C60

In the gloomy Yu Yang City, many houses were on fire, the dark red flames illuminated the entire battlefield. In the wilderness of the Northern Yu Yang City, there were scattered weapons and corpses lying everywhere. The northern wind blew gently, causing a few Youzhou Army's Banner to float in the wind. The thick smell of blood spread out in all directions along with the northern wind.

Dozens of Urushion who were fearless of death rushed towards Zhang Fei while howling, the dozens of blades gathering into a cold forest of death, hoping to open a path to escape to the sky from Zhang Fei's side. The corner of Zhang Fei's mouth curled into a slight smile again, and boundless disdain poured out from his eyes.

"Die!"

Zhang Fei roared out madly, the Sky Snake Spear in his hands whizzed out, the sharp trident sliced through the air, transforming into a bright cold light that carried an ice-cold killing intent. It flashed past the eyes of the Urushion, and became the last light in their lives.

"Kill …"

Over a thousand swords swept across the sky, piercing through the night sky of the fishing yang. They drew a beautiful trajectory in the air and shot out beams of dazzling blood light. The cavalry shouted in unison and resounded through the skies above fishing yang. At this moment, both mounted bandit and mounted bandit were trembling in fear.

"Ghost …"

Whether it was the mounted bandit or the Urushion, both were shocked by the cavalry's bravery and fear, and couldn't help but to let out a terrified cry. Even more timid mounted bandit fell from their horses, and their heads were smashed by the horses' hooves behind them.

A sinister Urushion brandished his horse blade and clashed with one of the cavalry of Youzhou's horse blades, creating a dazzling spark. The Urushion had long been through battle, so he quickly pulled back his horse blade and cut off the cavalry of Youzhou's left arm.

"Ah …"

The cavalry of Youzhou let out a miserable howl, her left arm had already left his body, and the blood column that was spurting out like water from a spring had confused her eyes. With a howl, he pounced towards Urushion. Urushion used his horse blade to stab him, the cold blade pierced through his chest. However, he still held onto Urushion tightly, and the two of them fell off the horse together. In an instant, countless iron hooves trampled over their bodies, and the two of them turned into meat paste.

Zhang Fei's thousand odd Steel Cavalry moved like a whirlwind through the wilderness, wherever they went, mounted bandit and his army would split like the waves, unexpectedly no one dared to compete with them, and in a short while, Zhang Fei and his Knights arrived at the bottom of the mountain.

"Kill …"

Without waiting for Zhang Fei to turn around, Dian Wei's thunderous roar pierced through the night sky, shaking the entire sky. Dian Wei who had been standing in the shadows the entire time was extremely unwilling to give the opportunity to charge forward to his second brother and third brother.

The dazzling cold light soared up once again, blurring mounted bandit and the eyes of the Urushion. Over a thousand horse blades lined up into a forest of blades, and with the force of tens of thousands of thunderbolts wrapped around, they rushed over, suffocating the mounted bandit and the Urushion to the point they were unable to breathe. Over a thousand horse blades flew into the air, and the ice-cold light emitted ear-piercing long howls, aimed straight at the mounted bandit's and the Urushion's chests.

"Kill …"

Facing the long spears of the mounted bandit and the Urushion, Dian Wei actually turned a blind eye to them and roared at the sky. A cold light flashed, the sharp large iron halberd had already passed through the Urushion's chest, the tainted blood flowing along the wide bloody groove as it spurted out.

Dian Wei picked up Urushion's corpse and smashed it towards Urushion. The tyrannical power permeated through the corpse and unexpectedly, Urushion was knocked out of his horse by the impact, his heavy body flying through the air and colliding with several bandit soldiers, causing him to fly past with his horse.

"Kill them all!"

The shining spear pierced through the night sky, instantly piercing through Urushion's chest. The sharp blade pierced through his back, and in an instant, Urushion's eyes dimmed. His sturdy body fiercely trembled a few times on the horse before he fell off his horse.

Those mounted bandit s and Urushion s who had just escaped death didn't even have the time to rejoice when another sharp saber unleashed a dazzling cold glare. Icy-cold sharp blades swept past their necks and their heads had already slid down from their necks.

"Release the arrows!"

