New Story of Lv Bu

"But I think my whole body is full of strength. I always want to fight with people to be comfortable. The energy of my whole body can only be sent out." Erwazi's eyes began to appear a strange red, and his face was flushed like a matured man. The melons and fruits are average, and the whole person begins to restless. "Uncle Liu, me too." "Me too. I always feel as light as a swallow. I can get three feet off the ground with a jump."

"Presumably the great wise teacher's immortal medicine is working! This is a good thing??????" Uncle Liu suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking. He felt a puff of breath surging from the spring acupoints on his feet, devastating. Generally pass through the crotch and reach the Baihui acupoint of the leader. Suddenly I felt that my whole body was hot and intolerable, several times worse than when I was young.

Seeing that 60,000 people were agitated together, Bo knew that the medicine was on. The medicinal effect of this medicine can support at most half an hour. After the strength of the medicine, the whole person will be like waste. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will have to rest for a few months to fully recover. For the great virtuous teacher, for the peace of the world, let these pigs and dogs make some contributions!

"Passing the order, the first-line team of six million people, attacking! Endlessly!" Bo Cai coldly ordered.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom boom! The agitated drums of war sounded, and 60,000 people took up their weapons and **** sticks, roared, and rushed frantically towards the Bingzhou Army. There was no formation, no command, and only the longing for peace in the world in my heart, so 60,000 people chose to die peacefully! Whether they are active or passive, they choose to give their precious lives for their dreams!

"Xiaomin's hair is like a leek, cut and resurrected; his head is like a chicken, cut and screamed. The official does not have to be fearful, it must be light. But hope for peace." This ballad that was used as a military song by the Yellow Turban army was sung again. This time it was not an immature childlike voice, but rather a scream of unreliability in Huangqiang. The 170,000 yellow towels sang together, fascinating and shaking the earth.

In the Bingzhou army formation, a watchtower of ten feet high was erected. Below the watchtower were four huge wheels, and dozens of heavy soldiers pushed it forward slowly. Gao Shun's black helmet and black armor stood on the watchtower, holding a telescope and constantly observing the surroundings. Behind him were two signal flags and four flag-holders. More than a hundred steps behind him, there is a watchtower with Lu Bu and Jia Xu on it.

Seeing the 60,000 yellow turbans rushing towards the Bingzhou army like crazy tigers and hungry wolves, a sneer appeared at the corner of Gao Shun's mouth. He grabbed the flag and waved it a few times. The 40,000 cavalry immediately stopped and began to retreat. "Chong!" "The Han army is timid!" The Yellow Turban pawns yelled and launched an assault. In their eyes, these Union State troops were also tofu.

"Get in the camp and move forward! Ready for the crossbow!" Gao Shun roared this sentence, and the banner officer sent the signal without hesitation. The six thousand camps jumped off their horses, lined up in four neat rows, slowly pulled down their masks, and clenched the sharp swords in their hands. The smirk-looking silver fox ghost army stood behind fifty catapults and a hundred ballistas, their faces nonchalant.

Sixty thousand yellow towels are like a surging wave, hurriedly coming, getting closer and closer, four hundred steps??? three hundred steps??? two hundred steps??? "Ready!" There was a loud shout from the watchtower, Gao Shun's hand Ling Qi waved down fiercely! The two thousand white soldiers in front of the Bingzhou army turned their horses and ran towards the wings, revealing the crossbow and catapult behind them.

One hundred bed crossbows were fixed on the carriage, staggered and photographed in three rows. Five hundred steps behind them were fifty catapults. In front of the catapult were six thousand camps and eight thousand white troops on the two wings. "First row! Launch!" Hou Cheng looked at the signal going upstairs, waved his right hand downward, and issued the command. The thirty-three bed crossbows in the first row made a loud noise, and hundreds of huge arrows shot towards the yellow turban.

Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! Huge arrows blocked the wide front for hundreds of steps, and immediately retreated after the row was launched. The silver fox ghost army set the arrows on the carriage, and then tightened the bowstrings to prepare for the next launch. This method of launching was called "three combos" by the guerrilla general Hou Cheng, and it has made many contributions in the Xianbei battlefield.

The huge arrows roared towards the surging yellow turban pawns, and in an instant, the yellow turban pawns screamed horribly! Hundreds of huge arrows plowed hundreds of trenches in the crowd, and each of them pierced five or six people. The people on them had not yet completely died. They struggled in vain and spewed a lot of blood. , And then completely died with a kick.

There were flying trapeze flying in the air everywhere, blood and stumps and broken arms everywhere, the screams and the shouts of charging concealed the howling of the giant arrows, this world has turned upside down! The sun is spinning, the earth is spinning, the surrounding yellow towels are spinning, there is no wind, no anger, only the lingering heat in the heart.

The yellow scarf that had been hit by the arrow was wailing and died in pain. Those who had not hit the arrow still shouted and continued to charge forward! The Bianzhou Army’s bed crossbows are fired row after row, and the three combos run in an orderly cycle, like a huge bow with no emotions, no emotions, no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy, only knowing that they can harvest more quickly and effectively. s life.

