Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 119 Bloody Battle at Ge Po Eight

To the north of the battlefield, on a plain about ten miles away, at the entrance of Gepo Township, two barracks stood on the left and right.

"What's going on in front?"

"Looking at the situation, it seems that there is a fight!"

"Didn't you just say you want to switch defenses?"

"How did this fight?"

"Could it be Rushui where officers and soldiers crossed!"

"I don't know what's going on?"

One by one, the generals walked out of the rainy school grounds and looked far ahead. The battle that broke out ahead had already alarmed them. Their soldiers and horses had assembled, waiting for orders.

"Report!"

A soldier covered in blood rushed in on his horse. After jumping off the horse, he knelt down and reported: "Report to all generals, Rushui has fallen, and Yang Shuai died in battle!"

"what?"

A yellow-turban general strode out, held up the scout's collar, and said, "Yanyu just withdrew and said everything is fine, how could Rushui River fall?"

This is also a yellow turban brigade commander, commanding all armies, named Zhao Su.

He is a burly man with excellent martial arts skills. Most importantly, he is born with great strength and is good at using an iron ax weighing eighty catties. He is also one of the best fighters under Gong Du's subordinates.

"It was difficult for Nanyang officers and soldiers to cross the river under the cover of the rain. The attacking soldiers were as fierce as thunder. We were caught off guard and were defeated immediately. Yang Shuai was killed on the spot, and most of me, Huang Jinerlang, were killed in battle. It was not enough to escape. one tenth!"

"Damn!"

Ye Zhen, another member of the yellow scarf leader, is a little weak, but no one in the camp dares to underestimate him, who has a personality like a poisonous snake. His gloomy eyes burst out with a cold light: "Yanyu just went to report to Shuai Qu, asking for a Time, we can't wait!"

"Take back the river bank!"

Zhao Su nodded: "I will lead the troops first, and you must catch up with you. No matter what, we must take back the river bank, and we cannot let them gain a foothold in Gepo Township!"

"it is good!"

The Yellow Turban Army has just been established, and there are not too many rules. The chief general said that one is one, and the two nodded.

"kill!"

"kill!"

On the battlefield, Mu Shan is like a god of war, with a big hammer, opening and closing, killing like thunder, under the rampage, no one can stop him for a round, and on his left and right flanks are Leihu and Zhou Cang. People are charging.

In less than half an hour, Yang Zhao's entire barracks was dispersed, soldiers died, wounded, fled, and some who surrendered were captured.

"Master, the Yellow Turban Army is here to reinforce!"

As soon as the scout's voice fell, figures appeared in the misty rain in the distance, rushing towards amidst the sound of shouting and killing all over the sky.

"kill!"

"Kill them back!"

"The great virtuous teacher, bless me to kill the enemy and win!"

The Yellow Turban General Zhao Su led his army to face him.

"withdraw!"

Mu Shan made a decisive decision, mustered all the strength of Yuangang in his body, and shouted to the sky: "Everyone obeys orders, retreat to the river bank, and stick to the river bank!"

He recently read a book and learned something. The book of war said: If you win the opening game, you must learn to hold on to the victory. Therefore, in order to hold on to this winning situation, he must stand firm on the north bank of Rushui before he can attack and enter Gepo.

"withdraw!"

"Withdraw!"

The Pioneer Battalion, the Heavy Armor Battalion, and the Crossbow Battalion all began to retreat under the command of the general, and retreated to the position of the Pingshan Battalion.

"Up the shield!"

The Pingshan Battalion landed and began to build fortifications on the beach. The heavy armored soldiers lined up one by one with their shields upright, forming a semi-arc formation. Deng Hong lived in the formation and commanded the various ministries: "My boys, the Vanguard Battalion You and the Guards Battalion have already opened up the situation, you, the success or failure of this battle depends on whether our Pingshan Battalion can keep them out, tell me, what is the most powerful thing in our Pingshan Battalion!"

"shield!"

"shield!"

Pingshanying had the most iron shields in their hands. An iron shield with the height of a man, half a man's width, and the thickness of a finger was the most powerful defensive thing. It took four soldiers to move an iron shield. an iron mountain.

Boom boom boom! ! ! ! !
The Yellow Turban Army charged forward, but encountered the iron shield of the Pingshan Battalion. Sparks hit the earth, stirring up bursts of blood. The blood soared and merged into the rain. The blood was flowing, as if it was about to converge into a river...

"Spear!"

Deng Hong gave the order.

"spear!"

"spear!"

On the bayonet of the iron shield, there were sharp spears erected, which immediately killed all the yellow scarf soldiers who approached and turned them on their backs.

"Rush in for me!"

Zhao Su was as fierce as a tiger. Watching the soldiers die in battle, his eyes scouted, he raised a big ax with both hands, chopped open an iron shield with one axe, and then chopped off the four soldiers behind the iron shield;

"Kill in!"

