After guessing the opponent's details, Zhang Liang quickly put his tail between his legs and became a man. He did not seek merit with the machete, but sought no faults. He went on the defensive with all his strength and tried his best to find opportunities to escape. This is also one of Zhang Liang's strengths. When he encounters
If you are an opponent you can't afford to offend, just hide away! Don't show off and wait to find death! Because Zhang Liang adopted appropriate tactics and was blindly on the defensive, Yan Liang couldn't kill Zhang Liang in his eagerness.
When Zuo Aoran saw that Yan Liang couldn't take down Zhang Liang for a while, he felt a little anxious. He glanced at Wen Chou and Xu Chu beside him. Wen Chou and Xu Chu understood. They shouted in unison and urged their horses together, swinging their swords.
, a dancing gun, one on the left and one on the right to kill Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang became anxious as soon as he saw it, and yelled: "Okay! You bastards, you damn radish-tasseled bastards, raised by your stinky wife!" Yan Liang didn't know that Wen Chou and Xu Chu came up to help, but Zhang Liang was killed.
Liang was stunned by the scolding, and Zhang Liang took advantage of Yan Liang's stunned opportunity to escape from the circle with a false slash, then turned his horse and fled back to the main formation.
Zuo Aoran was overjoyed when he saw this: "What a great opportunity!" He raised his leg and took off his big gun, pointed forward in the air, and shouted: "The Flying Cavalry Battalion attacks! Charge! Enter Guangping City! It's time to make contributions!
Kill!"
"kill!"
The cavalrymen of the Thousand Flying Cavalry Battalion responded with a roar. The sound was like thunder. Thousands of iron hooves stirred up smoke and dust in the sky, like a billowing stream of iron. They instantly passed Zuo Aoran and the generals and continued to sprint forward. The front row of cavalrymen
Suppressing the stabbing spears pointing straight into the void, hundreds of sharp stabbing spears pierced the cold wind, forming a suffocating forest of death. The following rows of cavalry raised their specially made excellent sabers above their heads,
The sharp cold glow made the darkness of the sky fade away.
"Come on! Destroy them! General Tiangong will embrace us! We will continue to destroy the officers and soldiers as before without any effort! Kill!" Zhang Liang waved the machete in his hand to boost his own morale and directed the soldiers to charge.
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"Ho~~"
Five thousand yellow turban warriors responded with wolf howls, waving their weapons and charging towards the cavalry of the Feiqi battalion without fear.
Although the Yellow Turban warriors fought fiercely and fearlessly, the cavalrymen of the Flying Cavalry Battalion still plunged into the chaotic charging formation of the Yellow Turban Army like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep, their sharp spears like straw.
The body of the Yellow Turban thief was penetrated, and the bloody massacre began!
When Zhang Bao from the Guangping City Wall saw something was wrong, he ordered a Yellow Turban bandit leader next to him: "The second team, the third team, and the fourth team of yellow scarf warriors go out of the city to support General Ren Gong!"
"Yes, General Digong." The leader agreed, turned around and walked down the tower.
After a while, three thousand yellow scarf warriors with bright armor and sharp weapons rushed out from the city gate and joined the team that resisted the cavalry attack. The first batch of yellow scarf warriors poured out of the Guangping city gate, followed by the second batch
, the third batch...
Zuo Aoran stood proudly before the battle, watching the batches of yellow scarf warriors pouring out of the city gate, his eyes narrowed to a slit, and he thought to himself: "Hey! It's now!" He waved the golden gun in his hand and shouted:
"Kill!" He took the lead and charged forward.
"Yo ho~"
"Hoha~"
"Ouch~"
Behind Zuo Aoran, Zhu Ci, Ouyang Lie, Zhang Xu, Wang Xiong, Gao Ping, Gao Huai, etc. all screamed strangely one after another. Like a stormy sea, they were sweeping towards the military formation of the Yellow Turban bandits scattered everywhere.
"Kill~~"
Liu Quan, Liu Hu, Ma Sheng and the soldiers of the assault battalion roared and moved forward with a roar, engaging in a desperate fight with the yellow turban thieves who came to cover them up like a tide. The swords flashed, the blood splattered, and there were roars and screams.