Along with Xu Zhu's loud shout, more than a thousand cavalrymen came out from the darkness with ear-piercing sounds, as they charged into the sky, with Arrows s as dense as locusts, flying towards the mounted bandit s who had escaped by luck. mounted bandit s and Urushion s who were fleeing in panic immediately fell on their horses, their cries of pain and the whines of their horses resounding throughout the wilderness.

One after another, sharp Arrows s ruthlessly nailed themselves onto mounted bandit's and Urushion's bodies, letting out pfft pfft pfft pfft sounds. With a loud noise, along with the loot they had looted, they fell from the horses. The horses that had lost their riders let out long, sorrowful howls.

The dark red blood threads covered his eyes and his expression became extremely sinister, as if he was a mad jackal. He waved his wolf-tooth club, pushing away several Arrows s that were shooting towards him, and threw himself at Xu Zhu without a care in the world.

Wu Huan laughed wildly, his eyes looking just like a ferocious wolf. He liked the smell of blood and the feeling of killing, and he liked killing the Han people as if they were prey on the prairie! This was already the ninth cavalry of Youzhou he had killed. As long as they touched his cavalry of Youzhou, no one would be able to escape his grasp.

However, he had met Xu Zhu, the Terminator.

Xu Zhu fiercely grabbed the horse belly and urged his horse to gallop. The horse's hooves kicked up a wind and dust as it galloped back like the tides of the ocean, charging towards Wu Huan like a gale. The double knife in his hands released a cold light, cutting across the sky in a hurry.

"Puff …"

The complacent look on Wu Huan's face had yet to fully bloom, the heavy mace was still whistling in the air, and was replaced by an inexplicable fear. His blurry eyes flashed with a cold light, and his chest had already been cut in two by Xu Zhu's double knife, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain.

The aura of life quickly faded from his body. His terrified eyes watched as his lower body rode away. It was as if he wanted to call back the rest of his life. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He only felt that he was plummeting down into the endless darkness.

"Kill …"

Pan Feng's mountain ax pointed to the sky confidently and unrestrainedly, the shining axe reflected the light of the Yu Yang City, causing the entire place to turn blood-red. A long, angry howl instantly resounded through the sky. A thousand or so ghosts seemed to descend from the sky, and the entire land suddenly surged, rolling endlessly.

"Even if the heavens were to perish, I'd still …"

Whether it was the mounted bandit or the Urushion, all of them let out cries of despair from the bottom of their hearts. After waves and waves of attacks, the tens of thousands of mounted bandit s that had escaped from the city were already in a sparse, scattered state.

The cavalrymen who were rolling forward held their long sabers horizontally, the sharp sabers became like the sinister fangs of ghosts, mercilessly piercing into the bodies of mounted bandit and Urushion, in an instant causing a brilliant flower of blood to bloom. The sharp sabers emitted a faint cold light, becoming terrifying nightmares in the hearts of mounted bandit and Urushion.

Yu She's wolf-tooth club danced with joy in the air, the heavy large rod ruthlessly smashed Urushion's head. Urushion's blood splattered in the air, meeting Yu Yang City's radiance and interweaving into a magnificent dance of blood light, which reflected the night sky of the fishing yang.

The same scene was repeated over and over again, like a game without an ending. The terrified mounted bandit and Urushion no longer dared to fight head on with these ghosts from hell. They originally wanted to dodge and flee away from the two wings, but after knowing that they had just passed through them, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei came back from the two wings.

This was a true massacre!

It was only at this moment that they truly felt the misery and desolation of being massacred. Turning their heads towards the Yu Yang City, the fiery light that shot to the sky was like the fiery-red and fiery-red of blood.

Cheng Yuanzhi never dreamed that those mounted bandit s and Urushion s who came to rely on their yellow scarves were only here to steal from him. In the beginning, he was still excited about the bravery of these mounted bandit s and Urushion s, but the moment he entered the fishing yang, he would lose control of them.

The xanthopanax rob too, and for every place they rob, their first mission is to rob. An army without a logistics base would not be able to survive without robbing. In the beginning, they only robbed the rich and powerful sects and Scholars s, quickly reaching the level of robbing ordinary citizens.

However, the xanthopanax rarely killed any civilians and only robbed food and property. When Cheng Yuanzhi saw the Urushion setting fire to people, he had wanted to stop them. After all, he was prepared to beat the world and he knew that a people's heart could not be disappointed. But they were all immersed in the thrill of killing and robbing, and not a single Urushion took him seriously.

