The loud screams were touching. The strong figures of the Jingzhou soldiers under the city were undulating like waves, and the soldiers made shouts that shocked the world.

kill!

I saw Zifan holding a long spear in his hand and rushing left and right. As the saying goes, soldiers are against soldiers, generals are against generals, and attacking with swords. Who is fighting against? A pair of poisonous snake-like eyes, sharp marksmanship, and a systematic overlord power, with infinite power.

Zi Fan suddenly rushed up, and he saw the opportunity and slashed directly at the face of the Yellow Turban Commander Zhang Liang. However, the move was like this straightforward move. The enemy commander Zhang Liang hurriedly avoided it. Zi Fan's right hand was fascinated again, and his spear quickly stabbed Zhang Liang. Zhang Liang gritted his teeth and tried hard to resist, but he was Zi Fan's opponent.

Zifan kicked the other side and said, "Peng!" Zhang Liang flew out and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the commander was injured, several Yellow Turban Army leaders hurriedly came to the scene and shouted, "Xu hurt my master." Seeing this, Zifan stabbed him with a gun, and blood splashed, and the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army fell to the ground one after another.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Liang fled into the rear army, commanded the battle again, and prepared to avenge his former shame.

He beat the drum himself and shouted. The Yellow Turban was in power, and the gods cheered, "..." The shrill screams, crazy killings, and the fiery beacon fire made the soldiers of the two armies angry and the war became more and more fierce.

Although the black cavalry was brave, the Tiger Guards were all heroes, but the enemy was large and the enemy was small. Gradually, they lost their strength and retreated to the wall.

Zifan rushed forward, but saw the situation severe, and in the distance, Zhang Liang saw that the Youzhou army was defeated and rushed to make a contribution, so he led the army to charge.

He then picked up the bow and arrow, took out a crossbow, used all his strength, pulled for a full moon, and aimed at Zhang Liang who was 100 steps away.

With a sound of arrows, the arrows were like thunder and thunder. Zhang Liang heard the sound of arrows flying over, but he couldn't dodge and was in a hurry. Suzu was shocked and was pierced by his throat, fell into a pool of blood, slowly twitching, the blood flowed continuously, and he died on the spot.

Seeing this scene,

The soldiers in Youzhou shouted...

"Zhang Liang is dead, why don't you surrender quickly..."

No one put down his weapons and spare you not to die...

Seeing that the commander was dead, the Yellow Turban thieves put down their weapons and fell to the ground. Some of the Yellow Turban thieves were still struggling to death. They were chopped off by Dian Wei with an axe, and instantly fell to the ground and died.

Ding Feng, Ding Feng...

Lord, I am here, Ding Feng walked up with blood in his arms. Zifan followed the sound and looked for Ding Feng. When he saw Ding Feng coming, he didn't care about so many things. He took three steps in two steps. He quickly came to Ding Feng's side.

Organize the wounded, count the number of deaths, and imprison the surrendered Yellow Turban thieves.

promise!

Blood was stained with corpses everywhere, and the grass and trees were not growing. At some point, the sky was covered with dark clouds and raindrops as big as beans. It was cleaning the blood of the battlefield, as if it was giving the final baptism to the dead soldiers.

Zifan, who is now accustomed to war, has a numb scalp when he looks at it. The brother who is still alive just now is now lying there quietly.

"General. Our army died in this battle and was injured and disabled by more than 3,000 people." Ding Feng said with his fists.

I know, go down. Take care of the wounded more. Go and call all the doctors in the city to treat them well. They were injured to protect the place.

Count the death toll. Give each family member of the deceased five taels of silver.

Go

promise!

Since ancient times, many wars have been fought, and the army has been worshipped. They have traveled thousands of miles and won the world in one go. They have passed by the sword and sang the emperor and the capital. They have sent a message to the generals of the world and must establish martial arts reputation.

Brother, the Yellow Turbans have been destroyed, but there are many people who surrender to the Yellow Turbans. If someone gathers a group to rebel, what should I do? It is better not to give them food and send someone to kill them when they are exhausted.

Zifan paused and said with a little thought, "No, now our Youzhou is short of soldiers and generals, so it is better to let the Yellow Turban thieves surrender and replenish the troops."

Brother, come with me and take a look.

Standing in front of the prisoner camp, Zifan inspected for a week and saw a dark area below. The Yellow Turban thief held his head but showed a venomous look.
Chapter completed!