New Story of Lv Bu

The gray beard took a look and picked up a long knife like an old Han army crawling. The two men cut a few knives back and forth, and couldn't help stopping their hands and gasping for a while. They both raised their hands at the same time. The long-sword viper usually pierces the opponent's chest and abdomen! Flop! The two were hit by the knife at the same time, the Xianbei's knife was inserted into the stomach of the Han army, and the Han army's knife was inserted into the stomach of the Xianbei at the same time, with the same thoughts! The gray beard sneered coldly and stabbed the long knife for a few minutes. The old Han army vomited a big mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and stabbed the long knife for a few minutes, staring at the gray beard. The two glanced at each other, and at the same time they inserted the long knife to the end, and two mouthfuls of blood spurted out at the same time. The heads of the two were tilted to death, but their bodies were held together by the two long swords.

The young Xianbei and the young Han army looked at each other. Both of them held knives in both hands and turned in a circle. Suddenly, the young Xianbei stepped to the left and the young Han army quickly dodged to the right. The young Xianbei closed his foot halfway, and the long knife slashed to the right. It turned out to be a false move! His purpose is to click left and right. When clanging, the ring-head knife of the young Han army and the Xianbei long knife collided together. The knife was taken from the left side of the Xianbei, hit the side of the knife, swiped down the blade, slammed, and pierced the young Xianbei’s. throat! It turned out that he had guessed the path of the young Xianbei's swords a long time ago.

The young Xianbei dropped a long sword with both hands, and fell backwards! puff! The long sword of the young Han army flew up, and the head of the young Xianbei flew up. "Xianbei is a good Xianbei without the first level." The young Han army murmured, bent down to find the head of the middle-aged Han army, and gently closed his eyes. Then he fell back slowly??? The fierce battle took him off!

This small-scale battle was finally over, and once again ended with the victory of the Han army. Three thousand Xianbei cavalry faced two thousand Han infantry. The entire Xianbei army was wiped out, leaving only one Han army. For the invincible Da Xianbei, this is a face slap, a face slapped thoroughly! The Xianbei cavalry clamoured one after another, they drew out their long knives, and began to roar and roar. "Kill all the Han dogs!" "Da Xianbei mighty!" "Rush up and kill them all!"

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! The drums of the Han army rang, and the Han army, which had shrunk by more than half, began to move forward slowly. No one spoke, everyone looked calm, clenched their weapons, and moved forward slowly with the drumbeat! The Han army with less than two thousand men dared to take the initiative to launch an offensive. At this moment, the Xianbei army still has at least four full thousand-man squads! The Xianbei people suddenly became furious. This is contempt, extreme contempt! Does the Han dog really think that the Da Xianbei warriors are all native chickens?

murderous look! Murderous spirit covering the sky and the earth! Paupa Taiping looked at the Han army on the opposite side with thoughtfulness in his heart. Is this what the teacher is worried about? That flying general??? that person who was blessed by the eternal heaven??? actually trained such an army! kill! We must kill them all! In this way, the future troubles can be avoided forever.

The horns of the Xianbei Army sounded together, and a group of cavalry with silver helmets and silver armor marched out. There were nearly a thousand cavalrymen in this team, all of them burly and sturdy. At first glance, they were elite after a hundred battles. They were still calm before the war. This force was just the silver armored soldier who had just defeated the Wuyuan Frontier Army, one of the three thousand guards of the National Division.

The Han army on the opposite side was still advancing unhurriedly, having already crossed the battlefield with corpses all over the field, adjusting the queue as they marched. The heavy soldiers behind came out, sweeping the battlefield while looking for the survivors of the Han army. The corpses of war horses on the battlefield were used to feed the stomachs of thousands of people in the camp, thus saving a large amount of food. The head of the heavy camp has always been Chief Hou Chenghou. His old man has always been used to saving himself. If he knew that he was blinded by such a lot of horse meat, he would not be able to escape with a whip.

How could the Xianbei people think that the Han army's heavy soldiers were playing horse meat, and they didn't worry about the outcome of this battle. They were full of anger and vowed to chop down all this Han army, and grab the so-called flying commander to dig his heart! The wolfishness of the Xianbei people was aroused, they clamored, shouted loudly, cheering for the silver armor soldiers. The war horse under the crotch also felt the master's restlessness, walking up and down anxiously, spraying his nose.

The silver armoured soldiers have been lined up, the queue is not very tidy, but the gap between everyone is left enough. Woo??? The horn sounded, the silver armor soldiers bent down, their legs clamped the horse belly, and the horse began to run. The silver armor soldiers are very experienced. First let the horse run a few steps, and then slowly increase the speed of the horse. In their calculations, when the horse hits the Han army's pace, it is the time when the horse speed is the fastest.

"Stop moving forward!" Gao Shun ordered loudly. He had put on the armor of the trapped camp, and immediately held the Mo knife behind the trapped camp. Next to him is Lu Bu, and behind him are the Beiwei Army and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, which are all the forces that are currently on the battlefield. In his plan, the trapped camp would individually bear the impact of two to three thousand-man teams of the Xianbei people, and then the Wei army and the Tigers and Leopards would go out to penetrate the enemy line, and the White Army would be responsible for the pursuit. The key to the whole plan is whether the trapped camp can resist the three waves of attacks by the Xianbei people.

