The first not to mention Ma Yue cunning like a fox, bullying the young lack of experience in actual combat, the line robbed Zou Yu Niang escape, and then say the yellow scarves of Wancheng, but has already gone up in smoke.

West of the city, the village entrance, the iron tower like Guan Hai round eyes, a handful of yellow turban thief in front of the lapels will be lifted up in the air, sternly roared: "What did you say?"

The yellow turban thief's heart and guts split, hardened his head and replied: "General, Zhao marshal has been killed by Han Zhong, along with Zhao marshal and Liu Pei, Han Zhong lied that there was something to discuss, but secretly joined the court, the marshal and Zhao marshal and Liu Pei just arrived outside the west gate, the official army suddenly killed, the marshal and Zhao marshal was not prepared, they were all killed. "

Guan Hai roared: "Han Zhong embryo, I will not spare him! What about Marshal Zhao and Marshal Zhao's men? What happened?"

The yellow turban thief replied with a sobbing face: "The camp west of the city has been broken, most of the camp soldiers surrendered and were killed, only a few escaped with their lives, I also managed to get back to life because of my fast legs."

"Hateful! More than a hundred thousand troops, this is destroyed once, really hateful!" Guan Hai fist striking each other, indignantly said, "the official army now where to go?"

The yellow turban thief said, "A part into the city, a part seems to kill the city south Liu Pei camp went."

"Not good, Liu Pei's troops will suffer!" Guan Hai lost color and said, "Ma Yue and I have a favor, I can not see the death without saving!"

Guan Hai did not know that Ma Yue had actually left long ago.

Shaking hands will have been scared half dead yellow turban bandits thrown on the ground, Guan Hai turned over and jumped to a wall above the broken wall, clanked out the sword, raised the sword to the sky with a stern whistle, originally scattered in the village entrance or sitting or lying more than 800 yellow turban bandits have stood up, towards the front of Guan Hai gathered over.

Many of these 800 yellow turban bandits are Guan Hai's old troops, Guan Hai is still in Qingzhou as a mountain bandits have followed him to fight and rob the house, and then Qingzhou had a once-in-a-century drought, followed by a locust plague, the people were cut off, the mountain bandits who rely on plunder to make a living also suffered, Guan Hai had to take them all the way to the south to flee, until they reached the border of Nanyang by Zhao Hong.

So this bandit yellow turban and other peasant yellow turban has the essential difference, because all the year round in the tip of the sword to live, and to thousands of miles, poor health simply can not live, the result of some survival of the fittest, the survival of the fittest down, to the end of the remaining are heroes and heroines!

They are not only ruthless, kill without blinking, the will to fight is also much stronger than the ordinary yellow scarves, this bandit yellow scarves originally had more than 1,000 people, but unfortunately, a vicious battle at the White Dragon Beach, encountered more fierce Xiliang iron cavalry, so heavy losses, to survive less than 300 people, last night and Zhou Cang's troops a firefight, and lost more than 100 people, and now there are less than 200 people left.

Guan Hai's gaze swept wolf-like, more than 800 yellow turban bandits all silent, the whole village into a dead silence, the cold wind, only the yellow turban bandits ragged panting faintly audible.

"The battle of White Dragon Beach, Ma Yue and we have a life-saving grace, know the kindness not to repay is not a husband should do! Now Ma Yue is in trouble, I want to go to the rescue, you and others are willing to go with?"

"I am willing to go!"

"At your service, General!"

"We are sworn to follow you to the death!"

The yellow turban bandits of mountain bandit origin responded, while other yellow turban bandits of peasant origin showed hesitation, going is definitely a death sentence, they have already experienced the power of the official army, not going, and fear that Guan Hai will kill in anger, so they were in a dilemma.

Guan Hai said angrily, "Those who do not want to go can leave quickly, I will never force."

The whole village mouth crow, long before a yellow turban thief tentative to touch the village, Guan Hai grunted open bow and arrow abetted an arrow will be that yellow turban thief nailed to the ground.

