The Conquest of the Three Kingdoms

"Five hundred heroes and five hundred monuments, the heroes are gone forever. When you look back, forget the battlefield, and the victory or defeat is already a joke."

Cao Jun sounded loud and sharp horns one after another, each time the horn was accompanied by the charge of countless soldiers and horses, but the five hundred soldiers were all courageous warriors who died generously.The iron men collided, and they died without hesitation. With ferocious faces, bloody swords, low howls, and filled with smoke and dust, the entire outside of Wancheng was enveloped and annihilated by this brutal atmosphere of primitive fighting.

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

Zhang Liao seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly persuaded Xia Houyuan beside him: "General, we shouldn't devote all our troops to destroying these five hundred soldiers, we should send only one thousand soldiers."

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

Zhang Liao knew that he was a surrendered general, and he had no other merits, but he had nothing to do with Cao Cao's trusted generals, so he had no choice but to watch all this happen helplessly.

Xia Houyuan was known for his fierceness. He commanded the army thinking he was going to fight. He never knew how to hide his strength. He only knew how to mobilize the army to encircle and wipe out the five hundred soldiers. At the moment when the five hundred soldiers and Lei Peng were dead and wounded, suddenly Wancheng The gate of the city opened, and the eight thousand mourners led by Chen Dao came out together. Those who watched their companions die so tragically from the top of the city, the anger hidden in their hearts erupted instantly, and each of them looked like a tiger. Also pounce on these enemy troops that have begun to loosen.

The whistling of the sawtooth skybow, the splendor of the Molotov cocktail, the rampage of the long spear......

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

But at this time, the rainy rain in the south suddenly came from the sky. It was just that 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. crossbow,

And Tianjian became more violent with the rain. Those Cao Jun who fell one after another couldn't see the rain lines clearly and which ones were crossbow arrows. Countless lives spurted mouthfuls of blood at this moment, and the white water flow on the ground It also gradually converged into a long red river.

Perhaps when both sides are exhausted, both sides need to be encouraged by a new force to win.

The armor on Zhang Liao's shoulders had already been pierced by several crossbow arrows, and Xia Houyuan's horse was also shot to death by thousands of crossbow arrows. He was struggling alone, and the tiger and leopard cavalry had not yet shown their powerful combat power. Swallowed by the first round of gorgeous spray, only the armor, weapons, and broken flags that failed miserably...

Zhang Liao's shout, Xia Houyuan's fierceness, and Chen Dao's numbness erupted in the midst of thousands of troops.

The drums on the top of the city also stopped, and the civil servants cried helplessly for the fallen soldiers...

The final blow finally appeared in the neighing of war horses after a violent storm, the full moon scimitar flashed coldly with the dark clouds that jumped out of the daylight, and suddenly thunder finally appeared, appearing in this rainy day The moment of hope appears at the moment when the raindrops have not completely dripped from the brim of Cao Jun's soldier's hat. These three thousand barbarians are riding like a sharp sword. The fighting spirit is completely disintegrated, wherever the full moon scimitar is drawn, the flag will fall there, Cao Bing is like a retreating tide, no longer fighting power, although there are still fifty or sixty thousand, but there is no such strength anymore Launched an attack, but in the end they could only bleed thousands of miles away, and these victors also chased these losers with force. Similarly, after the tide receded, they were left with only a few sparse troops...

"We won, we won..."

The whole army sent out the last carnival. They are no longer shouting with their bodies, but a kind of will. Once they are depressed, the will may disappear in a moment, and they will not be able to sleep for a long time...