The blood-seeking steps stomped through the soft soil, and the burly body swayed.

Hua Xiong carried a long sword and spread his hair toward the enemy general on the ground. His nose and mouth were bleeding. Yuan Bing, who was hiding from his mouth, attacked with a slinger soldier. His almost weak arms raised and blocked them. His hair was swaying, and his whole body retreated crookedly. The scattered slingered and slanted. The slinger soldier who was blocked from attacking directly waved his punches on the iron armor. With a muffled sound, Hua Xiong shook again, constantly retreating, and soldiers rushed up...

Blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth, and Hua Xiong stared at Yuan Bing rushing towards him with anger.

He was from Guanxi. He first followed Gong Dong to fight the Qiang people, fought the rebels, won and lost, and killed people without blinking. He had no family at the beginning and never had any honor for the nation. He probably just went wherever he went. Later, he went to the north and killed people and set fire, but what he did was different from that time... He felt like a general from the Rong border.

The enemy general who had climbed up from the ground grabbed the spear and rushed up from his sight. His voice was loud and almost crazy: "Huaxiong, you have no way to retreat, surrender..."

"How can a great Huaxiong defeat the thief who is in trouble?"

The raised roar shook the eardrums. Hua Xiong raised his hand and raised his long sword to try to slash. A few steps away, Yuan Bing rushed up. Zhang He, who was almost crazy in front of him, shouted loudly, and his long handle stabbed him in at the other side. The iron armor burst under the tip of the spear, and blood was blooming.

Dozens of feet away, the horse's hooves roared, hitting the reef like a tide. Someone raised the sky. A white bloody cloak blew over the crowd's heads. The figure on the horse's back threw the dragon gall gun in a certain direction, drew the sword and cut the waves open. His eyes looked there with blood red, and his voice roared: "Zhang He! I'll kill you."

"Zhang He, die!!!"

Two completely different roars, Lu Bu, wearing a golden lock beast-faced beast-faced and swallowed his head, and tied his hair with a golden crown, rode his horse into the crowd, and directly hung a halberd to tie the bow. The bowstrings were shocked with the roar, and the arrow flew over with a sound of breaking through the air.

On the other side, the tiger's long sword was raised in the air. Hua Xiong held the spear head in his other hand and moved it back smoothly. A soldier rushed up. A large silver gun flew directly into the ground and hung it obliquely on the gun rod. Someone shouted: "Be careful!" Zhang He subconsciously shrank his head, something whistled from the side, took a few strands of hair, flew over from the top of his head, and nailed it to the nearby soldiers.

The scalp still hit the whole body, the scalp was torn and blood was flowing down from the forehead. On the other side, the high-rise tiger-mouthed knife suddenly waved in Hua Xiong's hand, chopped into the shoulder armor, and cut between the shoulders and neck. Zhang He was like a beast seriously injured and dying. He pressed the spear on the other party's abdomen with one hand, and the other hand held the blade that was trapped in the flesh and blood, and blood surged... Both figures fell down at the same time.

The sky is shining brightly.

The cavalrymen of the northern land surrounded by all sides, Youyan infantry crashed into the army, and the people who were fighting and shouting pushed in. The bow and cavalry wandered around, and the Heishan cavalry broke into the formation and set up a formation, and cooperated with the Youyan infantry who rushed in from the front to interweave. After half a stick of incense, the formation of five thousand bows and steps was disintegrated, and two thousand Yuan cavalry were dispersed and fled, leaving only the inconvenient Chongjie still making tenacious resistance. Soon, he was released to death by the guard wolf cavalry in the wilderness.

At the same time, a team of ten thousand people standing with the word "Wen" was coming from the northwest of the entire Guandu battlefield, as if they wanted to penetrate directly to the side of Yuan's army. The general named Han Meng, who was on the left wing, listened to the scout's message, took his troops and horses to prepare for the fight.

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Frequent war reports kept coming from the front, and the sound of horse hooves kept shaking the ground of the Yuan army's formation. The intensity of the war was still vaguely heard in the direction of Tucheng in the east. Yuan Shao on the chariot had sent a second army of 10,000 people over, but Cao Cao was still nailed there tenaciously.

The sun shone slightly in the west, and as the breeze swayed across the cloak, he was silent for a moment, and waved again: "I've been fighting for so long..." His voice suddenly rose: "........ embarrassing!!"

Starting from the morning of the attack on Cao's army, the two sides set up their formations in the field to attack, fighting against each other for 50,000 to 10,000 until noon. The original expectation in their hearts fell little by little. Yuan Shao, who had always wanted face, had to send another 10,000 troops to put pressure on him. However, with Gongsun Zhi coming from the west, the four military formations he had arranged earlier should be able to block the opponent. Even if he was worried, he reinforced Zhang He.

"Long-term battle will lead to exhaustion, and the command to attack with all your strength..."

When he issued the order, a fast horse galloped over from the left wing of the north. Before he could get close, he quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Report to the lord, General Han came to report and found that Wen Chou was leading his troops to come."

"Let him come"

Yuan Shao gave the soldier a command, and just as the other party was about to leave, he added: "He is the only one who comes here, and Han Meng will take over the army."

When the messenger ran away on horseback, the noise was faintly heard in the rear. As the main formation of the Jizhou army, it had 80,000 troops stationed. It was obviously impossible for the enemy to break in. However, the solemn atmosphere was conveyed from the rear, and the messenger brought news.

All four formations were defeated, Ying Shao was killed in the chaos of the army! The second formation, the third formation, Lu Kuang, and Lu Xiang were defeated, and the army was dispersed! The fourth formation, Tian Chou was defeated and was fleeing...

As the battle reports continued to come, tens of thousands of people fled to the side of the formation. The ten thousand troops led by Zhang He encountered the enemy on the way to reinforcements, and were then torn to pieces by Gongsun Zhi's troops. Zhang He's deputy general led the light cavalry to cover the defeated soldiers and retreated. The entire rear of Yuan Shao's formation was completely exposed. Even if he defeated the proud heavy cavalry under the wolf, it seemed less important.

On the battlefield to the west, the heavy armor was difficult to move. The strong man holding the halberd waved his weapons and roared, and an arrow shot into his neck and fell down. The fierce battle ended, and the figures of Yuan Bing who were fleeing could still be seen, but not many people were chasing him. The spots of blood were spread into a huge blood blanket and extended. Various figures of corpses were walking around, looking for companions who were just unconscious or seriously injured.

Gongsun Zhi looked at the heavy riders being carried out on the horse's back. Some were still breathing hard and moaning in the iron armor, while others had already died without recognizing it. Then he turned away and swept over the generals around him: "The sky is almost gone, and further forward is Yuan Shao's formation. If you want to echo Cao's army, you must fight again."

"It is impossible to defeat one time, but you can try it." Zhao Yun held the gentian, grinded his teeth, and showed his whiteness. Then he turned around, raised his spear, and slowly pressed down towards the front. The cavalry under his command began to move slowly, and other teams around had already rushed over there.

In the sky, a weak voice came from the stretcher.

"Chief, I'm sorry..."

In the tilted skylight, Jueying's figure on her back lowered her eyes and looked at Hua Xiong who was bandaged like a rice dumpling, and nodded.

"It is better to fail, and the injured wolf will become more cautious." Gongsun Zhi smiled and said softly, "But it seems that giving each of you a good armor is still beneficial."
Chapter completed!