Chapter 104 (1/2)

Licheng army was wrapped up in the center by thousands of officers and soldiers. It has not been able to participate in the war, and has been recuperating for a long time. Now suddenly attack, it is the morale of the high, like a tiger suddenly out of the cage, ready to show its power.

Cao Cao specially assigned 200 cavalry soldiers to Liu Ye's army. Therefore, the number of soldiers in Licheng army was 700. 700 horses galloped out of the center of the army. The general who was the first one was fierce and evil, holding a long sword. It was Guan Hai.

Liu Ye, on the other hand, was living in the cavalry array. A man with bright eyes beside him was Xia Houyuan. He looked around with his eyes and hung his spear aside. His fingers had already grasped the bow.

Tens of thousands of yellow turban thieves swarmed to the south just like the water burst from the levee. Unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers would have such a killing move, so they were killed by surprise.

Seven hundred iron cavalry were caught in the tide of yellow turban thieves, and Guan Hai was the leader of the charge. They were really unstoppable, like a sharp cone piercing into the quicksand. No matter how strong the cavalry is, it is impossible for a cavalry to compare his horse power with that of a man and his horse. He is hit and a man turns his horse upside down.

The soldiers of Licheng army drew out their long swords, but they did not use their power to chop. Instead, they held the handle tightly and the blade moved forward. Although the horse's rider didn't exert himself, the saber was still sharp. As the horse galloped past, the narrow blade of the sword gently scratched the skin, and the red blood spattered out immediately. The yellow scarf thief's soft body fell to the ground.

If the Yellow turban thieves were in a dense formation, close to each other, they would certainly be able to withstand the charge of the cavalry of Licheng city. However, at the moment when they rushed into the array, their formation was loose. For a moment, I did not know how many yellow turban thieves were knocked to the ground by war horses, and their necks were scratched by horse knives, and they fell to the ground.

However, the yellow scarf thieves are not without brave men. Among thousands of people, there are always several who have killed red eyes. A yellow scarf thief with thick beard and broad face spewed a white air from his mouth. One pulled his clothes open and revealed his chest full of fluffy. He held the ring head knife tightly in his hand.

The thick bearded yellow scarf thief murmured, and his broad shoulder pushed the two yellow turban thieves in front of him to one side. One of them dashed forward and yelled like a halberd. His long sword in his hand suddenly flashed with light. He even wanted to split a rider and his horse in two.

The rider turned and quickly raised his knife to fight, but there was no time for him.

What's more, cavalry saber is not the same as the ring head sword of pawn. The ring head sword used by infantry is wide and thick, and it is very durable. The saber in the hand of the rider is narrow and long, so as to facilitate the rider to cross the enemy's body with the help of horsepower.

Seeing that the rider was about to be cut into two pieces by the company and the horse

Collapse!

Whoosh!

At first, there was a strong sound, and then there was a whoosh. An arrow flew out and stuck in the throat of the yellow scarf thief with thick beard. The arrow force was very strong and went straight through his throat. The arrow came out from his back neck. The exposed shaft was full of blood, while the tail of the arrow was humming and shaking.

The thick bearded yellow scarf thief made a strange sound in his mouth. The arrow was powerful and broke his throat in an instant. Therefore, blood foam was spewed out of his mouth, but he could not make any sound. The ring head sword in his hand had no strength to chop down. There was a clanging sound on the ground. It turned out that the ring head sword fell to the ground, but his hands tightly held the arrow and wanted to pull it out.

Shua.

The cavalry who galloped past from the rear did not give him the chance. He raised his saber and chopped it. The narrow blade gently across his chest, directly cut a long hole in his thin clothes and chest skin, and rolled out the bright red muscles, bleeding blood and steaming steam.

He fell to his knees powerless, and the last ray of light in his pupils faded away, showing a heroic figure with bows and arrows.