"Kill!" When dozens of soldiers who couldn't even hold their swords were frantically jumping on the spears sticking out of their shields like tree branches, a shocking roar came from the Yellow Turban Army's position and the houses next to the street.
roar!
Blood continuously flowed down the barrel of the spear and splashed on the hands of the guards, splashing on their bodies. All the guards felt deep shock and fear in their hearts. It was as if what was splashed on them was not the enemy's.
It's hot blood, but it contains highly corrosive sulfuric acid! Sulfuric acid can only make their bodies feel pain, but this tremor comes from their hearts.
"Come on! Avenge your brothers! Long live King Ming!" Tao Sheng's eyes were blurry, and the long knife in his hand buzzed with fighting spirit. Endless anger and murderous intent burst from the throats of more than a hundred Yellow Turban soldiers on the barrier.
He roared out, even though the eternal hell is in front of them at this moment, it can't stop them in the slightest!
"Long live the Yellow Turban! Kill!" Huang Zhong's body jumped up high as he roared, and the fighting spirit like a substance struck the shield below him. In an instant, the bodies of several imperial guards below the shield softened at the same time.
However, he was bombarded by the tyrannical fighting spirit and vomited blood. Behind Huang Zhong, there were a hundred tigers who had just thrown away their bows and arrows and picked up their swords and guns! Their eyes were also burning with hatred and anger, and they had the same belief in the face splattered with
The yellow turban flag flying high with blood!
"King Guards, kill me!" Xia Mou shouted sharply after being startled. Although he was also shaken in his heart, the huge numerical advantage of thousands to two hundred gave him great confidence.
"Roar!" The shield array like a turtle shell collapsed immediately. Although the Imperial Guards on the street could not spread out and charge, they started to fight with the Yellow Turbans who rushed into their midst with an alarming number that almost filled the entire street.
The army engages in hand-to-hand combat!
"Long live the Yellow Turban! Long live King Ming!" A Yellow Turban soldier held up the two severed heads in his hands and roared. His eyes were already filled with blood, and thick plasma flowed down the top of his head. It was the blood of the enemy.
, his whole body was bathed in a pool of the enemy's blood! However, he could no longer move at this time. Nearly ten spears passed through his body, and he was like an unfinished statue. He was forever
It was frozen in that bloody roaring moment.
"Long live the Yellow Turban! Long live King Ming!" The long knife in Tao Sheng's hand could not be moved at all, because every time he made a cut, he would have to spend a huge amount of fighting energy to break the enemy's body and cut the opponent in half. The remaining limbs were already broken into pieces.
They were piled high around him, up to his knees. He was still chopping and fighting frantically.
The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army fell down one by one from exhaustion. Some were hacked to death by the enemy's swords, and some were trampled to death when their feet slipped. However, none of these warriors even groaned in pain. Their eyes were firm, and the only words in their mouths were:
The same slogan "Long live the Yellow Turbans!"
The single sword in Huang Zhong's hand has been curled, and his vision has long been blurred. Huang Zhong was extremely excited to become comrades with such a warrior and fight side by side with an army with such a will! This kind of excitement completely overwhelmed a normal person.
The fear of death completely occupied Huang Zhong's heart!
"Xia Mou! Do you dare to fight with me, Huang Zhong?!" Huang Zhong was like a god of death, splitting the shields of the Imperial Guards, splitting the enemy's armor, and splitting all the flesh and blood that stood in front of him. He was like
Like a fish swimming upstream full of tenacity in the rolling river, it is getting closer and closer to the goal in its heart, the big flag with the words "Summer of the Guards" written on it.
"Crazy! That guy is crazy! Stop him!" Seeing Huang Zhong's bloodthirsty eyes, Xia Mou had already forgotten that he was also a powerful fighter, and panicked and pushed the guards around him forward.
He was afraid, he didn't even have the courage to look Huang Zhong in the eye.
"Damn it, you killed me so happily, why didn't you wait for me?!" A sharp roar came from outside the alley, and the sound was particularly terrifying amid the strong smell of blood.
"General, the brothers outside the alley were attacked!" an officer of the Imperial Guard shouted in horror. More Imperial Guards outside the street were in chaos, and their voices even drowned out the killing sounds in the alley.
"There is an ambush! Evacuate quickly! Get out of the alley! Someone is coming..." Xia Mou had no time to think carefully and gave the order in a panic. Huang Zhong's momentum had completely frightened him, and now he just wanted to stay far away from this murderous god.
"Run away!" Someone shouted. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard did not have time to think too much. After seeing their commander's banner retreating towards the entrance of the street, they followed crazily and moved their rear.
Their backs were completely exposed in front of the crazy Yellow Turban Army. Many of the Imperial Guards who had no time to turn around due to unknown circumstances were directly stepped on by their frightened comrades who were facing them, and could never stand up again. In an instant, there were groans, screams and screams of escape.
The street in front of Qin Yang's mansion was in chaos.
