Guan Hai was lying on the horse's corpse without any recession, and the blood spurted out soaked his neck. Lu Bu stood on the ground, looking indifferently at the direction of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Who else? Can it be a battle?" Fang Tian's painting halberd was facing the sky and Lu Bule shouted.

After a long time, no one spoke. The Yellow Turban Army was immersed in Guan Hai's sudden death and had not come back to their senses for a long time. The sudden collapse of Guan Hai's death in their minds was a desperate blow to their morale.

This is the case with the generals in this era. If they win, it will be great, so good that their morale is shocking and so great that their fighting spirit is overwhelming. But if they lose, no one can bring back the defeated situation, and the blow to morale will be truly devastating.

This is the Three Kingdoms where the heroes gather and famous generals and scholars can compete with thousands of people. Because of the generals, the wits and plans, one strategy and one martial arts determine the winner and lose...

"Lu Bu, don't be proud, I'll meet you!"

Although his strong body was held tightly by his good brother Liao Hua, Zhou Cang struggled for a long time but could not help but feel the fighting spirit in his heart and responded loudly.

"Who are you? Come and report to the name, and don't kill the nameless ghost under the halberd!" Although Lu Bu said proudly, he actually admired the man who came out.

Even though he knew that he would die after he could stand out, he still came out to fight with him fearlessly. When did such a brave man appear among the Yellow Turbans?

"A certain Zhou Cang gave me a nicknamed Dadao Zhou. The big knife in my hand weighed 72 kilograms. It is much heavier than Leng, the nine-ring big knife weighing 60 kilograms by Meng Guanhai. You must be careful with your small body!"

Zhou Cang originally wanted to be called Guan Hai, nicknamed Leng Guan Hai, but thought that Guan Hai had already died bravely, so he changed his words out of respect.

"Brother Zhou, I don't allow you to go! Can you not go?" Liao Hua suddenly knelt down, hugged Zhou Cang's thick thighs, and begged with tears in his eyes.

Zhou Cang used to see Liao Hua look obviously precocious. At first glance, he saw Liao Hua act cute like a teenager and asked for comfort. He really couldn't bear it.

He paused, stared at Liao Hua's tender face for a while, then grinned, showed a silly smile, and said softly: Xiao Jiang Liao was also childish, but Kurashi really couldn't imagine it. But Kurashi remembered that my father said: A good man will do something, but he will not do anything. If I were a man, I would not be able to shrink my eggs at this time.

As he said that, his thick finger pointed at the Yellow Turban soldiers with expectations and said, "Look, they are all looking at me, I can see something from their eyes that I have to fight. Although I don't know what those things are."

Liao Hua took a deep breath, his eyes flushed a little. He once again looked at Zhou Cang, who was fearless, and suddenly, he let go of his hand and shouted to the soldier in a fierce voice: What are you waiting for! Prepare a horse for General Zhou!

The personal soldiers around him shivered and were surprised for a few moments. They stared at each other and were at a loss. Because Zhou Cang was an infantry general and rarely fought on horseback. This time, Zhou Cang naturally did not ride a horse. Could it be that General Zhou could fight horses?

"Why are you standing there? Get ready for the horse!" Liao Hua roared again.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The soldiers around him were silent and did not look down on him because Liao Hua was young. They were stunned just now, mainly because Liao Hua's request was too sudden.

"Slowly, I, I can't fight! I'll fight him while walking!" Zhou Cang waved his hand repeatedly and shook his head firmly.

In his head, his equestrian skills are simply shameless. If it is a horse fight, wouldn’t he use his own shortcomings to fight other people’s strengths? He is not that stupid!

"No, the generals all demand fairness. You can't ride a horse and you just walk. Since you can't fight, you don't have to fight this battle. This is human nature, and no one will talk about you." Liao Hua's face was serious, but he was secretly happy. He saw that I wouldn't let you go. Brother Zhou, I don't want you to die in vain!

"But, me? But, me?" Zhou Cang felt that what Liao Hua said made sense, and he was a person who believed in the truth. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't hold it back for a long time.

