The two armies were confronting each other. On the Yellow Turban side, tens of thousands of people were densely packed, and the area was completely dark.

On the Zhuojun volunteer side, hundreds of people were divided into three square formations, arranged in three directions: left, center and right.

In front of the square formation, there were about ten cavalrymen. One cavalryman was holding a big flag with a Liu character, and the flag was fluttering in the wind.

The war is about to break out, and the wind is killing everyone.

Suddenly, a man rode out from among the rebels. The horse was a black and shiny horse. The rider on the horse was a leopard-headed man with round eyes and a face as black as the bottom of a pot. A mustache under his chin was like a needle, a burly body, and holding an eight-foot-long snake.

Warrior with spear.

The black man rode his horse to the middle area where the two armies were confronting each other, reined in the horse, and stood up with the sound of Xilulu as the horse was being pulled.

"Hey! Zhang Fei from Yan is here! Do you dare to fight to the death?" The black men's voice was like thunder, holding spears directly to the Yellow Turbans' formation, shouting to fight to the Yellow Turbans.

"I'm here to meet you!" Deng Mao, the commander-in-chief of the Yellow Turban Xiaoqu, used his own force. He was furious and rode out to fight Zhang Fei.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Deng Mao wanted to kill Zhang Fei to boost the morale of the Yellow Turbans.

Zhang Fei was also excited when he saw the enemy generals coming into battle.

Both sides clamped down on the horse's belly to speed up the horse.

An arrow was reached in the blink of an eye. The horses of both sides were as fast as lightning. Their horses' heads were facing each other, and their spear points were also charging at each other. They didn't dodge or give way, and they collided directly.

"Take your life!"

When the two horses crossed each other, there was another loud shout. Now when he heard it from a closer distance, it sounded like a thunderstorm. Deng Mao couldn't help being startled, and his movements couldn't help but slow down for half a beat.

Suddenly, he saw a cold light coming straight to his chest. The horses were crossing each other at a speed as fast as lightning. Deng Mao was about to attack with his spear, but his chest felt cold.

The battle failed, and Deng Mao was knocked off his horse by Zhang Fei with a spear.

The horses had staggered, and Deng Mao was no longer around.

In the formation, Cheng Yuanzhi was shocked when he saw that Deng Mao had been beheaded.

"Kill! Come on!" The black man was so brave that he could not stop him. Knowing that he was no match for him, Cheng Yuanzhi hurriedly ordered the army to press him past.

However, the Yellow Turbans were originally a ragtag group composed of refugees who made up the majority. Deng Mao was beheaded and their leader was lost. Although the Yellow Turbans were numerous, they had no fighting spirit.

Cheng Yuanzhi ordered the entire army to press forward. However, the Yellow Turban troops looked at each other and hesitated to move forward.

In particular, when Zhang Fei took advantage of the power of killing the general and rushed towards the Yellow Turban commander's flag, Cheng Yuanzhi not only stopped moving forward, but also turned his horse's head to get behind. The general's courage was such that the general was intimidated like this, and the rest

How can the Yellow Turbans still have fighting spirit?

Zhang Fei saw that the flag of the Yellow Turban commander was wavering and knew that the other enemy was about to flee. "Drive!" Zhang Fei then urged his horse to rush towards the enemy's formation.

Zhang Fei's horse was fast and sharp with his spear, and he rushed to the front of the Yellow Turban formation in an instant. Several rows of Yellow Turban soldiers in front of the formation were holding spears and cowering close to each other. Their spears were pointing forward, but their eyes were full of fear.

When the war horse was still two or three positions away from hitting the gun array, Zhang Fei suddenly lifted the reins and pulled the horse's head sideways. The horse, which was charging at top speed, neighed and instantly turned around and pointed toward the gun.

The formation rushed away.

In the flash of lightning, the yellow turban spearmen in the front row felt their eyes go dark, and a black shadow flashed past. Then the long spear in his hand was knocked away by the huge force from the side and flew away.

Then there were several muffled sounds of physical collisions, and then two screams, Zhang Fei cut diagonally into the spear formation, and the war horse crashed into the enemy formation. The force of the horse's charge was so strong that it directly broke the bones of several spearmen.

As soon as he entered the enemy's formation, Zhang Fei entered an uninhabited area and stabbed one of them to death on the spot with the snake spear in his hand. The snake spear's blade was curved like a snake and stabbed into the chest. The spear used the speed of the horse and was extremely fast. With one shot, the man and his armor were killed.

He stabbed a yellow turban spearman in the back row who was aiming for a sneak attack.

Before the Yellow Turban Lancer screamed, Zhang Fei didn't even look at it. He pulled the spear handle with one hand, pulled out the snake spear, and then swung the spear shaft down with his backhand with a snap.

The eight-foot-long snake spear made of fine steel was struck with one blow, breaking two wooden spears and deflecting several spears. The spear blade hit the head of a yellow turban sword and shield soldier in the back row. There was a click and the spear blade cut.

