"You always persuade me and my sisters to escape, so why don't you run away? You know you can't beat those Yellow Turban Army, but you still have to fight them?" Song Jie asked the middle-aged man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, "Escape, where can we escape, the successive disasters in the past few years have already consumed the surplus food at home, even if it is in Zhuo County, what's the point?"

"What's more, this is where our ancestors have lived here for generations, anyway, this world is not going to let people live, just fight to the death, you are different from us, you are a scholar, I hope that when you become an official, don't forget what you see today." You and your sister should get out of here. ”

"Uncle, don't worry, just 300 Yellow Turban Army, I really didn't put them in my eyes. Love yarn, Lingling, we're going to go!" Song Jie, who looked confident, went straight to the Yellow Turban Army, which was getting closer and closer to the village.

"Yes, brother. After Aisha and Lingling agreed, they rushed to the Yellow Turban Army with Song Jie.

A sharp-eyed Yellow Turban soldier said after seeing the three Song Jie who rushed towards him, "Head, you see, there are still people rushing from the village, still holding weapons in their hands, as if they are going to fight with us." ”

There is a scar on his face, and the guy who looks like he should be the leader has a look of disdain, "It's really an old birthday star hanged, and I'm impatient, but that black-haired girl looks really good." And that little girl, who is also a complete beauty embryo. The little ones follow me, grab money, food, and women!"

"Oh!" the Yellow Turban Army behind Scarface yelled and rushed towards Song Jie and the others.

Looking at the 300 robbers, Song Jie looked disdainful, "This is clearly a bandit, it seems that these guys are either fake Yellow Turban Army, or they are bandits who participated in the Yellow Turban Army." There are mixed good and bad in the Yellow Turban Army, and today I finally saw it. ”

"Where is so much nonsense, give me death!" Scarface, who was holding a ring-headed broadknife in his hand, slashed at Song Jie.

Song Jie, who raised his right hand to kill the gods, felt the strength of his right hand after hearing the sound of gold and iron intermingling with his right hand, and couldn't help but quickly take a step back and shook his right hand twice, "It seems that the strength of the enemy in this world cannot be underestimated." ”

Song Jie, who got serious, brandished his double swords to meet Scarface, and with the advantage of his weapon, he made a cut in his abdomen, and the freezing gas brought by the frost made that gap even more frostbite.

"What the hell have you done to me?!" Scarface's voice was full of horror, and the hand holding the weapon was trembling, "Why do you know how to do it?" ”

"I don't know how to do immortal magic, the effect just now is just brought by my weapon, don't think too much about it. Raising his hand, a sword pierced Scarface's chest, and Song Jie, who began to attack the remaining Yellow Turban Army with Aisha and Lingling.

Aisha used her own Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and with her coquettish scream, the five or six Yellow Turban soldiers in front of her were immediately cut to the ground. Lingling is no longer barehanded, but has gotten a spear out of nowhere and used it to destroy one enemy after another.

Song Jie, who was holding a double sword, rushed straight into the area with the most Yellow Turban soldiers, danced wildly, and easily solved the Yellow Turban soldiers who were close to him, and then said to the Yellow Turban soldiers who looked at him with the eyes of the killing god, "Those who descend will not be killed." ”

The two trembling Yellow Turban soldiers, who were frightened by Song Jie's god-like performance, threw away their weapons one after another and knelt on the ground.

"Lingling, you go back to the village and take the villagers to help these surrendered Yellow Turban Army. Song Jie then pointed to the dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers who were scattered and fled, "Aisha, the two of us will go to chase the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers." ”

"Damn, the killing god is coming!" A Yellow Turban soldier who ran out of about 500 meters shouted after turning around and finding Song Jie and Aisha who were chasing after him, and the speed under his feet was even faster.

Looking at the few remaining Yellow Turban soldiers who fled into the forest in the distance under his pursuit, he called out to Aisha, "Aisha, let's go back, I hope Lingling and Uncle have dealt with those prisoners." ”

"Yes, my lord. Wiping a handful of sweaty love yarn on his head, he and Song Jie slowly walked towards the location of the village.

Seeing Song Jie and Aisha coming back, Lingling, who had been standing at the entrance of the village and kicking the stone boringly, had a bright smile on her face, and quickly ran to the two of them, "Brother, you and your sister are back, were all those Yellow Turban soldiers killed by my brother and sister?"

"No, a few of them ran into the woods. Song Jie shook his head and asked Lingling after answering, "Lingling, how are those captives?"

"The captives were kept in an abandoned house, which was abandoned, but there were some passers-by and merchants who spent the night. Lingling pointed to the room where Song Jie had stayed this morning, "We have a total of 23 captives this time, and they are all in that room now, brother, what are you going to do with those captives." ”

"Let's go check it out. Song Jie said and walked into the room where the captives were tied up.

"Next, I will give you a chance to choose, one is to die, the other is to be loyal to me, you can choose for yourself. Song Jie, who was sitting on the ground, waited for the captives to choose, but in fact, this choice was not a difficult choice. Sure enough, after Song Jie sat on the ground, the captives chose to be loyal to Song Jie.

"You go and clean up the battlefield now, everyone takes their own weapons, and then we will go to Zhuo County. After arranging these prisoners, Song Jie and the three took the prisoners out of the small room.

The villagers who saw Song Jie and the three of them greeted the three of them one after another, but when they saw the 23 captives behind Song Jie, they turned away like snakes and scorpions.

"Engong, what are you doing here?" The middle-aged man looked at the untied captives behind Song Jie, and his face showed puzzlement.

"They are already loyal to me, I will take them to get weapons, and then we will go to Zhuoxian, and the remaining weapons can also give your small village some strength to protect itself." Then he walked to the battlefield where the battle had just begun.

The villagers were burying the bodies of the dead Yellow Turbans, and the weapons were put together by the villagers, in addition to knives, guns, and swords, and some small round shields.

When all 23 captives have picked up their weapons. A systematic voice appeared in Song Jie's mind, "Lord Demon King, you now have your first unit. ”

Song Jie's eyes appeared with an introduction to his first unit.

Class: Rogue Bandit

Combat effectiveness: Poor

Loyalty: Extremely poor

Morale: Low

Overall Rating: D

Quantity: 23