Jimei Lu of the Three Kingdoms

Lin Feng laughed, and pointed his big ax at the stretch of ten-mile camps in front of him: "Don't worry, big brother, I don't really care about these local chickens and dogs in front of me. Today, you and my brother will repeat the bloody battle on the grassland. We must let the yellow scarf thieves In the future, when the party hears the name of falling into the camp, it will tremble and retreat."

Everyone in the camp is a survivor of the bloody battle in the grassland. They have seen Lin Feng's wildness and strength on the battlefield with their own eyes, and know that their leader has not boasted. Immediately entered the siege, showing the prestige of being trapped in the camp.

Seeing that the morale was available, Lin Feng hugged Yan'er in front of him, tied the two of them together gently with a silk cord, leaned into Yan'er's ear and whispered: "Don't be afraid, if you can't do it, just close your eyes for a while, soon That's it."

Yan'er raised her pretty face, looked at Lin Feng from bottom to top, smiled sweetly, and said softly, "Yan'er is not afraid, because Yan'er knows that for Yan'er, Brother Lin's arms are the safest in the world. The place."

Lin Feng looked up to the sky and laughed, urged his horse to swing his axe, and shouted: "Follow me to kill the enemy!" He slapped his horse and swung his axe, and went straight into the enemy camp.

The soldiers guarding the camp gate of the Yellow Turban Army had just seen Lin Feng's horse's head, before they shouted for warning, a sharp arrow from Huang Zhong sent them one by one into the underworld like a command from hell.

Before arriving at the gate of the camp, Lin Feng raised his big ax up high, shouted wildly, smashed the gate of the camp to pieces, and galloped his horse into the camp.

Once he entered the camp, Lin Feng soon fell into a tight siege, and the yellow turban soldiers who woke up rushed from all sides as if they had stabbed a hornet's nest, so densely packed that they couldn't see the edge.

Seeing more and more enemies in front of him, Lin Feng grinned grimly, and said softly to Yan'er in his arms: "Yan'er, remember to show my husband the way."

After finishing speaking, ignoring Yan'er's shy and angry eyes, and roared: "Whirlwind kill!"

Lin Feng insisted on holding Yan'er in his arms, one is for Yan'er's safety, and the other is for Yan'er to guide him in the melee.

Whirlwind Kill is powerful, but the biggest disadvantage is that once Lin Feng casts it, his IQ will drop for a short time. At this time, Lin Feng only knows how to kill the enemy continuously, but he doesn't care which direction he is going.

This didn't matter during the bloody battle in the grassland. Anyway, it didn't matter which direction they came from.

But it's not good at the Qingshui River, Lin Feng has to break through the siege and join the Zhen family army in the center. If there is no Yan'er to guide the way, Lin Feng is afraid that he will kill a circular route, and when the skill is over, he will fight back to the periphery.

Lin Feng in front of him was like a whirlwind, twisting a passage paved with flesh and blood.

The light of Huang Zhong's sword on the left blurred the years, like a god walking in the world, any enemy who stood in front of him would not be able to survive three or two breaths.

Liao Hua's silver spear on the right flickered, dancing up and down, and flying left and right, just like the dragon in the sea, pushing the boundless stormy waves and destroying all obstacles in front of him, making it unstoppable.

In the palm of Gao Shun at the back of the hall was a big fine steel lance, dancing like the wind, like a fierce tiger scouting mountains, with sharp teeth and sharp claws. Some people dare to catch up and die.

The soldiers trapped in the camp screamed loudly one by one, keeping in mind Gao Shun's guidance these days, and kept stabbing forward with the sharp knife in their hands. : Soldiers trapped in the camp are never wounded in the back.

This means that as long as the trapped camp charges up, there is no possibility of retreating. Death is like holding the enemy's blade with its chest. No one can kill soldiers trapped in the camp from behind, because they will never turn back. .

Although the Yellow Turban Army had a large number of people, they had never encountered such a fierce opponent on the battlefield. They were killed for a while, so that their parents cried and cried, and they couldn't tell the difference between the east, the west, and the north, and they were in a mess.

Under the guidance of Yan'er, Lin Feng kept rushing forward. The big axe had already drunk a lot of blood. Seeing that the Yellow Turban camp had been broken through half.

dong dong dong dong!

Amidst the skyrocketing cannons, a general stood on Lin Feng's way forward. He was tall and burly, with a yellow scarf on his top and no helmet. He had a wide mouth and grinning cheeks. He yelled strangely at Lin Feng.

This knife of his is quite big, not to mention the handle, the blade alone is two feet long and nearly one foot wide, the back of the knife is almost half a foot thick, and the blade is as thin as paper. Forty or fifty catties in weight.Not to mention cutting a person with this knife, even if it is put on a person, it can cut a person in half on the spot.

Lin Feng was still in the process of using the Whirlwind Kill skill at this time, and his mind was not particularly clear. Seeing someone blocking the way ahead, he swung his ax without thinking about it.

The general on the opposite side didn't expect Lin Feng to hit him when he came up, omitting even his first and last name, and hurriedly closed the door with a big knife and sent out a letter.

Lang Lang!

After a loud noise, Lin Feng backed up a few steps for the first time since entering the formation, and looked forward with red eyes.

The Yellow Turban general was obviously inferior to Lin Feng in terms of strength. After a round of fighting, he was shocked by Lin Feng's big axe and made him retreat more than a dozen steps. His arms kept trembling, and he was so shocked that the hot sweat from his nose and temples immediately fell down.

