"Heaven is dead!"

"Kill, kill that thief Huan Qinjuan!"

It's not as dark and windy as the moon, nor does it have the intense atmosphere of a battlefield.

Xi Feng stepped slowly and trotted. In Liu Cang's eyes, the group of people wearing yellow scarves in front of them really looked more like refugees than refugees.

Thin, dark, withered hair, sunken eyes, shouting wildly, the whole team is filled with an aura of madness.

You know, this is around Luoyang, and the refugees north of the Yellow River are more humane than them.

Thousands of people were scattered, and yellow scarves spread on the gentle hillside.

Kilometers, trotting with hissing hoofs in the wind, Liu Cang took a hundred steps behind him, holding a 1.5-meter plain knife with a handle at his side.

Then the female soldiers followed, and the three-meter-long thin-edged hook and sickle barely allowed them to bear the weight of the weapon for hooking.

They had practiced their battle formation coordination for two months. There were already cavalry galloping on the side of the hillside, and their sharp blades were long enough for them to threaten these unarmored thugs with death in a relatively safe area.

Troubled times have emerged, and the first step in the fight must be taken. This kind of small-scale field battle like a weapon fight is friendly enough for them.

If you can't adapt to this battle, you can go back and become a village woman, or learn to sing, dance, and sing, and become a waitress.

Being able to observe attributes, as long as the character is good enough and high-quality food is sufficient, Liu Cang believes that female soldiers can also create an elite fighting force.

In other words, regardless of physical constitution, women can be much more cruel than men.

Three hundred meters away, in front of the gate of Luyuan Camp, a group of younger girls were holding light crossbows and winding the winches of the light crossbows in their trembling palms.

Strange screams kept coming from the Yellow Turbans: "Come on, they are all old, weak, women and children, rush into their station, there is a horse blocking force over there, don't be afraid of their cavalry!"

In the living area of ​​Luyuan, there were hoes, wooden sticks, hatchets, and a small number of standard ring knives. Thousands of men and women walked out of the living area holding messy weapons and gathered behind the crossbowmen.

There were old, weak, women and children, and there were many angry young men among them. Their aura was even higher than that of the female soldiers of Feixiong Camp. They had just put down their work, but in the face of this sudden attack and killing, they felt inexplicable and only indignant.

The young master has accumulated a large amount of luggage here, which is enough for them to start a new life again. These guys shouting slogans of rebellion must not be allowed to come in.

"Flying Bear Camp, lead the troops and form formations to fight against the enemy." Liu Cang shouted, hissing wind changed his brisk pace and slammed down his front hooves, crushing the earth and rocks with his iron hooves.

"Kill!" The war horse charged, and Liu Cang raised his halberd to kill the yellow scarf on the opposite side.

100 meters, the run-up has passed, and the wind is blowing at top speed.

Within a hundred meters, there was less than three breaths. When the hissing wind rushed past a yellow scarf, the strong energy burst out, the big halberd slashed sideways, blood accompanied by screams, Liu Cang rushed into the chaos on horseback.

"Kill him! God's envoy has been harmed! Seize this place, seize this place and you can gather brothers and sisters!" He shouted to suppress the screams around him.

The sharp blades that were slashing at Xi Feng were swept away by the halberds. The wooden spears were mixed with iron spears and iron spears. A large number of yellow scarves tried to contain Liu Cang who rode alone into them, but the dancing halberds dragged the explosive force with them.

With his strong energy, he strangled them on the spot.

The Yellow Turbans were too dispersed, so it couldn't even be considered a charge. It was precisely because of their dispersion that Liu Cang's casualties were very limited when he charged.

Stones, spears, and even arrows were shot from time to time. Although he had a body-protecting aura, Liu Cang was still dodging and blocking on his horse.

These yellow scarves put no pressure on him. There was no need to intimidate him into breaking the formation, it was all about honing his skills on the battlefield.

The hissing wind rushed five hundred meters away, and the heavy steps from behind finally met the yellow scarves. The clanging battle gave the hillside a bit of a battlefield atmosphere.

The heavy infantry stepped forward, slashed, sheathed their swords, and clusters of blood splashed.

The Yellow Turban's blade could not cause the slightest damage to the heavy infantry when faced with the heavy infantry's armor. There was no competition in martial arts and tactics, only pure equipment crushing.

Protect your head and face, be careful where you step, face the yellow turban mob in front of you, and fight head-on. These heavy infantry are invincible.

"Go around them! Charge at their base!" There were shouts from all around. These yellow scarves were not stupid. They were walking with hundreds of people. These guys couldn't cut them down at all. Unfortunately, the shouts did not stop, and more intensive screams came out one after another.

"Stab!" a female voice shouted proudly. Fifty groups of female soldiers formed a circular formation, echoing each other, and thrust out hooks and sickles.

"Puff~puff~puff~" was heard as the weapon pierced flesh, the screams of the Yellow Turbans were mixed with the cry-like exclamations of some women, and the small number of weapons thrown by the Yellow Turbans even caused some panic among the female soldiers.

A long-handled hook and sickle, with a sharp edge like a narrow sword, and a hook and sickle sticking out seven inches from the blade. It looks like a spear or a halberd, but it is too light in weight and not flexible enough. If it is not specially made, it can only be used as a surprise weapon for the weak.

