A Weird Theater That Started In London Chapter 80

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"Escapers will not be pardoned!"

The head of the team charged first, followed by the supervising team. The Han soldiers had no choice but to scream and climb up the ladder under the stimulation of the reward.

"crossbow!"

"see!"

Under the protection of the shield formation, Jian Zhang Shi, who was in charge of the postponement, either drew the bowstring or buckled the hanging knife, shooting out locust-like arrows.

At this moment, Wang Bin raised his head, raised his buckler with one hand, and leaned on the wooden ladder with the other, and climbed up quickly. Without the slightest accident, a stone weighing a thousand jin appeared in front of him and raised it above his head. The yellow-turbaned man made a smirk.

Frankly speaking, along the way, watching the familiar brothers fall down one by one, Wang Bin, as the leader of the team, had already prepared in his heart, and felt that there was nothing wrong with his death——

It is tens of thousands of times better to be killed by a rolling log or a boulder than being injured by gold 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 will be difficult to treat.

"Die, Han thief!"

With a roar, the boulder fell.

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

Before the wounded soldiers got up, several barrels of smoking gold juice appeared beside the wall again. Wang Bin, who was coughing up blood, turned pale when he saw it.

The screams of hissing lungs resounded over the city corner.

"As expected of the Yellow Turban thief, he used some tricks that were not on the table."

Lu Li pulled out the hatchet stuck on his carapace, his temples were twitching with pain. It was not uninjured. In fact, he was almost cut in two during the death fight with Pei Yuanshao, but this time was different. The yellow turban general actually quenched poison on his weapon.

The blood traces of black and red extend from the shoulder blades to the left ribs. Even if the healing ability is strong, it is still useless. It seems that there are small insects squirming and gnawing in the wound.

"Are you going to do it?" Han Xian stroked the back of the knife and stared at Lu Li: "Thousands of brothers who died in battle for Huang Tian, ​​who should be counted?"

When the words fell, Yang Dao shouted:

"Slash the thief, one person will win and save millions of people in the world!"

"kill!"

Before Lu Li could answer, Han Xian ordered his subordinates to come forward and besiege, but he watched coldly, waiting for the final blow.

"Rumble..."

The sound of horseshoe trampling suddenly became louder, and the aura seemed as if a yellow turban iron cavalry was coming over.

"Protect the general."

Afterwards, arrows flew across the air, and more than two hundred wolves rushed forward bravely, guarding the flags.

The two iron currents collided, screams screamed, and flesh and blood flew across, while Lu Li held a long knife in one hand, and with the help of the black mane horse, he slew forwards, killing several people in a row between waving them.

Upon seeing this, a yellow-turbaned warrior who was capable of lifting a cauldron charged over with red eyes. However, when he reined his horse, Lu Li hit his face with a stab. Under the blessing of the battle spirit, weapons and armors could not be blocked at all. Ten people slashed under the horse.

Unfortunately, these are just a drop in the bucket.

"Kill the little thief, make great achievements!"

A group of veteran yellow turban soldiers filled it up without fear of death, chanting various slogans.

By now, Lu Li didn't know what the enemy would be making.

"Dead!" He yelled violently, and slashed the noisy group of soldiers in front of him with a knife in one hand. Then, he turned his head and glanced at Han Xian.

Behind this guy, the iron knights are vying for the first place, and there are too many people to see the end.

Perceiving that Lu Li was looking at himself, Han Xian showed a grin on his face, like a jackal hiding in the dark, grinning his teeth and sucking blood.

At the same time, the number of wolf knights guarding Lu Li's left and right sides became fewer and fewer, and only an empty horse followed him in the chaos.

"Kill the thief!"

Just as he regretted, a roar came from the front.

Surrounded slowly, he was scolded by thousands as a little thief. Lu Li was furious, turned around, raised his knife and waved forward, "Kill with me!"

The few sharp soldiers around him rushed out one after another without hesitation. After a short while, there were clashes and screams of soldiers.

In the chaos army, a "Yang" banner was particularly eye-catching, and even Han Xian, who had been keeping an eye on Lu Li, couldn't help but look distracted:

Damn it!

Hasn't Yang Feng been transferred to stabilize the westernmost camp?

I saw a straight-faced man standing in front of the banner, with the sword in his hand, and dozens of sharp men who went to block the road were killed, unstoppable!

"General, go!"

Afterwards, more knights rushed over, blocking them with horses and horses, ignoring life and death.

This was Yang Feng, the Yellow Turban general who was originally responsible for guarding the flanks, but since the old soldiers came to support from the Chinese army camp in batches, Guo Qushuai ordered him to close the defense line and stabilize the westernmost side to prevent the wall from falling. Killed back?

"Quickly notify the master that the situation has changed, and I am afraid that something has gone wrong at the westernmost end of the flank."

In fact, there was no need to send the soldiers to pass the military report. The generals surrounded Guo Tai, who was standing on the high platform to supervise the battle, had noticed this scene, and his expression changed suddenly--

But it wasn't because Yang Feng didn't listen to the order, but Lu Li took advantage of Han Xian's distraction, clamped the long knife under his arm, quickly took out two yellow symbols from the back of the armour and stuffed it into his mouth!

The last inventory was painted by the great wise teacher Zhang Jiao himself during his lifetime. The moment he swallowed, a warm current rushed to the limbs.

Even if Lu Li hadn't put it on the wound, he could still feel that the wound was healing quickly behind him, and pieces of unknown things were squeezed out.

The guards who stayed behind and were in charge of guarding the military flag could see more clearly. The ocher shimmer enveloped the wounds and persisted for a long time. The black scabs ruptured and the granulation squirmed frantically. Although the wounds were still grim, they were looking at the naked eye. Visible speed of healing.

"The thief gives the first!"

No matter where Yang Feng took care of this, he rushed over with his knife, no one could stop him along the way, and after a short period of time, he went straight to Lu Li's front.

[Today is determined to die, I am willing to fight quickly for all the monarchs, we must win three times, for the monarchs to break, cut the generals, slay the flag, so that the kings know that I will die in the sky, and it is not the sin of war]

In this situation, Lu Li suddenly thought of Xiang Yu, the overlord of the Western Chu. Now, he is also surrounded by the army, and there are fighting sounds in all directions, and he does not know where to run, but the sharp guards around him have repeatedly blocked the enemy and resisted~www.mtlnovel .com~ there is not much left.

But the difference was that Lu Li didn't attribute the cause to the fate. He noticed that there was a fate, and ordered: "You don't care about me, guarding the flag to break through from the southeast side, there are pawns to respond."

As for self-blame, it is useless to say it.

Almost at the same time, Han Xian rushed up with his horse, not talking about martial ethics at all, and wanted to besiege Lu Li with the general Yang Feng as a horn.

The battle of Hulao Pass has not yet begun, but today is he going to die here?

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

Seeing the dust flying, the wolf rider looked up, and a large red light poured straight in, with a wind and sand stinging his cheeks.

Reinforcements are coming? !

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