Liangchen was a native of Xihua, and he was an outstanding Yellow Turban Army soldier with a handsome face and a strong back.
The Yellow Turban Army also has its own elite troops. For example, the army of magicians under Zhang Jiao is the only organized magic unit. Of course, more of them select strong believers, who are physically strong.
An elite soldier who is engraved with talismans that have a body-strengthening effect.
Liangchen is one of them.
As one of the few Yellow Turban arms that can compete with the Han army, the warriors have only one advantage: they are powerful, even comparable to some tool-man lieutenants or generals.
Wearing the few pieces of iron armor that the Yellow Turban Army had, and armed with heavy weapons such as giant hammers, these guys were like a group of rhinos full of destructive power running rampant on the battlefield, with astonishing power.
Of course there are disadvantages.
This practice of tattooing talismans on the body is essentially squeezing the potential of human beings. It will not only greatly damage and fundamentally reduce life span, but also damage the thinking circuit of the brain, and the way of thinking of these people will become irreversibly different.
In this situation, it is commonly said that there is no cure for the mentally retarded person.
Because of the injury to Tianhe, Zhang Jiao vomited three mouthfuls of blood in order to create these talisman. These were supposed to be great weapons on the battlefield, but in the hands of the timid and fearful Peng Tuo, they turned into tools to guard the gate.
people.
The Yellow Turban Army held up the war-free card, so Liangchen and his party had no choice but to happily be a salted fish at the gate of the city, living a boring life of drinking and beating their colleagues every day.
It was dark at night, and several people gathered together again to have a drink, showing no military discipline.
What should we do if we face a group of idiots who are particularly capable of fighting?
The last wave of yellow turban lieutenants who tried to reason with these crazy gangs were almost beaten into pig heads on the spot. From then on, no one dared to control these domineering gangs.
Besides, lack of military discipline is a characteristic of the Yellow Turban camp.
After a few cups of cat pee, he fell asleep drunkenly, leaving only four people to keep a regular vigil.
"squeak"
A sharp friction sound woke Liangchen from his sweet dream. When he opened his eyes, it was just dawn.
What the hell, what kind of blind thing is disturbing people's dreams? I'm afraid I have forgotten that Liangchen likes to take action against those who are pretentious.
Liangchen rolled up his sleeves, picked up the hammer next to him and was about to start a fight with someone, but saw two sneaky people at the city gate pulling open the city gate, and a particularly wretched-looking man wearing night clothes.
The man stared straight at himself, showing eight shining teeth in a smile. At his feet, four brothers who were keeping vigil, including Aotian, one of Liangchen's friends, were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
This look, this sneaky, wretched guy, could it be that?
The flower picker who covets her own beauty!
"The thief! Nisnei!"
Wu Shi:???
"Duang!"
Wei Tuo's heavenly boots collided with the hammer, and Fu Lishi on the opposite side took three steps back.
Even when faced with elite units, players will naturally have an advantage in single combat, but this is the first time they have seen a non-military character who behaved like nothing happened after taking a full blow from him.
Fu Lishi was extremely bellicose, and suffered a small loss after being hit. Not only was he not timid, but his face showed excitement, his eyes were red, and he fought again.
What's even more troublesome is that there are still 20 of these powerful elite monsters.
A group of muscular brothers charge together, and Wang Yiyuan is bound to be covered with men, more men than men.
How could a light weapons player dare to play field battle with so many strong men? Wu Shi had to use the speed and flexibility of Wei Tuo's boots to deal with these NPC elites while shouting: "Come here and help!"
"No! This gate requires two people to read the message together for 30 seconds before it can be fully opened. You cannot stop in the middle. If you stop, the progress will be reset. Brother, please hold on a little longer!"
For 30 seconds, fearing that I would be caught by the pursuers behind me, the small hammer hit my chest, bang bang bang.
Wu Shi is now using the active acceleration skill of Wei Tuo's Heavenly Boots to barely put a little distance between him and his brother behind him. However, once he gets too far away from the city gate, the pursuers will immediately give up the pursuit and turn to attack the two who are opening the door to read the message.
A tool man.
If something happens to them again, I'm afraid they will have to wait until their brother Wang Yiyuan kills the 100,000 Yellow Turbans in the city before they can find a way to open the city gate.
"Bang!"
Another heavy hammer struck, hitting Wu Shi less than a foot away. The huge force directly left a dent on the ground.
Wu Shi stepped on the hammer that had not yet been raised, and with the power of the opponent's swing of the hammer, he jumped up and kicked the strong man in the face. Although there was no
He delivered a fatal blow, but succeeded in making the opponent lose his balance and fall down.
"Yeah drink!"
The warrior was about to finish his attack, but there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, so he had to quickly do a backflip and hit the other warrior's head with an eagle step.
Behind him, another Fu Lishi smashed his hammer on the head, hitting the head of the old Fu Lishi guy who was lying on the ground, directly smashing it into a mosaic of yellow and white on the ground.
Damn it! Beat up my teammates!
"Where to go!"
Two more hammers were thrown into the air, almost touching the scalp of the strong man under his feet, forcing Wu Shi back again!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" I saw the strongman man Wu Shi was stepping on, but he shouted loudly, and the hammer in his hand turned into a phantom, and he hammered hard on his head!
"Crack!"
Wu Shi had already jumped away, and the hammer naturally flew into the air. The handle of the hammer, with its remaining power, hit the strong man in the face, leaving a rectangular bruise on it. When he looked at the strong man again, his eyes were full of surprise.
Mao Jinxing fell down softly.
Damn it! Beat myself up!
Seeing this scene, Wu Shi suddenly understood how to deal with these seemingly powerful muscular barbarians.
"kill!!!"
There is a word to describe the ancient battlefield: a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
During the infiltration mission, the corpses of the killed NPCs would not be refreshed. Wang Yiyuan was forced into a corner. After the Yellow Turban soldiers solved the crowding and stampede caused by the car accident inside, these Taiping Dao fanatics came in waves like waves.
Bo charged towards Wang Yiyuan.
The alley is not wide, and there are not many NPCs who can rush towards it at once, but it is not so narrow that Wang Yiyuan's long sword cannot be used, which is very suitable for Wang Yiyuan's performance.
Three or four yellow scarf NPCs jumped up and slashed at Wang Yiyuan with their swords. The green light of [Yan Yue] flashed before, and the three of them turned into four pieces and fell to the ground.
At Wang Yiyuan's feet, there was a small slope about 4 meters high, composed entirely of corpses. Red mosaics flowed all over the ground, and at the end was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He stood at the highest point, holding the knife with one hand and staring coldly below. A group of yellow scarf soldiers surrounded him, but they were too timid to step forward.
The Yellow Turban Army did not have elite soldiers and lieutenants with relatively strong combat effectiveness, but such characters did not join the battle immediately. As a result, they were bundled up in a corner of the crowd with countless other Yellow Turban soldiers, and they could only watch the king helplessly.
Yiyuan slaughters his teammates like a demon.
In Wushuang, consecutive kills by a single player will affect the enemy's morale.
The system prompts: "You have defeated 1,000 enemies in a row in a single battlefield and have reached the weapon proficiency upgrade conditions. Your [Blade Mastery] has been upgraded to [Blade Mastery], and you have temporarily obtained [The Coming of Ghosts and Gods].
Effect."
In the eyes of the Yellow Turban Army below, Wang Yiyuan had turned into a man-eating evil ghost with a green face and fangs. Combined with the corpses on the ground, the scene was like a hell.