Chapter 66: Soldier

A drop of cold snow water dripped from the treetops and splashed on the tip of Guo Tu's nose. Guo Tu shook excitedly, shook his head, and his eyes accidentally flew across the dense forest on the left. Suddenly, a group of birds were shocked from the forest. Guo Tu's heart suddenly sank, the empty mountains were silent, and the birds were shocked by the forest. Could it be that there was an ambush in the forest?

But Guo Tu quickly denied this speculation. If the bandits could use tricks, the sows would have climbed trees.

Zhao Qian suddenly raised his ear and asked Guo Tu in a deep voice: "Pong Ze, what's the sound?"

Guo Tu listened for a moment and said in confusion: "There are only the sounds of soldiers fighting."

Zhao Qian said: "No, the sound comes from the front of the left, not the sound of fighting."

"Front left?"

Guo Tu's heart hopped a little unyieldingly when he heard this, and suddenly turned his head and listened carefully for a moment. Sure enough, he heard a strange sound, like thunder and a flood peak. In just a moment, the sound had become much louder. The archers who stayed there and did not participate in the meat game also heard the sound and turned their heads to check.

“Law ~~”

The war horse under Guo Tu's crotch began to roar at the same time, as if he felt some danger.

"Flag! A big flag!"

A sharp-eyed archer suddenly screamed in a shrill manner and pointed his finger at the front of the left.

Zhao Qian and Guo Tu took a breath of air at the same time. A blood-colored flag appeared strangely from the dense forest under the dark sky. The golden characters "Eight Hundred Bandits" were embroidered on the desolate banner. Under the blood-colored flag, a black cavalry was rushing over the mountains and fields. Horses' hooves flew, mud and grass splattered everywhere, and ferocious murderous intent filled the world. The shiny steel knife was already raised in the air, flashing a cold light.

The Han army archers began to stir up, looking around, and inexplicable fear appeared in their eyes.

"Eight hundred bandits!" Zhao Qian took a breath and said in a trembling voice, "It turned out to be the eight hundred bandits in Nanyang! Why did they wander to Yingchuan? Yuan Shu is just a man, I'm killing me~~"

It turned out to be all kinds of cavalry! Guo Tu's heart was cold and his eyebrows were frowning. The Han army's infantry team had already been entangled with the bandits on the opposite side. It was impossible to withdraw the troops at this time. Although the eight hundred bandits were few, they were all cavalry with powerful impact. And they even had a sudden attack at this time. It was really troublesome. Is it really impossible to resist?

...

The horse leaped his horse and raised his sword, running at the front of the riding formation. The blood-colored cloak floated from behind his shoulders, making a sound, and the gentle slope retreated like a tide under his feet. The dense array of archers of the Han army was like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered. It slowly unfolded in front of him, the horse roared to the sky, and the cold murderous intent poured out from his eyes. In the eyes of the Han army soldiers, he saw fear, endless fear...

This is the effect that is needed! The eight hundred bandits not only have to destroy the Han army physically, but also to destroy them spiritually!

"Die~~"

Ma Yue shouted loudly and rode his horse hard. The war horse neighed and rose into the air and crossed ten steps away. It also fell heavily from the air like Qianjun Mountain. The dazzling cold light confused the eyes of the Han soldiers. The heavy thick-backed steel knife had already slashed down with its powerful inertia.

"Puff~"

Blood splattered, and before a Han army archer could scream, he was already split in half.

Behind the horse, eight hundred bandits came to kill like a tide. Each bandit straightened up, raised the knife in his hand and made a slashing action.

"Boom~~"

The cavalry formation of the eight hundred bandits was powerful inertia, like a huge wave, covering the sky and the earth, instantly submerged the poor Han army archers. Thousands of sharp waist knives ruthlessly slashed down, drawing thousands of strange arcs in the air. In an instant, continuous screams rushed to the night. The archers who had no power to resist were blood splattered on the spot, and they all wailed and rolled into the dust.

Opposite the edge of the jungle.

Deng Mao slashed hard on a Han army's shield, and the wooden shield exploded in an instant. When the Han army was stunned, Deng Mao's steel knife had already swung and passed by his neck lightly. With the blood splashed, a head was thrown up in the air. Deng Mao killed the Han army with one sword, and suddenly turned around. He saw that the eight hundred bandits who had horses had already ambushed out, like wolves entering a flock of sheep, ruthlessly stabbing the archers behind the Han army.

