New Story of Lv Bu

At the moment when General Zhang Bao was killed, General Zhang Liang, who was standing at the head of the city, felt annoyed and depressed in his chest. He opened a mouth and a big mouthful of blood came out from the sky! At this moment, his heart is full of guilt, if he is not in a hurry to enter the city, maybe the second brother will have a chance to survive!

Left and right hurriedly stepped forward to help them, Zhang Liang waved his hand to signal them to go down, staggered two steps on his own, turned on his horse, and shouted: "Out of the city! Battle with the enemy! Revenge for the general of the earth!" His face was terrifyingly yellow, as if painted. It's just like gold leaf, but Zhang Liang doesn't care. At this moment, there is only one thought in his heart, and that is to avenge his brother!

In front of the tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans, General Zhang Bao of the Digong was beheaded by the Bingzhou Army! And it was killed in full view! This news is more depressing than the defeat of 150,000 Yellow Turbans. The most important thing is that the tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans at the head of Guangzong City witnessed this scene with their own eyes! People always believe in seeing what they hear with their own eyes! The impact of intuitive experience is extremely huge!

At this moment, the tens of thousands of yellow turbans under the upper city of Guangzong City were stunned! Tens of thousands of Han troops outside Guangzong City were also stunned! "Zhang Bao was finally beheaded by Kang Moli!" Gao Shun and Cheng Lian sighed at the same time, slowing down their horses. "Withdraw! Go back and change horses to rest!" With an order, the camp and the tigers and leopards rode back together.

Princess Adele died under Zhang Bao's hand, Zhang Bao died under the hand of Kang Moli, the successor of the Turk General, this seems to be the reincarnation of fate. After cheering, the 20,000 sudden knights who had to take revenge were so angry, they suddenly remembered that they did not clean the battlefield to receive the prisoners. Twenty thousand tuqiers have been busy for a long time, only to cut off the head of the general Zhang Bao?

Not addictive! What to do then? They opened their eyes and looked for the next prey. Finally, they saw more than 30,000 yellow towels under Xu Zhuo! "Kill! Flatten them!" Kang Moli waved Ma Jian, and pointed at the 30,000 yellow turban outside Guangzong's south gate! "Rush!" "Kill them all!" Like 20,000 hungry wolves, the 20,000 Tuqi rushed towards the 30,000 yellow turbans.

Sudden ride is not addictive? Ten thousand stepping on the white army is even more not addictive! At any rate, Tuqi also cut down the first level of General Zhang Bao, what did the White Army get? Take a close look at the left and right, only the 30,000 yellow towels under Xu Zhuzi's hanging lonely. "Follow me!" Wei Yue shouted, and rushed to the thirty thousand yellow turbans first.

Xu Zhuzi led his troops in a **** battle with Zuozhong Lang Jiang Huangfu. Now the morale of the Yellow Turban is low, and the Han army is high in fighting spirit. His men are fighting very hard. Xu Zhuzi had exhausted his whole body to be able to withstand Huangfu Song's attack, but he did not expect that the Tabai Army and Tuqi would kill from behind.

After the beheading of the general Zhang Bao, the 20,000 Turkmen were very excited, and their vengeance had been reported, and the rest was personal military exploits! So everyone bravely vie for the first place. Ten thousand stepped on the white army to hold back the fire, and now finally there is a place to vent, and it is like a wolf like a tiger, and it is desperate to fight a war.

In an instant, the 30,000 Han Qingqi rushed into the back of the 30,000 Yellow Turbans. The Yellow Turban was caught off guard and immediately suffered a big loss. The entire rear was broken in an instant, thousands of yellow turban pawns were chopped down, screams one after another, the dead were everywhere, and the entire yellow turban array became almost **** on earth.

The yellow turban pawns were immediately beaten up. In front of them were Zuo Zhonglang's subordinates, Huang Fusong, who were like wolves and tigers. They were already difficult to deal with. Unexpectedly, a group of fierce tigers pounced behind them, or extremely fast light cavalry, fighting for their lives, and their knives and knives wanted meat, and they never lost their hair.

To the west are Huangfusong's subordinates, and to the east is Bingzhou Qingqi. The subordinates of Xu Zhuzi are like a piece of meat sandwiched between two cutting boards. They are squeezed thinner and thinner, and they are in danger of disappearing at any time. But I am a fish for a knife, not because they don't want to escape, there is really nowhere to escape.

Seeing that the situation was dangerous, Xu Zhuo yelled: "Brothers! The time has come to die for the ideal of peace in the world! Come with me!" He waved the ring knife in his hand and brought the five or six hundred soldiers around him to face him. Kill to the place where Huangfu Song governs the battle. His soldiers were all the best-chosen brave men, and at the same time devout Taiping Taoists. Five or six hundred people worked together and immediately tore a cut between Huangfusong's Han army.

Xu Zhuzi chose Zuo Zhonglang to use Huangfusong's location as a breakthrough point. It was also a helpless move. Behind him was Bingzhou Qingqi. His subordinates were all infantry, not the cavalry opponent at all. For the present plan, we can only make a decisive assault to see if we can slay the flag and kill Huangfu Song. At least Huangfu Song must be forced back, and then the army will be out of the siege.

The Han army had been fighting for more than two hours from morning to night, and was already exhausted. Now Xu Zhuzi led five or six hundred new troops to fight to the death, and suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore. One by one suddenly seemed like a deflated ball, the soles of the feet were soft, the hands were numb, and the brain was forced back more than a hundred steps.

