Grim, death, hell...

When He Jin looked at the army that suddenly appeared from behind, these terrifying words suddenly flashed in his mind. He could not imagine the feeling when he saw all this, and an inexplicable chill suddenly surged into his heart.

There was no flag, no sound of killing, or even lifeless. At this moment, countless soldiers suddenly emerged behind the imperial army that had been suppressed by the entire army! These soldiers had empty eyes, wearing broken armor, including the Yellow Turban Army and the official army. The blood had long dried up, and the ferocious wounds were even covered with maggots. The thick white bones were hideous and terrifying in the wounds, and the rotten smell of the corpse filled the air to make people disgusted.

Like an evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell, the army slowly and dullly moved towards the imperial army's doll. They were like dolls led by invisible silk threads, with stiff movements and no sounds. To be more precise, they were just living walking zombies!

"Ah...!" The shrill cry came to an abrupt end, and a broken knife slashed into the neck of an imperial guard. In the horrified eyes of the imperial guards, these evil ghosts ruthlessly raised the broken weapons in their hands. They advanced, using the broken blade, sharp claws, and even their teeth to swallow living lives.

"Escape quickly! The evil ghosts in the underworld are rushing out to seek their lives!" The guards in charge of the guards shouted in horror. They were not afraid of death, but they could not erase the fear from the heart. The elite guards under He Jin quickly disintegrated in front of this ruthless death aura.

"Don't panic! This must be the magic of the Yellow Turban Thief! Hold it down and shoot arrows for me!" He Jin pulled out his sword and shouted loudly.

The archers were still in shock, but they could not resist He Jin's order. Arrows broke through the air, and a dense rain of arrows came all over the sky.

With the penetration sound of "Pu, pu!", the evil ghosts still moved forward. They seemed to have no sense at all. The flying arrows penetrated their armor and pierced their heads. They had no idea, but just moved forward stiffly while sucking the breath of death. Although the speed was slow, they never stopped.

Looking at the enemies who were almost all covered with arrows and slowly walking towards them like hedgehogs, the archers' hands began to tremble, and the guards in front had already begun to disintegrate, and the next group of evil ghosts would devour their lives.

"Escape!" Someone suddenly let out a terrifying cry, as if pushing the first domino, and the entire archer's position began to collapse quickly! They threw down the bow and arrow in their hands in horror and ran towards the front of the battlefield. Although the most fierce battle was taking place there, at least the opponent there was a living person with flesh and blood!

"Bastard! Escaper at the last battle, Zhan Li Jue! Come back!" He Jin roared with his sword, but his roar could not stop the fear of his soldiers. The defense line behind the Imperial Guard was collapsing rapidly.

"Cruff, crunch..." The terrifying sound stimulated He Jin's eardrum. He knew that it was the sound of climbing up the platform by stepping on the dot. Walking corpses and monsters were constantly climbing up. In just a few minutes, the enemy had already pounced on the dot below the dot platform.

He Jin's eyes were flashing with his sword. Behind him was the dragon flag symbolizing the Han Empire. Beside him were soldiers and monsters who were scared out of fear. What should I do? The choice was right in front of him. He Jin was struggling. As long as he cut off the dragon flag, hundreds of thousands of troops would immediately rush to help! But at this time, he was obviously closer to victory than the Yellow Turban Army! Do you have to give up?!

"Cut down the dragon flag!" Qin Yang clenched his fists and stared at the trembling flag hard. His nails were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, and Qin Yang's hands were seeping out of his hands. It was a symbol of the Han Empire and the soul of the imperial team! When the dragon flag fell, the imperial army would be in chaos!

"Cut down! The dragon flag is not as important as your life!" In the corpse soldiers, a "walking corpse"'s eyes flashed with light. His face was pale and even his body was not angry at all. He knew that he might not last long. If He Jin was really not a famous general in the world as Qin Yang said, then he would have the opportunity to force him to make a choice!

"Hey!" He Jin slowly retracted the sword raised high, and his trembling palms were soaked with sweat. The words "Swear to serve the Empire to the death" were stuck firmly in his throat like a stubborn fish bone and could not be shouted out.

Finally, He Jin stomped his feet hard and inserted the sword in his hand heavily on the dot platform, "Cut off the dragon flag and the whole army returns to help!"

