Although she was dressed very formally and tightly, everyone who looked at her felt their breathing quicken and their heartbeat speed up. Her stunning face and graceful figure were wrapped in an invisible layer of psychic mirror mist, which reflected everyone's most beautiful fantasies and the dirtiest desires. A woman who inherited the blood of both a true dragon and a succubus. Considering that the emperors of the Han Dynasty generally had higher XP than ordinary people, this kind of mixed blood among the royal family was not uncommon. "It's okay, Junior Sister." Gongsun Zan looked at his junior sister, the leader of the militia in Zhuo County, Liu Bei, with high spirits. He rubbed her long pink hair lovingly and spoke in a doting tone. "I will temporarily hand over the command of my troops to you. Tomorrow morning, you will help me lead the Youzhou cavalry to fight. It will be a good opportunity to practice your commanding skills. I don't ask you to defeat the Yellow Turban Army, just hold them to the north bank of the Lu River. I will take the White Horse Volunteers out to do something big now. Around noon tomorrow, you will see 20,000 Yellow Turbans reduced to ashes!" "As ordered." Liu Bei nodded in agreement. After all, he was just a rookie, while his senior sister was already a famous hero who roamed Youzhou. Chapter 66: Youzhou Cavalry The next morning, Liu Bei gathered his troops and headed for Youzhou to contain the Yellow Turbans. Following his senior sister's orders, he wanted to trap them near the north bank of the Lu River. This task was not difficult. Youzhou, like Bingzhou, was a border area. The Han troops in these two places were still full of martial virtues. Just as Bingzhou absorbed Xianbei troops as soldiers, Youzhou also absorbed Wuhuan troops, who also belonged to the Donghu system, to supplement its combat power. One thousand Wuhuan cavalry and one thousand Han army cavalry were all veterans who had followed Gongsun Zan through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Their combat effectiveness crushed the Yellow Turban Army, but their numbers were too small.
What's more, these Yellow Turbans from Youzhou have been fighting with me for half a month. The cavalry they had worked so hard to build up had been lured out and eaten up by me and my senior sister in the previous battle. Only the large-scale infantry was left, which needed to be slowly consumed. With flags waving and drums beating, Liu Bei temporarily took command of 2,000 cavalrymen. Relying on her battle record since her debut, the Youzhou soldiers trusted this Han succubus, Lu Zhi's student, and Gongsun Zan's junior sister, and were willing to listen to her. Teams of soldiers, carrying the Han red flag with a red background and black edges, rushed towards the Yellow Turban camp. After arriving at the designated location, they fired rockets at the Yellow Turban camp, igniting and burning the enemy's camp, causing screams and cries. Faced with the harassment of the cavalry, Cheng Yuanzhi did not dare to be negligent. He immediately ordered the soldiers to fetch water to put out the fire. At the same time, he assembled armored soldiers to guard the gates of the camp to guard against possible cavalry attacks. After several rounds of exploratory rocket harassment, Liu Bei suddenly discovered a problem - why is the enemy's rain of arrows so sparse? If you think about it carefully, Cheng Yuanzhi's Yellow Turbans have been fighting with him in Youzhou for half a month, but have not taken an inch of territory and have been living off their old resources. His base camp in Puyin has been cut off by the White Horse Camp, and he can no longer get any logistical support - in other words, the arrows he consumed can no longer be replenished. Have they run out of arrows? In order to verify his guess, Liu Bei flapped his dragon-feather wings and soared into the sky. Like a pink meteor, he danced over the heads of the Yellow Turban Army. Such a striking appearance immediately caused a burst of exclamations, but since he was flying in the sky, the Yellow Turban Army could only shoot two or three feather arrows sparsely and throw seven or eight spears, trying to kill this damn rebel leader in the battle. Liu Bei was not in a hurry. He wielded two horse-slaying swords with both hands, and rolled up a storm of sword blades in the sky, cutting off all the flying arrows. Not a single arrow could hurt her at all. Seeing that the Yellow Turban Army had really run out of arrows and could not even fire a volley after seeing that their leader was unable to do so, Liu Bei did not hesitate and immediately flew back to tell the generals about the information and