Eight Golden Locks.
The eight large formations began to rotate like battle machines.
These Yellow Turban elite soldiers, some holding weapons and shields, some riding horses and holding spears, all cooperated with the formation to advance.
"Yan Jiang!"
Lu Bu swung his Heavenly Halberd and laughed sinisterly,""This general has never believed in Qimen Dunjia. Let this general lead the Iron Blood Army to charge first and see what the hell is hidden in this array!”
Xu Rong spurred his horse forward and said,"I know a little about military formations. I'm more suitable than Fengxian!"”
"Haha!"
Yan Chuan pulled out his halberd and laughed." Who told you that you have to enter the formation to break the formation? The bigger the formation, the longer it takes to operate. Why do we have to enter the formation? We can just aim at a square formation and push it horizontally. Isn't that enough?"”
"Horizontal push!"
Lu Bu and Xu Rong looked at each other.
Xu Rong looked at the eight-gate golden lock and said with fear,"General Yan, the front row is filled with shieldmen. If the cavalry goes over and thrusts their spears, this will be a human-shaped barricade!”
"Clang!"
Yan Chuan pulled out his Dragon Sparrow and held his weapon with both hands.
His gaze swept across the army behind him and he said in a deep voice,"Do the two of you know about the Goose Formation?"
"Wider than an arrow!"
Xu Rong's eyes suddenly lit up.
Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes and sneered," 15,000 troops. Gather all the Middle Marquises at the front and form a formation according to their positions. If you want to make a contribution, he will have to charge at the front. I will be the first in this formation, and the two of you will follow behind!”
"Here!"
Xu Rong and Lu Bu shouted.
"Kill them!"
Yan Chuan roared.
The Blue Cloud Cavalry under him was agile and fast like an arrow.
The 15,000-man army began to charge forward, wave after wave of cavalry charging out until they formed a goose formation.
Five hundred steps.
The two armies began to charge forward. The entire land rumbled as if the sky was collapsing.
Four hundred steps!
Three hundred steps!
Two hundred steps!
The flying feather arrow was like a shooting star. It shot out from the Northern Liang Army's Goose Formation and formed a huge bird in the sky. It flapped its wings and landed on the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation. It flapped its wings and opened its beak, wanting to pierce through this huge military formation.
At the front of the army.
Yan Chuan was the beak of the bird on the ground.
Boom!
The two armies clashed.
Countless sharp spears pierced out from the gaps of the shield in front of the eight-gate golden lock, forming a human-shaped barricade.
"Hey!"
The Green Cloud Cavalry sensed danger.
At the most critical moment, he stood up and looked down at the shieldmen below.
"Clang!"
Yan Chuan rode his horse like the wind, his black cloak fluttering like dark clouds.
He held the Dragon Sparrow in one hand and the halberd in the other. He spun like a wheel and cut off all the spears that were several meters around him.
"Boom!"
The Green Cloud Cavalry leaped.
Its huge body instantly landed on the Shieldbearers in front of the Eight Gates Golden Lock.
Iron hooves clattered.
The terrifying energy instantly shattered the shield.
Yan Chuan stood on the horse's back, his eyes radiating a fierce aura. The halberd in his hand swept across the surroundings. Under the heavy halberd shadows, wails and screams were endless. Countless Yellow Turban elite soldiers were either cut in half at the waist or stabbed to death by broken spears.
One person, one saber, one halberd.
They broke through the so-called eight-gate golden lock and killed a square formation.
Just like what Yan Chuan had said to Nanhua, nothing could withstand a single blow from a powerful opponent.
As long as he killed fast enough, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Battle Formation wouldn't be able to keep up with his speed, and it wouldn't be able to form a formation to surround him.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
At this moment.
The flying feather arrow began to fall.
The ten thousand arrows fell to the ground like meteors and began to completely destroy the formation.
The Dragon Sparrow in Yan Chuan's hand cut off the arrows that were falling from his body, and the halberd stabbed forward, slaughtering the shield soldiers in front.
"How terrifying!"
Lu Bu charged into the battlefield, sweeping his halberd in all directions, bringing with him the heads of more than ten Yellow Turban soldiers.
His gaze was still on Yan Chuan, and he did his best to follow him. He didn't want to continue fighting, but rather, he wanted to bring the goose formation into the eight-gate golden lock as soon as possible.
He was born in Nine Plains and grew up in slaughter.
Yan Chuan's combat ability was strong, but it had not reached a level that he could not reach.
Or rather, he might not necessarily lose in a battle between the two, but Yan Chuan's courage, his courage to go against millions of people, was something that Lu Bu could not do.
"Kengchi!"
"Kengchi!"
Fifteen thousand soldiers entered the battlefield.
The Goose Formation spread out, and the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation was torn apart. The Yellow Turban elite soldiers scattered into a mass.
The snow-white blade swept across the battlefield, and blood splattered in the air. Broken limbs, abdominal organs, and the ground were covered in a new layer of scarlet.
A mile away.
On a war chariot.
Dong Zhuo stared at the 8 Gates Golden Lock Array with his mouth agape.
Wei Kai gritted his teeth and said with his eyes wide open,"The eight-gate golden lock was broken just like that. How could it be so weak?”
"Ha!"
Li Ru sneered and explained," What is the Eight Gates Golden Lock? The chariots, crossbowmen, shieldmen, and spearmen are all closely connected. How many elites under Zhang Jiao can operate the formation without any gaps? If they were to enter the formation normally, they might be trapped to death. But if they were to attack from the square formation, with the combat strength of the Northern Liang Army, who in the world could stop them?!"”
"Zhang Jiao is finished!"
Dong Zhuo's heart palpitated. He didn't dare to look at the battlefield in the distance.
He turned his attention to the slaughter of Bai Rao by Hua Xiong, Niu Fu, and Guo Si.
Northern Liang.
A name that filled him with shame.
He would never be able to forget it in this life, nor would he be able to face Yan Chuan!
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