Yan Rou took off her red cloak and exposed her black and red leather armor.

Now the leather armor has been splattered unrecognizable by the enemy's blood. After devouring more than a dozen living lives, the sword has become even more dazzling.

Yan Rou took the lead and rushed to the front of the right wing defense line, and the blockers were invincible. He led the soldiers to block the enemy's crazy attacks one after another.

His personal soldiers and attendants were all his past horse gang brothers. After many years of fighting, they were as close as brothers. They cooperated with each other on the battlefield very tacitly. They hugged each other tightly, like a huge rock, firmly blocking the enemy, and resolutely not taking a step back.

The enemy replaced a group of new forces and called again to kill him.

Yan Rou rushed into the enemy formation, held the knife in both hands, slashed left and right, and roared like thunder. The Yellow Turban soldiers, whose eyes were killed, were not showing any weakness, and rushed forward in groups of three or five.

Yan Rou cut down an enemy soldier in the waist, followed and punched another enemy's nose. Just as he was about to kill the enemy with one knife, he saw one of his brothers being pierced by the enemy's three spears. The soldier's cry before his death was heartbreaking and painful.

Yan Rou was immediately angry and was about to break his grudge. He roared his tiger, dragged his sword across, and immediately killed the enemy soldiers in front of him. Then he jumped up and chopped the two of them in a row, rushing to the side of the three enemy soldiers who were rushing to the spear.

"Kill..." Yan Rou roared wildly, and before one of them could react, the sword had already been slashed down. The man could not dodge, and the man and his spear were slashed out, and the chest and abdomen were broken by the blade, and blood was sprayed out with the internal organs. The other two saw Yan Rou's ferociousness and his comrades died tragically, and they were immediately aroused their most primitive blood. They left the officers and soldiers who were fighting and howled and rushed towards Yan Rou.

Yan Rou opened her eyes angrily, roared again, and rushed forward to the two sharp spears. He grabbed one of the spears at the right time, and stabbed the enemy soldiers holding the spear in his hand, completely ignoring the other spear that stabbed him. At the same time, Yan Rou roared like a thunderclap, as if his roar was enough to scare the enemy to death.

Yan Rou's knife penetrated the enemy's body, pierced through the enemy's abdomen, and poked it to the end until the knife handle.

The enemy's spear is coming to the body, and the tip of the spear has entered the abdomen.

It was said that it was too late, but it was fast. A pair of legs flew from the air, and a pair of blood-stained combat boots kicked hard on the enemy's chest. Only the crisp sound of the broken sternum and the howling of the enemy soldiers, then I saw the spear shooting backwards along with the enemy soldiers' bodies flying in the air.

The warrior who saved Yan Rou couldn't help but fall to the ground. Suddenly, several swords and three or four spears fell down one after another.

The flesh and blood flew everywhere. The soldier was dismembered by a knife and died immediately after he didn't even scream.

Yan Rou was crazy. Those who died were brothers who lived with him day and night.

He wished he could cut off all the enemies with one knife. He chopped off the enemy's head with one knife and roared in a roar:

"Brothers, kill...kill them all..."

Xian Yufu held a short halberd in his hand and nailed an enemy to the ground.

In front of them were enemies, densely packed with endless enemies. The Yellow Turban Army went crazy. They launched the most fierce attacks against the officers and soldiers on the hills, endless attacks.

Xian Yufu completely lost his elegant division, and three long strands of blood-stained beards stuck to his cheeks, his forehead and hair, and his body was covered with brown blood, some were solidified and some were wet, and he looked embarrassed.

He was almost breathless by the enemy who rushed up. He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, nor how many comrades around him fell down, and he didn't even have the ability to raise his head. He only saw the endless enemies who were rushing towards him, and saw the enemy soldiers flying with broken limbs falling down one by one, and heard the sound of killing and shouting in his ears. He felt that his strength was disappearing bit by bit, his movements became stiffer and slower, and he felt that he could not hold on. Although the wound was still bleeding, he had completely lost the feeling of pain.

He guarded the middle of the hill and led his soldiers to block the enemy that was several times more than his own. The Yellow Turban Army took the gentle area on the front of the hill as its main attack direction. They launched a fierce attack like a tide, not giving the officers and soldiers who were defending the high ground a slightest breathing time.

He saw another group of enemies rushing up from the hills.

He wanted to shout, and wanted to tell the soldiers that another group of enemies rushed up, but he could no longer shout, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth. He smiled bitterly. He often was proud of his martial arts, but now he was killed by the enemy so much that he didn't even have the strength to speak. Then he found that he couldn't even smile bitterly. Due to excessive force, his face muscles were stiff.

He caught the short halberd in his hand, knelt in a pool of blood with one leg, and lowered his head. He was waiting, waiting for the enemy to rush forward, and he accumulated the last bit of killing strength again.

Xian Yuyin and Yan Rou discovered that the enemy in the middle suddenly retreated at almost the same time. Then they widened their eyes and shouted in horror:

"Support, support the middle road..."

"Go closer, move closer to the middle..."

The drums of war sounded rapidly and violently, and the tense and bloody atmosphere immediately made the soldiers almost suffocate.

The drumstick hit the hearts of every defensive soldier fiercely, shocking and painful.

The enemy retreated and gave up a space of dozens of steps. Behind this space, there were only scattered soldiers, holding weapons in their hands, standing fearlessly on the battlefield filled with corpses.

The defensive troops in the middle were completely wiped out. No wonder the enemy had to retreat a little to regain their strength and launch the final blow.

The soldiers on the left and right wing saw the danger. Without the urging of the officers, they all let out a roar of shock and roar, and then they ran as if they were crazy. They held their weapons high and shouted desperately, rushing towards the middle as fast as possible.