readjusted the deployment. The Wuhuan troops on the front line rushed directly to the enemy camp, put a lasso on the wooden fence, and then ran backwards while pulling the rope, destroying all the enemy's fences and wooden walls, exposing the entire Yellow Turban Army to their own iron hooves. "One song, two songs, harassment tactics!!!" Liu Bei gave an order and ordered two groups of one thousand cavalry to gallop out. When they were less than forty meters away from the Yellow Turban Army, they quickly divided into twenty teams. Dust was flying and horses' hooves were chattering. The one thousand cavalry surrounded the 20,000 Yellow Turban Army north of Lushui. Suddenly, a shrill scream tore through the sky. It was the terrifying sound of the Han army commander firing a whistling arrow. The 49 Han cavalrymen under his command bent their bows and drew their arrows as if by reflex, and threw a cloud of feather arrows towards the whistling arrow! The sound of more arrows piercing the air resounded through the sky, and the sky was filled with arrows pouring down like a rainstorm! Nailing into shields, hitting armor, and piercing flesh and blood! The enemies shot by the arrows fell one after another, screaming, wailing, and crying. Some enemies were shot in the vitals and died on the spot; others were shot in the limbs or torso and rolled on the ground in pain; their blood dyed the land red, covering the north bank of the Lu River with a carpet of blood and flesh. The Youzhou cavalry urged their horses to circle around the Yellow Turban Army while shooting arrows. Their arrows kept shooting out, like the sickle of the god of death, reaping the lives of the enemy. The Yellow Turban Army, which had run out of long-range ammunition, could only hide behind their shields and passively defend. However, these Youzhou cavalry were extremely good at dealing with shields. The cavalry on the left held the bow in their right hand and shot to the right; the cavalry on the right held the bow in their left hand and shot to the left, forming a terrifying cross fire on the battlefield. Everyone used the rapid shooting that the Han army archers had to learn in the first lesson, and shot arrows all over the sky at a very terrifying frequency. Anyway, the enemy crowd was a very large target, and even if they missed the target, they would hit the enemy next to him. Facing the crossfire of the Youzhou cavalry, the Yellow Turban Army didn't know whether to use their shields to defend to the left or the right. They were shot and their skin was torn apart, and blood flowed like a river. Many people were shot in the back because they raised their shields to the left or right. They were shot like hedgehogs and collapsed in a pool of blood. Soon, the entire Yellow Turban Army was thrown into chaos by the rain of arrows. Screams, shouts, and the sound of horse hooves intertwined together, forming a suffocating echo of death. "Charge out! There are only a thousand of them!" Cheng Yuanzhi tried to break out. There were only 180 cavalrymen surrounding the infantrymen. The encirclement was so thin that it seemed as if it could be torn apart by a charge. However, the infantrymen who had just rushed out were immediately hit by a devastating blow from all the nearby cavalrymen. They were shot by a rain of arrows and threw away their weapons. The nearest cavalrymen rode away, and even twisted their waists to the side and shot deadly arrows from their backs degrees, killing the Yellow Turban Army so much that they fled back to the relatively safer camp and silently endured the deadly rain of arrows from the Youzhou Army. Seeing that the enemy was weakened by the rain of arrows, Liu Bei immediately ordered a cavalry unit to launch an iron cavalry charge towards the Yellow Turbans, armed with lances and long spears. They did not seek to break through the camp with one blow, but launched an ordinary charge under the cover of the rain of arrows, killing a large number of casualties with the force of the charge, and then left immediately. They would never engage in long-term entanglement, but slowly bleed the enemy, leaving the Yellow Turban infantry with corpses all over the ground and blood flowing like a river. They could only hope that the enemy would run out of arrows or be exhausted.
