Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

The bravery of one person, even if it is as fierce as the king Xiang Yu, is just to defeat more than a hundred Han troops. Therefore, regardless of Ma Chao's brave and unparalleled, but in the Yellow Turban thieves, he is often in danger. Thanks to his vigilance, he is not injured.

Ma Chao didn't go deep into the enemy's line directly, and sacked Sima Fear alone, but swept left and right with a spear, destroying the elite line of the Yellow Turban thieves.

The front line of the Yellow Turban thief was immediately opened by Ma Chao, and the three thousand cavalry behind him followed this gap to kill in.

The reason why the infantry can resist the cavalry is the dense formation. Now that Ma Chao has broken the Yellow Turban thieves formation with courage, the iron cavalry naturally rushed into the enemy army without hindrance.

Sima was afraid to mobilize troops and horses to the west for reinforcements, but as a result, the strength of the other sides was weakened and the defense power was greatly reduced.

Pound and Liu Ye were both proficient in battle formations, and immediately entered the void.

"kill!"

Pound and Liu Ye each led three thousand cavalry into the enemy forces from the north and the south, and Sima was beset with fear for a while, and was battered.

The Yellow Turban thief’s front army was held firmly by Yu Jin and Zhangja, and continued to rout under the powerful offensive of the Han army's infantry. Sima Fear was now lonely and hard to scream.

He was pale, with cold sweat on his face.

"It's over... this time I'm going to lose everything."

The staff on the side looked bitter, and said in his heart: If you had listened to me, would it be today? It's a pity, it's impossible...

Sima Fear grabbed the collar of his staff and stared at him with bloodshot eyes: "Now, what can I do for it?"

The staff shuddered: "Sima Shuai, I told you to be careful some time ago. You didn't listen. Nowadays, too..."

Sima frightened and said, "Someone didn't listen to you to taunt the handsome guy. Someone asked you what should I do now!"

The staff shook his head: "Sima Shuai, a certain is not Zhang Liang, how can he return to heaven?"

"you!"

Sima was afraid to pull the knife out of its sheath, and the cold blade lay across the neck of the staff, and said coldly, "Are you going to die?"

The aides who have always been timid and fearful are discouraged: "Sima Shuai, when someone is captured by the enemy later, Liu Cheqi is afraid that he will kill me as a thief, and you will not be able to drag Sima Shuai then. It's all about it, it's just going to die early in the morning and night, so what is a certain afraid of?"

"..."

Sima Fear fell silent. If a person is not afraid of death, then no threats will work.

When Ma Chao saw Pound and Liu Ye rushing into the enemy army from a distance, he was anxious. He was still a captain, and now he was counting on Sima Fen to be promoted to general. If De or Liu Ye grabbed it, they couldn't kill Xu He again, right?

Ma Chao casually threw out his shield, jumped on his horse, and rode a white horse into the enemy.

What did Ma Chao's tiger-headed golden gun jump from side to side? A full nine thousand Liangzhou cavalry assaulted from all sides. Where can three thousand yellow turban thieves stop it?

Although Liu Ye and Pound took the lead to lead the army into the Sima Terror Army, the white horse under Ma Chao's crotch was very sage, and then came to the top and took the lead in the enemy army.

"Good horse, hurry up, hurry up!"

Ma Chao's eyes were torch, always staring at Sima Fen's handsome flag. As the white horse galloped forward, Sima Fen's face became clearer and clearer in his sight.

"Sima Fear, can you know Xiliang Jinma Chao?"

Ma Chao shouted loudly from a distance, but it was clearly transmitted to Sima Fear's ears.

"I'm afraid you won't make it, get out of the way!"

Sima Fear also saw it, and the defeat was irreversible, so before he died, he was courageous, holding the ring knife in his hand, pulling his horse out of the battle, and facing Ma Chao head-on.

"Ma Chao, a kid, I've been in Qingzhou for decades, and I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Sima yelled out of fear, and urged to step off the horse with all his strength, with the sword in his hands raised high, with a hideous face.

And Ma Chao is not afraid, lifting the golden gun with the tiger head in his hand, the speed of the white horse continues to increase, and the distance is getting closer and closer.

Sa!

The two horses crossed by.

Sima feared unabatedly, and rushed out in one breath, but his pupils were getting darker and the strength on his hands was getting less and less, his five fingers slowly loosened, and the sword fell to the ground.

He looked down and saw a sharp scar slashed upward from the left waist, across his belly, all the way to his right shoulder.

"Um... the next generation is awesome."

Sima sighed in fear and fell off his horse.

The tiger head Zhan's golden gun pointed diagonally at the ground, a stream of blood dripped from the tip of the gun and dripped on the ground.

Ma Chao took the reins and turned around, rushing to the side of Sima Fen's corpse, and using a ring knife to cut off Sima Fen's head, grabbing his hand and rushing towards Liu Ye.

"General! Can the work of capturing and killing Sima fear be a general?"

Ma Chao shouted.

Liu Ye laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Meng Qi has done a good job, and he will naturally be promoted to a general when he looks back on his merits and rewards."

After that, Liu Ye let out a sigh of relief and shouted, "Sima Fear is dead, why didn't the Yellow Turban thief come down early?"

Ma Chao, Pound, and Jin Wanxiliang Iron Horse shouted longitudinally, and the voices of Jin Wandao gradually became clear and converged into one voice.

"Sima Fear is dead, why didn't the Yellow Turban thief descend early?"

Thousands of people around Sima Fen had already dispersed, and the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thief soldiers heard the news that Sima Fen was dead. They were immediately shocked. Looking back, they saw that the head in Ma Chao's hand was not correct. Is it Sima Fear's head?

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves were already in a bitter battle. Seeing Sima feared to be beheaded, the last thing in his heart relied on the smoke to dissipate.

"The cavalry listened to the order, intercept and kill the enemy!"

Near Wanxiliang cavalry like a torrent, rushing forward suddenly, like a flood rushing forward.

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves fleeing from all directions, they suddenly encountered the nearly Wanxiliang cavalry advancing like an iron wall and a copper wall, and they were directly dispersed.

"Surrender and not kill!"

Hearing the shouts of the Han army, the Yellow Turban thief couldn’t believe it, because Xu He had warned his subordinates how "cruel" and "killer" Liu Ye was back then. Therefore, the Yellow Turban thief’s combat effectiveness is so strong. It has something to do with this. After all, surrendering Liu Ye is a dead end, and the Yellow Turban thief is naturally morale.

But there are always people who are afraid of death. When a yellow turban thief saw the torrent of Xiliang cavalry, his legs trembled and knelt on the ground trembling.

"I surrender, I surrender!"

With the rumbling of horses hoofs, a Xiliang cavalry wielded a saber and galloped forward. He saw the sharp blade of the blade about to descend on his neck, but stopped abruptly.

"Let down your weapons, stand still and don't move!"

He opened his eyes trembling, touched his head, and was overjoyed.

"The head is still there!"