"Break the camp gate, no one can leave behind!"

Guan Hai raised his arms and let out a long whistle, and the soldiers behind him shouted three times. The sound waves were like sharp swords piercing the sky, and they rushed up at night. All the yellow turbans in the camp looked like soil and their bodies were like sieve chaff.

Ma Yue's eyes fell on Guan Hai like a knife. He saw this guy as majestic as an iron tower, over two meters tall. In the cold winter, he was only wearing a thin linen dress. His thick neck was filled with explosive power, as if he could not cut it off with a knife.

Guan Hai's riding under his crotch is also considered a strong horse, but it seems a bit difficult to carry a heavyweight man like Guan Hai.

Ma Yue looked around and found that the Liu Bi Yellow Turban in the camp was already scared. If Guan Hai's men and horses were allowed to enter the camp at this time, it would undoubtedly be like tigers entering the flock of sheep. Liu Bi Yellow Turban will have no power to resist, and his final fate will be to be slaughtered. If you want to save Liu Bi Yellow Turban's fate, you only have the only chance, that is, to defeat Guan Hai!

This is almost an impossible task, but Ma Yue wants to gamble! Born in a chaotic world, in addition to being cruel enough, you must also be brave enough!

Ma Yue took a deep breath of air conditioning and said to the Yellow Turban thief who was huddling behind the gate: "Open the door and I'll go to fight Guan Hai."

The yellow turban guarded the gate threw shocked eyes at Ma Yue, as if he couldn't believe his ears, and asked, "What did you... say?"

Ma Yue tightened the steel knife in his hand and said calmly: "Open the door and I'll go fight Guan Hai."

The Yellow Turban guarding the gate shook his head in great fear and said, "No, you can't go, you will die. No one is the opponent of Guan Hai!"

"brush!"

A flash of cold light, and the sharp steel knife had already been placed on the neck of the yellow gate guarding the gate. Ma Yue said word by word: "Open the door!"

The Yellow Turban guarding the gate was suddenly silent.

"What's going on? What are you arguing?"

At this time, a low and powerful voice sounded not far away. The yellow gate guarding the gate felt relieved and gasped: "General Pei, this brother wants me to open the door, he wants to challenge Guan Hai!"

"What! Who wants to challenge Guan Hai?"

The person who came exclaimed and lost his voice, obviously very surprised.

Ma Yue turned around and said calmly: "I, I want to challenge Guan Hai."

When his eyes were connected, Ma Yue and the person who came saw clearly that the other party was not someone else, but it was Pei Yuanshao, the Yellow Turban general who almost died under Ma Yue's knife.

"Ma Yue is you!" Pei Yuanshao's eyes suddenly tightened and he said in a cold voice, "I can't let you go, you are not Guan Hai's opponent."

A cold smile appeared on Ma Yue's mouth and said calmly: "This is our last chance to survive. If we cannot defeat Guan Hai, no one here will be able to see tomorrow's sun alive!"

The air around seemed to solidify, and all the Yellow Turban thieves who heard this sentence hung their heads in despair, including Pei Yuanshao and Ma Yue said nothing wrong. This is indeed the last chance to survive. If Guan Hai cannot be defeated, no one in the Yellow Turbans in the camp will be able to escape the fate of being slaughtered.

Guan Hai is a devil, and killing is a pleasure for him.

"Open the camp gate."

Ma Yue said again calmly.

The Yellow Turban guarded the gate and looked at Pei Yuanshao with help, and Pei Yuanshao nodded solemnly.

The heavy gate finally slowly opened. Ma Yue put the steel knife on his shoulder and stepped out of the camp gate step by step with heavy steps. Pei Yuanshao's anxious question came from behind: "Ma Yue, how likely do you have to win?"

Ma Yue did not look back, but his cold answer came from the bleak cold wind: "Not 10%."

...

At the gate, the Yellow Turban General Du Yuan suddenly changed his expression and said respectfully to Liu Pi beside him: "Supervisor, someone comes out to fight!"

Liu Pi suddenly looked excited and asked anxiously: "Who? Who is going to fight?"

"I don't know." Du Yuan shook his head and replied, "It's a sword and shield."

"What! A sword and shield hand?" Liu Pi immediately fell down like a deflated ball and sighed, "What can a sword and shield hand work with? Alas..."

Pei Yuanshao had already rushed to the gate, strode to the marching drum, and the Yellow Turban thief who was rushing the drum roared: "Get out of the way!"

The yellow turbans were stunned for a moment. Pei Yuanshao had already kicked away. Pei Yuanshao snatched the drum again and smashed it hard on the drum surface. It made a loud thunderous sound. The hearts of all the yellow turban thieves in the camp suddenly jumped. Then, the dense drum sound like raindrops rang out, shattering the silent and solemn battlefield.

