A Weird Theater That Started In London

Chapter 287

"Whoever escapes will be killed immediately!"

The leader of the team charged first, and the superintendent team immediately rushed forward. The Han army infantry had no choice but to climb up the ladder screaming, stimulated by the heavy reward.

"crossbow!"

"see!"

Under the protection of the shield formation, Zhang Shi, who was in charge of the delay, either drew the bowstring or buckled the hanging knife, and shot arrows as dense as locusts.

At this moment, Wang Bin raised his head, raised his round shield with one hand, supported the wooden ladder with the other, and quickly climbed up. Without any surprise, a stone weighing a thousand catties appeared in front of his eyes, and the person who lifted it above his head The yellow turban wrestler let out a grin.

To be frank, Wang Bin, the leader of the team, had already prepared himself for watching his familiar brothers fall one after another during the journey, and felt that there was nothing wrong with his death——

Being crushed to death by a log or a boulder is ten thousand times better than being injured by golden juice. That thing is boiled dung water. After pouring it on the body, although it will not die immediately, the wound will continue to fester, and the medicine stone is difficult to heal.

"Die, traitor!"

With a roar, the boulder fell down.

Immediately afterwards, a series of muffled sounds came from the ladder.

Before the wounded soldier got up, several barrels of smoking golden juice appeared beside the wall again. Wang Bin, who was coughing up blood, turned pale in an instant.

Hissing and lung-piercing screams resounded over the city corner.

"Worthy of being a Yellow Turban thief, he actually used some unsightly tricks."

Lu Li pulled out the hatchet that was stuck on his back armor. His temple was throbbing with pain. He was not uninjured. In fact, when he fought Pei Yuanshao to the death, he was almost cut in half. But this time it was different. This yellow turban general actually quenched poison on his weapon.

The black and red blood traces extended from the shoulder blade to the left rib. No matter how strong the healing ability is, it is still useless. It seems that there are small bugs wriggling and gnawing wantonly in the wound.

"What's next?" Han Xian stroked the back of the knife, his eyes fixed on Lu Li: "Thousands of brothers who died fighting for Huang Tian, ​​who should be blamed?"

When the words fell, he raised his knife and shouted:

"Beheading a thief will save millions of people in the world!"

"kill!"

Before Lu Li could answer, Han Xian ordered his old soldiers to attack, but he watched coldly, waiting for the final blow.

"Rumble..."

The sound of trampling horseshoes suddenly became louder, and the yellow turban iron cavalry, whose breath seemed to be connected as one, came over.

"Protect the general."

Afterwards, arrows flew across the sky, and more than two hundred wolf riders rushed forward bravely holding the flag.

The two streams of iron collided, screams rang out, flesh and blood flew everywhere, while Lu Li held a long knife in one hand, and used the charge of the black-maned horse to strike forward, killing several people in a row while swinging.

Seeing this, a yellow-turban warrior with the strength to lift a tripod rushed forward with red eyes, but when he reined in his horse, Lu Li met him with a sword. Ten people were beheaded by horses.

Unfortunately, these are just a drop in the bucket.

"Kill the little thief and make great achievements!"

A group of yellow scarf veterans bravely filled in, shouting various slogans.

So far, Lu Li has no idea what the enemy general is planning.

"Death!" He yelled violently, slashed and killed the group of noisy miscellaneous soldiers in front of him with a knife in one hand, and then turned his head to glance at Han Xian.

I saw behind this guy, the iron cavalry rushed to be the first, the number of people was so large that there was no end in sight,

Sensing that Lu Li was sizing him up, Han Xian showed a grin on his face, like a jackal hiding in the dark, gnashing its teeth and sucking blood.

At the same time, there were fewer and fewer wolf knights guarding Lu Li's side, and only empty horses followed him in the chaotic army.

"Kill the little thief!"

Just as he was remorseful, a roar came from the front side.

Surrounded heavily, and being called a thief by thousands of people, Lu Li was furious, turned around, raised his knife and swung forward, "Follow me to kill!"

Without hesitation, the few sharp men around rushed out one after another. After a while, there were the sounds of weapons colliding and screams.

Among the rebellious army, a flag with the word "Yang" was particularly eye-catching, and even Han Xian, who had been keeping a close eye on Lu Li, couldn't help but look distractedly:

Damn it!

Wasn't Yang Feng transferred to stabilize the westernmost camp?

I saw a solid-looking man standing in front of the banner, with a knife in his hand, and a dozen sharp soldiers who went to block the way were all killed. It was unstoppable!

"General, let's go!"

Afterwards, more knights rushed over and blocked them with their bodies, completely disregarding life and death.

This is Yang Feng, the Yellow Turban general who was in charge of guarding the flanks, but since the old soldiers came to support from the Chinese army camp in batches, Guo Qushuai ordered him to gather up the defense line to stabilize the westernmost side, so as not to lose the city wall. How can he resist the order now? Killed back?

"Hurry up and inform the master, the situation has changed, and there may be something serious wrong with the westernmost side of the flank."

In fact, there was no need for an orderly to deliver the military report. Guo Tai, who was surrounded by all the generals and supervised the battle standing on a high platform, had already noticed this scene, and his face changed suddenly——

But it wasn't because Yang Feng didn't obey orders, but because Lu Li took advantage of Han Siam's distraction, put the long knife under his arm, quickly took out two yellow talismans from behind his armor, and stuffed them into his mouth!

The last stock was drawn by the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao before his death. The moment he swallowed it, a warm current rushed to the limbs and bones.

Even though Lu Li hadn't pasted it on the wound, he could still feel the wound behind him was healing rapidly, and unknown things were squeezed out piece by piece.

The guards who stayed behind and were in charge of guarding the military flag could see more clearly. The khaki-yellow shimmer shrouded around the wound, which persisted for a long time. Visible speed healing.

"The thief confers the head!"

Yang Feng didn't care about these things, he charged forward with his knife in hand, no one could stop him along the way, and within a short while, he was heading straight for Lu Li.

[Today, I will die decisively. I wish to fight quickly for the kings, and I will win three times. I will break the siege for the kings, cut off the generals, and mow the flags, so that the kings will know that the sky kills me, and it is not a crime of war.]

In this situation, Lu Li suddenly thought of Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu. Now, he was also surrounded by the army, and there were sounds of fighting in all directions, and he didn't know where to run. Not much.

But the difference is that Lu Li didn't attribute the reason to destiny. He noticed that there was a weak spot, and ordered, "Don't worry about me. Protect the army flag and break out from the southeast side. There will be infantry there to respond."

As for the words of self-blame, it is useless to say them.

Almost at the same time, Han Xian rushed forward, not talking about martial arts at all, and wanted to besiege Lu Li together with General Yang Feng.

The battle of Hulao Pass has not yet started, so you are going to die here today?

At this moment, there was a loud sound of horseshoes on the west side!

Seeing the dust flying, the wolf rider raised his eyes and saw a large piece of red light coming straight up, with a gust of wind and sand that stings his cheeks.

Reinforcements are coming? !

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