Yan Liang, Arc Ding and Qi Chen rushed to the front. They carried the Black Panther Yishu, like a sharp sword, inserted into the heart of the Yellow Turban Army with perfect accuracy and sharpness.

The dense and violent sound of war drums on the river bank shocked the battlefield.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were rushed away by the unstoppable iron cavalry. Although they tried their best to resist, the huge and extremely fast war horses could not resist by flesh and blood. They were like crops in the flood, ruthlessly rammed, crushed, and submerged by the raging flood, without any ability or opportunity to resist. They were swept away by the iron cavalry.

Yan Liang's big sword roared, and the three enemies in front of him could not stop the sword that swept across the thousands of troops. They were cut off their heads, cut off their arms, and broke their stomachs, and howled and fell into the crowd.

"Tiger head, rush into the car formation, rush in..."

The arc tripod roared, dancing the blood-stained mace, and struggling forward.

In front is the enemy's car array.

The soldiers on both sides who were mixed together were entangled layer by layer. Not to mention that they could not push the big chariots to close the chariot array, it was impossible to even withdraw their own soldiers.

The battlefield in front of the river bank is like a pot of steaming boiling water, intense and bloody.

Under the command of Zhang Niujiao, the archers on the river bank shot at the cavalry on the war horses at will.

Qichen's spear flew out and pierced through an enemy who was wielding a knife to kill. Then he abandoned the spear and drew his sword, picked up the horn on his waist with his left hand and sounded the horn of the stomping battle of the horse.

At this time, the cavalry had no effect, and everyone was crowded together and could not move forward. Riding on the horse was a target for the enemy's archers.

Qi Chen kept blowing and flew off the horse. Black Panther Yicong's several horn hands followed closely and issued orders. In just a moment, the fierce and evil warriors suddenly lost on the battlefield. They all jumped off their war horses, holding swords in one hand and shield in the other, and rushed into the gap in the chariot formation in groups.

Yan Liang threw away the sword at will. Facing the dense enemy soldiers, the sword completely lost its function, but it was a burden. He pulled out the sword from his waist, shouted angrily, and flew forward to kill an enemy who was raiding the arc tripod.

"Kill..., enter the chariot formation..."

The arc tripod swung the big hand, smashing it randomly, and shouting loudly:

"Kill... and kill in..."

Qi Chen was just a few steps away from the arc tripod. He held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, leading a group of soldiers, piercing them like an awl into the gap in the chariot array.

The left and right wings of the Black Panther Yicong are Yan Wuwei and Lei Zi in Zhongqu. They also saw the gap in the Yellow Turban Army's chariot formation. If they want to quickly defeat Zhang Niujiao's army, breaking through this hole is probably the key. As long as they break through the chariot formation and remove the chariot formation, the cavalry rushed forward without any obstacles, and the Yellow Turban Army will be finished.

"Order the troops to attack the chariot formations on both sides at all costs and cover the Black Panther Yiming tore open the enemy's hole."

Yan Wuwei turned around and shouted loudly to the horn soldier behind him.

Lei Zi heard Yan Wuwei's order and roared wildly: "Brothers, kill, kill..."

The charge of the oxen horn soared into the sky. On the chaotic battlefield, the cavalry on both wings began to accelerate and sprint.

Yan Wuwei and Lei Zi, one on the left and one on the right, led the soldiers to attack the enemy formation continuously, brave and fearless, and had an amazing momentum. The Yellow Turban soldiers behind the chariot formation had to temporarily stop supporting the gap in the chariot formation and concentrate on dealing with the cavalry's storm.

Yan Liang was the first to rush to the side of the carriage. Along the way, he was cut three times by the enemy. Although the wound was not deep, it was bleeding.

"Pull the cart open, pull it away..."

Yan Liang kept yelling at the warrior behind him.

With a roar, Qi Chen's round shield smashed away an enemy who was injured by a knife and stood next to the carriage on the other side.

The Yellow Turban soldiers went crazy. They roared and swarmed up. If they did not block this gap, the consequences would be disastrous.

Yan Liang punched open a spear that was stabbing, and the sword in his hand had penetrated the chest of the enemy soldiers on the other side. He grabbed the enemy's sword and cut it off with the man and the spear.

"kill……"

The Arc Ding didn't raise his head, and smashed his enemy with one stick. Then four or five spears stabbed him at the same time. The Arc Ding had to give up and retreat quickly. The two soldiers behind him immediately filled his empty seat, and the swords and shields were on the same side.

Zhang Niujiao stood silently on the river bank, looking at the mountains, the Iron Cavalry reorganized the queue under the command of the horn. As long as the frontal formation was opened, they would pour down.

Zhang Niujiao turned his eyes to look at the gap. The gap was widening. Zhang Niujiao didn't care about the gap, he had no intention of blocking him.

There was a bloody warrior near the gap, tall, mighty, cold and cruel. He would kill one person every time he took the knife, never failing to lose his skills. Zhang Niujiao looked at it carefully and was shocked. Such a bloodthirsty person was really like a butcher. He actually found that he knew him and had fought with him. He was Changshan Hutou.

Zhang Niujiao looked up at the gray sky.
Chapter completed!