But at this moment, Liu Bei replaced the tired first and second cavalry, and led the third and fourth cavalry reserves to charge forward. The fourth cavalry was divided into two teams and fought in a circle, giving the Yellow Turban Army no chance to breathe. In front of the Yellow Turban Army, the logistics troops handed bags of arrows directly to the Youzhou cavalry on the front line who were running out of arrows, which made the Yellow Turban Army extremely desperate. Among the cavalry responsible for charging into the battle array, two figures stood out. One of them had a ruddy face, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes; red lips, pearly teeth, and a high nose; his long black hair fell to his toes like a waterfall, and was kept very smooth and soft, like a piece of black silk dancing in the air with the wind. His slender body was clad in a black armor and green robe, and his slender arms wielded a crescent-shaped sword. Every time he charged, the long-handled battle blade in his hand could even split the person, shield, and armor in half. As for the other person, it was not known whether he was born with this skin color due to tanning or was born that way, but his skin was a lovely and playful chocolate color, his beautiful eyes were wide open, his lips were grinning, his tall and attractive body was clad in black armor and a black robe, and his pair of black hands were wielding an extremely unique and strange weapon: the pole of this thing was two and a half meters long, and the blade was one and a half meters long, a full four meters long, and the steel blade was not a straight blade, but instead was like a twisted snake body, or like a dancing flame, it was actually a hideous and twisted flame-shaped battle blade, which stabbed, swept, slapped, and killed the Yellow Turban Army on the battlefield, causing their limbs to fly and flesh and blood to splatter! The two of them were like two young dragons, one green and one black, constantly tearing and crashing into the Yellow Turban Army's last line of defense. The author says: Author's words: Three chapters of explosive updates~ The monthly votes have exceeded 1400, and the number of explosive updates is +2 Chapter 67: White Horse Volunteers Although the Youzhou army had the advantage on the battlefield, their numbers were too small. They had only more than 2,000 cavalrymen, and they were divided into two teams to take turns to fight in order to maintain their strength. At the same time, only 1,000 cavalrymen could fire a heavy rain of arrows and launch a thundering attack. The number of Yellow Turban Army exceeded 20,000. Cheng Yuanzhi led all the Thunder Warriors to the battlefield personally, carrying a shield to stabilize the battle line. The thousands of defected Jizhou Army used shields to protect the left and the right. The people in the middle held the shields on their heads and defended against the flying arrows like turtles. Countless halberds stretched out from the gaps between the shields, and with the Thunder Warriors who could use the five-meter battle spears as javelins, ordinary Youzhou cavalry really couldn't charge. At this time, beams of dazzling golden halos flashed wantonly in the camp - they were Huang Tian's fanatical followers, who were using Huang Tian's magic to quickly treat and heal their brothers' injuries, allowing the rebellious Jizhou soldiers who were wounded by the rain of arrows to return to the battlefield roaring. If this goes on, the result of this battle will still be the same as before: the number of troops on both sides is too disparate, and there are thousands of traitors from the Jizhou Army among the huge militia. He can only cause certain damage to this behemoth and slowly bleed it, but cannot kill it with one blow. Liu Bei and Cheng Yuanzhi were fighting fiercely here, but they did not notice that the water level of Lushui had been falling wildly since Gongsun Zan and his thirty white horse volunteers disappeared last night. By noon, a large amount of wet riverbed was even exposed on both sides of Lushui, and the whole river was visibly thinner. The Yellow Turban Army generally did not take this seriously. A small matter like the falling water level was not worth mentioning compared to the harassment from the Youzhou cavalry. "boom!!!" When the two sides fought from early morning to noon, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the upper reaches of the Lu River! It was as if something collapsed and shattered several miles away. The Yellow Turban Army and the Youzhou Army looked to the west in astonishment at the same time, only to see a flood that broke through the dam and rushed over with the force of sweeping across the world! A wave several meters high rolled up on the Youzhou Plain! The forests, shrubs, and rocks on both sides of the Lu River were all washed away and swept away by the river, rushing downstream together, and the rolling mud turned the clear stream into a terrifying yellow-brown color. The earth was shaking, the sky was wailing, and the water level of the Lu River