The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

When half an hour came, Gao Shun straightened his face and ordered to march. The whole army was trapped in the camp, and there was no one who refused to follow.

This is rare, one day and one night, with only half an hour of rest, how could it be possible for his subordinates to work hard!

Lu Lingqi, who got off the carriage and got back on the horse, deliberately looked at these soldiers in secret. Their eyes and expressions showed no dissatisfaction except for being extremely tired?

As expected of Uncle Gao's subordinate camp, order and prohibit, you should be the elite of the world!

Lu Lingqi secretly admired it, she dared to believe that if the current leader was replaced by any general in her father's army, except for her father and Uncle Zhang Liao, if she treated the soldiers like this, she would probably mutiny.

But at this moment, Gao Shun's stern face was restored, and there was a stern, blade-like gaze, scanning the crowd like a sharp blade.

"Listen to a certain statement, gentlemen, we are the elite of Bingzhou! We are valued by Marquis Wen, and given our name to be in the battle." He said sonorously.

"Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for one hour, now is the moment for us to show our power!"

The lieutenant's eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted in response, "Where the general is going, is where we are trapped in the camp!"

"Where the general is going, is where we are trapped in the camp!"

"Where the general is going, is where we are trapped in the camp!"

"it is good!"

Afterwards, Gao Shun looked around the crowd, remained silent for a long time, and shouted loudly again, "When a man stands in the world, he should keep the words of benevolence and righteousness. Gratitude and hatred must be repaid, which is what men say. When Hou Zheng was fighting, I escorted my wife to Bingzhou to relieve the general's worries!"

"Promise!" More than [-] people clasped their fists in return.

"It's up to you, gentlemen!" Lu Lingqi also clasped her fists and saluted.

"Hahaha, the young lady has beaten us!" The man said in a deep voice, "Although there are only eight hundred of us, we are all equal to ten!"

Lu Lingqi was about to speak, when she saw the [-] soldiers who were trapped in the camp, and under Gao Shun's order, they arranged a line up within a few breaths, their whole bodies exuded a strong murderous aura, without making any sound.

"Although we are not talented, it is still easy to kill ten enemies by one person! Please trust me, Miss, we will protect the safety of Madam and Miss!" The deputy general shouted again.

Gao Shun nodded.

From his point of view, his subordinate camp really has that qualification.

This is also the reason why Lu Bu entrusted his wife and children!

These people under him have experienced too many battles, each of them has vigor, and each of them has amazing combat experience.

Even if they didn't accept any transfer orders, they could quickly adjust to the best combat formation based on instinct.

Today's Gao Shun is even more able to take advantage of the military power, relying on the army formation to accumulate the escaped energy of his soldiers in one place, and then distribute it to his soldiers to strengthen their attacks in battle.

Generally speaking, the stronger the military commander's ability to command troops, the stronger the control over his soldiers, the stronger the combat power that will erupt under the same strength, the higher the soldiers' acceptance of the general's will, and the speed of military cohesion. Also faster.

The general's own strength and ability to command troops will greatly affect the performance of his soldiers, while the general's will will affect the combat ability of his soldiers. If the strength and command ability of both generals are the same, then the final competition is will.

This is actually a common characteristic of many powerful armies in history.

How many troops with the weak defeating the strong will not be afraid of death, and how many troops will not collapse in the most difficult period, retaining shocking combat effectiveness.

When the army has the momentum of immortality.The kind of fighting spirit that drags the enemy into the water even if it is death, even if there is nothing, any opponent needs to be treated seriously.

Didn't the Yellow Turban Army of the past rely on their strong will and fanaticism beyond imagination, for their great teachers, for their ideals, and with the belief that it doesn't matter if they die, they defeated countless veteran generals of the Han Dynasty along the way? ?

Today's Gao Shun's subordinate camp also has super willpower, if they are not completely wiped out, even if they are scattered and gathered together, they can still fight again!

What's more, quickly mobilizing his soldiers and switching between attack and defense is really not a problem for Gao Shun, who has now completely controlled the trapped camp.

He was even able to use the vigor exuded by everyone to bless certain people with the help of the military formation, thus achieving the terrifying record of "going in and out at the same time".

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as another 3000 people reach their current level, once they make a move, even if Dong Zhuo wants to wipe out, it is estimated that Dong Zhuo will be injured.

"Assemble the camp!" Gao Shun restrained himself in the cold wind, looked at the people in front of him, and shouted.

"No!" The eight hundred trapped camps all wore armor and shouted in unison, "Trapped in the camp! Trapped in the camp! Trapped in the camp!"

"it is good!"

Gao Shun raised his hand, and the soldiers who were trapped in the camp behind him immediately stopped shouting, sheathed their swords, and looked sternly, with a resolute face.

"set off!"

470 Three Mutual Breakthroughs

Just as Gao Shun and the others heading north began to speed up, Lu Bu and Gao Zhi, whom Lu Lingqi was thinking about, were still stuck in Chang'an Meiwu.

On Lu Bu's side, he had just slaughtered Dong Zhuo's Xiangguo Mansion as if venting his anger, withdrew from Chang'an, and rushed to the direction of Meiwu, preparing to support Gao Zhi according to the original plan.

And here, Gao Zhi, who was temporarily "forgotten" by Lu Bu, was entangled with the sword master Wang Yue because of a little comprehension.

"No, we can't go on like this." Gao Zhi thought to himself after fighting Wang Yue again.

He has devoted himself to martial arts, and he is thinking about how to compete with Wang Yue.

Such a stalemate will obviously reveal more and more flaws in himself, Gao Zhi's eyes narrowed, and finally decided not to hold back, try once, Wang Yue's ability to demonstrate!

With his mental strength restrained, with a thought in Gao Zhi's mind, a white color began to appear on the surface of his arm, as if it was splashed with white paint.

On the other side of him, Wang Yue, who had calmed down, was wondering whether to let it go.

Just when he was hesitating, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew across his cheeks.

This was originally an insignificant matter, but it was a season of warming and cold, and it was very common for a cold wind to blow at night among the mountains.

However, this quietly blowing cold wind seems to be just the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, countless cold winds blew past the side, the speed became more and more fierce, and the momentum became more and more powerful, finally converging into countless howling air currents, sweeping all the surrounding leaves, and frantically rushing upwards.

Under the sparse and bright starlight in the night sky, there was actually a large five-meter-high tornado, circling and roaring in mid-air, sweeping wantonly, forming a terrifying vortex covering most of the night sky, as if it wanted to kill all the air in the forest below. All away.

Those crazily upwelling air currents are being divided into several strands, converging towards different directions.

Indistinctly, six smaller tornadoes can be seen gradually taking shape in different directions around them.

"..."

Wang Yue stood with his sword closed, looking at the scene in front of him speechlessly.

The sharp sword with sword intent that I just slashed did not even take a few breaths to sustain it, and was completely submerged in the roaring storm.

However, this does not mean that he has lost to the opponent.

As a strong man with rich experience in actual combat, Wang Yue has already started to adjust his breath and luck at this time, slowly recovering the lost physical strength, and his eyes looking at the surrounding storm barriers are a little dignified.