After being stopped, Lin Feng's mind became a little clearer. It was right to think about it. His intelligence was only reduced by 7 points. There may be cases where he is not used to it temporarily, but it is impossible to become stupid all the time.

Every time I cast Whirlwind Kill, my mind will go numb. The most likely reason is that the skill belongs to a barbarian who never uses his brain. Naturally, his mind will go blank when he fights, not because of the decrease in intelligence.

Lin Feng reined in his horse and stopped, pointing his ax at the opposite general and shouting, "Who are you, that you can block a certain family's axe?"

Chapter 049

The general on the opposite side crossed his sword, tried his best to stabilize his figure on the horse and replied: "General Ren Gong is here before the general Guan Hai, here comes the general to die by name."

Lin Feng blinked, and looked towards the other side in astonishment.

Unexpectedly, the strange-looking guy in front of him was Guan Hai, the famous Yellow Turban Army.

Guan Hai didn't make many appearances in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but he was amazing. He could be called the number one general in the Yellow Turban Army. He met Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang on the battlefield. After dozens of rounds of fighting between the two, Guan Hai was beheaded by Guan Yu's horse.

Although Guan Hai was eventually killed by Guan Yu, he was one of the few generals in the novel who could fight Guan Yu for dozens of rounds.Ordinary people have always been killed by a single blow in front of Guan Yu's horse. Guan Hai's ability to resist Guan Yu for dozens of rounds is enough to show his extraordinary force.

Knowing that the person in front of him was Guan Hai, Lin Feng hesitated.

It is not very sure to go forward to fight and win, at least it is impossible to win Guan Hai in a short time.

Charging into the battle requires one effort, and there must be no pause in the middle. If you stay in the enemy's line for too long, the general may be able to support it for a while with the strength of force, and all the soldiers must be killed in battle.

But with Guan Hai's posture, it is not very likely that he wants to get rid of him, and Guan Hai is not a vegetarian, just by looking at the appearance of the big knife in his hand, he knows that this person is not easy to mess with.

Lin Feng was hesitating here, while Guan Hai was also beating drums in his heart.

The young general with the ax on the opposite side is too scary. Guan Hai can be regarded as a battle-hardened man. Since he followed the general Rengong in the uprising, he has fought hundreds of battles with the army. No one has ever given him such Seeing Lin Feng holding an ax immediately, even though he was holding someone in his arms, he was still full of murderous aura, Guan Hai didn't dare to rush forward to do it for a while.

Maybe it was because the truce here was too long, Huang Zhong urged his horse to kill from the left, came to Lin Feng with a knife in his hand, and asked in a little surprise: "Little brother, why did you stop advancing? Who is the general on the opposite side? Is he blocking your progress?"

"It's okay, brother, let's see how my younger brother will capture the flag."

After being asked a few words by Huang Zhonglian, Lin Feng's face became a little hot, and he pointed the big ax forward, urging his horse to kill Guan Hai.

Huang Zhong saw that Guan Hai on the opposite side was not easy to deal with, otherwise Lin Feng would not have stopped fighting, so he stretched out his hand to stop Lin Feng, looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "Come and charge, and leave the general and capture the flag to the elder brother."

After finishing speaking, Huang Zhong urged his horse, swung his knife and took Guan Hai straight.

Seeing that Lin Feng was not going to fight, Guan Hai felt relieved, and greeted Huang Zhong with a knife, and shouted at Lin Feng: "Grandpa Guan slaughtered this little boy first, and I will take your head later."

After fighting Huang Zhong, the regret in Guan Hai's heart was like summer weeds, it couldn't be stopped, and it kept popping up.

This Huang Zhong was even more difficult to deal with than Lin Feng, the big knife fluctuated from light to heavy, which made Guan Hai feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.Once Guan Hai took the fight with all his strength, he ensured that the Elephant Trunk Bead Curling Knife was as light as a feather, and he couldn't tell if it touched it or not.But when Guan Hai parried casually and didn't take Huang Zhong's moves seriously, the knife would become as heavy as Mount Tai in an instant, shaking Guan Hai from numbness from the tips of his fingers to the base of his tail, his chest trembled. Paroxysms of stuffiness, throat sweetness, it seems that the internal organs have been injured.

The horse circled, and thirty or so rounds passed in the blink of an eye, Guan Hai really didn't dare to fight anymore, he would have to confess his life here, thinking of this, Guan Hai turned his horse and jumped out of the circle, and wanted to retreat to the formation.

He just forgot that it's not the two armies facing each other now, the former battle generals, while he was fighting Huang Zhong, Lin Feng led the trapped camp to fight with the Yellow Turban Army again, now the two armies are intertwined, it's one of you I have you in me.

Guan Hai steered his horse and ran like this, how could it be so small, and he just plunged his head into the battle circle where Lin Feng was fighting the enemy.

When Lin Feng saw Guan Hai digging indiscriminately with his head in mind, he was not polite at the moment, he raised his big ax high, and slashed his forehead, hitting his head.

Guan Hai is not an ordinary general. As the number one expert in the Yellow Turban Army, he still has the ability to see all directions and listen to all directions. He felt a cold light flashing in front of his eyes. The image was ugly, and he shrank his head to his chest like a bastard Ting Lei.

What kind of move is this bastard Ting Lei?

In summer, if there is a particularly violent thunderbolt, the tortoises in the pond will hide their heads in their shells so as not to be frightened by the thunder.