When the head entered, it was like a kitchen knife chopping open a watermelon, and the blood spurted out.

Another Yellow Turban dies.

It's a long story, but it's actually very short. It all happened in a split second. Zhang Fei was charging into the spear formation with his horse. When the horse approached the spear formation, it suddenly swerved and cut into the spear formation. In just a moment, the war horse hit several yellow scarf soldiers and injured several people, eight feet tall.

The moment the snake spear broke into the formation, it easily pierced a yellow scarf soldier. Zhang Fei pulled out the spear, grabbed the tail of the spear with his backhand and smashed the snake spear to the left, killing another person.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fei had killed two people, injured several others, and had already charged through the Yellow Turbans' front row of gun formations.

Seeing Zhang Fei's bravery, Cheng Yuanzhi, who was huddled in the formation, no longer had the fighting spirit, and hurriedly whipped his horse, trying to retreat a little further.

Zhang Fei came here with his eyes on Cheng Yuanzhi, who was under Shuai's banner, so how could he allow Cheng Yuanzhi to escape.

"The thief will leave!"

When Zhang Fei saw that the enemy was about to leave, he shouted loudly, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, and then galloped after him.

At this time, the morale of the Yellow Turbans was already shaky.

Standing in the Yellow Turban enemy formation, Zhang Fei stabbed the eight-foot-long snake spear left and right, but none of his men could defeat the enemy.

"Run away!" The morale of the Yellow Turban refugees was already weak. Finally, some of them couldn't help but be afraid. When Zhang Fei, who was fierce and bloody, came to kill them, the Yellow Turban soldiers dropped their swords and ran to the side.

One person ran and led a group of people to run. In an instant, all the Yellow Turbans lost their fighting spirit.

There is nothing worse than a defeat like a mountain.

Zhang Fei chased Cheng Yuanzhi again. When the Yellow Turban soldiers in front saw him chasing him, they fled to both sides.

Therefore, although Zhang Fei was in the enemy formation of tens of thousands of people, surrounded by a sea of ​​people, wherever Zhang Fei passed, the front of his horse's head was like the waves of the sea. The Yellow Turban soldiers were afraid of Zhang Fei's power, and a passage was forcibly separated from the sea of ​​people.

After a few fights, there was no fight left, and as far as the eye could see, the yellow turban soldiers' flags were flying backwards, like ants scattering, running away in all directions.

The sounds of the Yellow Turban Soldiers crying for their fathers and mothers could be heard all over his ears. Zhang Fei felt unhappy and was not satisfied with the beating.

Seeing that the enemy general was thirty or forty steps ahead, Zhang Fei shouted excitedly, "The enemy general will not leave!"

Immediately he clamped his legs between the horse's belly and chased even more urgently.

Cheng Yuanzhi, who was trying to escape, was shocked when he saw Zhang Fei approaching. He quickly picked up his bow and arrow and wanted to shoot Zhang Fei at close range.

Being able to become a Yellow Turban general by virtue of his bravery, Cheng Yuanzhi's military strength is remarkable.

In the midst of the chaotic army, Cheng Yuanzhi leaned on his horse with his body lowered. While fleeing, he looked back secretly to see how close Zhang Fei was pursuing.

Zhang Fei's horse was fast. At this time, the Yellow Turbans were dispersed and there were no other soldiers to stop them. In an instant, they caught up with Cheng Yuanzhi within twenty steps.

Seeing Zhang Fei approaching, Cheng Yuanzhi's eyes flashed with coldness, he straightened up from his horse, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, all in one go.

The bow was stretched to seventy percent full, and the bow made a clanging sound as it was being pulled. (Hold!) Cheng Yuanzhi's eyes widened and he secretly shouted in his heart.

There was a bang, the sound of the bow string exploding, and the sharp arrow flew off the string.

He hurriedly opened his bow, but Cheng Yuanzhi's archery skills were good, and the arrow shot towards Zhang Fei who was twenty steps away at extremely fast speed.

A black shadow came towards him, Zhang Fei struck with his spear, and with a bang, the arrow was easily knocked away.

Seeing that the cold arrow failed, Cheng Yuanzhi was even more frightened. He immediately threw away his bow and tried to rush his horse to escape.

After not escaping for long, the sound of horse hooves was approaching behind him. Cheng Yuanzhi turned around in horror, and the black man from the army was already chasing him.

"The thief is beheaded!"

A strong gust of wind blew by, and Cheng Yuanzhi felt a flash of cold light, then a pain in his neck, and suddenly felt that the scenery around him was spinning around and around, turning the world upside down.

A thud.

The enemy general's head fell to the ground, but his body was still on the horse.

Cheng Yuanzhi's horse was frightened and ran wildly, carrying the headless corpse on the horse for a while. Then, the corpse tilted and fell off the horse's back with a thud.

Zhang Fei stood up with his spear and laughed loudly. On the blade of Zhangba Snake Spear, which was as bright as snow, bright red blood was dripping down from the two sharp spear tips, as if dripping blood.
Chapter completed!