On this side, the Yellow Turban General Zhang Bo and the Bearded Duke Zhu Tong had fought for hundreds of rounds. Both of them were sweating profusely, their arms were sore and their swordsmanship was gradually chaotic. Zhang Bo had already secretly regretted that he had considered himself too high and wanted to take down the official army with his horse's strength, but he never asked the generals surrounded by the group to help.

The mountains and rivers are turning around. Now he sees that all the soldiers are killed and injured, and those who are fleeing, and he is being chased and surrounded. He has no idea of ​​fighting.

"roar!……"

Bo Zhang took a deep breath and suddenly roared through the sky. Bi his whole body was concentrated in one blow. The bronze sword was raised high, and the cold light shot out, turning into a roaring green dragon, and slashed towards Zhu Tong's head with the sharp green shadow.

Zhu Tong looked at the green shadows and saw the roaring attack. Chaoyang's big sword quickly turned attack into defense, tightened the bulging muscles, and blew upwards.

"Bang!……"

Another deafening collision, dust was flying, and the two of them took a few steps back in a woeful voice.

Zhang Bo, a man with many years of experience in fighting on the battlefield, wanted these few steps. When he retreated, he did not care about his arm being sore and numb, and he turned around and fled backwards.

"Where to go!..."

Zhu Tong blocked the critical strike with all his strength, and the tiger's mouth cracked and bleeding even more. His arms were sore and numb, and his ears were even buzzing. But he was not willing to let the thief who killed his brother Lei Heng. He pulled up his hoarse throat and cursed angrily, and even raised his war horse and chased him. Chaoyang held his hand with a big knife, and his long beard and beautiful beard drifted away in the wind.

In late spring and early summer, the sun shines everywhere. The wilderness outside the city of Shouzhangbei was filled with the defeated Yellow Turban soldiers. They were scattered and fled. They were defeated and defeated. They threw away their helmets and armors, guns and shields, and they hated their parents for not giving them more legs.

Zhu Tong could not care about the Yellow Turban pawns who were running around. He only stared at Zhang Bo, who was running away from a horse not far away in front. He only touched the soldiers who blocked his way without opening their eyes, and then waved his sword to kill them, chasing them and chasing them. He shouted at the Liangshan soldiers behind him: "Cabin! Cavalry... escape in front!"

"Surrender, surrender to death!" Thousands of Liangshan soldiers were panting and sweating profusely, and everyone shouted in unison. The Yellow Turban soldiers were tired of escaping and had no way to escape. They simply threw away their swords and guns, knelt down with a "plop" sound, and stopped resisting.

The soldiers of Liangshan simply saw the Yellow Turban soldiers kneeling down and stopped slashing and slashing directly, letting the brothers behind him take over, and continued to chase them forward and shouted: "Surrender! Surrender and not kill! Surrender and never die!" After catching up with the Yellow Turban soldiers who were still running away but still refused to surrender, the officials were not polite, and stabbed the guns and slaughtered them all.

Under such circumstances, the Yellow Turban soldiers did not understand that life was important, their souls were scattered, and they were like headless flies, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, all abandoned their swords and guns, knelt down honestly, waiting for the Liangshan official army to accept it.

"Cabin! Cavalry..." Yang Zhi, Zhu Wu and others clearly saw that the Yellow Turban infantry was no longer a problem. The key was the remnants of the Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry who fled in the front.

Yang Zhizhen shouted, "Chasing the cavalry!" After shouting, he shook his reins and grabbed the war horse under his crotch. He crossed the black and yellow-tongued infantry kneeling on the ground, and chased Zhu Tong like a gust of wind.

The heroes of Liangshan, including Li Ying, the military advisor of the Tianyu, Zhu Wu, and other heroes of Liangshan, as well as the twenty or thirty horse-riding generals, all roared and chased after them.

Hundreds of Yellow Turban Cavalry in front fled in a panic. Zhu Tong was clenched tightly behind him. Seeing that it was close, the two Yellow Turbans covered in yellow turbans roared Zuo and shouted: "Master, I'll stop that guy." After that, the two pulled the reins of the horse, turned around and held their spears and rushed back towards Zhu Tong, the beautiful bearded man.

"Good come!" The beautiful bearded man could see clearly. With the horsepower, a cold light flashed suddenly, and whistled towards the two Yellow Turban generals.

"Puff, puff..." The three horses hedged by, and only two clear sounds of swords and guns entering the flesh were heard, and then "Ah! Ah!..." Two shrill roars sounded, and the two Yellow Turban warriors fell off their horses, and they saw two war horses crying in the air saddle.

"Where can you go!..." Zhu Tong roared and continued to chase him. Unfortunately, after this, Uncle Zhang ran farther, and only saw his back, and he saw an arrow escape.

