Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

boom!

The two shields pressed tightly together, trembling slightly.

Among the Yellow Turban thieves, there are tall and powerful sword-and-shield fighters, and they didn't just rush up with the sword-and-shield hand as the vanguard.

The sword and shield hand of the Licheng Army and the sword and shield hand of the Yellow Turban thief were wrestling with each other. Their knees sank slightly, and ten toes were bent into hooks and grabbed the ground. They were the front line in the army. Whoever fell first would It means that the colleagues behind him will be slaughtered, so no matter how heavy the pressure is, they will stubbornly withstand the opposing opponent.

Whoosh!

An arrow broke the wind, and the arrow sank vigorously. It directly pierced a shield. It pierced the shield of a yellow turban thief's sword and shield hand. The castrated arrow went into his belly. In the middle, the Yellow Turban thief called out, and the Licheng Saber and Shield player who was confronting him was overjoyed. A collision took the opposite Yellow Turban thief to fly out, and the spearman behind him moved forward.

The bowstring trembled slightly, Xia Houyuan frowned, and took out an arrow from the quiver, always ready to support the weak needle and thread, while Guan Hai was like a mad tiger, waving a long knife in his hand into a ball of wind.

As for Liu Ye, holding the spear and standing in front of the Ten Thousand Army formations, one person withstood a front line. A Yellow Turban thief's sword and shield rushed towards him with a shield in his hand, Liu Ye swept away with a spear without saying a word, and the huge power swept away with the shield.

The officers and soldiers were tightly defending, and the Yellow Turban thief's army was weak for a while. Liu Ye saw it and rushed out with his soldiers.

Dozens of sharp soldiers followed Liu Ye and launched a counter-charge to the Yellow Turban thief in front of him. They caught the Yellow Turban thief by surprise, but they were surrounded by the Yellow Turban thief from all directions.

Yu Jin hurriedly ordered: "Shrink the front!"

Liu Ye took dozens of sharp soldiers and turned around to kill him, returning to the army.

Near the Qianli City Army in the center, it seemed to have become a huge grinding disc, and the yellow turban thieves surrounding them were slowly crushed by the huge grinding disc.

The battle damage ratio between the Licheng Army and the Yellow Turban thieves is very high. Basically, for every Licheng Army killed in the battle, three to five Yellow Turban thieves will be killed, and the Yellow Turban thieves have killed and injured more than a thousand people.

It was Liu Ye's martial arts realm that he had cultivated to a situation where "one feather cannot fall, no flies can be added", but all directions are overlapped with overlapping blades and swords in diagonal thorns. Liu Ye is inevitably injured for a while, with several wounds on his body. However, he was full of energy and blood, and he didn't care about it.

Liu Ye has already lost count of how many people have a blade in his hand. The spear in his hand has been replaced by another. The previous one pierced the leather armor of a Yellow Turban thief with too much force, so it broke from it, and he threw it aside. The blood-stained palm touched his body casually, picked up a spear from the ground, and continued to fight.

The helmet was thrown aside long ago, fighting hard, making Liu Ye sweat profusely, his head was covered by the helmet like a steamer, his hair became soggy when he took it off, and the leather armor he covered was covered with traces of blood. As for the cloth shirt covered in the leather armor, it was completely saturated with blood, and the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of a sea of ​​blood, although most of them were the blood of the Yellow Turban thief.

The spear was killed, as if Feng nodded. Liu Ye was surrounded by corpses. One of the Yellow Turban thief came up and was stabbed to death by the spear. A strong smell of blood rushed across his face several feet away.

A yellow turban thief plucked up the courage and rushed up towards Liu Ye holding the sword, but Liu Ye had just turned around, only a pair of eyes were not red all over his body, staring at him fiercely, the blood on his body tick tick, respectively. The spear and clothes fell off and shouted.

"Huh!"

The yellow turban thief knelt to the ground with a thud, trembling all over, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He usually pretends to be a tough soldier in the army, but when he saw Liu Ye's appearance today, he couldn't kill himself and he fell to his knees in fright.

"Help...Help!"

The yellow turban thief turned around and fled. Although many yellow turban thief were eager to give a reward, there was only one life. The yellow turban thief who had been frightened by the forces of the Licheng army suddenly turned around and ran away. Flee backwards.

He Man had already prepared. The Hundreds of Supervisors stood fiercely in front of him and saw the Yellow Turban thief who ran back. Without saying anything, he stepped forward with an axe, and the Yellow Turban thief suddenly fell to the ground.

He Man personally killed one of the soldiers. The blade slashed his neck, and blood spattered from the section, splashing He Man's head and face, making it even more hideous.

"After the battle, see one, kill one!"

Under the butcher knife of the supervising team, the Yellow Turban had no choice but to return and launch another attack.

At this time, the two thousand archers who had rested opened their bows and arrows again, releasing the two thousand arrows rain, covering the top of the Licheng Army.

Liu Ye frowned when he saw this, and picked up the corpse of a Yellow Turban thief from the ground to block him, and slowly backed away.

collapse!

The arrows fell like rain, and there were three volleys in a row, and six thousand arrows covered them. Rao Liu Ye had a shield in front of him, but he still inevitably hit two arrows. One arrow hit his shoulder and the other hit his calf. on.

Liu Ye snorted, and threw the corpse of the yellow turban thief who had been pierced into a hedgehog, thrusting his spear into the ground, reaching out to firmly grasp the arrow shaft, gritted his teeth, and broke.

Both of the two arrow shafts exposed to the flesh were severely broken by Liu Ye, and only the arrows remained in the flesh, but if they were taken out at this moment and bleed instead, let this battle survive and deal with it.

Liu Ye retreated to the formation, but the Yellow Turban thief regained his weakness and attacked again. Both sides suffered mutual damage. However, as soon as Yu Jin saw that the formation was loose, he immediately ordered to shrink the formation and close the formation, the formation was always guarded as solid as a rock.

In fact, the battle damage of the Licheng Army was very large. The reason why it has not been completely defeated is because knowing that there are Yellow Turban thieves around, he will definitely not be able to run out. Once defeated, he will die faster, so he can only grit his teeth and persist.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour. The Yellow Turban attacked a total of eight times before and after, but all were repelled. However, Bocai seemed determined today to completely eliminate the Licheng Army, so he executed a large number of broken troops, assembled the troops again, and brewed the ninth attack, without giving the Licheng Army a chance to breathe.

Liu Ye only felt that his throat was extremely thirsty. This was severe dehydration during the war.

"Junhou, Yu Tun Chief checked the number. I'm waiting for less than 700 people..."

Hearing this number, Liu Ye's heart was shocked.

One thousand and two hundred people, now only half are left...

Looking at the fluttering yellow flag of the Chinese character on the opposite side, Liu Ye suddenly straightened up.

"Tell Wen Ze, erect the flag!"

"Junhou, what flag?"

"Han flag."