The Han army stopped slowly and lined up in four rows before and after the trapped camp. The distance between each person was only the length of the forearm. Such a queue would not affect the wielding of the sword, and could quickly move closer to resist the impact of the Xianbei in an emergency. Everyone in the four hundred camps is burly and round, and looks like King Kong. Some people were on the battlefield for the first time, sweating in their hands, but Lü Bu's battle of thirty-four deserters shocked them. They were killed by Xianbei’s sword in front of them, and by their own sword in the back. The same is death, why should he be infamy?

The silver armor began to accelerate. They calmly did not take this charge seriously. After a hundred battles, they all experienced too much blood and killing. To be honest, the combat power of the Han army is not very good. The defender will still fight in the field. It's almost the same as sending you to death. The battle just now fully explains the problem.

The speed of the horse is gradually accelerating, the scenes on both sides quickly pass, and finally there is the whistling of the wind in the ear! This means that you are about to break into the enemy line! The silver armor soldiers raised their heads, their bodies swayed following the melody of the horses running, ready to make the final impact! "Raise the knife!" Gao Shun commanded loudly, and the 400-handed Mo knife was raised high, shining brightly in the sun.

The Xianbei were approaching quickly, only five or six steps away from the camp. Everyone held their breath and stared at the battlefield. This shock determined the outcome of the battle to some extent. "Chop!" Two hundred Mo knives slammed down, and there was a scream of horror suddenly! This is the whine of the war horse before death, puff! This is the sound of the Xianbei people falling down. Whoops! This is the scream of the Xianbei people before they die. Gudong! This is the sound of a soldier in the camp being knocked down by a horse.

Only 30 people were knocked down by the horses, but there were any corpses lying in front of the Han army array. Not bad! Gao Shun nodded in satisfaction, and it was worthwhile to train them for three months. "Raise the sword!" "Split!" Four hundred Mo swords were raised high, the first two rows slashed at the oncoming silver armored soldiers, and the second two rows slashed towards the silver armored soldiers who broke into the formation. Another group of people shouted and horses screamed, and none of the silver armor soldiers rushing in front had survived.

The silver armor soldiers were shocked, how could this be? The Han army has such a weapon? How dare to use human flesh and blood to resist the galloping horse? After all, after a hundred battles, the silver armored soldiers immediately thought of a countermeasure. The thousand households who led the team gave the order, and the remaining silver armored soldiers quickly slanted past the side of the trapped camp and went in a circle to reorganize the formation. This time the Xianbei people lined up into a huge front arrow formation, and Feng Shi's arrow pointed straight to the trapped camp. "Go forward!" The trapped camp rolled forward, crossing the sea of ​​blood and reorganizing the team. The middle became eight layers, and the two sides were still four layers. Having withstood the first assault of the Xianbei people, everyone was a hundredfold confident.

The heavy soldiers quickly stepped forward and carried down more than 30 Han troops who had fallen to the ground for treatment.

The silver armor began to charge again, the formation was tight, and the horse rushed to the extreme. Everyone in Xianbei clearly realized that this was a desperate charge, this time it was either the enemy's death or my death!

Ma Mansion, Ma Han and Ma Cheng sat opposite each other, with only a small table in between. This is a secret room, which looks a little cramped. For the sake of confidentiality, the windows are set high. The weather in early spring, the afternoon sun was not very sufficient, now it seems even more dim. Ma Cheng's face was depressed, with unclean blood stains on his face, and the whole person seemed to be a teenager suddenly old.

Ma Han was still so humble and graceful, holding up the thin-mouthed teapot and filling Ma Chengxu with a bowl of bitter tea. "Forget it, the matter is settled, don't think about it, drink tea." Ma Cheng looked up at Ma Han, his face pale. "But I'm not reconciled! After setting up for so long, I even sold myself to join Xianbei, only to kill Huang Chong in the end. It's like buying a Xibei goods for a big price, how can I swallow this breath!"

Ma Han raised his eyes and stared at the small window in a daze, as if he was remembering something. "You and I are about the same age, you still have to hone your temperament. These are nothing. For the rest of your life, nine out of ten people who are unsatisfactory, slowly your heart calms down, and you don't have so many complaints." Ma Cheng After blinking, he nodded seemingly.

"How did you contact the Xianbei people?" Ma Han suddenly asked nonchalantly. "Every time they took the initiative to contact me alone, it was in the Zhangjia soup cake shop in the alley to the left of the Taishou Mansion." Ma Cheng was a little confused. "Why did the Patriarch suddenly ask about this?" "I'm afraid of leaking the news. From now on, the Ma family will be dormant for a long time. By the way, in an emergency, how do you contact the Xianbei people? "Ma Cheng was a little hesitant to say something and stopped, but the head of the family couldn't help but speak. "It's better to go to the Zhangjia old store, sit down at the table in the southeast corner, and place the three chopsticks in a triangle shape, exposing the head of the chopsticks. The guy will come over and put away the chopsticks, and put the two tea cups on the side. I don’t need these. The people in Xianbei are in single-line contact with me and never know the existence of the Patriarch.”