They were intertwined, and the broken limbs and bodies were flying wildly with blood. In this crazy and bloody time, there was only endless killing, killing, and killing!
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Realizing that his side's war situation was unfavorable, Zhang Bao was also afraid that his brother Zhang Liang would make a mistake, so he sent all the remaining nearly 80,000 Yellow Turban bandits in the city to Guangpingcheng, concentrated them on Zuo Aoran, and attacked Zuo Aoran's attack.
Ten thousand troops formed a semi-encirclement situation.
Seeing that Zhang Liang was not Yan Liang's opponent, he was very surprised. His younger brother had the courage to fight with a sword in his hand. However, he also arranged for several leaders to come forward to meet Zhang Liang and take the sword in his hand.
The most secret weapon "corpse soldiers" were used, preparing to launch a counterattack against Zuo Aoran's army. At the same time, they were preparing to launch the human wave tactic, relying on more to win, and completely eating up Zuo Aoran's army.
The battle below the city was very fierce. The Yellow Turban soldiers fell down in batches, and then batches of Yellow Turban soldiers rushed forward one after another. Zuo Aoran's army repeated one action over and over again, like a machine, killing.
The Yellow Turban thieves are harvesting their lives.
Zhang Bao stood on the top of the city with a cold look in his eyes. He snorted heavily and shouted: "Believers of General Tiangong, anyone who touches the power of General Tiangong will be killed without mercy!" After saying these few words, he stood on the top of the city.
, Zhang Bao didn't speak anymore, he raised his hands to the sky, grasped the head and tail of the rattan stick, and muttered something in his mouth, as if he was performing some special ritual.
Suddenly, the sky turned dark, the rumbling thunders intertwined continuously, and the rolling dark clouds covered the sky and sun, pressing heavily on the heads of the Zuo Family Army soldiers. They felt like they were suffocated, feeling nauseated, and couldn't see anything clearly.
, I just heard the sky shaking and the earth shaking, thousands of horses galloping, and the fire inside my body was burning, as if it was burned by the red fire all around...
The Yellow Turban soldiers were not shocked by the sudden change in the vision. Instead, their faces showed excitement, their eyes were burning, and they looked very strange. The originally extremely low morale was suddenly boosted!
"Yellow Turban Destiny!"
"The divine soldiers descend from heaven!"
"Slay demons and demons!"
"Good luck to the world!"
Countless Yellow Turban soldiers on the battlefield were shouting selflessly, and their momentum was overwhelming, as if they were really being helped by gods. More and more Yellow Turban soldiers shouted and poured out of the city gate, thinking of Zuo's army sweeping in like a tide.
The arrow was on the string and he had no choice but to fire it. After seeing the opponent launch an encircling charge, Zuo Aoran knew that he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off. All his troops had pressed forward, and only fifth brother Murong Ping's sharpshooting battalion was still holding down the formation.
, a big melee inevitably started under Guangping City.
Zuo Aoran flicked his big gun and killed the three yellow turban thieves in front of his horse. Seeing that the changes in the sky had a great impact on his soldiers, he quickly thought about it, suddenly had an idea, and shouted:
"There are unpredictable weather conditions, sunny days, thunder and rain, hehe! It proves that it's time to put away your clothes!" Zuo Aoran's very dramatic words, don't worry, it really works, and all the soldiers under his command instantly cheered up.
Waving the weapon in his hand, he continued to harvest the lives of the Yellow Turban bandits.
Suddenly, a medium-sized crack suddenly burst out on the ground. The air waves poured down like the sky river, spraying wildly into the sky. Countless ghosts flashed in colorful colors, breaking the waves, and filled the sky with low howling and strange sounds, and the yellow turban thieves.
Their shouts were in perfect harmony, shrill and long, and chilling to the heart.
Corpse soldiers continued to rush out from the broken cracks, and in the blink of an eye, half of the battlefield was covered. A rough calculation showed that there were at least eight or nine thousand soldiers, waving strange weapons with different deformities, and marched forward one after another.