...

Guan Hai raised his right arm over the top, and the shouts of the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him stopped like a knife cut.

Amid the heroic and intense drum sound, a big man appeared slowly from the slowly opened gate. Guan Hai's eyes fell on the big man like a knife, with murderous intent in his eyes, like a wild beast smelling blood, opening his bloody mouth, revealing his bloody fangs.

"Here you are a general general, and you will not kill the unknown person under Guan Hai's sword!"

Guan Hai came to the person with a long sword and his fingers. His loud shout actually overwhelmed the intense drum sound of the golden sword and iron horse, and clearly sent it into the eardrums of the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield.

Ma Yue walked a hundred steps forward to the center of the two armies and responded calmly: "Something... Xiliang Ma Yue is it!"

Guan Hai clamped his legs with the horse's belly, and the war horse neighed with a sad voice and slammed his hooves and rushed towards the horse. Guan Hai's eyes were as if they were cracked, and the long sword in his hand was raised high.

"kill!"

That loud shout tore the air, and it stabbed Ma Yue's eardrum as sharply as a knife, causing a faint pain.

"kill!"

The Thousand Yellow Turban elite soldiers behind Guan Hai responded, and the sound was shocking. At the gate, the drum sound suddenly stopped, and a tiger-skinned drum had already been beaten by Pei Yuanshao.

Ma Yue tied the steel knife across the cross-body, standing on the battlefield like a cold steel carving, as if moving as a mountain. The bleak cold wind blew up a few strands of black hair in his ears, floating, desolate and handsome, just like his black eyes, sad and cold.

At the back door of Liu Pi’s military camp, Liu Yan rode his horse like flying and galloped towards Wancheng in the distance. A drop of crystal tears fell from the sky. Ma Yue, you must win! You can’t die, you must not die...

"Roar~"

Guan Hai roared, swung his hands hard, and the long sword raised high drew a strange arc in the air, slashing the horse's neck, and the horse was still motionless, staring at Guan Hai's sharp blade. When he couldn't find it, his body suddenly collapsed incredibly.

Guan Hai cut the air with a knife and rushed forward dozens of steps before Guan Hai stopped the war horse. Guan Hai tried hard to pull the reins of the horse. The war horse under his crotch stood up with a sad voice, and the hind legs finally turned around in the air.

Ma Yue took a deep breath of air conditioning and tried his best to calm his crazy heart. The round just now seemed to be in danger, but in fact it was dangerous! Only Ma Yue himself knew that he was so close to death at that moment.

Ma Yue stared at Guan Hai's horse's hooves, that... was Ma Yue's only chance to survive in death!

"Ho ho~"

Guan Hai raised his head to the sky, and his left fist thumped his chest wildly, making a loud bang bang sound from the slap of a slap. The messy hair on his head stood up like a steel needle, and his expression was as crazy. Seeing this, the thousand Yellow Turban elite soldiers brought by Guan Hai also crazily raised the weapons in his hands to the sky, and made continuous howls that were not like humans in their mouths.

"Go to die, yell~"

Guan Hai roared, and the war horse under his crotch stood up again. When the front hooves landed on the ground, the war horse had completed the acceleration and rushed towards the horse with lightning speed. This time, he finally rushed straight to the horse. Obviously, Guan Hai was already angry. In this round, he could not cut off Ma Yue's head with one knife, but also had to use the horse's hooves to break the horse's body.

Ma Yue held the knife in both hands, and the wild light like a beast flashed through his black eyes. The opportunity finally came! As long as he could cut off Guan Hai's horse's legs with one knife, Guan Hai would fall from the horse's back and would lose his combat power briefly. That was Ma Yue's only chance to win in danger!

Guan Hai tightly held his legs tightly and kept urging the horse to accelerate and accelerate again. The crazy murderous intent was unprecedentedly fierce in Guan Hai's eyes.

"puff!"

The poor war horse finally couldn't bear Guan Hai's destruction. Suddenly, the front hooves softened and the dust fell to the ground. Guan Hai, who was defenseless, flipped over with his men and horses, and fell on the battlefield with a loud bang. The dust that rose up confused Ma Yue's eyes. Victory... it came so suddenly.

Guan Hai shook his head hard and opened his eyes in the dust. The first thing that caught his eye was a dazzling cold light, which was a sharp steel knife. The tip of the knife was pressed tightly against his throat. He could clearly feel the coldness and coldness coming from the tip of the knife, death... It was only a short distance from him.
Chapter completed!