It is already autumn, but it is still extremely hot.

Zheng Yu was sweating profusely and couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, it's so hot!" After cursing, he carried a spear and stepped on the ground with anger, and then entered the formation and entangled with the Black Mountain bandits.

A lonely cloud floated by, blocking the hot and poisonous sun.

Under the shadow, more than 10,000 Qingzhou official troops were fighting with tens of thousands of Black Mountain and Yellow Turban troops.

The sound of shouts and killings on the battlefield, the sound of swords and swords fighting each other, the neighing of horses, the sarcastic roars of the murderers when they were dying, and the roars of the murderers intertwined into the sky. People fell down one after another, and the air was filled with thick blood and faint corpse energy, which made people disgusting. The scene in front of them seemed to be like hell on earth.

A breeze blew through the field, bringing a little coolness.

"Ao! Ao! Ao!"

Zheng Yu was as comfortable as a wolf's roar, causing continuous screams of "Ao, Ao, Ao" around him.

After killing an enemy soldier, Zheng Yu raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his face. His hands were covered with a mixture of blood and sweat. His face showed a look of fatigue and worry. Facing the endless enemy, he thought that this time he was probably doomed.

The official army was already alone, but the Yellow Turban Army and the Black Mountain Army continued to come from all over the country to participate in the war.

This time, this official army was in danger, and Zhang Yan, the leader of the Black Mountain Army, threatened to wipe out the official army. In the wilderness, the official army built a fortress and defended it, and the Black Mountain Army and the Qingzhou Yellow Turban Army jointly launched an attack. Three days later, although the official army paid a huge price, the position was still in the hands.

In the enemy's formation, a "clang, clang, clang" sounded, and the Yellow Turban Army retreated like a tide.

The personal soldier was overjoyed and said, "Sir, the enemy has withdrawn the troops!"

Before Zheng Yu could reply, he beat the war drum "dongdongdongdongdong", and then a large number of officials jumped out of the groundbreaking and chased the enemy.

"Use attack instead of defense, defend against defense." General Liu decisively issued a pursuit order, and he has used this tactic for the past three days. Zheng Yu muttered while chasing, "The general has used this move nine times." He felt a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, the enemy had planned to retreat this time, and soon the opponent turned the back team into the front team and surrounded it.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Zheng Yu shouted while commanding the troops to evacuate quickly.

He attacked decisively when the war drums sounded, leading his 100-man team to rush forward. His 100-man team was the sharp knife of the official army, and he was the tip of the sharp knife. What was terrible is that the Black Mountain cavalry came up and surrounded the gang of officers and soldiers who took the initiative to pursue. Zheng Yu was trapped in the enemy formation and encountered the biggest crisis since time travel.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Zheng Yu yelled loudly, he didn't want to die, so he could only fight against death tenaciously.

This year is the sixth year of Zhongping, 189 AD. Three months ago, the 20-year-old special forces soldier Zheng Yu traveled back to the Three Kingdoms while carrying out a mission. He was captured by the official army in a city and passed away and participated in the bandit suppression army. He started as a soldier. Because of his high martial arts and outstanding military achievements, he became the chief of the sergeant and now he is a centurion.

Fast, fierce, ruthless.

Zheng Yu, who entered the enemy formation, had a long spear like a spirit snake coming out of the hole, rushing left and right, and quickly killed several enemies like mowing grass. He led his 100-man team to rush into the enemy formation! But his comrades fell one by one, and a large number of enemy infantry surrounded him, and the situation was extremely serious.

Zheng Yu cursed inwardly: "These Black Mountain Army and Yellow Turban Army are like monsters, and they are always using deception tactics." Previously, Zhang Yan, the Black Mountain Army, used nine consecutive defeats to lure the more than 10,000 official troops into the wilderness to encircle and annihilate them. This time, he adopted deception tactics and lure the official troops out of the position.

Although Zheng Yu immediately organized a retreat, he was already in front of the front. This time the front army turned into the rear army, he became the person behind the palace. Although he was brave and powerful, he was surrounded by heavy enemy troops, and was full of dangers and was in danger of life at any time.

Seeing Zheng Yu being surrounded, his 100-man team and his personal soldiers came back and killed him. The other officials also jumped out of the trenches and rushed to reinforce in this direction. They fought each other on the battlefield and formed a group of people. The battle was very tragic.

Zheng Yu was ruthless and as he killed him, hallucinations appeared in his mind, as if he saw a strange face smiling at him in the air.

"Death, he's really a death!"

Legend has it that when he sees the God of Death, he is not far from death. Zheng Yu thought to himself that it seems that he will really die here this time, but he thought that he had only been three months after returning to the Three Kingdoms. He was unwilling to accept it and shouted loudly: "Damn, if you dare to take my life, I will kill you even when I arrive in the underworld!"

At this time, Zheng Yu was really like a killing god, and even the ghosts and gods had to avoid the roar of the killing god.

After screaming, Zheng Yu was excited and the strange-faced man in the sky disappeared, but he still had the idea of ​​death from time to time. Faced with this battlefield like a meat grinder, he had extremely strong combat capabilities, so he could only sigh. The personal power surged in his heart. In such large-scale offensive and defensive battles in ancient times, it was really insignificant.

During the three days he was surrounded, he thought of death countless times.

"I can't die!" Zheng Yu shouted. He understood that this was the critical moment of life and death. He had to force himself to fight. Otherwise, he would die in the enemy's formation in the next moment, and the entire team of officers and soldiers would be wiped out in this field.

He didn't want to die, so he had to continue gritting his teeth and insisting on killing the enemy!

The spear was stuck in a soldier's belly, and it was stuck in the ribs and could not be pulled out, so he had to abandon the gun.