"Brother Zhou, you are a reasoning person. Do you want to be unreasonable this time? You are Liao Hua's role model! Do you want me to learn bad things from you?"

Liao Hua looked at Zhou Cang with a look of admiration and admiration, which made Zhou Cang scratch his head embarrassedly, and he was still confused: Did you make fun of me, Zhou Han, before? Why didn’t I see how much you admired and admired me before?

"I, I, I, then what should I do?" Zhou Cang asked angrily by scratching his hair in annoyance.

Liao Hua was overjoyed and was about to strike while the iron was hot. An inappropriate voice came from afar.

"Do you dare to fight? I, Lu Bu, will follow me, come on!"

"What did you say? You fight me too in the Bu Zhan?" Zhou Cang asked anxiously as if he grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Bu never fears any kind of battle. Infantry, horse war, bow war, I will accompany you anytime and anywhere! If you want to fight, then fight!" Lu Bu said loudly.

"Okay, good man! I, Zhou Cang, want to fight you in the foot, I can't ride a horse, and Xiao Jiang Liao said again that I'm walking, I'll suffer if you ride a horse, that's unfair. Since you don't ride a horse, I'll fight you in the same battle!" Zhou Cang stomped his feet excitedly, and praised Lu Bu without hesitation, and even abandoned his views on the enemy and me for the time being.

After saying that, he was about to walk towards Lu Bu in big strides. But he found that Liao Hua still grabbed his trouser legs and didn't let go. He asked in wonder: Why are you still pulling me? I'm going to fight, let go!

Liao Hua really didn't want to let go. According to convention, Ma Zhan was amazingly powerful, and the infantry battle would definitely not be much weaker. Zhou Cang was bold, but that was the rhythm of dying!

However, the more and more scrutiny among the Yellow Turban soldiers prompted him to retreat, and he had no reason to stop Zhou Cang again, otherwise he and Zhou Cang would have no place in the Yellow Turbans.

"Brother Zhou, Liao Hua is waiting for you to return!" Liao Hua let go of his hand, his eyes were a little wet, and he said in a deep voice to Zhou Cang.

"I will come back. I plan to watch you get married, and I plan to be your best man!" Zhou Cang smiled naively, but added in his heart: Maybe my sister is willing to marry you, and you will become my brother-in-law!

...

Above the open space in the middle of the battlefield.

Lu Bu and Zhou Cang stood not far apart. One of them held a Fang Tian Hua Ji dripping with blood, and the other one held a long, thick-backed machete that looked simple and rusty.

"Lu Bu, I will avenge Guan Hai. Although I don't like his usual arrogant attitude! But he is my Yellow Turban brother! All the brothers in the Yellow Turban!" Zhou Cang's face was fierce and glared at Lu Bu.

"All brothers are there in the Yellow Turban? If you are so united, the world will be yours. Zhou Cang, you can surrender! I may spare your life!" Lu Bu raised his painting halberd and said coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense, just take my knife!" Zhou Cang waved his big knife and ran towards Lu Bu.

Looking at Zhou Cang, who was dancing with loud voices and sword-like postures, suddenly an allusion flashed through Lu Bu's mind: playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong - overestimating his ability!

Although he is not Guan Gong, he is an even higher than Guan Yu. Zhou Cang thought he was frightened and fierce, and his sharp sword skills were not aware that Lu Bu had many mistakes and misses, and there were traces to find and tricks to follow.

Lu Bu waved the Fang Tian Painted Liver, which was also very loud, with hundreds of thousands of halberds facing Zhou Cang.

When Pu Yi fought, Lu Bu had a preliminary understanding of Zhou Cang. Although Zhou Cang's moves were flawed, Zhou Cang did have divine power. When he waved his weapons, his power would never be overwhelming.

Lu Bu also put away his contempt and began to fight Zhou Cang seriously with one halberd and one halberd.

Lu Bu's sharp halberd shadow swept across, and pieces of blood and soil on the ground were raised all over the sky, and deep halberd marks were left on the battlefield. The cold wind blew his clothes, revealing his lonely and desolate back.

Zhou Cang was not willing to let the other side, and screamed as if his wife had been snatched. He waved a thick-backed machete and slashed hard. But he always slashed and smashed Lu Bu.