"Zhi Mom..." Zhu Tong's eyes were full of tears. He was so calm that he cursed anxiously, and slapped his horse's buttocks hard and continued to chase after him.

Sudden.

"Surrender and don't kill!" The shaking shouts came from the front, mixed with the sound of rumbling iron hooves. A team of iron cavalry roared into the Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry from the side. A general led the team, wearing silver shiny armor, with a snowflake beast's head, with a handsome face, holding a white pear gun, which was Zhang Qing without feather arrows.

It turned out that the rushing into the battlefield on the western front was the 3,200 cavalry of the Fifth Seventh Battalion of the Cavalry led by Zhang Qing and Shi Jin. As soon as they returned to Liangshan in the morning, they knew that Shouzhang was surrounded. They obeyed Wu Yong's military orders and rushed over without stopping. The mountain road was rugged, seventy or eighty roads, and they rushed to arrive for two or three hours. Seeing that the two sides were fighting fiercely on the battlefield and fighting endlessly, it was already a critical moment. The two did not dare to stop at any time and led their subordinates to rush in from the side of the Yellow Turban Army on the western front. Who could withstand the impact of more than three thousand cavalry? The Yellow Turban immediately broke out on the western front, and the entire battlefield immediately broke out. The Yellow Turban fled in all directions, and they also chased them.

Zhang Qing had a bright eye. He saw hundreds of Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry fleeing back from afar. He immediately stopped chasing the infantry and led 1,600 iron cavalry under his command to rush over, and just happened to crash into the Yellow Turban Cavalry from the side.

"Kill!" Zhang Qing took the lead and shouted loudly, and the white pear blossom gun shook, shaking out the shadow of the gun in the sky, like a tree of pear blossoms, with colorful fallen flowers. However, the fallen flowers in the sky carried fierce murderous aura, "Brush..." pierced into the body of the Yellow Turban Cavalry, "Ah..." Several cavalrymen in front of him screamed and fell off their horses.

"Peng..."

Countless Liangshan iron cavalry behind him followed Zhang Qing and countless spears were stabbed out with the galloping horse, unstoppable. "Ah...ah..." Countless shrill screams sounded, and countless figures fell off the horse. Even if they were not stabbed to death, they were trampled to death by the ruthless iron hooves.

The Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry was not afraid of death, but raised their spears to fight back, but found that it was futile. The opponent's impact was so sharp, as if everyone was a powerful martial artsman. He sat upright and stood steadily, and the gun was irresistible with the horse's power. Everything that dared to hinder the roar of the war horse was crushed to ashes, and all counterattacks were as fragile as white paper.

"How could this happen!" The Yellow Turban Cavalry roared in despair, closed their unwilling eyes, and blood gushed under them like a spring.

With no stopping, Zhang Qing's Fifth Battalion had already penetrated the Yellow Turban Cavalry array from the side. Under the crushing and impact of thousands of cavalry, hundreds of Yellow Turban Cavalry were no more than ten, and the large areas of war horses were empty, all of which were covered with blood and blood on the ground. The rest were bloodless and dull, and they could not believe it. In one attack, the two armies had a much different battle loss. The Yellow Turban Cavalry only had dozens of cavalry left, but the opponent only lost dozens of cavalry.

"Revolve!" Zhang Qinglang shouted, and thousands of cavalrymen all turned around, holding long spears flat, ready to make a second impact.

"How could this happen?" Zhang Bo was also dull and shouted in a daze. This was even more unbelievable than the meteorite magic at the head of the Shouzhang City of the official army. The cavalry under his command were all soldiers of the old camp who had followed him for many years and fought thousands of miles away. Although they were not said to have excellent martial arts skills, they were all superb horse skills. Even if they were attacked and collided on the side, how could they be so different? How could they charge with guns in both hands? Thousands of people with such powerful martial arts skills? They are all generals and lieutenants?

"Surrender!" Zhang Qing shouted loudly with a gun, and the horse under his crotch roared repeatedly, waiting for the master to give orders.

"Huang Tian is here! God will not bless me, Uncle Zhang!" Uncle Zhang yelled to the sky. After he roared, he glared angrily, his beard and hair were all wide open, and he roared: "Come on! Only Uncle Zhang who died in battle!"

The old cavalry behind him shouted sadly: "Master General!" Then they also shouted: "Come on!" The war horses were silenced, and the wind was rustling.

"Kill!" Zhang Qing ordered, and thousands of powerful horses immediately neighed and roared. The "rumble" thunder sounded, first soothing the mess, then neatly, then rapidly and violently. Countless long spears with cold light roared forward, shaking like a bamboo shoot, destroying the world.

"Kill!" Zhang Bo's face was ferocious, his mouth was roaring, holding up the bronze sword, and rode forward and rushed forward.
Chapter completed!