The Yellow Turban Thiefs all wore coarse cloth yellow clothes, disheveled hair, and applied yellow turban to the forehead.

The yellow figure was like a swarm of locusts, with yellow figures everywhere among the green mountains and green waters. Most of these people were holding axes and sickles, and there were a large number of old and young women. Unlike the village warriors who were shocked by the sea, Gao Yuan clearly saw the real situation of the Yellow Turban Army with a sharp gaze.

Indeed, as Zhang Yinan said, although these Yellow Turban soldiers were large, they were a mob. The people not only had simple equipment, but also lacked training. Only thousands of people at the front were fully equipped with swords and armor and neatly lined up. The team of men held high the banner of Cheng, and there were several horse-riding armor in the middle, which was particularly prominent among the Yellow Turban thieves. They were obviously the leader of this group of Yellow Turban thieves.

The Yellow Turban Army obviously did not take Liu Bei's 500 men seriously, so the brigade still advanced slowly and did not form formations and set up defenses. In fact, although the Yellow Turban Army did not set up any formation, or even had any unified orders, tens of thousands of people brought dust flying all over the mountain and rushed down the hillside with an irresistible momentum.

Comparing the number, Liu Bei's 500 people could not even beat the waves, and they would be swallowed up by the yellow crowd.

Liu Bei looked at the Yellow Turban Army a hundred feet away and said calmly: "Although the bandit army is numerous, the formation is scattered and the strength is divided, the people are weak and the aura is weak, the commander is arrogant and does not know the soldiers. Although it is hundreds of times more powerful than me, it is just a sign of emptiness, which is not to be afraid of." Liu Bei said as he pointed to the distance flag and said in a deep voice: "Resist the country and rebels, you will not surrender..."

Although Liu Bei's voice was heavy, it was made with force. For a moment, the words "successful" were roaring and echoing. The Yellow Turban Thieves' Army's momentum suddenly weakened, and the surging crowd seemed to be intimidated by the sound and stopped for a while.

Several commanders of the Yellow Turban Thief Army under the banner were all furious. This man dared to be so arrogant when facing a hundred times of the enemy. One of them was wearing black chain armor, holding up the long spear in his hand and shouting: "The sky is already there." Before he finished shouting, he saw a little cold star shining. He was shocked and suddenly realized that it was the sharp edge of the long arrow, and was penetrated by a black light and fell off his horse.

The man was still not allowed to die on the ground for a while. He covered the black feathers with his hands with his long arrows in his throat and shouted. After a few breaths of pain, the man kicked his legs and died completely.

This arrow was like a meteor from the sky, without any warning when it came. The man was also a master. He watched the arrow break through the air, but he didn't have time to react and died by an arrow. For a moment, all the commanders of the Yellow Turban Army under the banner were shocked by the power of the arrow and were speechless.

The Yellow Turban Army was weaker at this point.

Guan Yu, who was sitting upright on the horse, put down his longbow and whispered, "It's so long." Zhang Fei said excitedly, "It's good to shoot." Zou Jing was also moved by the arrow, his expression changed slightly, and then he shouted loudly, "The clouds are powerful and powerful, which shocks the enemy's courage." At this time, the five hundred townsmen understood what was going on, and cheered together, and their momentum was greatly boosted.

In the Yellow Turban Army, the commander Cheng Zhiyuan was as deep as water, and the deputy commander Deng Mao offered advice on the side: "The last general is willing to go and call the enemy general to kill the enemy general to boost our army's power." Cheng Zhiyuan pondered for a while and waved his hand and said, "Okay, I will cheer for you."

Deng Mao was only thirty years old, but he was always suppressed by Cheng Zhiyuan. He asked for battle at this time to show his might and gain the morale of the army. He heard that Cheng Zhiyuan allowed him to fight, and he was happy again. He slapped his gun and went out to call the battle.