"Kill in!"

This is an era of cold weapons and heroes, so when the generals are fierce and powerful, the soldiers will fight desperately. Zhao Su's ferocity arouses the blood of the yellow scarf soldiers, one after another The rush.

"What a hero, actually tore through my defense circle!"

Deng Hong sneered, and said to Mu Shan next to him: "Mu Shuai, no one under my command can stop him. Once the gap is torn open by him, we will be defeated. I also ask Mu Shuai to kill this beast!"

"Leader, I'm coming!" Lei Hu's fighting spirit rose, and he was about to move.

"No!"

Mu Shan's eyes flashed brightly, and he said: "You are not his opponent, he already has the ultimate internal strength, his strength is like wind and thunder, he is only half a step away from condensing a mouthful of Hunyuan Gangqi, he is a good opponent, I am here in person! "

He raised his hammer and killed him: "Who is coming, report the name!"

"Runan Zhao Su!"

Zhao Su was about to continue to rush in and disrupt the formation, but suddenly he felt a fierce aura rushing towards him. His experience on the battlefield made him instinctively raise his ax to meet the enemy: "Who are you?"

"If you can catch my ten moves, I'll tell you!"

Mu Shan's blood was boiling, and his energy was waking up, as if he hadn't met an opponent who could equal him for a long time.

"Insanity!"

After Zhao Su took the next move, he backed away, feeling a powerful force coming back, which surprised him. It was more because of the arrogance of the enemy that he wanted to deal with him with ten moves, even if it was Gong I can't even do it.

"Second trick!" The hammer in Mu Shan's hand moved very simply, one word, hit!

"Oh!"

After Zhao Su took this move, the blood in his body was boiling.

"Okay, come again!"

Mu Shan's third hammer came down with more force, as if he wanted to break a mountain.

"Pfft!" Zhao Su vomited blood.

"Hahaha, refreshing, so refreshing, let's come again!" Mu Shan, you became more and more courageous as you fought, and your momentum became stronger and stronger. The hammer in his hand had the momentum to open up the world.

"boom!"

The power of the fourth hammer seemed to be the fusion of the three hammers in front. Zhao Su couldn't hold back anymore. The whole man and the weapon in his hand were blasted three meters away. In a coma, the blood is constantly flowing.

"Didn't Master Dao say that this person's martial arts has half-stepped into the realm of Yuangang?" Lei Hu in the formation looked at this scene, a little surprised: "Why can't Da Master not stop five rounds!"

"He is courting death by himself!" Zhou Cang's martial arts are only inferior to Mu Shan's, and his eyesight is natural: "He is actually competing with Mu Shuai, not courting death, even people of the same level dare not compete with Mu Shuai. Xiong Zhili is stronger than others, besides, Mu Shuai’s hammering method is famous, it’s like forging iron, the power of one hammer and one hammer is superimposed, but this hammering method also puts a lot of load on the body, I guess Marshal Mu can't hit the ten hammers himself, he's just taking the lead!"

"I see!"

Lei Hu suddenly understood, looking at Mu Shan's back, he became more and more admired.

"Shuai Zhao?"

"Hurry up and save people!"

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army suddenly panicked, and one by one the guards rushed to rescue them, but they couldn't stop Mu Shan's majestic hammer, and more than a dozen soldiers were smashed to death.

"Archers, cover with archery, the rest follow me to rescue Zhao Shuai!"

At this time, Ye Zhen was also killed. Seeing this situation, he hurriedly saved people without saying a word, and shot a round of bows and arrows at Mushan.

"You came so fast, I spare your life today. Although you didn't block my ten moves, I still admire you. I will tell you my name. My name is Mushan, Nanyang Mushan!" The incoming bow and arrow turned around and retreated into the Iron Shield formation.

"Mu... mountain?"

Zhao Su passed out.

Ye Zhen looked at the situation on the battlefield, it was too chaotic, the rain kept falling, yellow scarf soldiers fell one by one, corpses were scattered all over the field, but there was a large iron shield battalion standing, they had no way to start.

"kill!"

"Kill in!"

"Stop!"

"The iron shield of the second song is broken, and the successor behind must block it!"

The battlefield was like a Shura field, soldiers fell constantly, but this iron battalion remained standing.

"Withdraw first!" Ye Zhen judged the situation and ordered the withdrawal of troops.

"withdraw!"

"withdraw!"

The Yellow Turban Army had lost their faith in fighting, especially when even a fierce general like Zhao Su couldn't stop the enemy's chief general for ten rounds, and their morale dropped one by one. When they heard the troops were withdrawing, they immediately withdrew from the battlefield without saying a word.

"They withdrew!"

In the iron camp, all the generals looked at each other, their expressions could not conceal their joy.

(End of this chapter)