After Qin Feng, three hundred meters of the battle formation of the horse, behind him was the elite cavalry of the camp.

On the one hand, war horses wearing armor were soldiers with heavy armor. They held the three-pointed and two-edged swords made of fine iron in their hands. Their eyes were full of murderous aura, their morale was high, and they were fearless!

Because they are brave men in the camp, they only have one mission in their life, that is, killing enemies in a battle. No matter how powerful the opponent is, no matter how tenacious the opponent is... "With my passion, I will promote my reputation in a battle. Fight for my master, and advance without retreat!"

Qin Feng's spear pointed diagonally towards the sky, and the sharp blade seemed to cover the sun behind him, emitting a bloodthirsty and dazzling light.

At this moment, he was not the poor boy who was ignorant of life and death in his later generations.

At this moment, he was no longer the cynical liberty who was complacent after coming to the Eastern Han Dynasty and used his advanced knowledge to play cynical.

At this moment, he is a monarch with passion and a brave heart. He wants to lead his subordinates to smooth out everything that blocks him!

Qin Feng's eyes shot out endless murderous intent and roared, "My sons, it's time for death. Today, we will use our passionate blood to bury their illusory world. At this moment, we will live and die together, and use the blood of these Yellow Turban Rebels to achieve our reputation that shocks the world."

"Every and death together, there will be advance and no retreat!" "Every and death together, there will be advance and no retreat!"

Five hundred warriors who were trapped in the formation raised their swords toward the sky. The sword forest where the blade gathered reflected dazzling light and gathered together, as if it was the second sun.

"Xun Yu, I'll order the battle formation to retreat left and right!" The Yellow Turban Army, which was surging up under Qin Feng's spear, shouted: "Yang Wu's reputation for trapping the formation and charge!"

Herodian..., the white dragon chasing the clouds under his crotch stood up and fell to the ground like chasing the clouds and chasing the moon, and the lightning shot away.

"In the name of my trap, fight for the lord!"

Five hundred warriors of the camp rushed out in a chant. For a moment, dust and smoke rose everywhere, covering the clouds and the sun. But the blade above the dust head exuded a bloodthirsty light.

Xun Yu, who was standing beside him, was shocked by the high morale and murderous aura of the camp, and his face turned pale in an instant. He looked at Qin Feng, who was ignoring life and death, and his face immediately turned red.

The hero's loyalty and blood, the wise man's calmness and decisiveness, the boy's cynicism, and sometimes a little slut... Xun Yu and Qin Feng have been together for more than half a year and have witnessed many different sides of him. At this moment, with Qin Feng's charge of death, scenes flashed through his mind. "Qin Feng, Qin Zijin, what kind of person are you...?"

"I, Gao Shun, here I swear, life and death will be with you in this life! My sons, I will show my reputation as a battle for my lord!" Gao Shun shouted, and whipped his horse, how could he let his lord break into the enemy formation alone!

"Help me be famous for the formation and fight for the lord!" Five hundred warriors who are trapped in the formation are loyal. For the lord and the camp, even if it is a sea of ​​swords and fire, what are you afraid of?

...

Cheng Yuanzhi was overjoyed when he saw Qin Feng charging forward. When he saw Qin Feng charging, his eyes were filled with anger. "Qin Zijin, today, this is your burial place!"

"Mr. Qin is here. Today, let's see who is born and who dies?" Qin Feng waved his spear in his hand in a cold scolding and rode his horse to hit Cheng Yuanzhi who was coming out.

Cheng Yuanzhi raised his sword to greet him.

Dang...

As the weapons were fighting, Qin Feng knocked Cheng Yuanzhi, who was fighting in the infantry, to kneel on the ground with his horse and rode his horse past.

"Cheng Yuanzhi, die in the name of my lord Qin Feng!" Gao Shun, who followed closely behind, drew a big knife in his hand to kill a god, and crossed Cheng Yuanzhi's throat.

Then he saw Cheng Yuanzhi kneeling on both knees, and a blood column more than one meter high ejaculation ejaculated from his headless neck, and he knelt down and died on the ground.

His flying head reflected in his eyes the majestic figure of Qin Feng riding alone to the formation. However, he could no longer remember what happened the next moment.

"Die in the name of my lord Qin Feng!" Five hundred warriors of the camp crashed into the Yellow Turban battle formation one after another, shouting the same slogan, taking away the lives of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Your illusory ideals will definitely be destroyed under the iron hooves of my camp..." Qin Feng's spear opened and closed, his body full of blood from the dead Yellow Turban soldiers.

The unparalleled chasing cloud horse trembled its strong horse hooves, sweeping away people who wanted to hurt their masters.

