Dong Zhuo led the Western Liang cavalry to break open a road, directly breaking open the Yellow Turban Army that blocked the city gate, a bloody road, where they rushed out, paved into the city. This bloody road is still spreading, and at least until the end of this battle, it will continue to exist.

When Dong Zhuo's spear was galloping, he stabbed straight into the chest of a Yellow Turban Army blocking the front. He pulled it out. The war horse under his seat hit him and knocked the Yellow Turban Army soldier away! The dead Yellow Turban Army soldier flew backwards, and when he landed on the ground, he rolled a few more times, and finally stopped. The body had turned into a soft lump, and there were countless bones that had been broken.

Many people who ended up with the same fate as this Yellow Turban soldier were either knocked away by war horses or trampled into meat paste by horse hooves. Even if some Yellow Turban soldiers stabbed the weapons in their hands and chopped into rushing horses, they were still useless. The dead or injured war horses will not stop moving forward, and will continue to gallop forward according to inertia, knocking the Yellow Turban soldiers away!

They had almost no time to react, and even attacked, there was only one chance, and there was no second time. After one, the war horses had arrived in front of them, and the next moment, these Yellow Turban soldiers were waiting to die.

Shield blocks, shield cracks, people block, people die.

"Kill!" Seeing this, the players behind rushed into the city one after another. There was no obstacle in front of them. What appeared was a flat road, which was muddy on the road, but it was not as dangerous as before.

The Han soldiers also rushed into the city gate corridor and fought with the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers. These people were all left behind by the charge of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry, which was also an obstacle to the Han army's advance.

But now it is much better than before, because before, there was a wall blocking their way forward. The tight shield wall that would cost a huge price to break through had been completely disintegrated and a hole was broken from the center.

If everything needs to be done by others and even victory needs to be taken, then what do you need these soldiers to do?

A famous Han soldier roared and rushed towards the Yellow Turban soldiers who had been broken through the formation. The swords and guns in his hands fell coldly and ruthlessly. Since a hole had been opened, they would never allow the hole to be blocked again. They would completely tear it apart and tear it into pieces!

This is the result that Dong Zhuo wanted. Although the Western Liang Iron Cavalry was brave and good at fighting, he was not good at siege and street fighting. He had no intention of capturing Guangzong City by relying on the Western Liang Iron Cavalry brought from Xiliang. What he wanted to do was actually very simple, just keep moving forward, advance, and open up a path that could advance, and cause trouble to all the Yellow Turban Army blocking the army's forward. This is enough!

The glory of being a cavalry is achieved in the process of charge. Even death is a death on the way to charge.

Dong Zhuo smiled grimly, and the horse's hooves under his seat stepped on the body of a wailing Yellow Turban soldier. There was a slight bump and there was a breaking sound. He raised his left hand and blocked his face with his arm, and pushed the arrow away like a fly.

He will not die here, but these Yellow Turban Thieves Army are going to die! Because he wants to make those men tremble in the noble families, so these Yellow Turban Thieves Army can only become their own merits!

Zhang Yan and Xiahou Yuan fought quickly, and the spears in the hands of the two people collided, separated, and continued to collided with each other. If the two dragons were fighting and entangled with each other, it was hard to see that when they separated, there was only the entangled black shadow.

Beside them, whether they were soldiers from the Yellow Turban Army or soldiers from the Han Army, they would burst into blood when they approached the three-step land of the two of them, and they would fall down with horror.

They didn't even know how they were injured or how their companions died. They could only feel the coldness, a part of their body appeared and disappeared quickly. Then there was a severe pain, and blood flowed out of the wound. So no matter who it was, at this time, they would consciously circumvent the guns of the two fighting and not get close to it.

"Uh..." Zhang Yan caught the spear that Xiahou Yuan swept across. The gun rods collided, and the spear rods of the two people were twisted to a certain extent, and then rebounded backwards.

However, Xiahou Yuan's gun was faster, and when the spear was swinging, it stabbed him again. Zhang Yan turned sideways and dodged the gun, but the tip of Xiahou Yuan's gun trembled coldly, and it hit his chest. The sharp blades on both sides of the gun tip cut a wound.

"Damn it." Zhang Yan gritted her teeth, and there was a sweet blood left between her teeth. He forced himself to hold back the blood in the mouth of her chest and abdomen and did not spit out. In the past series of attacks and defenses, he had already suffered a lot of secret injuries.

Xiahou Yuan's gun always had a strange force and a kind of shock.

As soon as Fu contacted, Zhang Yan keenly noticed this because every time he blocked the Han general who fought with him, he could not completely vent the force from the gun. He already knew that he was no match, and now he was just struggling to persevere, but he couldn't leave.

Whenever the idea of ​​evacuation appears, the spear of the Han cavalry general will stick up again, forcing him to pick it up and block it. Even now, Zhang Yan himself has completely fallen into a disadvantage, mostly defending, and can only attack a shot from time to time.

He can no longer leave now because he has no chance. Should he leave or die? Should he stay or die? Zhang Yan chose the latter. He knew that continuing to entangle would be just an ending of death with all his might, but who can give up his life easily?

It was not until now that Zhang Yan discovered a mistake he had made. He should not have led his army to attack so recklessly. Because compared to his personal strength, what he should have mastered was the power of the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army.

"Feiyan, go and take charge of the central army, leave it to me!"

Just as Zhang Yan caught another shot from Xiahou Yuan, his face flushed and blood overflowed from his tightly gritted teeth, a shout came from his ear. His adoptive father led a group of cavalry to rush towards the Han cavalry generals in front of him.

Zhang Yan finally got some time to breathe. He rode his horse back and looked around. His face suddenly pale because he heard the roar, which was brought by a large number of cavalry charges, and the sound was not just one, but two. This made Zhang Yan's heart fall to the bottom of the valley. He finally understood what the mistake he made was, an unforgivable and unrecoverable mistake.

