand and waved at him. Juhu closed his eyes in pain and shouted: "Gao" to lead the troops out of here.

"Fight to the death!"

The old man turned around, shouted angrily, raised his sword to his side, and most of the five hundred soldiers united beside him were injured, and some were even more seriously injured and could not continue. At this moment, he also held the mentality of going to die.

The sky shone brightly on people, without a trace of temperature. After a moment, the cavalry rushed over. Yuan Bing, holding the knife, rushed up hysterically. Then his body was knocked away by a war horse. He opened his teeth and tried hard to bite the iron hooves. The next second, his head broke, and a piece of skull and a bunch of hair flew over his brain. The body was rolled into the rushing horse team.

The resistance of the fight lasted for a moment, and corpses fell into a pool of blood. The old man was covered in a long robe with blood. He staggered back a few steps. In front of his vision, the white horse immediately turned over and walked towards him. The seriously injured and undead person on the ground went to hook the knife on the ground. The dragon whispered softly, and the gun pierced into the person's head. The hand that stretched out hung weakly on the ground. The tall and cold general passed by like this.

Standing opposite the old man.

"Don't surrender?" Zhao Yun stared at him and spoke in a cold voice.

The bun was scattered on his forehead, Ju Su shook his head, "Don't surrender... If this general was facing this matter, would he surrender?"

"Won't."

"That's it." The old man nodded, "We literati have backbone. If I don't die, others will say, "Look, did Ju Su escape at the last moment? If you die here, the generals under the lord's command can also follow the example. The person who dies... shall be worried about the king..."

Then, he raised his long sword: "Be loyal, filial, filial, righteous, and righteous! The thief general Ju Gong is here." He immediately stabbed him.

On the opposite side, Zhao Yun raised his hand, and with a clang of white horse, he unsheathed and slashed it down.

With trembling feet walking, blood flowing out of his chest, the old man looked up at the brilliant skylight, "Lord..., let's go first."

He leaned down and fell down.
Chapter completed!