Cao Cao on the cliff took a deep breath, his face full of shock.
"Xiahou, can you do it?"
Xia Hou's eyes were full of shock. He looked at Fang Fan below, then at the broken door in front of him and the sawdust on the ground, and swallowed.
"I can't do it, my lord, I will never do it."
When he looked at Fang Fan again, there was no doubt, no ridicule, only admiration, and even a hint of admiration.
As if to say, this is what a real man should do!!
Cao Cao turned around, looked at the few people behind him, and asked.
"Can you do it?"
"It can't be done."
Several people behind him looked at Fang Fan below with solemn expressions.
After asking, Cao Cao turned around, looked at Fang Fan, and sighed.
"The best village in the world, the best person in the world, they really deserve their reputation!"
.......
Click!
One person crushed the cup in his hand, but he ignored it and looked at Mr. Bai.
"Mr. Bai, this..."
"Don't worry, it's just a little brute force. How can it be my opponent?"
Mr. Bai smiled warmly, took a sip of wine, and everything was under control.
.......
Zhang Ning looked at the broken village gate, his face changed drastically, and for the first time, he felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.
At this time, Xiao Lu came over with a group of people. This group of people were wearing yellow turbans and tied with yellow turbans on their heads. They were very disciplined and had tough and even fanatical eyes.
Seeing them coming, Zhang Ning's face softened a lot, but deep down he still felt a little uneasy.
The moment these people appeared, they were on the hillside.
"Damn it! The great virtuous master really left her the Taoist training method. Why! Why!"
The cup in Mr. Bai's hand was crushed to pieces, the gentleness and elegance on his face disappeared completely, and his face was twisted with jealousy, making him look extremely terrifying and ferocious.
The faces of the two people next to them were also extremely ugly, but their reaction was not as big as Mr. Bai's reaction.
On the contrary, they looked at Mr. Bai with a hint of mockery in their eyes.
Regardless of their reactions, Fang Fan was moved at this moment.
Behind Fang Fan, Li Yang, Lin Yi, and Fan Fei all moved. Together with the remnants of Tang Jie's troops, more than two hundred people followed closely and rushed into the village.
"kill!"
Although Fang Fan was angry, he did not lose his mind.
He did not rush into the village, but rushed up the wall and rushed into the Yellow Turbans who were preparing to attack.
He was unarmed, but his fleshy palms made a clanging sound when slapped on the sword. The Yellow Turban troops on the wall crowded together and were immediately rushed by Fang Fan, who ran down the wall.
As for the unlucky one, Fang Fan grabbed his legs and tore them apart violently, causing Fang Fan to slay in blood!
On the cliff, Cao Cao was amazed.
"He is truly a warrior."
At this time, Li Yang and others took advantage of the chaos on the wall and quickly rushed over to join Fang Fan.
After the rendezvous, Fang Fan's lethality was completely released, leading the army behind him to directly attack the chaotic Yellow Turban army formation.
Under the leadership of Fang Fan, the troops behind them formed a cone shape, with Fang Fan as the tip and leading the charge.
Li Yang and the other three followed closely behind them, expanding the gap created by Fang Fan on their left and right. Every move they made was extremely powerful, and they easily killed each Yellow Turban Army member.
"So strong."
Xia Hou shouted subconsciously.
"Even excluding Fang Fan, every one of the other three is capable of fighting with me."
Xia Hou was amazed, but also a little regretful.
"There are also those soldiers who are all extremely powerful. It's a pity that they are just a ragtag group of people who have no rules for cooperating."
Cao Cao listened on the sidelines and looked at the army below with a dangerous look in his eyes.
"Xiahou, if it were us, what are our chances of winning?"
Hearing this, Xiahou thought deeply and said bitterly: "If it weren't for Fang Fan, it would be 50-50."
Cao Cao didn't speak anymore, didn't ask any more questions, and continued to watch the battle.
The Yellow Turban Army had no ability to resist in front of Fang Fan and others. Although they were far more numerous than Fang Fan, they looked like a group of farmers.
If the Ning'an Army is a group of bandits and a mob, then the Yellow Turban Army is a group of civilians, a group of farmers. Although they are armed with weapons, they still cannot be called soldiers.
After a while, he was killed by Fang Fan and others.
Zhang Ning looked at all this, his face as cold as ice.
"Go, kill him!"
"Honor your command."
A soldier behind Zhang Ning said in a loud voice.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
This group of people was only a hundred, but they all behaved in the same manner, as if they were one person. As they approached the battlefield, their aura rose.
The momentum of the entire army was integrated into one, full of wild atmosphere.
As soon as he got close, he immediately attracted Fang Fan's attention and also aroused Fang Fan's murderous intention.
Immediately, Fang Fan changed his formation and rushed over.
On the cliff, Xiahou shook his head and sighed repeatedly.
"What a pity, what a pity."
"Xiahou, why is it such a pity?"
Cao Cao asked.
"Returning to my lord, although Fang Fan and his party are powerful in combat, they are fighting independently, and neither their momentum nor their attacks are integrated into one.
But the army opposite them is different. They look like well-trained troops at first glance.
The most important thing is that their training method should be a secret method that directly integrates their momentum.
This means that these one hundred people are all one body, a whole.
It's like a hard rock and a handful of loose sand.
There is certainly a lot of sand, but when faced with stubborn rocks, they will only collapse in one blow.
And once the army is defeated, no matter how strong Fang Fan is, he can only be strangled alive by the army, and there will be no second possibility.
Therefore, Fang Fan is in danger, and the Ning'an Army is in danger.
It’s just a pity that so many good men will be surrounded and killed again today by these remnants of the Yellow Turbans.”
Just when Xia Hou was feeling pity, Cao Cao nodded slowly and his expression became more relaxed.
Others also heard Xia Hou's words and stared closely at the battlefield below, especially those living people who joined Cao Cao's side. Their moods were a little complicated.
...
"Mr. Bai, the Yellow Turban warriors trained by the great virtuous master are extremely powerful. What should we do?"
Mr. Bai, who was dressed in white, had an extremely ugly expression on his face. He stared at the hundred yellow scarf warriors, his hands clenched and his joints turned slightly white.
Fang Fan didn't have a weapon in his hand, and he didn't flinch. He rushed forward and slammed his shoulder into the leading yellow scarf warrior.
Under everyone's gaze, Fang Fan collided with the Yellow Turban Warriors fiercely, and Ning'an Army collided with the Yellow Turban Warriors fiercely!
Bang!
Like a comet hitting the earth, an invisible loud noise resounded in everyone's mind.
Fang Fan didn't retreat at all, but a flush appeared on his face.
But the moment the other armies collided with the Yellow Turban warriors, they were stagnated, and the momentum they had built up before was released.
As if a handful of loose sand was thrown on a stubborn rock, the momentum of the army dispersed, and so did the army. Many people spit out a mouthful of blood and turned pale.
