"Five hundred heroes and five hundred monuments, the heroes are gone and never come back. When you look back and forget about the battlefield, the victory or defeat is already a joke."

Cao Jun sounded loud and fierce horns one after another. Each horn was accompanied by the charge of countless troops and horses, but the five hundred soldiers were brave warriors who generously sacrificed their lives. The iron men clashed and refused to turn around, with ferocious faces covered in blood. The swords, the low howls, the diffuse smoke, the entire Wancheng city was enveloped and annihilated by the brutal atmosphere of this primitive fight.

At this time, the tight enemy formation also began to loosen a lot.

Zhang Liao seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly tried to persuade Xia Houyuan beside him: "General, we should not devote all our troops to annihilating these five hundred sergeants. We should just send a thousand sergeants."

At this time, the arrogant Xia Houyuan waved his hand and said: "Zhang Liao, I am the commander-in-chief of the three armies. Do you need you to teach me how to command the battle?"

Zhang Liao knew that he was a surrendered general and had great merits, but he had no choice but to watch all this happen helplessly to Cao Cao's trusted generals.

Xia Houyuan was known for his fierceness. He commanded the army in a desperate manner and never knew how to hide his strength. He only knew how to mobilize the army to encircle and annihilate the five hundred soldiers. At the moment when the five hundred soldiers and Lei Peng were all killed and injured, suddenly Wancheng The city gate opened, and the eight thousand mourning soldiers led by Chen Dao came out to kill them all. The deaths of these companions who were watching on the top of the city were so tragic that the anger hidden in their hearts burst out in an instant, and everyone looked like Like tigers, they pounced on these enemy troops that had begun to loosen up.

The roar of the saw-tooth sky bow, the splendor of the Molotov cocktail, the rampage of the spear...

Chen Dao has forgotten that this is war, because it has become numb. He is now just a killing tool. He and the big knife in his hand have become one. Wherever the knife touches, blood is flying. The desperate voices of the next two people...

At this time, the plum rain rain from the south suddenly floated from the sky. The brilliant sparks just now were instantly extinguished by the ruthless heavy rain. The Wancheng army had to throw away the weapons in their hands and choose to fight hand-to-hand, and all the people in the sky were crossbow,

But the arrows from the sky became more violent with the rain. Those Cao soldiers who fell one after another could not see clearly those rain lines and which ones were crossbow arrows. Countless lives spurted out mouthfuls of blood at this moment, and the white water on the ground They also gradually gathered into long red rivers.

Perhaps when both sides are exhausted, both sides need the encouragement of a new force to achieve victory.

The armor on Zhang Liao's shoulders has been pierced by several crossbow arrows, and Xia Houyuan's war horse has also been shot by thousands of crossbow arrows. He is struggling to deal with it alone, and the tiger and leopard cavalry have been killed before the powerful combat power of the tiger and leopard cavalry is revealed. Swallowed by the first round of gorgeous spray, only the defeated armor, weapons, and broken flags remained...

Zhang Liao's shout, Xia Houyuan's fierceness, and Chen Dao's numbness instantly broke out among the thousands of troops.

The drums on the top of the city also stopped, and the civilian officials helplessly cried for these fallen soldiers...

The final blow finally appeared in the neighing of the war horses after a violent storm. The full moon scimitar jumped out of the dark clouds instantly with the sun and gave off bursts of cold light. Suddenly, Lei finally appeared, appearing in the clear sky after the rain. The moment of hope appeared when the raindrops had not completely fallen from the brim of Cao's soldiers' hats. These three thousand barbarians' elite cavalry, like a sharp sword, only took the last moment in the hearts of all the enemy soldiers. All fighting spirit collapsed. Wherever the scimitar of the full moon struck, the flags fell there. Cao's soldiers retreated like a tide. They no longer had fighting strength. Although there were still fifty or sixty thousand, they no longer had that strength. An attack was launched, but in the end it was a disaster. The victors also pursued the losers with force. After the tide receded, they were left with only a sparse manpower...

"We won, we won..."
Chapter completed!