Call of the Other World: Rebuilding the Glory of Zhenbei

Chapter 83 The collision of blood and fire

"General Ye!"

After seeing this situation, the generals under Li Jing all stared with their eyes wide open and shouted angrily.

Just like Pan Huan killed Ye Wushang, the other great generals in the Yellow Turban Army were not there to sit there and do nothing, and they would naturally entangle their enemies.

Seeing Pan Huan so bravely and forcefully killing the enemy general Ye Wushang, the Yellow Turban warriors in Zhu Yong's army were all in high spirits. They shouted loudly with fierceness in their eyes.

"Brothers, remember! The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established. Those who kill the enemy will be rewarded with one ounce of silver, and those who kill the general will be rewarded with one hundred ounces of gold! Merit is earned through hard work. Brothers, if you kill one more person today, who will get the gold and who will get the silver tomorrow? Who can tell?"

"Kill now!"

"kill!!!"

Seeing that the morale was high at this time, Zhu Yong gave a loud shout, swung the tiger-headed golden spear in his hand, and then took the lead, personally leading the Yellow Turban Army under his command to charge forward.

Li Jing, who was standing in front, took a deep breath, raised the sword in his hand high, and let out a long roar towards the sky.

"Kill the thieves for the country, today!"

Li Jing waved the sword in his hand and led the charge out. The officers and soldiers of the Great Xia Army and countless soldiers behind him moved at the sound and rushed forward like a red tide, rushing out in droves!

They all had murderous expressions, raised their spears, oars and shields, and quickly formed arrays like solid barriers. The swordmen and axemen from the teams behind them all followed. The clanging sounds of their armor became louder and louder, and sounded particularly orderly.

"Kill! Kill, kill..." Following the orders from Zhu Yong and Li Jing, the entire battlefield became noisy.

From time to time, I could hear the shouts and screams coming from the battlefield, but this was just the beginning!
This is the initial collision!

Soon, a more bloody and brutal fight began!

A deafening cry of killing instantly filled the entire world.

"call out--------"

With a loud shout, a long shriek was heard again in the army formation, the piercing shriek almost pierced everyone's eardrums.

As the horn sounded, teams of Yellow Turban sabermen, trained by many Yellow Turban warriors, passed by the spearmen and quickly formed into a battle array. The blades in their hands rose and fell, just like cutting wheat, wantonly reaping lives. The uniform battle array began to surge forward, leaving fragments of limbs and sticky blood everywhere they passed.
These Yellow Turban troops were all trained by Zhu Yong.

Being able to train a group of bandits to this level shows the ability of General Zhu Yong.

"Good luck to the world!"

The Yellow Turban officers beside him shouted in unison.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The comrades beside him shouted loudly and moved forward shoulder to shoulder.

Under Zhu Yong's command, everything moved as smoothly as if it were an arm's own finger and the actions were orderly.

They held up their weapons high, shouted slogans that shook the sky, and their momentum was as strong as a rainbow.

The look in his eyes did not reveal the dullness that the Yellow Turban soldiers had before, but excitement. Yes, the excitement of longing for war.

These Yellow Turban soldiers under Zhu Yong's command were different from the other old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers.

They are among the most elite and combat-effective members of the Yellow Turban Army.

Not only is he physically strong, he is also skilled in martial arts.

More importantly, they have firm beliefs and high morale.

This makes them useful on the battlefield, both offensively and defensively.

They can all exert extremely strong combat effectiveness.

Their steps were in unison, and their momentum was like a rainbow, as if they were going to devour all the enemies that stood in their way. On the opposite side, the Daxia army was led by Li Jing, the Lieutenant General of Daxia.

Although the number of people is not small compared to the Yellow Turbans.

Moreover, the overall quality of the soldiers is even better than that of the Yellow Turban Army.

But the generals can’t keep up!

Our own general has just been killed, there is no way to make up for him, there is no way at all!
The heavenly and top-notch levels are simply not enough to kill the opponent's god general!

At this moment, Li Jing's brows were furrowed, and he obviously felt the current situation was difficult.

"kill!!!"

The Daxia soldiers in front all roared and rushed forward.

The distance of just over ten steps passed in a flash, and the two sides came into close combat!

"Puff puff!"

The sounds of halberds and spears biting into flesh and swords and knives biting into bones rang out one after another.

Every collision and every swing was accompanied by splattering of blood and flesh and the loss of life.

At this time on the battle line, soldiers from both sides fought back and forth in a desperate fight.

Under Zhu Yong's personal command, the offensive of the Yellow Turban army became more and more fierce, rushing towards the local army's defense line like waves, one higher than the other.

Under his watch, the Great Xia army's lines were repeatedly lost under the Yellow Turban Army's frenzied offensive, and the situation became precarious.

Following his orders, the Yellow Turban army adopted a wave-like attack method, one wave after another, as continuous as the waves of the sea, making Li Jing's army overwhelmed.

The Yellow Turban Army, wearing yellow turbans, launched charges again and again and were repelled again and again, but each charge brought a heavy blow to the Daxia army.

They were like an unstoppable torrent, breaking through the first line of defense of the Daxia army in an instant.

Soon, the Yellow Turban Army surrounded the Great Xia army, and fierce fighting broke out everywhere.

The left-wing army faced the left-wing army, the right-wing army faced the right-wing army, the cavalry faced the cavalry, there was no fancy moves, just the simplest and most brutal confrontation.

At this time, the Daxia army was like an indestructible cockroach, fighting tenaciously on the battlefield.

Even though the Yellow Turban Army's ring-handled swords chopped their own flesh and blood, they did not frown, but instead chose to exchange their lives for others'. Even if they died, they would take someone else with them.

Even if they were stabbed in the chest or abdomen by spears, they held the spear shafts tightly to prevent the Yellow Turban rebels from pulling them out, and took advantage of the Yellow Turban rebels' moment of distraction to slash them with their swords.

At the front line, the generals of the Daxia army tried to organize an effective resistance, but their efforts were in vain.

A general of the Daxia army shouted loudly in the military formation and killed several fleeing soldiers in succession, but he still couldn't stop the retreat.

Under the absolute military crush of the Yellow Turban Army generals such as Pan Huan, Yali, Zaochi, Jiuying, Zhang Chong, and Zhang Ming, they were simply unable to stop the Yellow Turban Army's pace.

Although the soldiers of the Daxia army fought bravely, they seemed to be somewhat overwhelmed by the fierce offensive of the Yellow Turban Army.

Even General Li Jing and others were surrounded and faced the surging enemy alone.

His eyes revealed a crazy fighting spirit, and he wielded the magic weapon in his hand tightly, with each swing carrying the force of thunder.

Pan Huan, the ugly-faced Tai Sui who was charging at the front of the cavalry formation, had already rushed to the close range of several captains of the Great Xia army. The Devil Weeping Flaming Halberd in his hand stretched out like lightning, and with a dull thud, the sharp tip of the halberd had already pierced into the throat of a captain who had not yet had time to raise his weapon.

Enemy cavalrymen were roaring and charging at them from the side, but Pan Huan didn't even look at them. He drew out his magic halberd and swung it. With a loud "clang", the force of the axe that was chopping down at him was completely neutralized. The halberd tip mixed with blood was like a living thing, it whistled and stepped out, piercing the cavalry general's face!

It was afternoon at this moment, the sun was setting slowly in the west, and patches of afterglow were pouring down on the earth. The sunlight and blood mixed together, and the earth was blood red!
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