No matter how bitter it is, it cannot change everything you see in front of you at this moment. Zhao Hong once thought about the difficult situation he was going to face, but he did not expect that this situation was caused by himself. The forced force of the Han army was only part of it. The most important thing is that the military discipline within their Yellow Turban Army was not strict!

After all, what should come has come. No matter how much you think about it, you cannot let what has happened go back to the beginning. Zhao Hong stabbed out his spear and forced the approaching Han soldiers, not to kill people, but to open up the road that could allow the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army to retreat.

Guan Hai had already left Zhao Hong behind from afar. He took the lead and faced the layers of Han soldiers in front of him. The spear in his hand drew a little bit of cold light, penetrated the strong wind, and the gun shadows burst into waves. Scarlet blood flowers bloomed, especially brightly.

A man, a horse, a gun, Guan Hai actually tore a dozen meters of road. Perhaps there were also the reason why the Han soldiers took the initiative to give in, but the most important thing was his courage!

The breath in the battlefield echoed in the sound of killing, the sound of weapons colliding, and the sound of his sharp blade entering his flesh. Each sound was like a kind whisper. The bloody smell filled the mouth and nose, and the bright red color reflected in the pupils in his eyes were exactly what Guan Hai knew, which made him feel like he was in water.

Since the defeat of the Battle of Beihai, Guan Hai has never encountered such a hearty battle again. Even the battles that happened in the county towns he entered were mostly unsatisfactory. The Han soldiers guarding the county town were like native chickens and dogs, and even let him loosen his muscles and bones completely in front of Guan Hai.

But here, he can! A grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his arms were swung away, and the spear drew a semicircular arc. The harsh sound made when the tip of the spear rubbed against the weapons of the Han soldiers fell into Guan Hai's ears, which brought him an incomparable enjoyment.

"General Guan! Open a road!" Zhao Hong shouted loudly in the distance.

"Good!" Guan Hai clamped his legs with his horse's belly, and the speed of the horse under his seat increased again.

He rushed forward and stabbed the spear with his arms again and again, causing a dense whistling sound. The only few times he threw the gun was just because the Han soldiers were close to his war horse and had to take action to protect the war horse. He was more of a murderer, and when he opened a road, he kept killing the Han soldiers next to him!

"Swish!" A feather arrow passed through the gap between soldiers and soldiers, walking through the place where blood splashed, and then passed through the dust that was trampled out by the steps and steps. The trembling sound of the tail feather was not brought up in the chaotic battlefield now, and was completely covered by various sounds in the battlefield.

"Huh?" A yellow turban soldier opened his mouth wide, and his hands tightly grasped the hilt of the long knife, constantly exerting force.

In front of him, a Han soldier also held a long sword, blocking his body. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to penetrate the sword just to block the sword that was chopping down by the Yellow Turban soldiers.

The two were in a stalemate. Whenever the Han soldiers' long sword was pressed down, the cold breath of the blade became closer. He burst out another force and forced the knife close to the door. Seeing this, the Yellow Turban soldiers, who were holding the sword to chop down, tried hard and pressed the knife downward for a minute. The two arms and two swords were in the process of moving slowly and approaching back and forth.

The struggle process seemed long, but in fact it happened in just a dozen seconds. It turned out that they might have been stalemate for a few seconds, but the arrival of the feather arrow changed the situation.

The arrow passed by their eyes, and the air it brought jumped up, accompanied by a burning breath, sweeping across the surroundings. The two people's eyelids kept blinking, and finally had to close their eyes to relieve the pain. They retreated at the same time, suppressing the soreness of their eyes and opening them, but they saw a fire-light tail flame disappearing suddenly.

"Interesting." A young man carrying a gun in the distance put down the big bow in his hand, with a faint smile on his face.

He was in the middle of the Han army, and no one knew when he came, and it seemed that he was here. In the military formation, no Han soldier objected to his arrival. The most noticeable thing was the big bow in his hand. The entire bow was green and the color on the bow was green, just like the morning dew dripping on the newborn grass, giving people a sense of vitality. The bow string was red. At first glance, it seemed that flames were slowly flowing on it. But the next moment, he saw the still bow string, like an illusion.

A big bird with a savage flapping its wings fell down. The wings of more than two meters long brought the strong wind, even the Han soldiers beside the young man could feel it. The two sharp claws of the big bird grabbed the young man's left arm and shoulders, like two iron pliers. After a closer look, you can see the area on the young man's shoulder, with a piece of leather sewn with deep scratches on it, which undoubtedly shows the sharpness of the big bird's claws. Moreover, the two claws of the big bird were actually pure white, like white jade texture.

I’m afraid that if there was no such layer of leather, the two jade claws would deeply grasp the young man’s shoulders and even tear apart a layer of flesh.

Hai Dongqing! If the doctor who was between the white mountains and black water saw it, he would be surprised immediately. This is exactly the Hai Dongqing he could not get. And what stood on the shoulders of the young man was the best among Hai Dongqing. It is recorded in history that it is the jade claw that is extremely difficult for emperors to find in one day!

"So this is the battlefield." The young man sighed a little. He turned his head and looked ahead and shook his head slowly.

"It seems that Zhan Feng will take some time to come back. Well, then I'll wait."

He smiled, raised his bow again, took out an ordinary feather arrow from the arrow pouch behind him, and put it on the bowstring. When an arrow shot out, sparks passed through his fingers, and the feather arrow shot out, carrying a red trajectory.

"Puchi." The feather arrow penetrated into the chest of a Yellow Turban soldier and then penetrated, and continued to shoot into the body of the second Yellow Turban soldier behind. What was left was a wound that was as thick as a little finger, faintly charred, and was burnt so that his flesh was curled.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!