Seeing the critical situation, Huang Fusong drew out his sword and yelled: "Hold up! Withstand this fierce attack, they will be finished! Come with me!" Wielding the sword, he brought three or four hundred soldiers to Xu Zhuo. , The two men and horses met in an instant! The clashing and screams of the blades rang together.

Huang Fusong brandished his sword, slashed left and right, and cut two yellow turbans in an instant, lifted his right foot and kicked the oncoming yellow turban. Before he could catch his breath, a few more yellow turbans arrived. A forty-year-old yellow turban roared, holding a spear and stabbing Huangfu Song in the chest, and the two rattan players from the left and right swung their ring-saw knives to kill him.

Huangfu yelled loudly, as if a thunderbolt hit the tip of his tongue, causing the three yellow turbans to froze for a moment. At this fleeting moment, Huangfu waved his sword like lightning, cutting the Yellow Turban Vine player on the right into two pieces! At the same time, his body flashed to the right, clamping the oncoming spear under his left rib.

"Go to hell!" Huang Fusong kicked the oncoming Yellow Turban Lancer down, and the sword in his right hand swiped to the left, knocking the ring head of the Yellow Turban vine player in the left side, and the sword in his right hand was raised from the left shoulder The right rib cut down the Yellow Turban Cane player. At this time, the fallen yellow turban spearman had already stood up, Huang Fusong waved his left hand, and the spear in his hand dropped out, nailing the yellow turban spearman to the ground! "Zhonglang is good at it!" The soldiers on the left and right had already settled the enemies in front of them, and ran over to protect Huangfusong's wings.

"Lao Huangfu! Take your life!" With only a loud roar, Xu Zhuzi waved the ring knife and chopped down four or five Han troops in a row, and rushed towards Huangfu Song. There were more than four hundred yellow turban pawns around him, shouting all at once, rushing to the Han army pawns. These people are so sturdy and unusually strong that they cut down seventy to eighty Han army infantry as soon as they got started.

Huang Fu Song looked up and saw that in front of him was a lean man with a figure like a bamboo pole, with two temples on the left and right towering high, and he looked like a martial arts master. This person wears a Taoist crown and a Taoist robe, his face is light and windy, but his eyes shoot out a fanatical light, and he knows that he is a fanatic of Taipingdao.

"Hahahaha! Let this official meet you, Zhangjiao's proud disciple!" Huang Fusong laughed, and he waved his sword and rushed towards Xuzhuo. This person is the proud disciple of the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao, one of the eight disciples, and the leader of this yellow turban. As long as this person is killed, the battle will be won!

"For the sake of peace in the world!" More than four hundred yellow turban fanatics shouted and rushed up! "The Han army is mighty!" More than three hundred Han army warriors charged up. Everyone's eyes are fixed here. This is a duel of two beliefs, and it is also an elite duel of the two armies. This duel will determine the outcome of this battle to a large extent!

The two small troops finally met, and in an instant, seven or eighty people fell. More than four hundred yellow trousers are like taking Shiquan Dabu pills, desperately rushing forward, regardless of whether their hands are injured, they are all fighting for life, either you die or I die! After the war, the most feared thing is this kind of desperation. He doesn't even care about his own life, so how can he care about being injured? What should I do if I am injured? The wounded tiger is the most terrible! Every time a yellow turban dies, three or four Han troops will fall, and the Han troops will be beaten to the left and right, and they will be overwhelmed.

Huangfu yelled loudly and confronted the Xuzhuo. Xuzhu has a deep inner strength, and the sword technique he learns is very fast and violent. Huangfu Song was born in the Song family, and has a long history of battle, and has very rich on-site experience. In an instant, the two mingled with each other and played twenty rounds in a short period of time.

Within twenty rounds, Xu Zhuzi changed three sword techniques, and finally discovered Huangfu Song's flaws. Huangfu Song's internal strength was significantly different from his own. At the moment, Dao Dao and Huangfu Song joined forces. After all, Huangfu Song was not good at internal strength, so he was forced to be in a hurry. Only by supporting the left and the right can he evade the ultimate move of the virtual bamboo.

"Lie down!" Xu Zhuzi shouted, and slashed towards Huangfusong's face with a stab. Huangfusong was shocked and hurriedly intercepted it. Xu Zhuzi's broad sword went down, taking advantage of the trend to press down Huangfusong's sword, and then raised his hand, halfway through the move, the broad sword rushed towards Huangfusong's right shoulder!

Huangfu Song was shocked, and if the knife was hit, he would immediately explain it here. It is worthy of being a battle-tested veteran. At a critical juncture, Huangfu's toe is a little bit, and his body retreats rapidly! Seeing that Zhong Lang was in danger, the soldiers on the left and right rushed to rescue him.

The virtual bamboo lifted its internal strength and moved forward at an extremely fast speed. The big sword in his hand was locked tightly to Huangfu Song! Just at the moment of this moment, a figure passed by, standing in front of Huangfu Song! Pouch! Xu Zhuzi's broad knife slashed down this person's head! It turned out that Huangfusong's personal soldiers blocked the cut for him!

"It's a pity!" Xu Zhuzi sighed secretly, almost a little bit! Could it be that the destiny is on the side of the Han army? Where is Zhonghuang Taiyi? Why not come out and bless us? Could it be that you just bear with the heart to watch hundreds of thousands of Taiping Taoists sacrifice in vain and make their heads different? This thought just turned around in his mind and disappeared in an instant.

"Follow me! Kill it out!" With a wave of a broad sword, Xu Zhuo brought hundreds of yellow turban Han people to cover and kill him! The remaining more than 10,000 yellow turban pawns immediately boosted their morale and rushed out of the siege along with the virtual bamboo with a shout!