"The soldiers are killing their way into the city …"

Just as Cheng Yuanzhi, Deng Mao, Zhang Ji, Liu Bao, Wang Hui and the rest were discussing what to do next in the Taiyang Shou Palace, the Soldiers of the Yellow Scarves on the street released waves of alarmed cries, and the five of them immediately ran out of the taiwai Palace, only to see He Xiong bringing his troops and soldiers over.

"Hurry up and retreat!"

Cheng Yuanzhi who had already been defeated for a while thought of the terrifying Heavenly Soldier General the moment he saw He Xiong's soldiers. Since these infantry soldiers were here, how far could the cavalry soldiers go? Cheng Yuanzhi did not dare to stay any longer, he quickly shouted and took the lead to run towards the south gate.

However, just as he ran out of the South Gate, Cheng Yuanzhi was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him. In the vast night, taking advantage of the light emitted by the Yu Yang City, he could vaguely see that not far ahead, there were two squadrons of cavalry waiting.

"Oh my god, it's these Ghost Cavalry again. Brothers, life and death will be decided here, regardless of whether they are human or ghost, let's rush over. "

Outside fishing yang's gate, over three thousand cavalrymen had set up a strict army formation, Yan Liang's and Wen Chou's eyes were cold and grim. They stood quietly in front of the army, the three thousand cavalrymen stared at the fire in the Yu Yang City, the hatred and anger burning in their hearts.

"Yellowtowel rebel, listen up. Those who surrender must not die, and those who resist will not be spared."

Unexpectedly, Yan Liang's words had aroused the fierceness of the Yellowhorse. It was probably because he had heard too many stories about heroes, and he himself had once thought of being addicted to being heroes. A powerful general rushed out from the Yellow Scarf Brigade, brazenly came to the front of the formation and shouted loudly.

"I am the yellow scarfed general Deng Mao, who dares to fight against me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Chou rushed his horse and took the lead to rush out. Without even speaking to Deng Mao, the trident spear pierced straight into Deng Mao's heart. Deng Mao brandished his blade to block, but who knew that Wen Chou would feint and use his backhand to smash towards Deng Mao's back. Deng Mao was not in time to defend, and was knocked off his horse.

"If it wasn't for my big brother forbidding us from killing you, one shot would have ended your life."

Wen Chou pointed his trident at Deng Mao who was lying on the ground and shouted coldly. Only now did Deng Mao understand that becoming a hero was not such a simple matter. Merely relying on brute force and a tall and sturdy physique was far from enough, and he was still a long way away from becoming a hero.

When Cheng Yuanzhi saw that Deng Mao had been dismounted, he immediately became hot-blooded. With a loud shout, his legs fiercely pinch the horse belly, and the horse let out a long hiss, throwing off its hooves as it galloped over. Cheng Yuanzhi flapped his horse and danced his spear, flying straight for Wen Chou.

When Yan Liang saw this, without saying a word, he immediately waved his spear and spurred his horse forward to welcome it. His mount dashed out like a sharp arrow and passed through nearly a hundred steps in the blink of an eye. Seeing that, Cheng Yuanzhi was shocked, he was caught off guard, only to see a cold light flash, and his arm got hit by Yan Liang's spear, he became unsteady and somersaulted down the horse.

"Charge!"

The Soldiers of the Yellow Scarves was originally a refugee that was temporarily participating in the war. He did not have any combat experience, nor did he have any training, so he could only join the xanthopanax to have a meal. Seeing that Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao were easily caught, they lost their courage and immediately ran in all directions.

Only the General of the Yellow Scarf Army s who were mounted on horses could still fight, but in front of the cavalry, not a single one of them could make it past the first round. If not for Yang Lin's prior instructions, who knows how many people they would have to kill.

This time, it was really tough for Yan Liang and Wen Chou, the grand cavalry generals, to actually become Bu Huai who was specially tasked with capturing captives. But these refugees ran about like headless flies, and it was with great difficulty that they were brought together. More than fifty thousand prisoners were squatting on the ground, throwing broken pieces of metal onto the ground. There were also bags of varying sizes. They were holding their heads with their hands and looking terrified.