When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win.

But when both sides are brave, the outcome becomes a variable.

Blood and residual limbs are entangled, and human life is as cheap as grass at this moment.

Every time the halberd in Xiang Yu's hand was waving, it would take away the life of a cavalry, while Meng Tian and the cavalry behind him were even more cruel.

Faced with these Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed up with their passion and brute force, Meng Tian, ​​who was a professional soldier, and the cavalrymen were extremely calm.

The fall of the companions around them seemed to have no effect on them. They had to do very simply, raise their hands, fall down, and then rush out and rush in.

Gradually, Xiang Yu also found that he seemed to be unable to keep them.

Meng Tian also realized that it seemed that he had a slight advantage.

Facts have proved that under the same morale and the same death-torn mentality, when two brave men meet in a narrow road, whoever has a sharper weapon, whose armor is stronger, and whose soldiers are more professional, will win the victory of this battle.

After Xiang Yu came to this world, he spent most of his time fighting.

First he fought with Zhang Jiao, and then helped Zhang Jiao fight with Zhu Yuanzhang.

But although Lao Zhu's tactics are advanced, their weapons and equipment are not good.

Facing the general who was wearing a passive bloodthirsty and violent halo, which could inspire the fighting will of the soldiers under his command and improve his combat effectiveness, all the strategies seemed a bit fancy.

No matter how brilliant your formation is and how exquisite your arrangement is, he can respond to all changes with unchanging conditions. With his unparalleled and invincible force, Lao Zhu could only sigh at Yu.

This also gave Xiang Yu a wrong understanding of the army in this world.

In his perception, there was not much difference between the army of the Sui Dynasty and the army of his own era.

Even if there are some changes in weapons and equipment, they are just icing on the cake and cannot change the fundamentals.

But the cavalry under Meng Tian opened his eyes.

A cavalry who was hit by himself in the front will undoubtedly die.

Just because he was wearing the bright light armor, although he was seriously injured, he still had the power to fight. Before he died, he harvested three Yellow Turban Army in front of him.

The crushing of equipment brought hope to Meng Tian, ​​but Xiang Yu was very angry.

After two consecutive waves of high-strength charges between the two sides, the war became strangely quiet.

Meng Tian gasped heavily, grabbed the horses under his command, glanced back, and there were about a hundred cavalrymen behind him.

Everyone was denied the lottery, and even he had four or five wounds.

But everyone's eyes were completely gone, and they could only continue to charge and kill all the enemies.

On Xiang Yu's side, there was only one dozen riders who died. He followed Xiang Yu, his arms were cut off, blood was flowing, and his face turned pale.

My body shaking and I could fall down at any time.

And more than half of the two thousand Yellow Turban infantry were injured or killed.

Less than 500 people were actually killed by Meng Tian’s cavalry, most of which were trampled by horses or trampled to death by their own people.

After all, these Yellow Turban Army are just refugees after all, and they can survive until now rely on Xiang Yu, the spiritual pillar.

Xiang Yu's armor was ragged and covered in blood.

There are their own, and there are also Taiyuan cavalrymen.

The epoxy in his hand had also been broken two pieces. He looked down, then turned over and dismounted and threw the epoxy aside.

At his feet was a Taiyuan cavalry who was knocked down to the ground but had not yet died.

He no longer had the ability to fight, his whole body was bleeding and his body was trembling violently.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes and pupils were dissipated.

Xiang Yu squatted down, his vigorous and powerful palms grabbed his neck, and then made a click, giving him a pleasure.

This is a respectable enemy, but unfortunately it is not my own subordinate.

Xiang Yu's eyes fell on his hands.

The dead cavalry held the forged waist knife in Taiyuan.

This knife is specially made for cavalry and is said to be the sharpest weapon in the world.

Only three thousand pieces of Taiyuan have been forged.

Xiang Yu tore it hard, and the rope on the cavalry's palm was torn off.

It's indeed a good weapon.

Holding the waist knife in his hand, Xiang Yu couldn't help but exclaim.

