One step, two steps, three steps. This is the pace they took forward after throwing their spears. Just now, the Yellow Turban Army's Huangtian Iron Cavalry had arrived. The sand caused by the horse's hooves trampling on the ground was turned into wind and sand that hurt people's skin.

The wind and sand blew on the exposed skin of the soldiers of the Death Camp, causing a burst of pain. Not only the skin, but also the eyes. Many soldiers narrowed their eyes and looked up at the cavalry rushing in front of them through the gaps in their eyelids.

They were so high that even the wind they brought out was a strong wind, which kept raising the lower corner of their clothes. The tall war horse and heavy hooves would step on a vague mark on the ground when they fell down. It can be imagined that if this stepped on a person's body, it would be enough to leave a deep scar on the person's body, and if the bones were broken, the tendons would be broken, and if they were not dead, they would be unforgettable to this experience.

The Yellow Turban Cavalry was standing tall, and the spear head of the spear when they raised their arms flashed with a cold light. They just needed to raise the spear and point the spear head at the soldiers of the Death Camp. The war horses under their seats would lead them to stab the spear head into the bodies of the soldiers of the Death Camp. They didn't even need a spear, but they needed to activate the war horses and crash forward. All those who blocked this path forward would be crushed and trampled. Therefore, there was no unnecessary emotion in their eyes, and they didn't even linger at a straight eye, looking straight ahead.

"Banging." The soldiers of the Death Camp had their hearts beating violently, but their minds were extremely calm. They had already had their own set against the cavalry. Even if they didn't face the cavalry many times, they just needed to learn how to deal with the horses.

"Look at the nail!" A soldier took out a large handful of iron nails from his arms and sprinkled them in front of him. Each nail was polished into the shape of a thumbnail. One handful of them sprinkled out, and there were always some that could bring the nail tips upwards. The thick and large nail tips were extremely sharp. He sprinkled them while retreating.

"Brothers, remember, I have contracted this part of the battle. Whoever stepped on it will not care about my business!"

The soldiers of the Death Camp standing beside him couldn't help but turn green and stay away from the soldier. At the same time, they firmly remembered the position of the ground covered with nails in their hearts. They had already seen the power of the nails. When they stepped on them, they were pain that penetrated the soles of their feet. If they had chosen, some people would rather choose to be cut by someone, at least the knife would not be left in their bodies!

This piece of nail only occupies a small piece of ground. For the cavalry's cluster charge, it can affect dozens of cavalrymen.

Kill people first. The direction in which many soldiers in the suicide camp aim at the weapons in their hands is the war horses of these cavalry!

"Bang." A dull sound was made. A soldier in the death camp could not hide and was knocked out by a war horse. During the period of flying in the sky, he had already spit out blood. He fell heavily and fell heavily. There were countless bones on his body. In front of him, the war horse raised his hooves and stepped heavily towards his lying body. This was just a relatively soft and lively ground. In the eyes of the war horse, it was just a land that allowed him to gallop!

However, the soldier was very calm. Looking at the horse's hooves raised, and looking down at the cold faces looking down on the horse's back, his thoughts gradually blurred. From becoming a soldier in the death camp, no, no, from the moment he joined the army, he knew that there was such a day, but he didn't want this day to come so late.

Many of the companions who were mobilized with him to participate in the suppression of the Yellow Turban Rebellion died in front of him. He knew, didn't know, and he didn't know how many of them were still alive. Maybe it was luck that made him come here and enter the death camp, but now, maybe this luck is gone?

Time passed very slowly at this moment. From the moment he was knocked away, he felt that time passed very slowly, just like the sum of all the time he experienced in his life, but in the end he was about to reach the end. His lips were slapped, but he couldn't speak, and blood foam kept pouring out, dyeing the corners of his mouth red, flowing to his chin, and drooping on his neck.

A strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, very light, but extremely happy. He was able to walk to this day, live to this day, and enter the death camp, and it was not just luck!

His smile became bigger and bigger, and the only thing he had not relaxed from the moment was the right hand and the gun rod tightly held in his right hand. He lifted the gun rod and pointed the gun to the outside, which was the biggest counterattack he could do now.

It's worth it! He grinned, his eyes widened the next moment, his body twitched violently, and finally lost his voice again. The horse's hooves stepped on his chest, stomping his chest into a sunken state. The war horse whined, and under the horrified gaze of the cavalry on the horse, the whole horse fell to the side, and the cavalry on the horse's back fell heavily. On the belly of the horse, a long spear stabbed deeply, and with the tip of the gun, most of the gun rod did not enter the belly of the war horse.

This is the softest part, and it was the war horse that he sent this part to the soldier himself. His strength at that time was to barely stand up straight. It was just that the speed and inertia of the war horse when charging made his barely powerful force a fatal blow.

"Jiang Ming!" A soldier from the death camp next to him had red eyes and rushed forward. The long sword in his hand slashed hard at the fallen cavalry.

With blood light, every slash he used his greatest strength. One by one, he left a huge wound on the cavalry's body. When the second knife was taken, the Yellow Turban Cavalry died! The soldier was still slashing and venting his grief and anger. Although he had seen too many comrades die, he still couldn't accept it!

The blood was blurred, and the war horse was cut to death. The splattered blood splattered on the soldier, dyeing him a red blood man and the pieces of broken r. However, he casually wiped away the blood from his face, and didn't care even if he made his whole face dirty.

Before he could search for the next target, a spear suddenly appeared, and the tip of the spear hit his armor, colliding with the armor on his body made a harsh friction sound. The next moment, the spear penetrated, pierced his body, and led him forward quickly.

On the horse, the Yellow Turban Cavalry pulled out their spears, and the bodies of the soldiers of the Death Camp fell down, and were trampled by the four hooves of the war horse, and their blood was blurred in an instant. Another cavalry galloped over, and this body, which could be seen as human, had turned into a ball of r sauce.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!