At this moment, Qin Feng was extremely focused, and the paleness of the Yellow Turban soldiers in his eyes made him feel the most exciting after the Eastern Han Dynasty. "Today, I will lead five hundred warriors to fight against the Yellow Turbans. If I live, I will command the unparalleled iron cavalry in the future and sweep the world!"

The Yellow Turban soldier who had just rushed up the hillside and had not had time to be happy was stunned by this sudden blow.

The weapons in their hands were unable to break the armor of these warriors, and their companions around them fell down one by one. Their morale disappeared immediately. They subconsciously kept retreating.

The Yellow Turban soldiers reacted as a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers screamed and were squeezed down the hill by their companions.

Five hundred warriors of the camp, led by Qin Feng, rushed back more than ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers in one breath!

This is simply a miracle!

The government troops that had already scattered left and right were stimulated by this vast martial spirit, their aura of decisive death, and their fearless ambitions. Soldiers are courage, and will be the soul of soldiers. How much they want to be one of them, become a fearless warrior, and fight for the general with a golden helmet and white horse in the front.

"In the name of my lord Qin Feng, kill! Kill! Kill!"

Almost at the same time, the passionate blood of the men in the hearts of thousands of officials and soldiers was awakened and they shouted and killed each other. They were no longer afraid of life and death. They wanted to use the passionate blood buried deep in their bodies to create this exciting moment with the warriors of the forward.

The Han Dynasty has been fighting thousands of wars for more than four hundred years. At any time, the imperial army would call for the general to lead the army as the lord.

"Qin Feng, are you born for this troubled world or a person born for quelling the chaos..." A trace of confusion flashed in Xun Yu's eyes.

Thousands of strong-spirited officials joined and instantly disintegrated the Yellow Turban Army's counterattack. They cooperated with the Jedi counterattack in the trapped camp, and in one go, pushing down more than 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers who were attacking the hillside again.

When Qin Feng pulled his horse to the edge of the hillside, the Yellow Turban Army under his feet, under the hillside, looked at him with fear. It was a fear of Qin Feng, a fear of the trapped camp, and a fear of the fearless momentum gathered here.

The center of this momentum is Qin Feng on the chasing cloud horse. He pointed to the Zhenwu Tai Chi spear under the hillside, and the blood of the Yellow Turban soldiers continued to flow.

"Zhang Liang! Today, in my name as Qin Feng, you must die here!" Qin Feng provoked the head of Cheng Yuanzhi, whom he sent, and shook his gun off the hillside.

The head of the death was unclogging, causing the Yellow Turban soldiers around to retreat several times, their eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"Yuanzhi!" Zhang Liang's heart was bleeding. How many soldiers' lives had been consumed and how many generals had sacrificed. When Qin Feng was about to enter a desperate situation, the last general around him died.

"Don't be confused by the illusion of the official army, look around and see. Our companions are about to break through their defense. Today, our 100,000 Taiping Cult members must let Qin Feng and his official army be destroyed." Zhang Liang waved his sword, rode his horse out, and shouted angrily: "All army attack!"

The Yellow Turban Army, shocked by Qin Feng, woke up from Zhang Liang's loud shout. They looked left and right and left, and their companions on both sides had already rushed to the hillside on the other side. There were only 30,000 official troops, and many casualties were killed or injured at this moment. They were not our opponents!

Therefore, when Zhang Liang led the last new force and more than 10,000 people came to the hillside, the Yellow Turban soldiers gathered again, waiting for the final assault.

Zhang Liang stood on the horse under the hillside, pointed at Qin Feng from a big knife and shouted: "Qin Feng, you are already at the end of your strength. You can deceive others, but you can't deceive me. I admit that your camp is one of the few elites in the world, but unfortunately, you can't resist my peaceful path. I'm just watching here, when my left and right church members break through your defense, see who is born and who dies?"

Qin Feng was a little discouraged when he heard this because what Zhang Liang said was true. After all, the Yellow Turbans were numerous and he could kill 1,000 or 10,000, but he could not kill 100,000.

"General, retreat. If you wait a little longer and the left and right defense lines are broken through, our army will... be wiped out." Xun Yu rode his horse, and in his eyes, the defeat at this moment is definitely not something that the five hundred warriors can save.

How could Qin Feng not know this? He looked at Zhanghe angrily, but this was originally the last glance, which made him laugh.

Zhang Liang saw it below and said sarcastically: "Qin Feng, you can laugh when you die. I really admire you, admire you."

Qin Feng smiled slightly, then he looked cynical again and said, "Zhang Liang, if I were you, I would take a deep breath at this moment..."

"Well! How do you say this? Could it be that Qin Feng, you are crazy?" Zhang Liang mocked.

"That's what this is said..." Qin Feng pointed south on the hillside and smiled: "The water is coming! Can you swim?"
Chapter completed!