Most of the Yellow Turban soldiers who were ambushing on the south bank of Wenshui River were armed with spears, numbering about 500, and there were also about 300 crossbowmen.
It was divided into three parts. The largest one was killed by the flying general Lu Bu and was so scared that it was almost unorganized.
Lu Li took the lead, using himself as an arrow to form an arrow array, and rushed in first to fight.
Seeing how brave the two generals were, each of the warriors risked their lives and fought bloody battles. Their swords fell from their hands, and heads rose into the sky one after another.
As time went by, the blade of the refined ring-shou knife curled up.
The yellow turban thieves seemed to have lost their minds in killing them. The one in front of him died, and his successors filled in, and so on, seemingly endlessly.
At first, Lu Li didn't pay attention, but gradually, he noticed something was wrong.
Although he had not awakened his fighting spirit, nor did Lu Bu, the two of them could still kill people like dogs. Over such a long period of time, not to mention a thousand dead souls, there were eight hundred.
"Destroy!"
Suddenly, an illusory voice came.
Left and right, up and down, front and back, they seem to come from all directions, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality.
Bang! Bang bang!
The muffled sound was endless, and arrows struck from the darkness.
Three wings extend from the end of the cluster and converge forward into a peak.
Three-stone crossbow!
Lu Li waved the iron halberd in his hand to block the influx of hidden arrows, while observing carefully.
This bow has a limited range, only two hundred steps. Under the control of an unknown person, it can become extremely powerful, with several crossbow bolts piercing the shield in succession.
Rui Shi, who was standing closer, began to get injured.
One person's hand was nailed to the shield, and blood was flowing down his forearm;
One person was shot in the shoulder blade. Fortunately, he was wearing black armor and the arrow did not penetrate deep into the flesh.
However, there was also a light cavalryman who was not carrying a buckler and was shot while galloping. He was staggered backward by the crossbow arrow and fell under the horse. If he had not been strong, he would have died long ago.
"Arrange yourself in formation and hold your ground!"
Seeing that Lu Bu was still playing cat and mouse and had no time to direct the battle, Lu Li did not hesitate and gave orders directly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the reins were pulled, and the black-maned horse's speed increased again, leaving countless afterimages in the air.
Magic?
Or, Taiping Taoism.
Lu Li straightened up his iron horse halberd and rushed into the churning darkness ahead, "Spreading beans to form an army?"
"It should be, this method is the only one that corresponds to the scene in front of you."
While murmuring, a yellow scarf soldier clapped his horse and rushed forward. Lu Li raised his halberd, creating a streak of cold light.
Don’t measure yourself…
His eyes moved down slightly and then stopped there.
I saw the invading enemy curled up on the ground, his face covered in blood, his eyes full of fear, shouting "Li Wo Huang Tian", while holding up a piece of intestines scattered on the ground with trembling hands.
"The sky is dead...the great virtuous teacher protects..."
Following the whispers, the young man, whose beard had not yet grown and was still covered with fine hair, seemed to have borrowed strength from Huang Tian. He grabbed the intestines and stuffed them into his stomach along with the dirt and ice chips dipped in them.
Lu Li, who has been through many battles and prides himself on having a heart of stone, saw his eyelids twitching. After being distracted for a moment, he immediately calmed down his emotions, pulled out the sword from his waist, and waved it hard to free him.
Hot blood splashed into the air and spread all over the floor.
"The murderer, Taiyuan Lu Mengming!"
Since the enemy army ambushed here first, it means that the opportunity for this trip has been lost. It is better to show off the momentum first and encourage the soldiers under his command.
What's more, the situation is so weird now, he must find out the cause as soon as possible and kill it——
From crossing the river to now, one of the thousand wolf riders has not died, but they are injured. If they are left alone, their morale may begin to decline before they reach Wenshui City.
An ambush force of less than a thousand people should be so difficult to deal with, it shouldn't be!
I remember when he first realized the spirit of war, he went up from the north with two men. After a little effort, he captured the enemy generals alive and wiped them all out without letting anyone escape along the way.
Not only that, there are no generals in this army to hold the line.
Lu Li was not timid when he broke into the darkness alone. He looked around, his eyes passing over one thief after another until he saw a flash of yellow.
"Lightning and thunder, another day!"
"The ghost path is wide open, and there are twists and turns!"
I saw the Taoist holding a small flag. As he shouted, a strange wind blew up, causing the snow and dust on the ground to dance all over the sky. There was also the sound of thunder. Where had the war horse seen this before?
They all raised their hooves and instinctively wanted to leave. However, the wolf knights riding on their backs quickly controlled the reins and kept whispering in their ears to calm down their mounts. However, even so, they continued to retreat. but.
The sound of horse hooves is urgent!
Lu Li turned his horse's head, ignoring the yellow scarf warrior standing in front of him, and rushed directly towards the Taoist priest holding the banner.
Almost at the same time, dozens of people raised their swords towards the strongman wearing a yellow scarf, like a short arrow, stabbing Lu Li.
"It looks quite bluffing, damn me!"
"If you act against heaven, you will be punished by heaven!"
"die!"
"Huang Tian... didn't help me..."
With a wailing sound, the wind and thunder stopped, and the gray fog that obscured the sight gradually dispersed.
At this time, Lu Bu, who was constantly harvesting the lives of enemy soldiers, suddenly raised his head and looked at the area where Lu Li was.
Eyes meet.
Lu Li suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The fighting spirit that had planned to arrive at Wenshui City and confront the main force of the Yellow Turban Army took the initiative to awaken, because he sensed a fatal threat.
However, after seeing the peeping person clearly, Lu Bu's ferocious eyes immediately changed, "You are still distracted on the battlefield, are you not afraid of capsizing in the gutter?"
"With my brother here, some stupid thieves can't change the world."
Subconsciously, Lu Li complimented, no, praised Lu Bu realistically.
Too fierce.
He did not use his fighting spirit during the entire process, relying entirely on his own experience and strength to kill——
Within a hundred meters of Lu Bu's body, there were all broken limbs and human-shaped flesh and blood smeared on the frozen soil.
It was so unbearable to watch that I couldn't even count how many people he had killed. I could only use the sentence "Killed without counting" to describe it.
Dozens of miles away.
Under Wenshui City, the sound of killing shook the sky.
The stone bullets flew into the air and fell into the sea of people.
The main force of the Han army was 80,000, and the main force of the Yellow Turban Army was said to be 350,000. There was no water in it. The actual number added up to a total of 400,000!
Now, everyone gathered in the wilderness outside the city. It was so dark that they couldn't see the edge at all. Even the generals with amazing eyesight would find it difficult to do so, especially in the place where the former army met, where there were only a few steps between soldiers. Within ten steps, the surging force of men and horses was like the ocean tide!
The blue-robed Taoist stood at the top of the city, looked down, and saw a mess on the east side of the city wall. A large banner was like a ladle, rushing to the front, leading a group of iron cavalry to rush left and right, suddenly entering a deserted land.
The surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers had lost all control and were just holding various weapons and besieging them from several sides.
