The crowds of people were running wildly, and the ground was shaking.
Under the red sunset sky, tens of thousands of people came from all over the mountains and plains. The shapeless tide kept advancing. The moment Wei's outer defenses came into contact, they were overturned, knocked down, and trampled by the clay sculptures of yellow scarf warriors.
The body, which was not yet fully dead, was smashed into the layers of Wei soldiers' formation.
The Wei soldiers in other directions heard the order, abandoned the besieged Liang Qi, and gathered there as quickly as possible. However, what came into view was that the comrades in front seemed to have been crushed by ten thousand horses, and their bodies were shattered.
They fell down, the people who were thrown away screamed and fell in the air, and the broken bodies were trampled into the mud with blood lines.
The moment a Wei army general was knocked away by one of his subordinates, he looked at the right moment and stabbed the enemy's arm wrapped in yellow scarf in front of him with a knife. The arm fell with the sand in it. The enemy turned his bearded face and struck with one arm.
He grabbed the school face, lifted it up, and smashed it to the ground. Blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, and he rolled on the ground, no longer human.
"Mage..."
"Mage!"
Qiu Mingren's face was pale from excessive blood loss. He was constantly retreating under guard by his own soldiers. His eyes were wandering around, looking for the worldly expert who was lurking with the army.
Without each other, they would not have been able to hide from the many checkpoints in Liang territory and the patrolling soldiers and horses. They suddenly encountered such a counter-ambush, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the troops killed were definitely not ordinary people.
But even though he called several times, the old man did not appear. The retreating army formation was pushed forward, and the soldiers resisted with all their strength to prevent their general from being squeezed down and trampled. Among the countless crowds of people, the enemies who came to kill them were crushed.
The figure was finally clearly visible in the rear formation.
A yellow turban warrior with a broken arm, covered in blood, struggled forward with several steel knives stuck in his body. He waved the long knives in his hand, and the several Wei soldiers who were killing him fell down screaming after being hit by the knives.
These are not people!
This thought flashed through Qiu Mingren's mind. The yellow scarf with severed arm over there had already seen him, let out a roar, and pointed at him with a knife in one hand.
Several almost equally strong yellow turban figures passed him from the left and right, knocked away the dozen or so Wei soldiers who were intercepting him, and headed straight for the Wei general who was being guarded by dozens of personal soldiers.
"Escort the general to withdraw!"
This kind of desperate dismissal is not unheard of, but this kind of undefeatable soldiers has frightened the courage of many people. Seeing those yellow scarves heading straight this way, the Wei soldiers turned around and ran away along the way. Only those
While yelling, a small private school formed a defense line with twenty people. They didn't even have shields. They just held their swords horizontally and stared at the several strong figures who were quickly approaching. Their teeth were sore that they were gritting. The moment the opponent approached,
Their hysterical roars of "Ah!"
Under their eyes, they looked as strong as a human body, and the swords they wielded instantly magnified in their eyes.
next moment.
There were several loud impacts. The first yellow scarf warrior to rush hit a person, knocking his body upside down. At the same time, his body was chopped to pieces with several knives, revealing the color of soil, and his head was also rushed by the schoolmaster.
With one slash, the running body turned into sand and fell to the ground.
However, the other five yellow scarf warriors rushed into the crowd from both sides, mowing them down with their swords, stepping on the opponent's hands and feet, and rushed forward. One of the yellow scarf warriors had the blade stuck on his shoulder and threw the general.
on the ground.
The sound of fighting boiled over the field. Qiu Mingren, who was being retreated by the guards, looked back. In just a few breaths, the small formation of twenty people was reduced to pieces. The soldiers were knocked away. The only three yellow scarf warriors left were still there.
Keep running towards him at a furious speed.
"Stop him! Stop him!"
Qiu Mingren no longer cared about his image and the severe pain from his broken arm. His face was full of panic. He kept directing the soldiers around him and even those further away to come forward. But at this time, the sound of fighting covered up his orders.
Many people heard this, but chose to quietly retreat to the edge of the battlefield.