The fanatical passion ignited from Deng Mao's eyes, and the depression caused by the heavy casualties of the bandits was immediately wiped out. Deng Mao jumped, jumped onto a huge rock, raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, the eight hundred bandits of the leader Ma Da have been killed, and we are about to win, fight with the Han army~~"

"Fight ~~"

The bandits responded one after another, picking up hoes, wooden sticks, and stones to launch a crazy counter-servant against the Han army. The situation of collapse turned into a melee. Since then, the Han army commander who was supervising the formation was staring at Deng Mao, who was roaring his arms and roaring on the huge rock, a trace of cold murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and an iron-tied bow quietly came to his hands.

"Swish~"

A sharp sound of breaking through the air passed by, Deng Mao's body paused heavily, then lowered his head and stared at his chest, and saw a piece of arrows trembling slightly on his chest. Deng Mao raised his right arm and pointed it tightly in front of him. Red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his anger retreated from his body like a tide. His originally bright eyes gradually dimmed.

“Uh~~”

Deng Mao sighed softly, his knees fell down on the huge rock, his head drooped weakly, and a piece of bloody wolf hair came out of his vest, flashing with cold flames.

The Han army commander smiled coldly, put away his iron-tied bow and was about to swing his sword to join the battle group again. A fatal slash suddenly came from behind, and the cold texture swept across his chest. A cavalry like a cavalry from hell had galloped past him. The sharp steel knife in the knight's hand was flashing with a strange cold light.

Zhou Cang flirted with a knife, never stopped, and rode his horse toward the next Han soldier.

When Ma Yue and Guan Hai led 300 cavalry to attack the Han army's archers, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao led the remaining 600 cavalry to kill the Han army's infantry rear formation, and formed a front-and-back attack with the bandits.

The Han army commander slowly lowered his head, and the iron armor on his chest was still there, and a trace of red blood suddenly splashed out from the crack of the iron armor. It turned into a slanted blood line. The next moment, he was surprised to see his lower half of his body slowly sliding down from his lower half of his body...

"Ah~~~Uh!"

The Han army commander howled shrillly, and then stopped abruptly, and two dead bodies fell to the ground.

"Kill~~"

Zhao Qian flipped his hand and pulled out his sword, howled shrillly, and rushed forward, trying to fight for the trapped beasts.

Guan Hai's iron tower-like figure stepped on the corpses all over the ground and flew towards Zhao Qian coldly.

"When~"

Zhao Qian's long sword lightly slashed on Guan Hai's long sword, making a crisp sound, and a huge recoil force came. Zhao Qian's tiger's mouth numb, and the long sword had already flew away, and a dazzling arc passed through the air, piercing into the forehead of an unlucky Han army archer. The Han army archer's wolf's footsteps suddenly stopped, and then fell down like sawed wood.

"Go to die~~"

Guan Hai shouted violently, and with a tweet on his left hand, he picked up Zhao Qian from the horse's back. Zhao Qian was in the air, and Guan Hai's long sword had stabbed between his chest and abdomen like a storm. In the short moment when he landed in the sky, Guan Hai stabbed at least dozens of stabs, and Zhao Qian's chest and abdomen had already been covered in blood.

"Drink~~"

Ma Yue's eyes slashed, and the steel knife in his hand slashed out like lightning. The sharp blade slashed the air and let out a sharp roar.

Guo Tu's face turned pale in an instant, and he closed his eyes in fear. A trace of ice suddenly hit him. Guo Tu felt a cold on his neck, and then a buzzing sound continued for a long time. Could it be that this is the taste of death? Guo Tu opened his eyes tremblingly, and instantly met a pair of cold and fierce eyes. He screamed in fear again.

A contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of Ma Yue's mouth, and he was a greedy person who was afraid of death again!

"May I have your name?"

"Little...little man Guo...Guo Tu."

"Guo Tu?"

Ma Yue's eyes became cold when he heard this, and he looked up and down at Guo Tu's glamorous brocade robe and silk fur, and a cunning smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, tie this guy up!"

With Ma Yue's order, two bandits rushed over like tigers and wolves, pulled Guo Tu off the horse's back and pressed him to the ground, and amid Guo Tu's struggle and howls, he soon tied the guy into a solid rice dumpling.

...

The rain fell. It stopped again, and the war finally ended.

The horse jumped slowly over the hillside. He rushed up a raised hillside and when he reached the top of the mountain, he slammed the horse's reins. The war horse neighed with a sad voice and suddenly stood up, kicking the front hooves in the air, and then sprinted heavily. The horse jumped up on the horse's back, held up a thick-backed steel knife, and looked down at the entire battlefield proudly.