Jia Xu had already seen his eyes full of anger. Under such cyclical blows, the Xianbei cavalry would collapse within a quarter of an hour. However, these farmers who had just put down their **** and farm tools in front of them shouted like walking dead, and there must be a problem here! "Da Sima, there may be a problem with the decoction they took before the war!" Jia Xu has already concluded.

Lu Bu had already noticed this, but what about it? Just like the battle of the siege of Xianbei, Yiliang County's three old Hanshan led tens of thousands of people to attack the Han army reflexively. If you don't be cruel to kill all of them, the Han army will be the end of the entire army's destruction. War is so cruel. If you win, you will have everything. If you lose, you will be defeated. Even the capital for a comeback is gone. In this fierce battle that determines life and death, there is no time to worry about the life and death of civilians.

"Wenhe, I can also see that these 60,000 people must have been drugged, and they can't stop now. Either kill them all or we collapse!" Lu Bu glanced at the battlefield and finally came to a conclusion. "According to the order, these sixty thousand people have been subjected to sorcery by the Yellow Turban. There must be no slack! Those who resist with weapons will kill without mercy!"

Da Sima's order was quickly conveyed to everyone's ears, and the Bianzhou army, who was puzzled, immediately realized it! That's it! It's no wonder that these yellow turbans smashed their hoes and farm tools in a desperate charge. They looked crazy than the Bingzhou army, but they were drugged! Damn yellow scarf! Damn great mentor!

At this time, all the bows of the 100 bed crossbows had been shot, and even the crossbow had already been hiding in the back of the Bingzhou Army to supplement the arrows. On the 500-step charge road, piles of corpses were piled down. The blood had stained the land reddish brown, the ground had become soft and slippery, and the whole battlefield was full of **** smells.

There were already many people in the yellow turban pawns who squatted down and vomited desperately. The scene just now was too **** for them, and it will surely become a nightmare for them in their lives! The whole body was hot and unbearable, the devil in his heart was ready to come out, and he fought heartily vertically. However, the Han army's bed crossbow is like a huge sickle, continuously reaping lives.

Seeing thousands of robes screaming and falling in a pool of blood, being pierced by huge arrows into a string of candied haws, but he couldn't help the first half, the depressed and pain in my heart can be imagined! In the end, fear defeated the devil in his heart, and the yellow turban pawns began to dodge around, cleverly hunkered down on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, hoping that this moment would pass quickly.

After leaving more than 20,000 corpses, the remaining yellow turban pawns finally approached the Bingzhou army, and the faces of the Han army could be seen clearly. Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! The drum of the Yellow Turbans rang, urging the remaining Yellow Turbans to speed up the charge. "Kill!" "The bow of the Han army is gone!" The Yellow Turban army launched the final charge, this time there must be nothing to play with the state army.

"Thunderbolt! Launch!" Hou Cheng roared and gave the order. In the wave of bed crossbow attacks just now, a normal person would definitely not be able to survive three rounds, but this mud-legged man actually survived twelve rounds! Seeing them staggering in drunkenness, anyone with a discerning eye knows that they have been given heavy medicine. It doesn't hurt, the heavier the medicine, the shorter the effect, so long as their effect is over. Guerrilla General Hou Cheng is the commander of the Silver Fox Ghost Army at any rate, and he is clear about the things in it.

As usual, the fifty catapults were divided into two rows. Upon hearing the order, the smirk-faced silver fox ghost army lightly tapped the machine with a mallet, and then covered their ears and squatted down. I heard dozens of thunderbolts in mid-air, and people’s eardrums were stunned. Twenty-five dozen kilograms of stones flew high, over the top of the camp, and landed in the middle of the yellow turban pawns. .

The surfaces of these stones were polished to an extremely smooth surface, and the Silver Fox Ghost Army used a four-horse truck to transport them. Hou Cheng stayed in Luoyang for a long time, and his vision was excellent, and he could be called the first person in the Bingzhou army. As soon as he saw the catapult, he knew it was a big killer, and only after he had worn out his mouth and tried his best to get these treasures from Lu Bu. Naturally, Lu Mo also played a lot in it. After all, the craftsmen of the Cao Cao still cherish the collision with the thinking of the Silver Fox Ghost Army.

The round sling fell into the yellow turban stepped pawns with the force of thunder and thunder, and immediately hit a group of people. The remaining force was not eliminated, and it bounced on the ground, flying around, and it was a mess wherever it went. The yellow turban pawns were suddenly crying and howling, and people threw their weapons and fled.

The yellow turban steppers behind were still charging forward, and suddenly saw everyone running away, and there was already a horse Pingchuan ahead. While suspicious, the second wave of catapults began to launch again. There was another loud noise, and twenty-five slings fell on top of their heads. Within fifty steps of the slings as the center, it suddenly became a ruin, and the howling of ghosts and wolves was loud.