Cheng Zhiyuan waited for Deng Mao to go far before he whispered to himself: "The courage of an ordinary man. We are a hundred times more powerful than the enemy. We should crush the enemy with the force of Mount Tai. Humph, come on, pass the order. No matter what Deng Mao wins and loses, our army will just take advantage of the situation and press forward. The drums are sounded, and the three armies advance together..."

"Dongdongdongdongdong..." The low and desolate drum sounded the heaven and earth, and with the drum sound, the footsteps of the Yellow Turban Thieves gradually became neat. Tens of thousands of people were vaguely spread into a geese-wing formation under the leadership of the central army and began to advance forward again. Unlike the scattering in front, the power of tens of thousands of people finally gathered together at this time, and the power to destroy everything burst out.

Seeing this scene, Liu Bei and others looked solemn. They thought the bandit army was just a mob, but then they realized that the leader of the bandit army was well aware of military tactics and had just had a leisurely manner before and despised everyone. Only after seeing Guan Yu reveal a magic arrow, they became cautious.

Deng Mao was holding a gun in front of the formation and shouting: "Those who hurt people with hidden arrows dare to come out to decide the outcome."

This world worships heroes the most, and military generals also like to show off their bravery in front of the two armies. This move not only gains reputation for courage, but also can also destroy the morale of the enemy and even destroy the fighting spirit of the enemy. Victory will be at your fingertips. Therefore, the military power of the military can be maximized in this world. A brave general can easily decide the victory of a war.

For example, generals like Cheng Zhiyuan who like to plan strategic formations are only a minority. Moreover, such people will always be despised. This is also the fundamental reason why Deng Mao even though he knows that he is sure to win, he still has to take the risk of going out to challenge the formation.

At this moment, Deng Mao immediately speared his gun against the huge backdrop of the 50,000 Yellow Turban Army, which was marching behind him, and his momentum rose to the peak. Zhang Fei saw Deng Mao's arrogant look and said furiously: "Don't be crazy, look at your life!" Zhang Fei said as he was about to slap the horse out of the formation, but Liu Bei grabbed the reins and said: "Don't be reckless, the thief is powerful. If you fight, you will be surrounded by the thief army regardless of the outcome. The thief army is insidious, so you must be guarded..."

Zou Jing also advised: "The thief is strong, so we might as well avoid his edge. It's not too late to come to steal the camp at night." Zhang Yinan's face turned blue in the team. This situation was completely different from the novels of the Three Kingdoms. The Yellow Turban Army, which was broken by Zhang Fei and Guan Yu, was so powerful, which was really beyond Zhang Yinan's expectations. Canglang whispered coldly and sarcastically, "I told you that this is a real world. It would be like what it would be if it was written in the novel." Canglang said and glanced at Gao Yuan, obviously also warning him.

Gao Yuan had already learned through his special spiritual resonance with Rongrong's Blood God Soul Locking, that the Bai Zhan Squad had already gone to Julu to plan Zhang Jiao's "The Strategy of Peace". He was also preparing to wait for Liu, Guan and Zhang Jiao to fight, not only would he destroy the new team, but also to obtain the magical weapons and unique skills of Liu, Guan and Zhang.

Since the Baizhan Squad has left, Gao Yuan has no scruples. He ignored Canglang and said loudly: "I am willing to go out to fight and take that man's head to offer his lord." As soon as Gao Yuan said this, not only many newcomers were shocked, but even Liu Bei, Guan Yu and others also showed strange looks.

Although Liu Bei praised the bravery that Gao Yuan said yesterday, although Liu Bei praised it very much at that time, it was just a means of comforting the superiors, and he didn't take it seriously. But when the troops were in the battle, he still dared to make such bold statements. This man was really a warrior. Zhang Fei was overjoyed and glared at him: "Good boy, I really saw the wrong person."

Liu Bei was still hesitating, but saw Guan Yu nodding slightly, knowing that he also agreed to go to the battle. "Okay, let this person try it. It's nothing if he dies. If he wins, his morale will be greatly boosted, and there may be a chance of winning." Liu Bei thought about it and had already made up his mind and nodded, "Okay, let's show our army's power and defeat the courage." After a pause, he instructed in a low voice: "If you don't win, you might as well retreat quickly."

