Rain is always like this. It starts as a drizzle and no one cares about it, and then suddenly it starts to get heavier, so heavy that no one has time to react.
But now, at the foot of Taiping Mountain, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.
And because both sides were intertwined, they could not retreat even if it rained heavily.
The Yellow Turban soldiers in the Taiping Mountain Barrier are actually not weak in combat power. They are all the remaining essence from previous wars. Now they are effectively willing to give up and are full of fighting spirit.
But the Yuan soldiers opposite them are indeed strong soldiers.
Unlike most armies, most of the main attacking troops are sword soldiers, and sword soldiers are well-deserved elite soldiers in any era and in any army.
The reason is not complicated. It is because it is difficult to master the use of equipment with both hands. This is not something that the recruited Ding Yu can do. It takes a certain amount of time to train.
Now, with the support of various warriors, Yuan Shao has such an elite army, and he can be proud of the rest.
But who would have imagined that these elite soldiers of Yuan Shao would be rolling in the mud with the Yellow Turban soldiers. The Yellow Turban soldiers could not draw their bows and arrows, and the Yuan soldiers could not hold their swords. Both sides used the most primitive weapons to brutally kill their enemies with teeth and stones.
The war was extremely cruel.
At this time, Wen Chou came up.
He didn't use his usual iron spear, but simply took an iron bone flower, and then came up wearing iron armor.
He stepped on a pond, splashing a burst of blood. At the same time, Wen Chou's bones waved. The dark and rough iron bones crossed the water curtain with unparalleled force, and then hit a yellow scarf soldier on the forehead. .
The man's head exploded like a watermelon, with red and white mixed in and sputtering out. Then the entire battlefield seemed to be accelerated.
Wen Chou and his armored soldiers plunged into the crowd like an awl. No matter who is blocking in front, Wen Chou will always give him a blow. With one blow, blood splattered everywhere, and with one blow, all living beings were equal.
After successively killing several small commanders of the Yellow Turban Army, the command system of the various armies fell into a state of semi-paralysis. Coupled with the rain getting heavier and heavier, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army was visibly declining.
As all the apricot-yellow flags fell, more and more Yellow Turban troops began to retreat up the mountain unable to bear it.
But even so, there were still dedicated Taiping officials working hard to restrain the troops. They shouted loudly on the noisy battlefield to boost morale.
It was also at this time that Gong Du, who had been waiting on the hillside, couldn't help but growl at Liu Pi:
"How long do we have to wait? The brothers below are wailing. Let's kill them."
Liu Pi instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he saw Gong Du's red eyes, he finally agreed.
So Gong Du went crazy and faced a group of yellow scarf warriors in the dense forest. Then he tightened the yellow scarf belt on his forehead in front of them and roared:
"Yellow Turban Warriors, come out!"
There were nearly a thousand yellow scarf warriors, all wearing iron armor and holding long knives. They chanted the "Taiping Sutra" and followed Gong Du down without hesitation.
As Gong Du kept calling for peace, he began to dispatch the thousands of yellow scarf warriors to all directions of the battle line, and finally led four centuries to kill directly towards Wen Chou's location.
Why could Gong Du find Wen Chou's location accurately?
Just look at the white armor under the rain curtain, and you will know where the enemy's elite is.
Once Gong Du determined Wen Chou's position, he almost gave up his formation and moved his troops forward as quickly as possible. Along the way, these yellow turban warriors kept shouting, and the yellow turban soldiers along the road gave way, and at the same time they broke out into loud cheers.
After that, this Yellow Turban Army was like a chisel, cutting into Wen Chou's flank.
After receiving Gong Du's blow, the Yuan soldiers' line collapsed on the flank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then disappeared on the battlefield like melting snow.
After Gong Du dug in from this flank, he did not stop and directly cut off the return path of Wen Chou's army from the rear. The Yuan's armored soldiers at the back were stunned when they were killed, and then they retreated while pushing each other.
At this time, the yellow scarf warriors originally dispatched to the left and right wings by Gong Du had also penetrated the enemy's formation and began to meet at the rear.
As a result, Wen Chou's troops were cut off by the thousands of yellow scarf warriors.
At first Wen Chou was still fighting hard, but with the shouts from both sides and the chaos behind him, he realized something was wrong.
At this time, it was already too late for him to retreat. He turned his head and saw the densely packed yellow scarf heads behind him. His hands were sweating and he almost couldn't hold Tie Guduo.
At this moment, the mostly angular Tieguduo was stained with blood and white pulp and became increasingly slippery, so Wen Chou simply threw the Tieguduo away and picked up a ring-head knife from the ground.
After thinking about it, Wen Chou felt uneasy again, so he picked up another spear, and then counted the soldiers who were still with him, and there were only sixteen left.
Wen Chou didn't say anything more and just led the sixteen people forward, aiming directly at the Yellow Turban Qushuai at this barrier and the big banner behind him.
Now that the retreat has been cut off, I, Wen Chou, will move forward and kill each other.
But ideas are ideas. It would be a bit fanciful to really rely on seventeen people, including Wen Chou, to complete the task of killing generals and capturing the flag.