All the bandits and bandits, as long as they had a breath, got up from the ground one after another. Everyone held their breath and stared at the horse Yue on the top of the mountain. Fanatic worship was flooding like a flood in their eyes. At this moment, in their eyes, horse Yue was not a human, but a god!

"Roar~~~"

Ma Yue lifted up the steel knife in his hand and roared shrillly to shatter the sky.

"Roar~~"

Everyone raised the weapons in their hands and shouted wildly, like countless furious beasts gathered together and roared. Under the mountain, Guo Tu looked pale and looked at the violent lion-like man on the top of the mountain with an extremely fearful look. The appeal of this man was really suffocating.

...

Guangzong City, the last fortress of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Huh~~"

With the lightning light, the Yellow Turban believers on the city tower saw a dozen black shadows flying from the horizon, and quickly magnified and pressed down hard towards the city wall.

"The catapult is a catapult. Find a place to hide it, find a place to hide it~~"

Zhang Liang roared at the top of his lungs, but no one heard his voice. The Yellow Turban believers on the city tower were already in a state of turmoil and had no idea of ​​the instant misfortune.

"Boom~~"

"Boom~~~"

The continuous loud noises shattered the dark void. The solid walls of Guangzong City were trembling violently and groaning in pain. The originally flat and smooth walls were already bumpy in an instant, with broken bricks and broken walls peeling off the wall from time to time, falling into the deep moat with dust all over the sky.

“Uh~~”

"Help~"

"Pull me up~~"

"Don't step on my hands, oh~~"

"Die. Where have you gone?"

Screams and shouts rushed up the night on the Guangzong city tower. The originally fanatical Yellow Turban believers were in chaos in an instant. Many people were caught off guard and fell from the top of the city in a violent tremor. They were lucky enough to grab the female wall, but their good luck ended there. Soon someone ruthlessly stepped on their hands. Then they howled, fell into the city wall in pain, and died in a trench covered with deer antlers.

Another huge rock fell from the air.

"Brother, go away!"

Zhang Liang's souls were all rising. Suddenly, Zhang Jiao knocked away the crowded Yellow Turban believers and barely dodged a few steps to the right. The next moment, a huge black shadow had already roared and fell heavily on the place where Zhang Liang was standing. With a loud bang, the broken soil in the sky splashed, choking the dust and smoke.

More than a dozen Yellow Turban believers who had not had time to dodge were instantly smashed into a ball of flesh. When the dust and smoke dissipated, the Yellow Turban believers around them were horrified to find that a huge rock weighing hundreds of pounds had already hit the ground. In the gap between the huge rock and the blue brick wall, two barefoot toes were left, and a pair of blood-dropping palms were still struggling slightly.

"Crazy~~"

The sound of collapse suddenly sounded. The poor city wall finally could not bear such violent destruction anymore. In an instant, a large horn collapsed. The Yellow Turban believers who were crowded on this city wall were wrapped with broken bricks and broken walls, slid down under the city wall, and were buried alive in the broken soil and dust.

The rear formation of the Han army.

Zhu Jun's expression was as cold as frost. He pressed his right arm forward again. The commander galloped away with the order flag in his hand. The shrill sound of the horns resounded throughout the sky: "The general has orders. Archers~~~ Attack~~"

...

Deng Mao's body was placed coldly at Ma Yue's feet. Liao Hua and Peng Tuo knelt on one knee, their faces full of pain. Behind the two, the bandits from Qingdang Mountain, Qingniuping and Baihu were arranged in scattered formations. After a fierce battle, there were about 1,000 people left, most of whom were injured, and all looked sad.

The combat power of the Han army was not exaggerated. Although Zhao Qian's Han army was just a county and state soldier, its combat power was still much stronger than that of the bandits. If Ma Yue's 800 bandits had not arrived by chance and caught Zhao Qian off guard, even if Deng Mao and the other three worked together to gather more than 2,000 bandits to fight the Han army in a decisive battle, there would be no chance of winning.

The bandits suffered heavy casualties, which was expected by Ma Yue.

If it weren't for the bandits who consumed the spirit of the Han army, it wouldn't be so easy for the eight hundred bandits to defeat the Han army! Eight hundred bandits are elite soldiers and Ma Yue's hard work. He wouldn't want these elite soldiers to lose in such a melee. If he had a choice, he would rather sacrifice one hundred bandits than one bandit.

Of course, Ma Yue would never say these thoughts, but could only hide them in his heart.
To be continued...