"Range troops and line up." Zhang He shouted, exuding a kind of demeanor from Zhang He. The originally panicked local warriors gradually calmed down.

Although the formation was a bit slow, the army formation was still arranged at a stable speed.

"Military Way--There is no difference between reality and reality."

"Drink! Drink!"

Five thousand local brave men were stacked with the shouts of killing, and in a trance turned into countless phantoms, and the number suddenly doubled.

"witchcraft."

“There is an ambush.”

The civilians who had never seen the military path in the Yellow Turban Army exclaimed.

Yang Feng knew that this was a military power, and a trace of haze flashed between his eyebrows. This group of people was not like the soft persimmons he had imagined, but so what? Even if you pile up your lives, you will be destroyed. Anyway, the lives of these civilians are not worth much. If you die, you will be attracted and bewitched.

"This is just an illusion, don't be bewitched." Yang Feng said sternly, "The whole army follows me."

Yang Feng took the lead in killing Fang Mu under the cover of dozens of cavalry.

"Who would like to take out the battle to kill this Yang Feng?" Fang Mu asked.

"I'll deal with him!" Yang Zaixing said excitedly.

"I..." Gao Chong was just a beat slower.

"Gao Chong is on the battlefield for the first time, and it's just right to see your strength. Let Gao Chong be on the side." Fang Mu said to Yang Zaixing.

Although Yang Zaixing was disappointed, he did not refuse. "Okay, Gao Chong, you need to solve him quickly. If you can't solve it, I will come out to help you."

Gao Chong, who was not good at speaking, nodded.

He immediately carried a large gun as thick as a sea bowl to strike out.

Looking at Gao Chong's extremely thick gun, Yang Zaixing said, "Gao Chong's gun is a bit thick. Is he not using this kind of gun?"

Gao Chong's big gun is different from that of ordinary people. The muzzle is as thick as a sea bowl and is two feet long.

A normal person can't hold such a thick gun bar in one hand.

Only Gao Chong's palm is much larger than that of ordinary people.

This is also his talent, and Gao Chong's way of using a gun is different from that of a general gun. He has his own style in both the way and the method of using a gun.

"His gun is... strange." Zhang Xian said.

Many people present used guns, including Zhang He, Yang Zaixing, Gao Chong, Zhang Xian and Fang Mu, all of them were guns. Of course, the weapon that was most frequently used on the battlefield was guns.

"His gun seems to be a mace," Fang Mu said.

Gao Chong held a gun in front of the two armies. His posture of holding the gun was slightly strange. His body was low and his palm was facing upward. The gun was dragged by his right hand and tickling.

"open!"

Gao Chong shouted loudly.

The big gun was thrown out by him like a siege that hit the city.

[Gao Chong's current force value is 95, Thunder +4, morale increases high +4, current force value is 103]

Yang Feng heard the sound of the wind and his pupils contracted. This shot was so heavy.

Damn, why does a gun give him the illusion of breaking mountains and cracking stones!

Damn it, is this an illusion?

My knife is no weaker than your gun.

Yang Feng held a knife in his hands to protect his chest. The main reason was that Gao Chong's gun was too long. Even if he wanted to fight for his life, he could not hit Gao Chong at all. So he could only defend this move, "Get it up!!!" Yang Feng's face was grim and his teeth were tightly clenched.

Clam!!!

The big gun hit the side of the long sword, and the violent huge force was like a fierce beast swaying its huge tail and sweeping across the mountains.

The violent divine power penetrated Yang Feng's eight strange meridians, and his chest sank as if a huge rock was pressed on.

"ah!!!"

Yang Feng was shot and flew directly from the horse's back.

The whole person was dragging a big knife and flew backwards.

Gao Chong drove his horse and held the gun and galloped all the way. Yang Feng, who was holding a big knife, flew more than ten meters along the inertia, and was thrown away by Gao Chong. He fell to the ground and rolled over and got up. Yang Feng still had a mess of dust on his face.

As soon as he stood up, he saw a big gun in front of him constantly magnifying, filling all his sight the next moment.

Yang Feng's head was poked.

The splash of blood stained Gao Chong's face, and this simple and simple rural boy added a bit of hideousness.

"Roar~" Gao Chong let out an uncontrollable roar in his throat.

The feeling of blood staining for the first time made him excited and manic.

[Hao Chong morale continues to be high, with force value +4, current force value 107]

The dark energy covered Gao Chong's whole body, and the ferocious and dark energy seemed to make him look like he was possessed by a demon.

The Yellow Turban Army was killed by Gao Chong alone.

After reaching the end, he returned with a gun.

After repeated killing several times, the morale of the 30,000 Yellow Turban Army completely collapsed.

"Kill." Zhang He ordered decisively.

It is difficult for the newly recruited rural heroes to fight tough battles, but it is still very simple to get them to fight with the wind. Whether they lose or win in a row, they can help an army gather their military spirits faster.

A winning streak can make an army highly motivated, and can gather the morale of the army in war, thus turning it into the soul of the army.

Of course, if you lose continuously, you can quickly condense the military spirit, because the defeat itself is a layer of screening. Only strong soldiers can survive from cruel defeats, even if a group of waste survives from consecutive defeats, they will be elites in the end.

But the elimination rate of this method is very high...it is an elite who has been piled up with countless lives.

etc......

What did Fang Mu think of?

Zhang Jiao knew that many Yellow Turban Army had elderly, young, women and children, but he still asked these people to go to the battlefield. Could it be that this was to train a Yellow Turban elite in the shortest time?

The Yellow Turban Army was dispersed, and Zhang He did not order to hold back. These people were destined to their fate since they joined the Yellow Turban Army.

An hour later, the encounter ended, and corpses were floating everywhere. Many villagers squatted on the ground and vomited with blue faces.

The brave men who went to the countryside just now had briefly forgotten their fear under Zhang He's command. Now that Zhang He has withdrawn his control, the brave men and women saw corpses everywhere and many people were so disgusted that they squatted on the ground and vomited.

"Lord, how do some prisoners deal with them?" Zhang He asked.

Two or three thousand prisoners were squatting on the edge of the battlefield. The weapons and armor of these prisoners were taken off and all knelt on the ground.

Fang Mu walked over and came to the Yellow Turban soldier closest to him. This was a woman. She knelt on the ground and shivered. She could not see how arrogant she was holding a sickle an hour ago.

"You are willing to surrender." Fang Mu asked.

A trace of confusion flashed in the woman's eyes. She seemed to be a little moved, but then she suddenly muttered to herself, "Great Master, Great Master..."

As the woman murmured, other nearby Yellow Turban soldiers also murmured, and their voices were in a tendency to be fanatical.

Fang Mu frowned and said decisively: "Kill them all!"

These Yellow Turban surrendered soldiers could not be subdued, at least before Zhang Jiao died. Fang Mu did not have the energy to lead them south, leaving a group of time bombs by his side. If they were to let them go, they would let the tiger go back to the mountain. They would not hold back to others just because they let them go. Perhaps they were soft-hearted for a while, and these people would be the culprits in the future to break Wuji County.

This Taiping Dao is indeed evil, and this is really brainwashing.

Under Zhang He's command, the local tyrants concentrated on cleaning up these surrendered soldiers.

Listening to the begging for mercy and the shouts of killing, Fang Mu turned his head.

Looking towards Guangzong, Fang Mu looked deep and chewed a name repeatedly in his mouth.
Chapter completed!