The two sides quickly fought for seven or eight rounds, and the Yellow Turban soldiers watching the battle were really stunned this time and were frightened.

Zhou Cang's supernatural power can break a small tree the size of a bowl with a hammer. Is he considered an amazing person?

However, he was now suppressed by Lu Bu. Not only did he not hit Lu Bu, but he was forced to retreat repeatedly by Lu Bu. If Zhou Cang was a wild beast, then Lu Bu was the king of wild beasts. Beating Zhou Cang would be like teaching his descendants a lesson.

Compared with Lu Bu, Zhou Cang, who is as big as a ox, who is tall and heroic, he should be at least evenly matched no matter how he looks! However, why is the reality so cruel? The Yellow Turban soldiers were all depressed and their morale was lost.

Finally, when it was supposed to be the thirteenth round, Lu Bu deliberately exposed a flaw in his lower body to Zhou Cang. Zhou Cang, who was suppressed and furious, was unthinkable and slashed Lu Bu on both legs without thinking, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't slash Lu Bu, but his big sword was deeply trapped in the soil.

Lu Bu's Fangtian's painting halberd drew a strange angle and knocked Zhou Cang away with one blow.

When Zhou Cang saw the sword flying, he ignored Lu Bu and ran towards the direction of the sword to pick it up.

"Are you ignoring me?" Lu Bu really had no choice but to use Zhou Cang, who was stubborn and stubborn.

As soon as he stretched out his legs, Zhou Cang was tripped and fell to bite the shit.

"Why do you want to trip me?" Zhou Cang asked angrily.

Lu Bu shook his head, his hands were not slow, and Fang Tian's painting halberd reached Zhou Cang's throat and said coldly: Zhou Cang, you are my prisoner!

After saying that, he whistled hard, Heishi stepped on the sound of horse hooves arrogantly, ran to Lu Bu happily and rubbed Lu Bu hard with his head. It seemed to be telling: Master, you are so wise and powerful, you actually won again!

"I've become a prisoner, what should I do with my big knife? Do you have to hand it over too?" Zhou Cang ignored the chill of Lu Bu's Fang Tianhua Ji and asked nervously.

"At this time, you still care about your knife. Are you afraid of death?" Lu Bu snorted coldly.

"My knife is more important than my life. If you give me my knife back, I will be a prisoner. Otherwise, you can kill me!" Zhou Cang said in a muffled voice.

Damn! Lu Bu couldn't help but curse in his heart, pressed Zhou Cang and arrived in front of Zhou Cang's big knife, grabbed his thick-backed machete, and handed it to Zhou Cang.

He was not afraid of Zhou Cang's tricks. Fang Tian's painting halberd was pressed against Zhou Cang's waist and could take Zhou Cang's life anytime and anywhere.

Zhou Cang gently stroked his big knife, as if he was stroking his beloved wife. He touched him for a long time before he calmly said to Lu Bu: I want to ride a horse, let me ride your horse!

Lu Bu frowned. Zhou Cang could not have reached such a situation, but he still wanted to escape!

"I'll ride with you!" Lu Bu agreed to see Zhou Cang again pretending that you would rather die if you didn't let me ride.

Zhou Cang rode on the horse, raised a big knife in his hand, and suddenly showed a silly smile, and said loudly: My father said: Good man, be a straight sword! But for a long time, my family is poor and can't afford a horse. When I can afford a horse, I am afraid of falling and not learning how to ride a horse. Today, I finally got what I want, and a straight sword will be right. A horse is a horse, and a knife is a good knife! I am also half a senior general.

"I'm not cowardly in my life! It's not a loss! Brothers of Yellow Turbans, we'll see you again in the next life!" After Zhou Cang said that, a big knife wiped it hard towards his neck.

Lu Bu was shocked, where is this?

He punched Zhou Cang on the back of his back, and then kicked Zhou Cang out of three feet.

"Tie!" Lu Bu ordered his soldiers to return to the formation.

"Good man, stand up with a halberd!" Lu Bu shouted silently in his heart.
Chapter completed!