was rising wildly. The river bank, which had just been exposed to the sun, was covered again by the water. The flood that broke the dam even overflowed the river channel, raging and raging on the north and south banks, instantly turning the Yellow Turban camp on the north bank of the Lu River into a mess! Several Yellow Turban soldiers soaked in the water and found that what was carried away by the current were not only the rocks and trees on both sides of the river, but even pieces of crystal clear... ice. "Gongsun Zan's White Horse Volunteers are using their icy power to block the river upstream! Accumulating river water! And they just blew up the dam built of ice!" An experienced and renegade Jizhou soldier immediately realized what was happening, but it was too late. Although this small-scale flood could only submerge the soldiers on the river bank to their knees, it was terrifying enough to break their formation. The raging Lushui uprooted the tents, swept away the carts of baggage, knocked down the weak women and children, and completely devoured the wounded lying on the ground waiting for help. It also broke the orderly formations of the Yellow Turbans into pieces. Even though the raging river water could only reach above their knees, the terrifying flow rate made it impossible for them to stand steadily. If they fell, they would be washed away by the current. The trees, rocks, and broken ice that were washed down by the current were enough to knock the soldiers to the ground, directly crushing the army of tens of thousands, and using the terror brought by the natural disaster to destroy the morale and fighting spirit of the Yellow Turban Army. The 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers were soaked in the water, like a pot of cooking vegetables, struggling and screaming in the boiling Lu water. As for the Youzhou army, they were all cavalry and were very fast. When Liu Bei realized something was wrong, he immediately led his men to retreat. Even those who could not retreat in time were still sitting on horseback. The water flow that only submerged the knees of humans was not a big problem for the cavalry. Liu Bei looked at the scene in front of him in shock. Although Master Lu Zhi had told everyone about various classic battles of Huaiyin Marquis Han Xin, when the stories on the bamboo slips really came into reality, they were still quite shocking. There was no time to be shocked. The Yellow Turban Army had been overwhelmed by the knee-deep flood. Once this wave of water passed and the water level gradually subsided, it would be the best opportunity for their cavalry to charge! Liu Bei patiently waited for the water to recede. When the Lushui River on both sides could only submerge the Yellow Turban Army's calves, he immediately drew out two horse-slaying swords and led the entire army to charge! With an unstoppable momentum, he charged into the enemy army that was overwhelmed by the Lushui River.
At this moment, Gongsun Zan also came back. Thirty fully armed Han cavalry generals, riding thirty white horses, came floating on the Lu River. Before entering the battle, they shot a massive rain of ice-enchanted arrows, killing the Yellow Turban army and making them howl in chaos. After they entered the battle array, they put away their bows and arrows, drew their lances, and were like a man in an empty space, killing people in the chaotic crowd, with heads rolling and blood flowing like a river! The mounts under their crotches even spewed out clouds of terrifying frost and white mist, freezing the Yellow Turban Army into ice sculptures, and then smashing them into powder! What they were riding were not white horses at all. Their foreheads were covered with deer-like horns, and their bodies were like gems. Under the sunlight, they sparkled with elite light. Looking closely, only the manes and tails of these white horses had normal hair, and their handsome bodies were covered with pieces of silver dragon scales. These thirty horses are all silver dragon white horses with dragon blood mixed in them. When they open their mouths to neigh, the sound is like a dragon's roar; when they spray from their nostrils, the force is like a dragon's breath. Ordinary weapons cannot even break the silver dragon scales covering their skin. The thirty white horse volunteers are like a cold and sharp knife, tearing through the already extremely chaotic Yellow Turban army formation with unstoppable force. Along with a creepy roar, a ten-meter-long teenage silver dragon swooped down from the clouds, covering the earth with the shadow of its wings. It looked like a slender and elegant silver-scaled giant snake, but it had four