"The Han army inside, don't you come out to play with grandpa? Haha..."

"What a timid Han army! It's so disappointing!"

"You can only stay in there, wait for death! Haha!"

The Yellow Turban Army on Changshe is much better than the Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou, Youzhou. They are more well-equipped and have strong strength! No wonder they can defeat Huangfu Song to retreat to the military camp and dare not fight.

One was the Yellow Turban General riding a war horse and galloping back and forth in front of the Han army camp, provoking from time to time, hoping that the Han army could go out to fight him.

"Haha, the Han army is all cowards, afraid of death, and dare not come out." The actions of the Yellow Turban General aroused the excitement of their subordinates.

“Huh?”

At this moment, the Yellow Turban Generals discovered that the Han army's camp had actually opened.

"Okay, finally someone dares to come out and die."

The Yellow Turban General was very excited and shouted: "My sons, everyone is ready. The Han army is coming to die. Let's kill them all!"

When the door was completely opened, the cavalry kept coming out and rushed straight to him.

"Boom..."

The Yellow Turban General was stunned. He had never seen this cavalry before. He was black all over and looked very majestic, but there were too few people. However, when the Yellow Turban General looked back at the team behind him, there were more than 50,000 people, even if they were piled up, they could kill them.

The Yellow Turban General immediately turned around with confidence and prepared to see what the cavalry wanted to do.

But as soon as he turned around, his expression froze and became frightened. He saw a long halberd appearing in front of him. Why is it so fast?

He had no time to react at all, and was stabbed directly by the long halberd, his face was immediately smashed to pieces and he died of a disaster!

Liu Zhe led Dian Wei and Zhang Fei and took the lead with four horses. Their horses were better than those of the cavalry. The five of them were a distance from the cavalry team behind them.

"Kill!" Liu Zhe took off the Yellow Turban General with a spear, and then plunged into the Yellow Turban Army's formation. He vented his anger. He could only say that these Yellow Turban Army had been in trouble for eight lifetimes. Liu Zhe vented all the anger in his heart on these Yellow Turban Army.

Countless heads flew into the sky. Wherever Liu Zhe and the other five passed, flesh and blood were flying everywhere. The ground was covered with broken limbs and broken arms. The Yellow Turban Army was killed and cried. Without the organization of the Yellow Turban Generals, they could not form effective resistance. Even if someone wanted to resist, all resistance in front of Liu Zhe and the others was futile.

If the damage caused by Liu Zhe and the other five were only a small range, then the large Black Scale Army troops that were soon killed would be killed on a large scale.

The Yellow Turban Army fell in batches, and the Black Scale Army was as sharp as a scraper. Every charge could scrape a large piece of the Yellow Turban Army.

Huangfu Song and his men, standing on the observation stage, were stunned.

Under the leadership of Liu Zhe, the Black Scale Army launched a charge again and again. Each charge was like eating. Every time, you could clearly see a large number of people falling from the Yellow Turban Army.

"This..." Several generals and captains who looked down on Liu Zhe and others were also shocked. They stared blankly at the Black Scale Army that was rushing back and forth among the Yellow Turban Army. Their minds were blank and they said nothing.

Thinking back to what they said before, their faces suddenly turned red, like someone slapped them on the face, and it hurt so much.

"This Black Scale Army is so powerful."

Some people couldn't help but speak out. Although these people did not echo before, they agreed with the opinions of those who spoke out, and believed that Liu Zhe's two thousand people would not play a big role.

But now I saw that I was wrong.

Everyone on the watchtower was surprised and sighing, while the killing on Liu Zhe's side continued.

When the Black Scale Army broke out again, turned its head and prepared for the next charge, the Yellow Turban Army finally collapsed. Like the Yellow Turban Army that Liu Zhe had encountered before, they began to drop their weapons, began to cry, and began to run for their lives.

If you look down from the sky, you can easily see the Yellow Turban Army running around like ants. No one in the southeast, west and northwest dares to escape to this place without worry, but people run in the other three aspects. More Yellow Turban Army run towards their camp and south.

Liu Zhe was already familiar with the trick of beating the fallen dog. He patted his mount and chased the Black Scale Army.

The Han army camp gate behind him opened and when Liu Zhe was victorious, Huangfu Song also sent a team to pursue him.

"Dongdong..." When the Yellow Turban Army chasing the escaped Yellow Turban Army chased to a hillside, the drums sounded loudly, and a Yellow Turban Army rushed down the slope.

"Amnesty?"

Liu Zhe sneered. There were still people in the Yellow Turban Army who understood this, but Liu Zhe was not afraid at all, but instead took the lead in rushing towards the ambush.

The Black Scale Army behind him saw that his lord was so brave, his morale was greatly boosted, and his momentum was like a rainbow, and he started charging again.

Although the Yellow Turban Army had ambush, the place where they were ambushing was wrong. This is a plain, and even if there are some slopes, it is still a plain.

For the cavalry, the plains are the best place for them to exert their strength.

So the killing continued!
Chapter completed!