Guan Hai shot the yellow turban who tried to retreat, sternly shouted: "If anyone dares to retreat again, that guy is the example!"

The yellow turban bandits are all astonished, follow Guan Hai to kill the official army may die, but if you do not go but will immediately die, as long as not an idiot, who knows how to choose.

The yellow turban bandits were deterred by Guan Hai's lustful authority, so they had to get up their spirits and follow the killers to the south of the city camp and go.

Guan Hai led the army to the south of the city camp when the folded lieutenant Yuan Shao led the official army attack is tight, Zhu Jun aims to Wancheng Han Zhong, so only sent Yuan Shao led 500 headquarters south soldiers to attack the south of the city camp, accompanied by Zhuo County Liu Bei's 500 Youyan volunteer soldiers. Liu Bei's Yuyan volunteer soldiers lack of training, equipment and poor, basically only in the side shouting cheer, can not be of much use.

The Han army has always been strong, they are not only well-trained and well-equipped, but also have a complete merit reward system, killing a yellow turban means a merit, a reward, so everyone strives to be the first, playing forward.

Although Yuan Shao's men really only had 500 southern soldiers available (Han Dynasty military system, there is a southern army, northern army, status equivalent to the central army), but hard to fight the Liu Pei camp of 3,000 yellow scarves can not fight, a number of defenses have been broken, if there is no external intervention, Liu Pei yellow scarves will soon collapse.

But at this juncture, Guan Hai's men and horses have arrived.

......

Wancheng, at this time has become a mountain of blood.

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In Zhu Jun's order, Han Zhong's more than 20,000 yellow scarves have put down their weapons, bare hands and empty fists in a neat line into the west gate of Wancheng urn city, when the heavy city gate slowly closed, these yellow scarves are still immersed in a beautiful dream, unaware of the doom has come.

It was not until a team of cold-looking archers drove up the wall that Han Zhong, who had been following Zhu Jun's ass, realized that things were not good. Defend the city? Now that the Yellow Turbans in Nanyang have gone up in smoke, who else dares to attack Wancheng? If they are not defending the city, what are they doing here?

A terrible thought flashed through Han Zhong's mind, his face instantly became a ghastly white, just as Zhu Jun turned his head to look at him, the gloomy eyes flowing out is actually undisguised cold killing machine! Oh my God, the official army is going to shoot his troops, but they have already surrendered, why do this?

Deception, this is outright deception!

Han Zhong howled like a wounded wolf: "General, you can't, you can't do this! You promised me that as long as you surrendered to the court, you would not lock your socks. ......"

Zhu Jun indifferently turned his face away, his right arm raised high and swung down fiercely, the officer who was staring at Zhu Jun's gesture immediately hissed harshly: "Release ...... arrows!"

The cold call shattered the dreams of many yellow turban pawns, and they looked back in shock, but what awaited them was only the fate of being slaughtered.

The archers, who were already used to life and death and whose hearts were harder than iron, indifferently opened their bows, set up their arrows, aimed, and then loosened their hands, and the sharp arrows flew out of the strings, and in a flash, thousands of arrows gathered into a sharp scythe of death, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the defenseless Yellow Turban pawns!

"No!"

Han Zhong's head was already thrown up high when the sword light flashed and blood splashed.

A sword cut off Han Zhong's head, Dong Zhuo still has a reluctant heart to look down at the urn city which has become a prison of shura blood, more than 20,000 yellow scarves which, that is more than 20,000 credit ah! It's a pity that it couldn't be credited to him, otherwise, with this battle merit, he would have been promoted to general.

Under the hunting banner, Cao Cao stood solemnly against the wind, but could not bear to see the tragic scene and quietly turned his face away.

The wind is blowing tightly inside and outside Wancheng, and a cloud is coming in, obscuring the powerless slanting sun, and the earth is pale. Heaven and earth is not benevolent, with all things as ruminants!