legs, wings, and... two hideous heads. A frost dragon from the Northern Di. "Roar!!!" The two heads of the Frost Dragon took a deep breath, and then, accompanied by a raging storm, they collapsed to the ground. The fleeing Yellow Turban Army spewed out two streams of Frost Dragon Breath mixed with ice, flying snow, and frost, accompanied by a deafening roar, allowing a large amount of frost and flying snow to submerge everything, cover everything, and devour everything! From afar, the double dragon breath of the Frost Dragon looked like two frost waterfalls hanging in the sky. With two breaths, a large number of Yellow Turbans were frozen by the ice and buried by the flying snow. The frost dragon landed directly on them, and with its terrifying weight, it crushed dozens of ice sculptures and the flesh and blood sealed inside into powder. Its two slender and ferocious heads wantonly bit everything within its sight. On the dragon's back, Gongsun Zan was wearing a white robe and black armor. The dragon scale cloak danced freely in the air flow. The big "Gongsun" flag inserted on the dragon's back fluttered in the strong wind. She looked majestic and heroic. She held a double-headed spear and rushed left and right. Whoever she hit was destroyed and whoever she stabbed was killed. The man and the dragon were like entering an empty space and directly defeated the Yellow Turban Army in the west. Thousands of people were chased by Gongsun Zan and the White Horse Volunteers and were forced to jump into the Lu River to swim for their lives. They were killed and wounded heavily in a hail of arrows, and the entire Lu River was dyed red with blood. Chapter 68: The Three Heroes of Taoyuan After a few people charged and fought for a while, the 20,000 Yellow Turban Army had collapsed. Cheng Yuanzhi tried desperately to gather the remnants in the flood, but with little success. When he set out, he had an army of 20,000, but now he could only lead twelve Thunder Warriors and four or five hundred defected Jizhou soldiers. He barely reached a high slope and avoided being swallowed by the water. But he was exhausted and soaked at the moment. Looking at the Yellow Turban phalanx that was defeated by the Lushui and Youzhou cavalry, he was left with despair and helplessness in his heart. Gongsun Zan took a look at the remnant soldiers on the high slope and was too lazy to even pay attention to them, so he sent a team of cavalry to keep an eye on them and prevent them from coming down the slope. Then he took over the command of the Youzhou army from Liu Bei, divided the entire army into forty teams, each with fifty people, and tried his best to drive out the 20,000 remnant soldiers. These Wuhuan troops and the Youzhou Iron Cavalry were the best hunters. They galloped on the battlefield to drive away the enemies as if they were driving deer in the forest. They kept driving the defeated Yellow Turban Army towards the Lu River and towards their death. The Yellow Turban Army had long been in chaos. Seeing that there were Youzhou troops in the east, west and north, they could only flee to the big river in the south, jumped into the river and tried to swim to the other side. However, after the dam broke, the Lu River became deeper and wider, and the water flow was faster than before. The Yellow Turban Army fought a bloody battle for another morning, and they were exhausted and suffered many casualties. With their current physical strength, it was simply a dream to cross the river. However, Gongsun Zan's Youzhou cavalry were chasing him so fiercely and fiercely that if he jumped into the river, he would be drowned after a while and might even be able to swim over; if he didn't jump, he would be killed by the cavalry now. Weighing the pros and cons of the two evils, more than 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers jumped into the water like dumplings, swinging their limbs wildly and swimming towards the other side. Gongsun Zan rode on an ice dragon, soaring over the top of the river, spewing icy breath directly onto the river surface, causing the river temperature to drop sharply and even begin to freeze. The Yellow Turban soldiers who were swimming only felt their body temperature rapidly draining away. They shivered with cold all over and died of exhaustion and frostbite. Some people resisted the cold and dived into the river to avoid the sudden rain of arrows from Youzhou and the frost breathed by the evil dragon. However, when they wanted to float to the surface to breathe, they found that the entire river surface was frozen. A large number of Yellow Turban soldiers were frozen under the river. They banged on the ice in despair and drowned