The stone stairs were steep, and the Cao army soldiers were wearing heavy armor, making it more and more difficult to climb. Most of them held their heads in their mouths, freed up their hands to pick up the uneven rock cracks on the ground, and climbed up with the force. When they were about to climb to the top of the stone stairs, Ding Feng led his men to arrive, and swords and guns fell.

The stone staircase was too narrow, and at most two people could only be allowed to run in parallel, so the two Cao soldiers at the forefront held a knife in one hand and tried their best to block it. However, the position of Ding Feng's troops was slightly wider, enough for four or five people to slash hard. Because it was flat ground, a spear poked out from behind them and stabbed them in a scattered manner.

Two Cao soldiers immediately became slaughtered. One of them was stabbed in the forehead, half of their helmet flew away, and their heads were broken, and they immediately fell to death. The other one was stabbed by a spear in the lower abdomen, and blood gushed out, and the intestines were flowing out, with extremely tragic shapes.

But these Cao troops were worthy of being elite. The deceased was immediately filled with the position of the person following the back row, and they still rushed forward regardless of the care. The one with a big belly opened with a big mouth, roared and rushed forward. After being hit by one after another, they finally hugged the other person and rolled to the ground. The two of them used short swords to slam the other person, and after a few strokes, they all stopped.

Ding Feng's troops tried to take the opportunity to push Cao's army back, but the warriors rushing in front were immediately shot down by the dense rain of arrows from Cao's army. Ding Feng shouted and directed the left and right to fight back with arrows and flying stones. For a moment, the locusts almost blocked their sight and cleared all the living things at the end of the stone stairs.

After the tragic wave of arrows, Cao's movements were finally faster. Then they entered the battlefield were two extremely tall warriors of Cao's army. They were all wearing thick fish-scale iron armor and holding weighted long-handled axes. Perhaps because the weapons and armor were too heavy, they did not carry shields. They were purely relying on armor to block arrows on the mountain road. At this moment, there were more than a dozen arrow feathers all over their bodies, and they rustled with their movements, like crazy giant porcupines.

The two of them waved their long axes left and right, easily smashed the approaching swords and guns, forcing the enemies surrounded by three sides to drive away, then snatched forward, dancing the big axe and slashed wildly.

Ding Feng had a long-lasting man who was very strong and approached one of the enemies from the side, holding a round shield in both hands to catch the big axe. As a result, the momentum of the axe blade falling was unstoppable. In the blink of an eye, there were only a series of crackling sounds. Many bones were broken, not only the round shield left and right, but even the people were left and right. The blood of the big bun splattered around with the dead as the center, as if a huge blood flower exploded on the flat ground.

It happened that a stream of blood splattered on the face of the Cao army warrior, making his eyes blurred, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but ease. This was an opportunity!

Ding Feng seized this opportunity. Previously, he approached with the cover of his fellow corpse who died in battle. The Cao army warriors slowed down. Ding Feng stepped forward with a short knife with a thick back and a wide blade in his palm pointed at the gap in the opponent's neck.

Although the Cao army warrior was stabbed in the neck and only roared a few times, he did not fall to the ground immediately. Instead, he slashed at Ding Feng with an axe. Ding Feng drew his sword and blocked it. With his movement of drawing the sword, a blood arrow ejected from the neck of the Cao army warrior. The next moment, the two swords and axes collided. Ding Feng couldn't stand it, and he stepped back five or six steps in a row, turned over and flashed back into his own queue. The Cao army warrior stood staggeringly, slowly kneeling down, and no longer moved.

In a moment, Ding Feng's subordinates died in battle, and three elite Cao's soldiers were killed, unable to break through the tight defense set at the end of the stone stairs. The battle continued, and the two sides repeatedly fought and collided in the narrow space at the end of the stone stairs.

Knife, sword, gun, spear, arrow, flying stone crazily seized life. The blood of the dead and injured splattered all over the sky, dyeing the ground red, and then pouring down the stone stairs one by one. Everyone knows that the stone stairs are the most critical point, but no one can insist on breathing here.

Ding Feng rushed to the front again and again, leading his subordinates to the direction of the stone stairs. Due to the limitations of the terrain, at most seven or eight people could stand on the contact surface, and the others were pushing outside to replace the injured companions in front at any time. The terrain restricted the Cao army much more. They could only invest two or two troops, facing opponents who were superior in number and could repeatedly rotate to cover, which was almost the same as killing death. However, the Cao army soldiers continued one after another, and their pace of progress was not hesitant at all because of the difficult situation!

Zhang Liao stood directly under the stone stairs to supervise the battle. He leaned against the rock wall behind him and made a way for the soldiers who were in front of him. Looking up, he could see that several soldiers on the stone stairs climbed up one after another. When he went up, his vision was blocked by the edge of the platform, and there was no specific fighting scene. He could only hear the constant shouts of killing, and the sound of weapons colliding was always clattering above his head.

As time went by, Zhang Liao became more and more anxious: including the two that had just been up, nearly thirty extremely elite warriors had already crossed the stone stairs. These were heroes who followed Zhang Liao on the battlefield countless times and never rushed to death. They chose one in a hundred in terms of courage and courage, and they could be called the waist of the entire army... But the battle always happened at the end of the stone stairs. They died in vain and could not stand their feet, let alone push forward half a step!

"Continue to shoot arrows!" He shouted to his subordinates who kept arching in the back. However, the elevation of the mountain road here was a little far behind. The archers consumed very quickly. The arrow flew up in a huge arc, but he was weak and powerless halfway. Because of the obstruction of the rock wall, he could not see the target at all, and could not tell whether he had shot it.