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This thing was prepared by Liu Cang for the old, weak, women and children in the village, but obviously, the current Feixiong camp is just for women and children.

The blade of the knife penetrated the flesh, and there were many female soldiers in the battle formation who were unsteady in holding the knife. Fortunately, there were enough people, and the opponent's yellow scarfs also scattered and charged randomly.

"Crack!" The female soldiers led the order again, and the long hooks and sickles slashed with the wind. A large number of yellow scarves were knocked down by the hooks and sickles in front of them before they could get close to the female soldiers.

"Take it!" The command came out more frequently than before, almost immediately after the slashing. The female soldiers pulled back the long handles, and the hook sickles in their hands finally showed their vicious attack methods.

"Stab~Stab~" The skin and flesh were torn, screams and blood spattered.

The sharp blade of the hook and sickle tore open the enemy's skin and flesh, and if there were any bones attached to it, a struggling and screaming person was dragged into the battle ring and dragged in front of the female soldier.

"Stab! Vomit~!" During the stabbing command, some team leaders even made the sound of vomiting.

Two or three months ago, most of them were ordinary women from ordinary farmers' families, and even when they were slaughtering pigs and sheep, the killing scenes in front of them were not as bloody and horrific as this.

"Death to the traitor! Pan Feng from Jizhou is here!" The woman was feeling unwell, and when the formation was about to be in chaos, a rough and excited cry came.

The battle call is when a general makes a name for himself.

Qingqi set foot on the camp, and Pan Feng led two hundred cavalry into the rebels.

"Death~! Die to someone~!" Pan Feng shouted filial piety repeatedly. In the chaos of the battle, Liu Cang's side was able to kill a group of decent soldiers.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The arrival of the cavalry became the last straw for these Yellow Turbans. There was no more shouting, only screaming and running away.

"Sir, is it okay to kill like this?" A group of cavalry came to Liu Cang. Pan Feng swung his bloody ax and asked Liu Cang.

"You kill!" Liu Cang said to Pan Feng when he stabbed to death a yellow scarf woman who was running beside him with a halberd.

"Here!"

"Play, You Sha Tiao!" Following Liu Cang's order, Pan Feng smiled ferociously and said to a cavalryman beside him.

These Yellow Turbans were really looking for death. If they hadn't chanted those chanting slogans, the people on Liu Cang's side would not have dared to kill them so neatly.

Since we are facing a group of rebel thieves armed with knives, especially when the rebel thieves come to their doorstep, there is no need for anyone to hesitate.

The sounder like a bone flute was played by the cavalry with a specific tone. The cavalry put away the spears in their hands, rode away, and drew out their sabers.

The light cavalry were roaming around, Liu Cang originally had 500 cavalry, but now only 200 were left, and the remaining 300 knights Liu Cang directly asked them to remove their armor and return to the field.

Without certain qualities of a cavalryman, riding a plow horse is simply a waste of the horse. However, the cavalrymen who joined the army with two hundred war horses were all animals that were used to fighting.

The killing spree begins, and with the playing of the "slaying tune", the female soldiers in the Flying Bear Camp also need to join in the pursuit of the escapees.

The two hundred crossbowmen in front of the camp shot and killed the Yellow Turbans who came within a hundred meters of the camp. Of the eight hundred female soldiers with hooks and sickles, only half followed the killing call and pursued the escapers without hesitation.

Among the remaining female soldiers, some were paralyzed, some were vomiting, some were injured and crying, and some were not injured and were crying.

The Hundred Heavy Steps are basically out of business. Now they can barely fight in battles, charge, roam and kill, etc. There is no chance and they can't run.

For a moment, the cry of eagles was heard in the sky, and Pan Feng led the crowd back to Liu Cang. On the battlefield full of corpses, some wolverine heads popped out from time to time.

Although these wolverines are ferocious, they still don't look good when faced with humans holding weapons. If no one cooperates, they can only be stabbed to death if they enter the crowd.

"Bury the bodies, bury them in the pasture to the west, and don't let the badgers eat people." Liu Cang ordered people to drive away the wolverines that seemed to want to taste hot human flesh.

At this time, a cavalryman wearing battle armor and a short jumper cape came running from a distance. When he saw the corpses in front of him, he couldn't help but stand on horseback, and his eyes were horrified.

"Yueqi? Pan Feng, do you know the location of Xingjia Village?" Liu Cang asked Pan Feng beside him after taking a look at the Yueqi general from a distance.

"Yeah, I know." Pan Feng nodded.

"They are all serfs here and there are no cattle or horses. I will take my brothers to Xingjia Village. I am very interested in their cattle and sheep." Liu Cang said to Pan Feng.

"Don't worry, young master, I promise to do it cleanly." Pan Feng said solemnly, with a cold look in his eyes.

He had dealt with the Xing clan a long time ago, but now only the serfs came. Since there were no cavalry, cattle and sheep, the big families in the village were either unscathed, or there were rebels staying in the village.

"Go back quickly, remember to bring more yellow headscarves with you." Liu Cang nodded, and as he spoke, the Vietnamese cavalry general raised his arm and ran towards Liu Cang.
Chapter completed!