in the Lu River. And the ice once again acted as a dam, storing another wave of water from the Lu River. When the ice thawed, an even more violent torrent would come and sweep away countless Yellow Turban Army. Gongsun Zan didn't want to give these Han traitors any chance to survive. Cheng Yuanzhi stood on a high slope, looking at the Lu River dyed red by blood and blocked by tens of thousands of corpses. He felt horrified. The soldiers under his command were also trembling, not knowing whether they were frozen by the river water or scared by Gongsun Zan. After Gongsun Zan drove all the Yellow Turban troops into the river and they drowned one after another, the dashing female general on the dragon's back turned her crazy eyes towards the last remnants of the Yellow Turbans. Cheng Yuanzhi swallowed his saliva. The crazy woman raised her double-headed spear from a distance of hundreds of meters and pointed the tip at herself. A crazy grin broke out on her mature and charming face, and her bright red lips clearly said: The next one to die is you. "Brothers and sisters! The Youzhou army massacred our brothers! Drowned our wives and children! Now, they are turning their butcher knives on us. Revenge for your brothers! Revenge for your wives!!!" Cheng Yuanzhi waved a huge axe, calling on everyone to fight the enemy and inspiring the remaining soldiers' final fighting spirit.
At this moment, Liu Bei took the lead in leading his army to attack the high ground. Cheng Yuanzhi did not dare to delay and immediately sent out three Thunder Warriors to cooperate with the elite renegade Youzhou Army to form a formation to block the enemy. Liu Bei's peerless beauty was reflected in the pupils of all the Yellow Turban Army as the most beautiful dream in their hearts. Their breathing became disordered, their heartbeats accelerated, and they could not believe that such a beautiful woman actually existed in the world. The officers in the lead were not only amazed by her appearance, but also puzzled by her weapon - why do you have two horse-slashing swords? Is this your main weapon? How can your sword compete with my spear? A renegade officer from Jizhou thrust his spear forward but missed. All the soldiers in this squad were shocked by Liu Bei's stunning appearance and hesitated with their weapons, allowing Liu Bei to easily pass over the five-meter-long battle spear, block the more than three-meter-long infantry spear and the more than two-meter-long halberd, and kill in front of the first row of swordsmen and shieldmen. Liu Bei brandished two horse-slaying swords, posing a mysterious posture. In an instant, the two swords trembled gently in the wind, emitting a clear and pleasant sword chant in the air. The silver-white sword bodies actually burst into two balls of brilliant and gorgeous red lotus flames! The scorching hot wind was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes. Nine Swords·Mo Fengliu·Red Lotus Sword. "Cang! Cang!!!" Liu Bei slashed the shield of the swordsman with his sword. The moment the sword, wrapped in fire, collided with the shield, it immediately exploded into a brilliant and beautiful firework. The hot sparks splashed in all directions, igniting everything, burning everything, and burning everything! With overwhelming force and the power of the flames, he directly knocked his shield to the ground. However, the second sword went straight over the shield and pierced through the heart of the Jizhou soldier, causing a ball of hot and blazing red lotus to bloom in his heart. Liu Bei stepped forward on the corpse of the sword and shield warrior. The halberd warriors in the second row were all paying attention to the two burning swords. They didn't even notice a pink-scaled dragon tail that was also burning with red lotus fire. It was winding on the ground like a poisonous snake, grabbing his ankle, and then suddenly pulling him to the ground! "tread!!!" Liu Bei raised his right foot, which was also burning with red lotus fire, and stepped on his chest, causing a ball of flame to explode and dance in his heart. Two white wings burning with flames, one on the left and one on the right, attacked the sergeant in the third row who was also a part-time spearman at the same time. He waved his spear repeatedly, and only then was he able to barely block the attacks from the flame wings on both sides. But it didn't matter. While flapping her wings, Liu Bei continued to charge forward. The small dragon horn on her forehead also burned with red lotus fire. She roared and headbutted the enemy, smashing his nose directly! A ball of red lotus flames exploded on his face! The sergeant retreated repeatedly, covering his nose which was