"Boom!" The dragon flag that stood tall on the dot, symbolizing the Han Empire, fell down with a bang. At this time, He Jin also sat down on the ground as if all his strength had been removed. He understood that although the dragon flag saved his life, the brilliant victory that was within his fingers and his future might fall down with the dragon flag.

"Sir! The dragon flag is falling!" Guan Hai cheered excitedly, and the big knife in his hand was shining with wind, as if the dragon flag had been cut off by him.

Sudden ecstasy instantly surged over Qin Yang's head, and Qin Yang's originally pale face also blushed with excitement, "Send the whole army to fight back! Kill! Kill me hard!"

"Huh... finally, it's broken." Guo Jia, who was mixed with the corpse soldiers, let out a long breath, and his tense nerves suddenly relaxed. Controlling the advance of two thousand corpse soldiers had almost exhausted all his strength. An endless feeling of fatigue suddenly came, and he could no longer support him.

"Pu, pu..." As Guo Jia fell, countless walking corpses instantly lost their strength and fell down one after another. After only a moment, all the evil ghosts that made the guards scared all became lifeless corpses.

"Sir, General, let us return to the aid!"

Sun Jian and Lu Zhi looked at each other, waved the sword in their hand and ordered: "Jiangdong Army, return to the central army! Come back with me!"

"Bastard! What is this guy He Jin doing?" Cao Cao glared fiercely at Zhang Niujiao, who was in a mess not far away in front of him, turned around and issued an order, "The Imperial Guard, the front team continues to rush, and the back team follows me to return to the central army!"

"Ma Yuanyi, you are lucky today! You will definitely take your head next time! The soldiers of the three armies will fight back to the central army with me!" Huangfu Song pointed his spear and gasped and issued an order.

"I want to run away? It's not that easy!" Ma Yuanyi did not care about the scars that were deep bones on his body, and raised his sword and roared: "The soldiers of Houtu Camp! The enemy's dragon flag has fallen, our army has won! Long live the Yellow Turban Army! Long live the Ming King! Kill me!"

"Long live the Yellow Turban Army! Long live the Ming King!" The soldiers of Houtu Camp roared wildly! They raised the swords and guns they snatched from the enemy's hands and rushed like a tide!

"Long live the Ming King! Long live the Yellow Turban!" Zhang Mancheng, Pei Yuanshao, Zhou Cang, Huangtianying and the Yellow Turban Cavalry shouted loudly, shaking the world!

"Long live the Ming King! The Yellow Turbans will win!" Zhang Niujiao and Han Zhong's army followed Cao Cao and Zhu Jun's army as if venting.

"Long live the Yellow Turban! Long live the Ming King! Huanglong and Lord Huang Shao will win! Sun Jian, if you have sex, don't run away!" Huang Long, who had just escaped the disaster, roared loudly, and his excitement after the disaster made him shout the most familiar slogans indiscriminately.

The storm was like a flood breaking the dam. The 300,000 Yellow Turban Army was like an irreversible huge torrent, rushing towards the retreating official army frantically. The soldiers fighting were not sure what it means to return to aid and defeat. If they ordered them to retreat, then they had to obey. They could only expose their backs completely to the enemy and be slaughtered!

The Yellow Turban Army had their eyes red when they killed each other. The bloody man had already taken off his armor and went into battle with bare hands. The enemy's bloody heads were hung around their waists! Chase and kill! At this moment, the entire Xiangcheng and the entire earth began to go crazy! Blood gathered into a river and dyed every inch of land red, and the heads piled into a hill and stood tall!

"Defeated, defeated..." He Jin had no time to consider that the central army had relieved the danger, and sat on the stage and muttered to himself. At this moment, he seemed to suddenly become extremely old. He really didn't want to face that helpless choice and withdraw his troops!

"We won! Guan Hai, we won!" Qin Yang hugged Guan Hai, who was also excited beside him, and couldn't help but kissed him hard on his face covered with sweat. Victory! This is a decisive victory! The Yellow Turban King whistled to the sky on the battlefield.

"In the autumn of the seventh year of Emperor Ling of the Han Empire, King Qin Yang of Ming came to the battlefield and defeated the 500,000 troops of the empire. The government and the country were shocked, and the name of the Yellow Turban King was thrilling from then on, and everyone in the country was shocked." - "Biographies of the Three Kingdoms"

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