Chapter 118 (1/2)

Bang!

The two shields against each other, trembling slightly.

Among the Yellow turban thieves, there are also sword and shield hands who are tall and powerful. They do not rush forward with a single brain, but also take the sword and shield hands as the vanguard, followed by long knives and short soldiers.

The swords and shields of Licheng army and the Yellow turban bandits are wrestling. Their knees are slightly sinking, and their ten toes are bent into hooks. They seize the ground. They are the first line in the army. If anyone falls down first, it means that his fellow soldiers will be slaughtered. Therefore, no matter the pressure, most of them will resist the opposite opponent.

Whoosh!

An arrow came through the wind, and the arrow was powerful and heavy. It directly penetrated a shield, and the sword shield of a yellow turban thief was pierced. The arrow that was not reduced was inserted into his abdomen. The yellow scarf thief cried out, and the Licheng army knife shield man who was facing him was very happy. A collision flew the Yellow turban thief on the opposite side, and the Spearman behind him pushed forward the formation Line.

The bowstring trembled slightly. Xia Houyuan was calm and took an arrow from his quiver. He was always ready to support the weak points of the needle and thread. Guan Hai was like a mad tiger, and his long knife was waving like a wind.

As for Liu Ye, holding a spear and standing in front of the people's army, a man stood up to a front. A yellow turban thief's sword and shield rushed towards him with his shield in his hand. Without saying a word, Liu Ye swept out with a spear, and the huge force swept people out with shields.

The government and the army defend closely, and the rear army of the Yellow turban thief is weak for a moment. Liu Ye sees this and rushes out with his soldiers.

Dozens of sharp soldiers follow Liu Ye. The Yellow turban thief in front of him launches a counter charge, which makes him unprepared. However, there are yellow turban thieves in all directions.

Yu ban hastily ordered: ”shrink the front line!”

Liu Ye, with ten sharp soldiers, turned around and killed him and returned to the army.

The army of nearly a thousand Li City in the center seems to have become a huge grinding plate, and the Yellow turban thieves around it are slowly grinded and crushed by the huge grinding plate.

The battle damage ratio between Licheng army and yellow turban bandits is very high. Basically, for every Licheng army killed in battle, three to five yellow turban thieves were killed. At one time, more than 1000 yellow turban thieves were killed and wounded.

Rao is Liu Ye's boxing state. He has reached the point of ”one feather can't fall, no flies and insects can't be added”. However, there are overlapping swords and swords in the oblique stabs in all directions. Liu Ye can't avoid getting hurt. He has several wounds on his body. However, he doesn't pay attention to his vigorous Qi and blood.

Liu Ye has lost count of the number of blades in his hand. The spear in his hand has been replaced by another one. Before that, when the stick was stabbed into the leather armor of a yellow turban thief, he broke it. He threw it aside, wiped two bloody palms on his body, and picked up a spear from the ground and continued to fight.

The helmet has been thrown aside for a long time, making Liu Ye's head full of sweat. His head is covered by the helmet like a steamer. When he takes off his hair, he becomes wet. His leather armor is covered with traces of blood. As for the cloth shirt covered in the leather armor, it is completely soaked with blood, and the whole person seems to have just been pulled out of the sea of blood, Although most of it was the blood of the scarves.

Liu Ye's body is full of corpses. One of the yellow scarf thieves comes up and is stabbed by a spear. A strong smell of blood comes to his face a few feet away.

A yellow scarf thief summoned up his courage, grabbed the weapon blade and rushed up to Liu Ye. But Liu Ye had just turned around, and only a pair of eyes were not red. He glared at him. The blood on his body was ticking, falling from his spear and his clothes, and roaring.

”Come on

The Yellow turban thief fell to his knees with a thump, trembling all over, and his sword fell to the ground with a clatter. He is usually regarded as a fierce soldier in the army. But today, when he saw Liu Ye like this, he was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

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