Three Kingdoms Come to the World

Chapter 68 Special Arms: Yellow Turban Army
Cao Cao on the cliff gasped, his face full of shock.

"Yuan Rang, can you do it?"

Xiahou Dun's eyes were full of shock, he looked at Fang Fan below, then at the broken gate in front of him, with sawdust all over the floor, and swallowed.

"I can't do it, my lord, I can't do it in the end."

Looking at Fang Fan again, there was no doubt, no ridicule, only admiration, even a trace of admiration.

As if to say, a man should be like this! !
Cao Cao turned around, looked at the few living people behind him, and asked.

"Can you do it?"

"Can't do it."

The people behind looked at Fang Fan below with solemn expressions.

After asking, Cao Cao turned his head, looked at Fang Fan, and sighed.

"The number one village in the world, No. 1 in the world, it really lives up to its reputation!"

Click!

One of them crushed the cup in his hand, but he ignored it and looked at Young Master Bai.

"Master Bai, this"

"Don't worry, it's just a little brute force, how can it be my opponent?"

Young Master Bai smiled warmly, took a sip of the wine, everything was under control.

Looking at the broken village gate, Zhang Ning's face changed drastically, and for the first time, a feeling of uneasiness appeared in his heart.

At this time, Xiaolu came over with a group of people, wearing yellow scarf shirts and wearing yellow scarves on their heads, with strict discipline and tough, even fanatical eyes.

Seeing them approaching, Zhang Ning's face softened a lot, but deep down in his heart, he was still a little uneasy.

The moment these people appeared, on the hillside.

"Damn it! The great virtuous teacher really left her the method of training Dao soldiers, why! Why!"

The cup in Mr. Bai's hand was pinched and shattered, the gentleness and elegance of his face disappeared completely, and his face was distorted with jealousy, making him look extremely terrifying and hideous.

And the faces of the two people next to him were also extremely ugly, but they were not as big as Mr. Bai's reaction.

On the contrary, they looked at Young Master Bai mockingly.

Regardless of their reaction, Fang Fan moved at this moment.

Behind Fang Fan, Li Yang, Lin Yi, and Fan Fei all moved, and together with Tang Jie's remnants, more than two hundred people followed and rushed into the village.

"kill!"

Although Fang Fan was angry, he did not lose his mind.

Instead of rushing into the village, he rushed up the wall and killed one by one among the Yellow Turbans who were about to attack.

He was unarmed, but there was a clanging sound when the palm of his hand slapped on the weapon. The Yellow Turban soldiers crowded together on the fence, and were immediately thrown into disorder by Fang Fan, and ran down the fence.

And those who were unlucky were caught by Fang Fan's legs and tore them apart violently, Fang Fan killed them in blood!
On the cliff, Cao Cao exclaimed.

"It's true that you are a warrior."

But at this time, Li Yang and the others took advantage of the chaos on the fence and rushed over to join Fang Fan.

After the rendezvous, Fang Fan's lethality was completely released, leading the army behind him, directly impacting the chaotic formation of the Yellow Turbans.

Under the leadership of Fang Fan, the army behind formed a cone, with Fang Fan as the tip of the cone, leading the charge.

The three of Li Yang followed closely behind, and on their left and right, widened the gap that Fang Fan had torn open. Every move they made was extremely powerful, easily killing each of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

"So strong."

Xiahou Dun subconsciously shouted.

"Even if Fang Fan is excluded, each of the other three is capable of fighting me."

Xiahou Dun was amazed, but also somewhat regretful.

"There are also those soldiers, all of whom are extremely powerful, but unfortunately, they are just a group of mobs, and there is no way to cooperate."

Cao Cao listened and looked at the army below with a dangerous look in his eyes.

"Yuan Rang, if it's us, what are the odds of winning?"

Hearing this, Xiahou Dun pondered, and said bitterly: "If there is no Fang Fan, it will be [-]-[-]."

But what about Fang Fan?
Cao Cao didn't speak any more, didn't ask any more questions, and continued to watch the battle.

The Yellow Turban Army had no ability to resist in front of Fang Fan and others. Although the number was far greater than Fang Fan's, they looked like a group of farmers.

If the Ning'an Army is a bandit and a mob, then the Yellow Turban Army is a group of people, a group of peasants. Although they hold weapons, they still cannot be called soldiers.

After a while, he was killed by Fang Fan and others.

Looking at all this, Zhang Ning's face was as cold as frost.

"Go and kill him!"

"Honor your orders."

Weng Sheng, a soldier behind Zhang Ning, said.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

This group of people was only a hundred, but they behaved uniformly, as if they were one person. As they approached the battlefield, their aura rose up.

The aura of the entire army was integrated into one, full of wild atmosphere.

As soon as he approached, Fang Fan's attention was instantly attracted, and Fang Fan's murderous intent was also aroused.

Immediately, Fang Fan turned around with his formation and rushed directly.

On the cliff, Xiahou Dun shook his head and sighed repeatedly.

"It's a pity, a pity."

"Yuan Rang, why is it a pity?"

Cao Cao asked.

"Returning to the lord, although Fang Fan and his party are powerful in combat, they fight on their own, neither in terms of momentum nor attack.

But the army opposite them is different, they look like a well-trained army.

The most important thing is that their training method should be a secret method, which directly integrates their aura.

This means that these 100 people are all one, a whole.

It's like a rock and a handful of loose sand.

Although there is a lot of sand, but in the face of stubborn rocks, it will only collapse with one blow.

And once the army collapsed, no matter how strong Fang Fan was, he could only be strangled by the army alive, and there would be no second possibility.

Therefore, Fang Fan is in danger, and Ning'an's army is in danger.

It's just that it's a pity that so many heroes will be besieged and killed by this group of Yellow Turban remnants today. "

Just when Xiahou Dun felt sorry, Cao Cao nodded slowly, his expression relaxed.

The others also heard Xiahoudun's words, and stared at the battlefield below, especially those who joined Cao Cao's side, their moods were a bit complicated.

"Master Bai, the yellow scarf fighters trained by the great virtuous teacher are extremely powerful, what should we do?"

The white young man in white clothes had an extremely ugly face, staring at the 100 yellow scarf wrestlers, his hands were clenched tightly, and his joints were slightly white.

Fang Fan didn't have a weapon in his hand, and he didn't back down. He rushed forward, and his shoulder slammed into the yellow scarf who was leading the way.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Fan ruthlessly collided with the Yellow Turban Wrestler, and Ning Anjun ruthlessly collided with the Yellow Turban Wrestler!
Bang!
As if a comet hit the earth, the invisible loud noise resounded in everyone's mind.

Fang Fan didn't retreat at all, but a flush appeared on his face.

But the other troops, at the moment of colliding with the yellow scarf fighters, stagnated, and the momentum accumulated before was released like a pillar.

As if a handful of loose sand was thrown on a rock, the momentum of the army dissipated, and the army also dissipated. Many people spit out a mouthful of blood and turned pale.

Xiahou Dun on the cliff sighed again and concluded.

"Fang Fan is dead, Ning An is dead!"

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