The Zuo athletes in the back rows raised the steel knife in their hands high above their heads, and the sharp cold light made the gray sky fade away.
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Under the leadership of Zuo Aoran, Zhu Ci, Liu Hu, Lu Kuang, and Lu Xiang, the athletes of the Zuo family plunged into the remnant formation of the Yellow Turban Army like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, and the sharp spears penetrated like straw.
The body of the Yellow Turban Thief was taken away, and the bloody massacre began!
The fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers met Bai Que's troops who were galloping from behind. Bai Que took the lead and galloped ahead. He saw the defeated Yellow Turban soldiers at a glance. He reined in the horse's reins and put the big gun in his hand.
Yiheng, shouted loudly: "Where is Pinghan?"
However, no one responded to his shouts three times. He raised his gun and shouted: "If you don't stop, don't blame me, Bai Que, for being ruthless!" Bai Que wanted to stop these defeated soldiers. Once he came, he could ask
Knowing the previous situation, secondly, if Ping Han dies, he can take the opportunity to absorb these hundreds of people into his own team and strengthen himself.
But no matter how he shouted, it had no effect. Of course, your own butt is on fire. Someone stands in front of you and asks you to stop, asking you how you feel today? Why are you running? There is 100% no one.
He will stop and explain to you, not to mention that there are a group of people behind him holding butcher knives high, harvesting your life!
When Bai Que saw it, he was furious. He flicked his big gun and stabbed three or four people to death in succession. However, it still had no effect. The signs of defeat were still like a revolving lantern, passing through both sides of Bai Que. Bai Que was so angry that he couldn't bear it.
, shouted: "Block the road and block their escape route."
The team of five thousand people walking on the mountain road was not very smooth. The team stretched very long. After passing by Bai Que's rapid advance, it became even more defeated. Hundreds of yellow turban soldiers blocked them. These yellow turban defeated soldiers
They gave up on the road to survival and fought desperately.
At this time, the stragglers behind Bai Que also followed up one after another. Seeing the chaos in front, they didn't know what was going on. They just thought that there was a war in front, raised their weapons and used them in a swarm.
, I didn’t realize until I got closer that it was one of my own people who had a quarrel.
There were thousands of people swarming up. The hundreds of people in the front understood what was happening, but the people in the back didn't understand. They continued to rush forward while shouting and cursing. Those behind were those who were left behind.
Those who fell further saw the scene here and didn't know what was going on. They all tried their best to flirt with the people where they gathered.
"kill!"
This loud shout tore through the air and pierced Bai Que's eardrum like a knife, causing a dull pain.
"kill!"
The three hundred athletes from the Zuo family behind Zuo Aoran responded with three cheers, and the momentum was overwhelming.
"The time for a man to make great achievements is now!" Zuo Aoran raised his steel sword high and slashed it down in the air, and his blood-heated voice resounded through the sky: "Kill!"
"kill!"
The three hundred athletes from the Zuo family responded to the three calls, fought bravely to be the first, and launched an overwhelming attack on the Yellow Turban thieves who had already turned into a mess.
The yellow turban rebels were in chaos, and Bai Que was at the forefront. During the Anti-Japanese War, this was called taking the lead, but in this era and in this state, it was called being stupid! Bai Que shouted several times before stopping the yellow turban soldiers.
They were in chaos, raised the big gun forward, and shouted: "Kill with me..."
As soon as the word "kill" came out of his mouth, Bai Que saw a flash of cold light. The look in his eyes turned from bright to dark, and slowly lost its look. A carved feather arrow suddenly passed through his throat, and a piece of arrow feather was
The outside of his throat trembled slightly, and a little blood dripped from the tip of the arrow.
When Qu Shuai died, there was chaos! Big chaos! Big chaos! Thousands of yellow turban thieves turned into a mess again...
The Yellow Turban bandits are in chaos. Don't look at the number of more than 5,000 people. Too many people will delay things. There are many elders in the team, and there are many who have fallen behind. We have to rush forward. There is a fight in the front, and there is a fight in the back.
Still don’t know what’s going on?
The front was defeated, but the back still didn’t understand! They bumped into each other, trampled on each other, and shouted and howled. Many of the Yellow Turban bandits were injured, at least one-third of their number was reduced. A man can’t move without a head, and a bird can’t move without a head.
Fei, this sentence is absolutely correct.
As soon as Qu Shuai died, these yellow scarf soldiers were like headless flies, rushing into each other! Zuo Aoran's three hundred red scarf troops were all brave people who were not afraid of death, and they fought with all their lives. Zhu Ci and
Liu Hu and Liu Hu were both fearless (otherwise they would have dared to be bandits!), and they rushed to kill at the risk of their lives.
After charging for a while, Zuo Aoran raised the steel knife in his hand and shouted: "Don't chase the poor invaders! Stop quickly and return to Lianglang Mountain Pass to get ready and rest. We are fighting fiercely behind you!" Don't look at what Zuo Aoran said!
It’s all vernacular, but it’s also an order. Who dares not to listen?
Everyone returned to Lianglang Mountain Pass and cleaned up the battlefield. Zuo Aoran almost ran out of breath and cried. These yellow scarf thieves were too poor. They didn't have anything valuable on them, not even decent weapons and armor.
, they only found three rusty knives, a broken spear (Bai Que's weapon), a piece of armor (Bai Que's) that was too broken to be broken, and two horses that could be lifted.
But there are two things that make Zuo Aoran very happy. The first thing is that none of his three hundred soldiers and horses were killed. Not only that, there were not even any injured. There is another thing, that is, in this battle,
According to Zuo Aoran's rough calculation, more than 2,500 Yellow Turban bandits were annihilated in the previous battle, and at least 3,000 were annihilated in the subsequent pursuit. The total number of enemies annihilated should be nearly 6,000.
There is a big gap between Zuo Aoran's rough calculation and the actual number of enemies annihilated. Pinghan's troops actually numbered 4,500, Zuo Aoran annihilated at least 4,000, and Baique's troops did number 5,000.
But if it is accurate to say that Bai Que had 5,800 people, more than 4,000 were actually raped, so Zuo Aoran actually annihilated 8,000 enemies, which is just a lot more.
"Report to Zhang Qushuai, there are many of our fellow Taoists fleeing ahead, and I don't know who they are."
Zhang Bai rode on his white horse, glanced forward (another signature move of Monkey King Sun Wukong, the Monkey King of Monkey King), and said: "Gather them together and absorb them into our team, and find a clever person."
If you are a little bit confused, I would like to ask him what happened."
"Yes!" The yellow turban soldier agreed, turned around and left. After a while, he brought a small yellow turban soldier with a ghost head, a toad's eyes and a dry and thin body.
"The younger one's name is Gou Si, and he is one of Ping Qushuai's subordinates."
Zhang Baiqi snorted and thought to himself: "It turns out they are Ping Tsai's subordinates. No wonder they are people who look like humans and dogs." He nodded and asked: "What happened ahead, why are you in such a mess?
?Did you encounter an ambush from the army ahead?"
The dog rolled his eyes, took a step forward, and lowered his head to the ground: "Zhang Qushuaiguo is a descendant of a good teacher. He can know things thousands of miles away just by counting with his fingers." When Zhang Baiqi heard this, he felt so beautiful.
It's so beautiful that I can't even find it. This is exactly what I said. There are many ways to wear it, but flattery can't wear it. As long as it's a human being, no matter it's a high-ranking 95 Supreme or a person who makes jokes in the market, it's all right.
He likes to hear good words and listen to others praise him. Zhang Baiqi is no exception.
