A Weird Theater That Started In London

The horn whimpers.

Hundreds of thousands of troops crowded outside Wenshui City, layer after layer, like a whirlpool.

After the initial shock, the soldiers on both sides returned to the moment again, fighting hard with red eyes.

In the dense smoke and dust, Ding Yuan galloped, wolves rushed and rushed, followed by hundreds of horses.

This cavalry team turned from time to time and sometimes faced the enemy head-on. Frankly speaking, although Ding Yuan was proficient in various formations, the one who played the most proficiently was the front arrow formation, capable of directing the subordinates to change directions instantly.

A small group of enemies will be defeated directly!

If the attack is blocked, he will immediately change direction, relying on the advantage of the speed of the horse, and take the big bun from the side to circle around.

As for the goal, it is naturally the place where the Yellow Turban Army Commander Qu is located!

The two are getting closer and closer, and it is less than five miles apart. Although there is a rebellion blocking it, it will not last for too long. It can be killed in two minutes at most.

Under Hu Cai's anxious gaze, Guo Tai finally raised his head and sighed: "In this case, according to your opinion, go ahead and besieged the old thief."

How can the head of the first army leave the camp at will?

Even though Guo Tai had extraordinary courage and went to the front line to fight, there were still 30,000 veterans around him, and more than that, there were also many generals secretly guarding him.

However, Ding Yuan dare to cross the army with only a few hundred guards?

You know, this is not an attack on the camp, creating chaos when the enemy is unprepared, but the two armies facing each other, holding a sharp blade, and fighting head-on with a mortal heart!

Therefore, there must be something strange, but it cannot be seen for the time being.

"Hu Cai."

"What else does the master tell me?"

After figuring out the key points, Guo Tai called to Hu Cai, "The old man and your father are life-and-death friends, and you may turn back in front of you once..."

"Death to death, cut off the arm of the old thief!"

The tone is decisive.

"Master, if you can't do a wonderful job in this trip, you will have to splash his face with blood, so that the Han army will know that all the righteous people in the yellow turban are **** and brave."

Hearing this, Guo Tai nodded, knowing that it would be useless to persuade him again, his expression was grave, he raised his hand murderously, and slashed down: "Come on, adjust five thousand Jingqi and General Hu, and the old man will go there. Supervise the battle!"

"Telling!" Chuan Lingbing shot out.

Guo Tai looked at Hu Cai again, "Ding Yuan is a veteran on the battlefield. The commander has a lot of rules. You can't be a reckless man. You have to be cautious."

"In addition, the old man personally supervised the battle and boosted morale. If there is an accident, he can also rescue him in time."

The last few words shouldn't be uttered from Qu Shuai, who commanded the 350,000 army, but as an elder, Guo Tai didn't want his blood to be broken in the past.

And Hu Cai took the kindness, and said freely and easily: "Uncle doesn't have to worry about it, just stay here and see how my nephew breaks the enemy!"

"The old thief charged and killed himself. At this time, the morale of the Han army was extremely high. The old man is more than fifty this year. Why should he be brave? Let's go!"

During the conversation between the two, the white-shanghan army rushed forward thirty steps again.

As the Yellow Turban Army's big scorpion was located, the battle was gradually slowing down.

However, even though it was slow, Ding Yuan Yigan was still moving towards the target.

After watching Hu Cai far away, Guo Tai looked at the vast battlefield and said with a serious face: "The great wise teacher is kind to Hu Ding. Therefore, my old brother pays death in return. Now he is the only bloodline left behind, and he is not afraid of the front. Arrow, go through danger and go through blood."

"Hope you all work hard to kill the enemy and make me Huang Tian!"

Behind him, more than ten generals clasped their fists and said in a solemn voice: "De Ling l"

In this way, the flag symbolizing the status of the master moved once again, without evading, he went straight to the Han army, as if there was really going to be an adversary.

I saw Guo Tai ride horses in the formation and continuously issued military orders. He didn't say much, and he didn't necessarily only talk to Xiaoshuai, but when the camp was shaken, he always rushed past, loudly yelling and pointing out the key joints.

Rumble...

The sound of the iron hoof stepping out was chaotic, like a continuous muffled thunder.

At this moment, the young yellow turban general Hu Cai carried the saber and led five thousand old pawns to Ding Yuanbu. The soldiers along the way gave way, and some of them had no time to avoid sideways, but were directly trampled by horseshoes.

Go forward, go forward, and make great achievements!

With this thought in mind, Hu Cai was killed instantly, and Ding Yuan, the head of the Han army, approached him.

After all, it is getting older and rushing for several miles in a row. It can't be said that one person will be killed in ten steps. If a battle of this scale is targeted, one step and one enemy is a luxury. The Yellow Turban army is endless, leaning like a mountain.

Miscellaneous soldiers, strong men, small schools.

After witnessing Master Gao Gong’s method of changing days and days, these people strengthened their beliefs:

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky shall stand!

Vow to establish a peaceful country without oppression.

Therefore, Ding Yuan finally awakened the spirit of war.

Seeing the blue smoke vision mixed in the blood mist, Hu Cai snorted coldly, took out a carved bow, poured his wrists into strength, and quickly pulled the bow and set the arrow, "Go!"

Because of Guo Tai's reminder, he didn't have blood on his head, so he tried an arrow first.

Of course, although it was a temptation, its power was not weak at all. With the blessing of the battle spirit, a small feather arrow could charge more fiercely than any crossbow.

clang!

Han Mang kept zooming in, and Ding Yuan, who was killing the thief, had his hair standing upside down.

"So courageous!"

A rebuke resounded through the clouds.

At almost the same time, the Taipingdao master Xuan Cheng, who was looking at the whole situation from a high place, and Guo Tai, the guru who led the war from three miles away, all changed their expressions.

Golden helmet purple robe, green mane Dawan.

Zhang Liao, who was in the big camp, took the shot.

Before the person arrived, the swift wind made Hu Cai feel difficult to breathe, the blood veins surged up, and the veins violent around his neck.

Knowing that he was not good, he instinctively took a deep breath, pulled out the saber, and moved forward.

"Hey!"

The force of the counter shock came, and the right hand holding the knife slid forward. He immediately let go of his palm, and the movement smoothly stretched to the shoulder. This movement has been done many times, and he is very skilled. He is ready to grab the saber. Knife handle!

Then ~www.readwn.com~ a cold light flashed, and a dark shadow flickered in front of my eyes.

"clang!"

The violent shaking made his tiger's mouth numb, and his entire arm was shaking.

Hu Cai took a quick glance at the incision, and a large hole collapsed on it.

He is a hero, not fierce. Heroic, handsome and brave. The fierce ones are fierce and powerful. Fierce, strong dog, bird of prey, eagle eagle. The fierce force of this fierce attack is related to the character of the person, and it is impossible to learn.

Even if he reads all the year round and cultivates his moral character, he can't change his essence. Zhang Liao is a fierce bird of prey. Otherwise, he would fight against the 100,000 Eastern Wu army with eight hundred soldiers in the future, so that Sun Quan did not dare to fight.

at the same time.

A group of cavalry was like a flood, blasting out from the flanks, disturbing the camp on the west side that the Yellow Turban had finally stabilized.

Even though Xiaoshuai tried his best to stop him, the pawns were still running around the plain like a frightened ant colony.

"Who will fight me!"