From the moment he saw the steep stone staircase with his own eyes, Zhang Liao knew that he had been fooled by the bandits. On the mountain road more than 20 miles ago, he had at least three chances to destroy the bandits' resistance, but the bandits took advantage of his contempt and took advantage of his love for the lives of his subordinates, making various false situations to confuse his judgment, and finally retreated here with his will.

Now, the bandits are shaking with the terrain!

Such a situation was almost humiliating for Zhang Liao. He realized more and more clearly that these bandits were not ordinary bandits, and they had to use all their strength to treat them!

Zhang Liao lowered his head slightly, raised his seven-foot short spear behind him, and stepped forward to the middle of the mountain road. Zhu Gai arranged troops behind the mountain road, and was far away. At this time, seeing Zhang Liao taking action, he quickly shouted loudly: "General! Don't be impulsive, General! Don't take risks yourself!"

Zhang Liao seemed to have no idea and didn't even look at Zhu Gai. He waved his short spear with one hand and instantly attracted the attention of the soldiers in front and behind the mountain road.

"Everyone, our army was ordered by the Prime Minister to wipe out the rebels. Five days ago, hundreds of troops were lost, but no achievements were achieved! Do you think it is because our armor is not as strong as the bandits? Is it because our weapons are not as sharp as the bandits? Is it because our army is arrogant and lazy? Is it because our army has no determination to fight to the death? I don't think it is!"

Zhang Liao held a gun in one hand and pointed to the end of the stone staircase: "Bandits are bandits. From beginning to end, what they rely on is nothing more than the terrain advantage! Now, I will personally charge into the battle, smash the terrain advantage of the bandits, and open a path for you! Are you willing to follow me and win with me?"

Who is Zhang Liao? He is a famous general who has fought in the world and a symbol of victory in the hearts of the soldiers. If those elite warriors are the waists of the army, then Zhang Liao himself is the courage of the army and the soul of the army! He only used a few words to make the soldiers excited.

Countless people shouted wildly and agreed: "Yes! Willing! Follow General Zhang!"

Zhang Liao turned around and walked forward and climbed the stone stairs.

The stone stairs are extremely steep and almost vertically upward. The so-called steps are just small pits smashed on the rock wall. At this time, bright red blood flowed down from the top of the stone stairs, leaving behind a half-solidified ochre slurry in each pit. When you step on them, you will make a slight sound and feel a little sticky.

Zhang Liao grabbed the rugged rock beside the stone stairs with one hand and stabilized his body, climbing up step by step. Looking up, he saw the heels of the soldiers in front of him, and looked slightly turned to look aside. The huge valleys of deep rivers seemed to be huge and uninvited, and were about to swallow him. It looked more and more similar to the mountains of Yanmen Pass. Zhang Liao muttered, and he felt a little dizzy, so he simply closed his eyes and followed the soldiers in front of him and continued to climb.

A scream came from the front, and then someone fell down the mountain along the direction of the stone stairs; Zhang Liao didn't bother to check it, and he didn't know whether it was his subordinates or bandits. Go up five or six steps and reach the platform occupied by bandits. The soldiers in front roared, waved their swords and shields to rush forward, and disappeared from their sight in an instant. Zhang Liao pressed the stairs with one hand, kicked with both legs, and followed the soldiers in front to the platform.

A light flashed in front of him, and someone slashed his shoulder, hitting his iron shirt, and then slid away; the strong impact caused Zhang Liao to hurt severely. But he didn't care to check the wounds on his shoulder, because at the same time, the strong wind was blowing in his ear, and a long spear pierced the diagonally.

Zhang Liao calmed down slightly, avoided the spear head, then stretched out his left hand and tugged it tightly. His clenchymal force was far more powerful than ordinary people. As soon as he exerted his force, he dragged the enemy who was firmly holding the spear for several steps. When the enemy soldier hurriedly let go and retreated, he had already been pierced through the chest by Zhang Liao's short spear with his right hand.

Zhang Liao captured the enemy's spear in his hand and flew to the front right. The enemy soldiers who had previously swung their swords and slashed Zhang Liao's arms were about to move forward again, but the spear thrown by Zhang Liao hit the throat. The spear penetrated into the head and neck, and then pierced through the back of the neck. The slender blade almost cut off the neck.

Zhang Liao was wearing a armor that was more sophisticated than ordinary people, and his skills were so fierce. Even if the elite soldiers led by Ding Feng who were besieging on three sides did not recognize the red tail feathers floating on his helmet, who would not know that this must be a brave general in the Cao army formation. The general took the battle himself? Without orders, many people were holding swords and guns, and rushed forward with the intention of besieging Zhang Liao.

However, with Zhang Liao's military and bravery, how could ordinary soldiers fight against it? His armor was instantly shot in many places, but it was almost intact. The seven-foot short spear in his hand was spine with fine iron, and there were sharp blades several inches long on both sides. It was both heavy and extremely powerful. Seeing that the enemy's swords and guns were about to reach their bodies, he exerted force and swung his short spear, and then a cold light surged. The next moment, the broken weapon flew everywhere, and the splashed blood shot forward in a fan-shaped shape. The originally lively warrior instantly lost his life and fell heavily to the ground.

The simplest horizontal slash, however, maximized the power of Zhang Liao's whole body, which was the condensation of decades of combat experience and skills. In the battlefield where hand-to-hand combat, Zhang Liao's spirit was highly excited, his attention was highly concentrated, and he could exert his reaction speed and judgment than ordinary people. Although he was facing many attacks from the enemy, he shouted and fought hard, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable!

This is the irreplaceable role of the generals of Xionghu on the battlefield: With their extraordinary courage, they can smash all plans. Without a path, they forcefully break out of the path; if the situation is unfavorable, they forcefully reverse the situation!
Chapter completed!