So Wen Chou made some adjustments and decided to penetrate the barrier through the gap on one side that had collapsed.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the camp began to be filled with mist, making the vision increasingly unclear. Wen Chou and fifteen armored soldiers walked carefully close to the inside of the camp, trying not to make any noise. Holding the spear, Wen Chou held his breath and walked through tent after tent. There were no people inside, and they had obviously been sent to the front line.
At this time, Wen Chou heard a burst of noise, and then turned out from a corner. He saw more than fifty people standing under a canopy directly in front of him.
The canopy was an apricot-yellow tent tied to four huge logs. The armored soldiers inside and the large banner all indicated that these people in front of them were exactly what Wen Chou was looking for.
At this time, the Yellow Turban generals on the opposite side also saw Wen Chou and the others. These people obviously did not expect that Wen Chou and his gang had penetrated into the camp, and they were all shocked.
But at this time, it was useless to say more. These people casually wielded various weapons, shot out of the sky without saying a word, and then jumped into the rain.
Wen Chou was actually surprised. He didn't expect that there were more enemies than he expected. When he saw the eighteen people behind him and the forty or fifty armored men on the opposite side, Wen Chou gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a spear. .
"Crack!"
At the first blow Wen Chou swung, the spear in his hand shattered. But the young Yellow Turban general opposite him had half a broken spear inserted into his eye, and he was too dead to die.
After that, Wen Chou took the card frame thrown by a subordinate behind him, and went to meet the next enemy with the Huanshou knife in his hand.
At this time, the armored soldiers behind him also rushed over and began to engage the Yellow Turban general in a long section.
There were shouts of killing everywhere, because no one had a bow or arrow, and everyone in this small area was fighting hand to hand, fighting for their lives.
Wen Chou listened to various calls, and the adrenaline in his body had reached its highest level, but he still remained calm.
He placed the card holder in front of him, and then hid behind the card holder. Then he placed the ring-headed knife in his right hand on the card holder, and then began to stride forward to attack.
After knocking over an armored soldier on the opposite side, Wen Chou directly pressed the man's neck with a card, and then with a strong force, he broke the neck of the man beneath him.
Wen Chou became more and more excited as he killed, and his steps were still nimble. The Huanshou knife in his hand stabbed flexibly along the card holder in all directions, and the card holder in his left hand could always block every attack of the enemy.
At this moment, Wen Chou showed everyone how to kill people at the peak of his sword skills.
Moreover, the knife in Wen Chou's hand did not poke the opponent's armor, but often rubbed it into the joints of these people, and then the opponent lost their combat effectiveness and became a lamb to be slaughtered.
At this time, Wen Chou taught everyone another lesson, that is, an excellent warrior must be a master of the human body and is familiar with the structure of the human body.
Vaguely, Wen Chou seemed to hear a dense drum beat coming from the rain curtain, but he couldn't tell where it came from.
However, in the current situation, Wen Chou no longer cares about these things.
After seeing another subordinate being picked to death with a spear from the opposite side, he quickened his pace again.
At this time, he saw a young Yellow Turban general standing upright and trying to attack him from his right side. Wen Chou smiled scornfully, and the knife in his hand was hidden under the foot, ready like a poisonous snake. Usually stab out.
Suddenly, Wen Chou heard a familiar voice, but it was a scream. He subconsciously turned his head, but the instinct of a samurai trained for a long time worked. He resisted forcefully, and the knife in his hand also used inertia. Got out.
But this time due to distraction, the exit trajectory deviated, making the chop a little crooked. It should have cut off the opponent's neck diagonally, but instead struck the opponent's head with one strike.
Although the man didn't have a pocket, his skull was so hard that the knife got stuck.
At this time, the spears of the yellow scarf soldiers in front had already been thrust at him, and Wen Chou had no choice but to abandon his sword and retreat.
As for this retreat, Wen Chou directly alternated between his left and right feet, retreating four or five steps in an instant, causing the opponent's spear to fail.
It was during this opening that Wen Chou had the opportunity to turn his head and look in the direction where the familiar voice came from.
Then, he saw his cousin Wen Wu lying in a pool of blood.
Wen Chou's eyes turned red, and then he kicked a spear away with his foot, knocking one person away. Then he picked up a heavy ax and killed him again.
At this time, the sound of war drums in the rain curtain became clearer and clearer. At this time, Wen Chou heard it, and it came from behind him.
Under the rain curtain, there were fewer and fewer people killed. When Wen Chou chopped up a soldier again, he saw three people under the canopy.
One of the generals was ordinary, but had a calm temperament and never took a step back even in such a situation. On his left and right sides were two rough generals. One of them was protecting Qu Shuai, and the other was facing Wen Chou.
Slashing people with a giant ax is great, but there is one drawback: blood will rush all over your face.
At this time, Wen Chou was covered in blood, which was inconsistent with his usual handsome image, but when he licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, he was surprised to find that he fell in love with this taste.
A moment later, after he chopped off the head of Qu Shuai across from him, he also learned his name from the man’s mouth:
"Wu Ba, it's a good name. I, Wen Chou, will remember it."
At this time, Wen Chou suddenly turned around and saw that the densely packed Yuan army had entered the camp. Apparently, all the yellow scarf warriors who had cut off his rear were crushed and killed.
Therefore, after losing Wu Ba, Gong Du and the barrier at the foot of the mountain, there was only one Taiping Peak left on the Taiping Road. It seemed that the situation was over.