"No, no, no, it can be saved! As long as some of the troops are abandoned, I can lead the army to break through this Han army blocking the road!" His eyes lit up, and he suddenly roared to the sky, spreading his voice around him, "Little Coach Qu, the leader, the little leader, lead the army around him, and move closer. Tell you all the soldiers around you who can hear it, and keep spreading it, and also break through this layer of shackles and break out of a bloody road!"

"Because, the great sages are waiting for us!"

"oh!"

Zhang Yan, who was red-eyed, led the Yellow Turban soldiers around him who were also red-eyed and killed towards Xiahou Yuan. He had no other thoughts now, but one thought was particularly strong, that is, to fight a way out and rescue Guangzong City!

"It's so urgent to jump over the wall." Cao Cao's face was filled with an undeniable smile, and the blue sword passed by. The thin and bright blade brought out a warm bloody flower, splashing on his armor, and adding new stamens to it.

"Miaocai, fight and leave, let them pass." Cao Cao, who was not far from Xiahou Yuan, shouted. At the same time, he asked dozens of cavalry who followed him to disperse out and convey orders to the Han soldiers in the current melee battlefield.

He wanted to make a way to let the Yellow Turban Army rescue Guangzong City and let them walk through it. However, this road is not so easy to walk.

A cold smile appeared on Cao Cao's face. In his hands, he had half of the cavalry in the army. When the enemy showed his back, they would probably know what despair was at that time. Now Zhan Feng and the two cavalry led by Xiahou Dun should have broken through the formation of the Yellow Turban Thieves Army to support Guangzong City, and began the first division and drilling.

"This is really deadly. Hahaha."

"Gather sand makes soil!"

"Colle the soil into the wall!"

When the North City Gate opened by himself and Lu Zhi led the army to fight with the Yellow Turban Army who were out of the city to fight, Zhang Bao appeared at the North City Gate. His hands were pinching silver tricks and murmured in a low voice. He raised his hands upwards, and the yellow light in his palm exploded.

With his hand moving, a wall of earth made of soil appeared at the open city gate. This wall of earth happened to be blocking the city gate, blocking the corridor, and replacing the original city gate.

"Long live the General of Earth! Long live!" The Yellow Turban soldiers in the city cheered loudly, but did not see the sweat that kept flowing from Zhang Bao's face.

The two small spells have made Zhang Bao's face pale and sweating. Because this is on the battlefield and on the battlefield, the effects of all kinds of spells are suppressed. If you want to fully display them, you don't know how many times the amount you have to pay. In addition, you are hit by the blood and soldiers' fighting spirit, the effect of the spell has also been greatly reduced. Zhang Bao himself estimated that the thickness of his wall was probably only half the thickness of his index finger.

If they were not suppressed by various factors on the battlefield, they would not have to fight so hard. If the famous Yellow Turban Strongman can show his usual combat power, they will be able to counterattack immediately!

"Arrowman prepares, the sword and shield hand takes a step forward, and the spearmen are out in line!" Zhang Bao issued a quick order. His earthen wall is just a time to build time for his own defense. What they really need to rely on are the soldiers below.

He ordered again: "Prepare, quicksand, release!"

A yellow turban hero standing behind him flashed with the same earthy yellow light in his hands. The talismans were burned out by the fire. After the earth wall, sand and dust rolled, and suddenly formed a quicksand area.

It can connect two sections of the city gate corridor, about two meters long and about one meter deep. This is a Dali prepared by Zhang Bao for the Han army about to enter the city. As long as the progress is hindered by these quicksands and slowed down, the archers who are waiting for him will not be stingy with the arrows.

In his eyes, the city has been broken, but the battle has not ended yet. So what if the city is broken? As long as the elder brother still takes action, the war can be reversed!

This is Zhang Bao's faith, and it is also the belief of a famous Yellow Turban soldier below. As long as Zhang Jiao is there, all this is nothing.

On the other side, in front of the south gate where the city gate was broken, at the end of Dong Zhuo's vision, at the end of the city gate avenue, on the long street, there was also an identical earth wall.

Zhang Liang appeared here, and what Zhang Bao did was the same. Both of them first erected the earth wall from a distance, and then laid a quicksand behind the wall. After that, there was a shield wall, a gun array, and an archer array composed of Yellow Turban soldiers.

As soon as the earth wall appeared, Dong Zhuo was stunned and immediately looked crazy, "Run! How can I stop the iron hoof of my Xiliang Iron Cavalry?"

Instead of slowing down the speed of the war horse, he increased his horse's speed at this time, took the lead and rushed towards the earthen wall. Behind him, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry followed him firmly and charged against the earthen wall blocking the road.

Every Xiliang Iron Cavalryman had a grim smile on his face, and the armor dyed red by the splashed blood and dripping downwards. On that face and under the helmet, what was revealed were pairs of unscrupulous, cold and ruthless eyes.

There was no fear or hesitation inside. No matter whether it was a wall or a person in front of him, unless it was a strong city, they would smash it to pieces.

"Come with me!" On the other side, Lu Zhi also issued an order, leading the cavalry beside him to kill the Yellow Turban soldiers at the gate of the city and rushed towards the earth wall blocking the current city gate.

However, someone came faster than him. A black light appeared in Lu Zhi's eyes. After he completely showed his body, he was a general wearing a helmet and armor. Just looking at his back, he could leave a mountain-like impression!

"Eat my spear!" Zhang Fei thrust his spear straight, and the snake spear penetrated into the earth wall. Then his man, horse, crashed into the earth wall and found a contour!

He took the lead in breaking into Guangzong City.

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