Yan Rou, Xianyu Yin, and the iron axe were sandwiched among the soldiers, shouting, running, and shouting at the top of their lungs.

The enemy rushed up.

They also saw the opportunity and hope. They ran even more crazily, shouting, wishing they could fly with their ribs.

On the hills, the sound of killing sounds was like thunder, and the sound shook the sky.

However, the enemy has approached the central position, and the reinforcements on both wings are still some distance away from the central position.

Xian Yufu raised his head in surprise.

He looked around in confusion and suddenly found that the defensive formation on the hill had a fatal loophole due to the excessive consumption of the defenders on the middle route, and was about to collapse. If reinforcements on both wings could arrive in time, they had to block the rushing Yellow Turban Army from the front and buy time for them.

He suddenly felt endless strength and stood up suddenly.

He turned to face the soldiers behind the sound, raised his hands and roared wildly:

"Brothers, let's kill you."

Xian Yufu pulled out a spear inserted into the corpse of the enemy soldier, held it high above the top, and roared again at the soldiers running towards him:

"Kill it..."

"kill……"

The soldiers followed Xian Yufu without hesitation and bravely rushed towards the Yellow Turban soldiers who were rushing towards him.

"Boom..." With a loud bang, the two teams collided with each other, making a dull sound. The loud bang overshadowed the sound of war drums, overshadowed the shouts, and resounded throughout the battlefield.

The sound of the sword hitting, the sound of the blade breaking the flesh, the sound of the spear piercing the body, the roar and screaming, instantly, formed a deafening roar.

Xian Yufu couldn't hear anything. He didn't need to hear any sound. He just wanted to kill the enemy. He did his best to break into the enemy group bravely.

There are too many enemies, just like waves one after another, surging.

Xian Yufu quickly eroded the enemy's life, and at the same time saw his comrades being swallowed by more enemies. The comrades around him fell down one by one and disappeared.

"kill……"

Xian Yufu roared, and the spear in his hand stabbed into the body of a big man accurately. Then it flashed like a poisonous snake that swallowed the letter, and it flashed in a cunning manner and pierced on the throat of the enemy soldiers next to him. Before the blood was speared, the spear had swept to the chest of another enemy soldiers as it swayed. The three people fell at Xian Yufu's feet almost at the same time.

Xian Yufu raised his back and kicked away an enemy soldier's sword, turned around and swept it, and killed two more enemies.

"kill……"

Xian Yufu roared again, raised his spear and held the slash towards him. The spear broke. Before the sword arrived, the short spear had already pierced into the enemy's throat. Xian Yufu snatched the sword with his hand, stabbed him with the flow, and stabbed him to death. Then he saw a spear, a black spear.

Xian Yufu stepped back two steps, dodged the sword and killed another person. He stared at him with a long spear, and the speed of flying in was getting faster and faster. Xian Yufu retreated again and stepped on the head of the corpse.

He couldn't control his body's balance and fell down on his back.

Xian Yufu roared, and before his body fell, he aimed at the spear and threw the battle knife out of his hand. The spear shook suddenly, and the power of the flash bullet immediately collapsed and the sword that was slashed in the air.

The spear remains immersed, like a flying piercing.

Xian Yufu's body fell in mid-air, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He closed his eyes tiredly, his heart was as calm as water, letting his body fall to the ground, and letting a spear penetrate his body without any struggle.

A sharp roar broke through the air and pierced into Xian Yufu's ears like a sharp arrow.

Xian Yufu fell heavily to the ground.

The huge roar of the galloping horse suddenly came into his ears clearly. He heard the sound. He heard the earth-shaking cheers coming from the battlefield behind him.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Black axe. A pitch-black little axe.

The small axe let out a breathtaking roar, flying past Xianyufu's eyes like lightning.

The spear with a rainbow of momentum roared with a sharp murderous aura. Suddenly, it stopped above Xian Yufu's heart and then beat for a while.

Xian Yufu used all his strength to lift his body up. Just as half of his body left the ground, the spear slashed violently, three inches into the ground, and the long spear rod shook violently.

Xian Yufu looked sideways.

A yellow turban general stood at the gun, opened his eyes angrily, staring at the opposite side. The small black axe was half inserted into his chest, and blood was slowly oozing out of his clothes. Suddenly, a trace of pain flashed across his face, and then he let go of his big hand tightly holding the gun and fell to the ground with a bang.

Xian Yufu's mind relaxed and he suddenly lost consciousness.

The soldiers of the Fengyun Iron Cavalry Army were terrified by the sound of killing, and they followed the Yellow Turban soldiers like arrows, killing them down the hills and heading towards the river valley.

In an instant, the sound of killing shook the sky.

Li Hong jumped off the war horse, rolled and crawled, picked up Xian Yufu, shook his body wildly, and roared wildly:

"Yu Xing, Brother Yu Xing..."

Li Hong's heart is bleeding. He has to lose his brothers and comrades in every battle. Why is this battle so cruel and bloody?

"Brother Yuxing..."

When Xian Yufu heard Li Hong's painful cry, he suddenly felt that he was dead now, but it was worth it to have such a brother who knew each other's life and death. He allowed Li Hong to shake his body violently, and tears poured out of his eyes.

A servant behind Li Hong discovered Xian Yufu's abnormality and shouted loudly: "Sir, Lord Xian Yu is still alive. He is injured. Don't shake it anymore."

Li Hong was stunned, stopped quickly and looked carefully.

Xian Yufu opened his eyes with difficulty and barely looked at Li Hong, but finally fainted again due to excessive blood loss.

Li Hong's heart fell down immediately.

He hugged Xianyufu tightly, as if he was afraid that Xianyufu would die once he let go.

The soldiers of the Iron Cavalry were still running, and the soldiers from both sides were still fighting fiercely on the battlefield in the river valley.
To be continued...