"Kill! Kill!" Tao Sheng's pupils were filled with blood. He was already a little exhausted and his legs were unable to pull out from the stump that almost reached his waist. He could only scream hoarsely and wave the long knife at the escaping guards.
military.
"Kill!" All the Yellow Turban soldiers who could stand up roared to the sky, grabbed the weapons in their hands, and pursued them like Shura crawling out of the abyss of hell. Huang Zhong took the lead, holding the scroll in his hand.
The single swing of the blade was frantically harvesting the heads of the Imperial Guards like harvesting wheat. There was nothing else in his eyes, only the crazy escaping banner.
A strange scene appeared. On the streets of the imperial capital, dozens of crazy-looking men were chasing thousands of guards with swords in their hands, and these guards seemed to be scared out of their wits.
, running away desperately, not even daring to look back, and letting others slaughter him. And the person running at the front of the Imperial Guards was Xia Mou, who didn't even know where he had left his helmet. It could be seen from his frightened eyes.
When he came out, he was almost scared out of his wits. He didn't know how many ambushes the opponent had, and he had even forgotten that he was a general of the Han Empire.
"Brother Huang, stop! General Huang Shao, come and help!" Just as Huang Zhong and dozens of surviving Yellow Turbans were chasing after him crazily, a thin man rushed out from the side of the street like the wind.
The figure hugged Huang Zhong tightly. As he appeared, nearly a hundred people poured out of the street to stop the pursuing Yellow Turban soldiers.
"Kill!" Huang Zhong roared and tried to break free, but that big brother Huang's cry made him regain his consciousness slightly.
"Wei... Yan?" Huang Zhongqian said with a hoarse throat and looked at the man behind him who was thrown far away by him.
"Brother Huang, it's me. The enemy has retreated..." Wei Yan smiled and was helped up by Huang Shao. At this time, Huang Shao had quickly stopped dozens of crazy Yellow Turban soldiers. This time it was because of him
He and Wei Yan led a surprise attack on the flank, which caused chaos in the Imperial Guard camp, and Xia Mou was frightened away in panic.
"Kill! Kill! Long live the Yellow Turban!" When Huang Zhong and others returned to the street in front of Qin Yang's mansion, they heard a hoarse voice roaring from a distance, and the voice was full of endless anger and anger.
Killing intent.
"No! It's General Tao!" Huang Zhong and others' eyes flashed and they rushed towards the front of the barrier. When they arrived in front of the barrier, Tao Sheng's eyes were red and he was waving the long knife in his hand and roaring hoarsely. In Tao Sheng's eyes,
Under his body, the body submerged up to his thighs had been dug out of two deep ditches by Tao Sheng. It was with this incomparable vigor and the powerful power of faith in his heart that Tao Sheng, who had been killed, was able to survive.
Continuously advancing in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"General Tao..." Huang Zhong frowned and went to wake up Tao Sheng. Suddenly he was pulled by Huang Shao on the side. Huang Shao looked at Tao Sheng with a gloomy face and said: "General Tao has been killed.
Now, the only thing supporting him now is the faith and will in his heart. If you interrupt him at this time, he will probably directly..."
"You mean General Tao..." Huang Zhong looked at Tao Sheng in surprise, who was shouting "Kill, kill!". Wei Yan on the side nodded and glanced at Huang Zhong. Huang Zhong just said
Although he was better than Tao Sheng today, he almost injured Wei Yan. Wei Yanke still had lingering fears about this.
"General Huang, General Wei..." At this moment, Huang Shao spoke again: "You two are new to our Yellow Turban Army. Our Yellow Turban Army is different from other armies. Of course, the army under the command of the world's heroes is also extremely capable and invincible.
Fear of death. But the only one who can truly have an army with firm beliefs is me, the Yellow Turban."
As he spoke, Huang Shao solemnly and slowly walked to two meters in front of Tao Sheng. A pair of yellowish pupils stared closely at Tao Sheng's blood-filled eyes. Tao Sheng shouted to himself as if he was not aware of it.
Move forward step by step.
"The belief of the Yellow Turban Army? What is that? Is it the Yellow Turban Religion?" Wei Yan asked thoughtfully.
"That was before..." Huang Shao said contemptuously: "But now, the one who supports our entire Yellow Turban Army and becomes the soul of our Yellow Turban Army is one person."
Speaking of this, Huang Shao's expression suddenly became extremely solemn, and he said with a hint of excitement: "That person is His Highness the Yellow Turban King Ming! All the Yellow Turban soldiers believe that His Highness the Ming King is invincible, and only His Highness the Ming King can defeat this battle-torn territory.
Bring light to the devastated earth!"
As Huang Shao's voice gradually returned to calmness, he slowly said to Tao Sheng under the gazes of Huang Zhong and Wei Yan: "General Tao, you did not disappoint His Highness. The Yellow Turban banner has not fallen. We have won!"
"Kill!...Uh..." Tao Sheng, who was shouting to himself, suddenly became confused. When he turned around and saw the yellow scarf flag still flying high in the night wind behind him, he finally gave out a knowing smile.
, and then fell helplessly into a pool of blood.
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