Gao Yuan smiled in his heart. Liu Da'er really would win people's hearts. A word warmed people's hearts and had the charm of making people live to the death. Gao Yuan's face was also awe-inspiring, "I will live up to my lord's high expectations." After that, he made a big stride out of the array.

Even if you stand in the array, you can feel the vast momentum of the army advancing in a strait. Under the neat steps and drum beats, the ground began to tremble with the rhythm. When everyone was terrified and trembling, Gao Yuan dared to challenge alone. Looking at the lonely back that was striding towards the surging crowds, the newcomers were full of disbelief. This guy was crazy. Eliza said hatefully: "Look at how you died."

Canglang's eyes were complicated, and he didn't know whether this Indra had something to rely on or was really brave and fearless. No matter which one it was, he should not be humiliated easily.

Dongdongdongdongdong, seeing Gao Yuan come out alone, the drum sound of the Yellow Turban Army became more and more rapid, as if excited about the upcoming battle.

Deng Mao saw an infantryman coming out to fight, his fair face was already flushed with anger. It was really damn that the enemy dared to look down on him so much. He must have picked the man's head on the gun and humiliated him like this.

After Gao Yuan took a step out of the array, he could feel the eyes of tens of thousands of people on the other side being focused on him at the same time. Especially the fighting spirit and murderous aura of tens of thousands of people preparing to fight, and at the same time venting it with Gao Yuan as the point. That kind of powerful pressure is enough to break the warriors' courage.

When Gao Yuan felt this powerful pressure, his body also tightened, his heartbeat accelerated, his muscles tightened, his legs became weak, his eyes were dark and tinnitus, and these symptoms appeared at the same time. Only at this time did Gao Yuan truly feel the physical mental field of unity.

Then, the magic of the seventh consciousness reflected the information of all things in the heart one by one, and the surging spiritual position like mountains and sea immediately collapsed into a little bit of small spiritual power like dust under such a keen observation. This insight that all things are in the heart makes Gao Yuan full of confidence.

In front of the army, kill the enemy generals, intimidate the enemy's courage, and show the man's iron-blooded nature.

Gaoyuan's pace is getting more and more stable and faster. The qi and blood that should have been boiling are calm at this time as the eternal iceberg.

Seeing Gao Yuan getting closer, Deng Mao raked the stirrup and galloped. The black horse, black armor, and a sharp silver spear, in the sun, the smooth jumping muscles, the mighty armor, and the spear flashing with a cold light formed a dynamic killing picture.

And before riding a horse and racing Deng Mao, his lonely figure was so weak. The fate waiting for him seemed to be destruction.

The spear shook, and the cold spear light formed a huge spear flower in the sun. Liu Bei and others felt a chill when they saw the spear flower. The man's name was unknown, and his martial arts reached the point where the true qi control weapon was released. He was already a first-class master.

The blooming gun flower waited in front of Gao Yuan, and then condensed and turned into a straight silver rainbow. In front of the war horse, Gao Yuan's seemingly tiny black figure suddenly stood still, "Kill!" As Ruo Pili shouted in the air, a trained sword light rolled upwards. The silver rainbow collapsed in the sword light, and the divine black horse and the mighty and solemn black armored head soared into the sky at the same time.

The headless horse and the general rushed out more than ten feet with their sprayed blood before they collapsed into a dust.

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves were about to cheer loudly, but the tragic scene blocked the cheers in their throats. For a moment, tens of thousands of thieves were silent, and even the war drums fell silent.

Liu Bei's five hundred village warriors also fell silent in this huge rebellion.

Liu Bei pointed his sword forward and shouted, "I will win this battle, kill..." and said that, he rode his horse and ran out. The Wubai Township Yong, who was infected by the high martial spirit, burst out with strong fighting spirit at the same time, shouted, "Kill!"

Amid the sound of killing, five hundred people took Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei as arrows and penetrated the banner of the bandits' central army.
Chapter completed!