Looking through the moonlight, the pale blade body shone with a cold light, as if showing off its ability to cut iron like mud to the new director.

Today, Meng Tian and the remaining hundreds of cavalry must stay.

He raised his head and the wind blew his long hair, making Meng Tian on the opposite side shudder.

He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of Xiang Yu.

But this man not far away was really terrible. His inhuman destructive power and the unparalleled contempt in his eyes were shocking.

Although the battle just now was extremely chaotic, Meng Tian still saw clearly that the cavalry armed to the teeth who followed him had fallen to the ground, and half of them were killed by Xiang Yu.

"Meng Tian, ​​I can still accept it now."

Xiang Yu casually lifted up his collar, and his broad waist knife slowly slashed across the collar, crossing out the blood and becoming brighter.

The cold light shines, which is a sign of bloodthirsty.

His voice was not loud, but Meng Tian could hear it clearly.

"Hmph, if you want to keep me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability yet!"

Meng Tian calmed down completely and thought quickly in her mind.

The combat effectiveness of the Yellow Turban Army was clearly understood by myself: it was not a good deal, but it was definitely not a match for Taiyuan.

The Yellow Turban Army that can follow Xiang Yu is definitely the strongest combat power under Zhang Jiao.

Their fighting consciousness is indeed good, but Meng Tian knew very well that this combat power was all because Xiang Yu led the army.

If it were someone else, they could kill them with one charge and run away.

The large army of the Yellow Turban Army definitely does not have such tenacious combat power.

The most important thing is that their equipment is too poor.

His raid tonight was a failure because Xiang Yu had already prepared.

But even so, more than two thousand people were ambushed and have not wiped out all of them until now, and even more than half of them were killed or injured.

The most critical reason is that their weapons and equipment are very poor.

It was so short that even the most ordinary servant in Taiyuan Prefecture was not as good as the equipment of Xiang Yu's personal soldiers.

It is conceivable what the armed forces of the Yellow Turban Army would look like.

Even if Xiang Yu led such an army, he would definitely not be a match for the Taiyuan Army.

After finding out these news, my purpose of coming tonight was achieved.

The next wave of charge left.

After all, this place has been occupied by the Yellow Turban Army, so who knows whether Xiang Yu's reinforcements have heard the sound of the wind on the way.

After making up his mind, Meng Tian tightened his hand holding the knife again, and the cavalry behind him were also ready to charge again.

"Xiang Yu, do you know who is here today and who sees off?"

Meng Tian laughed loudly, Xiang Yu didn't care at all. Since he didn't want to surrender, then die!

At the moment, I didn't care what Meng Tian was going to say, so I took a step forward and killed Meng Tian.

"One of them is Miss Yu Ji!"

Meng Tian's words and the horse under his crotch set off almost at the same time, and rushed towards Xiang Yu.

When the word Yu Ji reached Xiang Yu's ears, the overlord, who was originally focused, was stunned in an instant, his steps were slowed down slightly, and his eyes showed incredibleness.

The fighter shots were fleeting on the battlefield. Just as he was stunned, Meng Tian had already taken the remaining cavalry to break through the Yellow Turban Army's defense line, and then no longer turned back and continued to fight like before. Instead, his speed did not decrease at all, and he quickly walked towards the city gate when he came.

"General, the enemy ran away!"

The blood-stained guard woke Xiang Yu up.

Xiang Yu raised his head and pulled out the waist knife that was inserted into a cavalry's chest. Meng Tian left only a figure for him and then disappeared into the darkness.

"General, will we chase after us?"

Xiang Yu was extremely regretful. Why did he just slow down half a beat? So much so that he let him run away?

Now that Meng Tian is determined to run, how could the infantry chase the cavalry at night?

Unexpectedly, as soon as the guard finished speaking, he heard the sound of fighting coming from the front.

"General Xiang, I am ordered by General Xiang, General Qigong, and I will take the army to cooperate with you to Taiyuan Zhuocheng!"

A disgusting voice came from the front.

It's over!
Chapter completed!