bleeding profusely. Not only was his nose broken by the dragon horn, but his entire face was also burned to varying degrees. Liu Bei continued to rush forward, his double swords, double wings, dragon tail, and dragon horns entangled in the red lotus flames of the Mo Feng school, and at the same time launched a frenzied combo attack at him like a tsunami! At this point, the officer finally understood why Liu Bei used a two-handed sword instead of a long weapon. Only with a weapon of this length could she use her tail, wings, horns and even feet to fight together in battle. Each blow of this multi-hit flow was even entangled with the red lotus fire of the ancient warrior Mo Feng - the person who could teach her to fight like this must be even more terrifying. The officer only lasted two rounds under such a high-frequency attack before he was chopped down to the ground by a sword. He fell in a pool of blood, looking up at the girl whose whole body was burning with flames. It was as if he saw a flaming red dragon burning with the primordial fire, emitting a terrifying dragon roar on the battlefield. "That man is Liu Bei! The leader of the rebel army! Kill him first!!!" Seeing that their army formation was inexplicably destroyed by a ball of flames, two Thunder Warriors immediately rushed over to fill the battle line. Two strong men came together to kill Liu Bei. "Big sister! I'm here to help you!!!" At this moment, two figures, one blue and one black, came on horseback. The lively girl with chocolate skin let out a deafening roar. The terrifying sound waves even turned into a physical force field impact, shattering steel and tearing flesh. She forced back a Thunder Warrior with just her battle cry. She then brandished her twisted and hideous 10-foot-long snake spear at the crowd. The snake-flame-shaped blade alone was a full meters long, and it was extremely terrifying when it swept across. The whole person was like a black storm, dancing wildly in the crowd. Wherever the snake spear swept across, broken arms flew everywhere, and flesh and blood splattered, turning the dark storm into a bloody vortex of killing. The other girl in black armor and green robe had a different fighting style from her. When they fought, they used the charge tactics of the Bingzhou border army. With the help of the speed of the warhorse, the crescent-shaped long sword in her hand stabbed directly into the chest of the second Thunder Warrior. Seeing that the opponent was not dead, the girl in green robe jumped up from the horse's back. Her long black hair hanging down to her feet, along with her tall and fit body, spun and danced in the air. On top of the traditional powerful attacks and jumps, she also used spinning to leverage her momentum. With a flash of cold light, the spear shaft that the Thunder Warrior used to block was directly cut into two pieces by the偃月长刀. A thin bloodstain extended from the Thunder Warrior's left shoulder to the left abdomen. The entire arm, along with half of his body, fell weakly to the ground. The cut was as smooth and flat as a mirror, and one could even see his bloody internal organs and ribs through the wound. With this spinning jump and chop, she actually cut a Thunder Warrior in half vertically. However, her charge burst was only very terrifying, and she could even kill the Thunder Warrior with one charge. But in the subsequent close combat and group fights, she was not as violent and terrifying as the girl in black who had already been killed like a whirlwind. At this moment, two beams of warm and bright golden light came from inside the Yellow Turban Army. A priest wearing a large yellow Taoist robe and with an immortal appearance used his magic to heal the injuries of the Thunder Warrior. The Thunder Warrior who had fought against the girl in black was already covered in wounds, but at this moment, her injuries were completely healed. On the other side, the Thunder Warrior who had lost an arm and half of his torso by the green-clothed girl had even grown a new arm, and the wound on his chest was gradually healing.
Chapter 69: Unfixed Flying Dragon "Kill that Taoist priest first!" Gongsun Zan took a short break, then rode down from the sky on his frost dragon, intending to kill the damn nurse. Her old rival, Cheng Yuanzhi, also stood up and chanted four Huangtian magics in a row. In an instant, his entire body expanded by two times, and his weight increased by eight times, turning into a war giant about five meters tall, wearing triple iron armor! The weapon in his hand was also wrapped with golden and magnificent thunder, and its momentum soared into the sky. Behind him, a phantom of a god in golden armor appeared.