Then, Zheng Yu drew his sword and rushed towards the next enemy. He thought that he had to break out of the siege as soon as possible, but what was so bad was that he was drowsy at this time, and he had been seriously overdrawn in both mental and physical strength.

He looked up at the sky and did not see the god of death again, but saw the sun like a hot and poisonous fire cake hanging high. The heat waves rolled, making Zheng Yu feel uncomfortable. It was already afternoon, but he was thinking in his heart, wondering if he could stick out this time? Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He shuddered when he thought of the annihilation of the entire army.

Another sword stabbed into the abdomen of a Yellow Turban soldier. The sword was stuck. At this time, his arms were numb and his strength became much weaker. He had no choice but to lift his foot and kick the other party's abdomen before drawing out the long sword.

"Sir, be careful behind it!"

A loud shout came from the front, reminding Zheng Yu that it was his personal soldiers.

Zheng Yu subconsciously tilted his head, and a sharp arrow flew over less than an inch from his cheek. The shaking tail feather shaved on his face, causing a burning pain. Then, he heard a burst of rapid horse hooves from the sound of shouting and killing, and a bone-thundering cold suddenly surged in Zheng Yu's heart.

This is his sixth sense, and he will feel this way when the most dangerous thing is coming.

Zheng Yu wanted to turn his head to fight, but he held it back and looked ahead to look for fighter jets. The purpose was to paralyze the enemy behind him. He knew that doing so was extremely dangerous, but it was also an opportunity. His ears stood up and he heard the sounds of horse hooves stepping on his heart getting closer.

Marty paused. Although it was only a moment, Zheng Yu still heard the sound of breaking through the air from behind the spear with all its strength. He understood that the thief was using the spear.

The moment the gun body was about to reach his body, Zheng Yu suddenly took a big step to the right, and a long spear passed by less than ten centimeters below his ribs.

Taking advantage of the opponent's opportunity to stab the air, Zheng Yu waved his arm to clamp the spear and dragged it forward. The horse knight fell down. Zhao Long raised his sword and wiped his neck. He didn't have time to see what happened. He turned over and got on the horse and shouted: "The enemy is dead, the enemy is dead!" Taking advantage of the panic of the enemy soldiers, he waved his sword and ran towards his own position.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh."

The enemy troops who reacted immediately shot arrows at Zheng Yu.

Zheng Yu hurriedly leaned down and waved his sword to resist the sharp arrows. He avoided the arrow rain. However, the horse was hit by several sharp arrows. Not far away, the horse fell off its front hooves. With a bang, he threw Zhao Long several feet away and almost gnawed a mouthful of mud.

The personal soldiers rushed over and helped Zheng Yu up, clamped him and retreated to the back.

When he came to a small tree, the personal soldiers took out the water bag and opened the lid. After feeding him a big sip, Zheng Yu finally took a breath and muttered: "Damn, I'm exhausted at all."

The personal soldier said with lingering fear: "Sir, it's so dangerous. This time it's so dangerous. Damn, Zhang Yan is just playing tricks of cheating, and General Liu is cheated again this time. Unfortunately, many brothers died in our 100-man team."

Zheng Yu sighed helplessly: "Damn, I'm going to survive this battle again, but I don't know if I can survive the darkness? Oh, damn it's better to die early than to die late. It's so exhausting." At this moment, his body was completely exhausted and soft, and even when he spoke.

The three people sitting around him were his personal soldiers, Zhao Yong, Wang Meng, and Sun Qi. Their faces were helpless and numb, and they were thinking that they would probably die here this time.

During these three months, Zheng Yu's personal soldiers have been replaced countless times, and only these three people are left. Although they are small soldiers, they have their own unique skills. War has taught them many skills to survive until now.

"Sir, it seems that's not right. The Yellow Turban Thief has increased a lot of troops today. Now we are surrounded on all sides, and we are alone again. We will probably die here this time."

Wang Meng spoke loudly, his face solemnly, as if he could no longer see the way of life.

Sun Qi's eyes dimmed, and he took the speech and said helplessly: "I heard that the Black Mountain thief Zhang Yan sent someone to send a letter to General Liu to surrender us. I don't know what the adults think? Really, it's really a shame to suppress the bandits until they are suppressed by bandits."

Zhao Yong snorted coldly and said angrily: "Damn, there must be powerful people in the Black Mountain Army and the Yellow Turban Army. They used nine consecutive defeats to trick us into the hub. It would be strange if General Liu was not deceived. It's a pity for us little pawns. I have long felt something was wrong. The Yellow Turban thieves and the Black Turban thieves are very different from the Yellow Turban Army back then. They have fought for more than five years, so they should go out. They should think that the other party is a mob? It's ridiculous!"

Zheng Yu thought it was right. The Yellow Turban Army and the Black Mountain Army who were fighting with him at this time were not inferior to those of the official army, and there was no reason to lose nine consecutive times. He also felt that there must be powerful people in the other army commanding the battle, otherwise it would not be so organized.

General Liu fell into the trap this time, but he still has some skills.

After learning that he was lured into the enemy's camp, he immediately ordered the construction of a three-meter-high earth base to start defending. After facing tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army and the Black Mountain Army that continued to come, he still had a firm position. However, he was alone at this time, and there was only a dead end if he could continue.

Besides, there are not many arrows and food and grass are about to be exhausted. The so-called ammunition and food are exhausted is this situation.

Zheng Yu looked at the enemy formation in the distance with a serious expression. He thought for a while before shook his head and said, "Forget it, these are the things that adults are considering. What we need to consider is how to survive tonight." He was thinking that if General Liu did not order a breakthrough tonight, he would also start breaking through.

Although the Black Mountain Army and the Yellow Turban Army surrounded the official army, there were still many gaps for the small troops. In short, he must give it a try. If he doesn't break through tonight, he will really not be able to save this unit.
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