There were only a dozen or so people around.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves was approaching. Qiu Mingren hurriedly turned his head. Two or three horsemen rushed towards him with momentum. He pressed his remaining arm and rolled on the spot to avoid the slashing knife, while the dozen or so relatives
The soldiers were not so lucky. The moment they were entangled by the cavalry, more than ten yellow scarf warriors came through from the front battlefield.
"Mage!"
Qiu Mingren shouted one last time, but when there was still no response, he limped towards the edge of the battlefield with his knife in hand. However, the next moment, a war horse dodged and collided with him, and a long sword stabbed out, and it struck gold.
Tie Jiao Ming, Qiu Mingren raised his sword to block it, but his body was still staggered by the force of the opponent's horse.
The person standing in front was General Chen Qingzhi, who had thick eyebrows, short beard and a majestic look.
"You're lucky to have someone to help you!"
Qiu Mingren held the knife, opened and closed his bloody teeth, and sneered: "But do you dare to kill me? Do you know that my father..."
The law——
The war horse neighed and leapt forward violently. Chen Qingzhi raised his hand and struck out with a sword, whistling and shouting: "Father, mother -"
The white robe was shaken open, and the sword was slashed down with an afterimage.
puff!
Qiu Mingren's eyes widened as he was speaking, and blood flowed down the bridge of his nose like spring water. His tall body shook twice, and he fell to the ground with the saber in his hand falling.
In the scene of the corpse falling heavily to the ground, among the chaotic running of the Wei soldiers, a figure could be seen clearly through the gap. He shook his head regretfully and turned his gaze to the King of Beihai under the banner over there.
That's his goal.
The yellow scarf warriors suddenly appeared at the moment and were killing the fleeing soldiers. General Liang was also not far away. The gap exposed over there was the best opportunity.
When this group of soldiers controlled by magic came in, he thought of a good strategy, killed the target, and escaped quickly without any entanglement. The monk lurking in the dark was probably still searching for his energy in the crowd.
'Only one chance.'
The old man thought to himself, his figure was like a shadow, swimming quickly under the feet of the fleeing crowd. Where there was no shadow, he got out of the ground, gently stepped forward, and swooped to the feet of the shadowed soldiers in front of him, making the guardian
Liang Qi from Dazhi rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was seeing things in vain.
'Is there anyone?'
When he looked again, he still saw his comrade standing there on horseback, and did not see any extra figures. However, the moment he turned his gaze elsewhere to be alert, a black figure suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision, and he turned his head again
, the prince under the banner also noticed something and turned his head to look, and Chen Qingzhi over there turned around.
Among the intertwined visions, an old man rushed out of the shadows, opened his sleeves, and a green snake flew out.
"It's done!"
The old man's face showed joy, but the next moment, the green snake that flew through the air suddenly turned into two parts and fell to the ground. While the old man was shocked, his arm also split open in an instant, and blood dripped from it.
He kept staring at me.
The old man simply rushed to the woods and disappeared under the shade of the trees.
…
Chen Yuan shook his head. This ascetic had a low level of cultivation and was much inferior to the group of people at the beginning. How could he be sent to do such a big thing?
Immediately, he turned around and walked into the forest. It was enough to help here, but he still had important things to do. The rest was up to Chen Qingzhi to achieve his reputation for future generations.
Returning to the original place, the fat Taoist sat on the stone and yawned, and the little Taoist boy squatted under the tree and played with ants.
Seeing Chen Yuan coming back, Lao Sun stood up quickly: "How is it?"
"It's settled, let's go... Where is the wounded soldier?"
The fat Taoist pointed to the path in the forest, "He woke up and shouted to leave. We are not bandits and robbers, so we naturally didn't stop him. He probably went back to fetch reinforcements."
"Then let him."
Chen Yuan smiled, raised his hand and waved his wide sleeve, and a few wisps of fresh air flew from the distance and fell into his palm.
…
At the same time, the battlefield has come to an end, and there were only a few thousand Wei soldiers. Now they are scattered and dead, and they no longer pose a threat.
Chen Qingzhi and a group of Liangqi felt a little nervous when they saw the yellow scarf warriors all over the mountains and plains in front of them.
More of them were still confused. Just as they were about to go up to talk and ask, the motionless figure in the yellow scarf collapsed in front of their eyes and turned into a puddle of black mud. Everyone present was so shocked that they froze in place, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.