Zhang Niujiao, who did not understand military tactics, raised three trump cards at once, and instantly caught the officers and soldiers of the Beihai off guard.

The Yellow Turban Strongman knocked a piece of talisman paper, and it was as if he had drunk two hundred kilograms of stimulant. He was so excited that he screamed. He followed the Yellow Turban Strongman's way out and rushed towards the Han army's sword and shield battle formation.

A centurion looked at the Yellow Turban Strongman like a bull, with a terror in his eyes and shouted loudly, "Stop, hold on, hold on~~" and could not hide the tremor.

The well-trained Han army swung their swords to kill the nearby Yellow Turban soldiers and reorganized the battle formation. The shields were in front and the people were behind. The shields were stacked in two layers, enough to block the impact of any strong army. The third row was the Big Sword Team. The carefully selected military soldiers were carrying shiny big swords, and their eyes were locked in the Yellow Turban soldiers.

I want to use manpower to fight against demon soldiers!

boom!

In an instant, the Yellow Turban Warrior, who had no formation, bumped into the sword and shield battle formation in a mess.

But what is shocking is that the sword and shield battle formation formed by nearly a thousand people was broken on the spot by the Yellow Turban Strongman.

The centurion was not instantly blocked by the advantage of his position.

But the other Han soldiers were not as lucky as him. The Yellow Turbans picked up a hard shield with one man and smashed the shield formation wildly. The powerful brute force smashed the two people on the opposite side, even five or six people, to the ground. The unfortunate ones were even more broken and their muscles were broken, and their liver and brain were scattered.

The sword of the Big Sword Team slashed at the Yellow Turban Strongman, but it was useless.

The Yellow Turban Rex seemed to be covered with a layer of hard cowhide made of nitrate. An ordinary centurion tried hard to cut through the skin at most, and the blood was not as good as saliva.

Zong Bao held the ancient ingot knife and looked at the five hundred Yellow Turban heroes who broke the formation like cutting melons and vegetables, feeling a chill for no reason.

"It's too messy, it's too messy!"

The way of military strategists is to "step by step and step by step" or pursue "soldiers are more important than speed, and antelope hangs their horns". It is either right or strange, and there are not as many conspiracies as the storytellers say.

Zhang Niujiao's approach in front of him seemed to be a nonsense, throwing all the cards out at once. If he couldn't fight, he would lose his troops and lose his generals, and his morale would definitely be greatly reduced.

But I have to say that Zhang Niujiao's playing style really made it difficult for the Beihai Han army.

The Yellow Turban Strongman's move to break through the shield formation immediately made the Yellow Turban Strongman's morale soar. He followed the Yellow Turban Strongman with a slogan and rushed into the Han army's central army.

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky!"

Zong Bao gritted his teeth, and felt a hint of resentment in his eyes. He pinched the ancient ingot knife and shouted: "Preparation team, come on!"

After saying that, he took the initiative to rush forward and faced a Yellow Turban Strongman who was killing people.

Zong Bao was not the rotten and stupid officials in the court. He was just a warrior with mediocre qualifications. He honed his martial arts day after day, obtained positions that were neither high nor low, and errands in front of him.

He never thought of bullying men and women, nor did he think of resisting this world, but just wanted to spend his life in silence.

How to...

If it were not forbidden, he would not have let the reserve team go to battle. The reserve team was just the prefect Kong Rong who recruited the militias reorganized by Min Zhuang. Most of them had never even grasped swords and weapons, so how could Zong Bao want them to die in vain?

The only way to kill the enemy is to make you less stressed.

Thinking of this, Zong Bao raised his arm and slashed the Yellow Turban Soldier, and saved a Han soldier from him. He immersed in martial arts instinct for decades and cut the Yellow Turban Soldier open and cut off the belly.

"Thank you for helping me, General."

"Can you still fight?"

"able."

The soldier was so grateful that he was about to get up, his eyes suddenly felt horror.

"Be careful, General."

Before Zong Bao turned around, a violent sword wind came to his neck, which was so shocked that he subconsciously pounced forward.

The lost big knife slashed the soldier who had not yet stood up, and split his head in half on the spot. The red and white plasma poured on Zong Bao's face, but it could not hide the shock in his heart.

it turns out?

He clearly saw that the Yellow Turban Strongman had been cut open by him, revealing his ribs and wriggling internal organs. He was almost dead, but his expression and eyes had not changed at all, and the attack he swung was not weak at all.

Is this the Yellow Turban Strongman created by witchcraft?

Too scary!

Zong Bao left countless wounds on the Yellow Turban Strongman, but he could not stop the Yellow Turban Strongman. Only by beheading him, could the Yellow Turban Strongman stop.

At this time, the reserve team also fought with the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Because of the existence of the Supervisory Team, even if the second test players in the reserve team are afraid of death, they dare not escape.

The players with a clever mind have already come up with their ideas.

"At worst, I will surrender. Anyway, I'm not wearing armor, so I throw away the gun and pick up a piece of yellow cloth to cover my head. Who can recognize me?"

"Even if I recognize that I am not the Yellow Turban, as long as I say that I was forced by the officers and soldiers, the Yellow Turban did not disturb the public's urinary nature in the early days, I would not kill people easily."

"Just do this, paddle first, then surrender, don't lean too far, lest you be killed by those red-eyed Yellow Turban heroes, that would be unfair."

Most players feel happy that they can surrender and survive. But a few people have other ideas.

"What should we do if Team Xu is not here?"

"Run for a while, and try to kill as many points as possible while protecting yourself."

Several male members of the special case team discussed and formed a small array to assist each other to firmly protect their own safety.

"Damn, I'm an assassin, not a warrior. This kind of scene is not suitable for me."

Zhao Heng rubbed his nose. Since he was sent to Shennongjia by Huang, everything has gone wrong, his business is not easy, and his girlfriend has broken up and thrown into other people's arms. Now even the map selected by the Lord God Game is an unfriendly copy of the war, which has ruined eight lifetimes of bad luck.

"What a misfortune."

Zhao Heng took out a sharp knife with his hand and quickly stabbed it into the neck of a yellow turban soldier, drawing the knife without blood.

"Is it him? That stealth killer, in such a crowded battlefield, his stealth ability is like a useless person."

"Don't worry about him, he's just a lone man. He didn't fight against us in the last game, so he doesn't have to compete with him."

"Yes, it's important to save your life first, don't act irritating."

On the other side, several players also resisted the Yellow Turban Soldiers in groups. Although they were not as thorough as the members of the special case team, they still maintained their formation with superior force and even had the spare time to observe other places.

In addition to them, there are more than a dozen stable points in the chaotic Han army formation, either a warrior like Zong Bao who has mastered the qi, or a selector who has participated in the first test.

Even so, the Han army in Beihai could not stand the defeat and was gradually suppressed by the Yellow Turban soldiers to the foot of the city wall. Except for a few elite soldiers responsible for the broken tails, most of the Han army had retreated into the city.

Xu You looked at the dusty wall in front of him, with a look of melancholy.

So sad. Although I am a female, don’t refresh me in the position of logistics women and children who carry pots and carry mud!

I was so kind that I picked out all the female generals in the Three Kingdoms to fight me one-on-one. Not only did I kill them with one hand, but my name was written upside down!

"Hurry, gold-burning juice, the Yellow Turban Thief is about to rush up."

"Hey, that's it. You girl, why don't you help me."

"It must be scared, after all, women and children."

A flag-holding official looked back at the city and urged loudly. Then several people at the foot of the inner city wall agreed, and then urged Xu You, who was "feared and stunned".

Xu You: "..."
Chapter completed!