"You didn't ask, I thought you knew, if you asked, I would say, if you don't ask, I don't know. Yan Songjie made a big circle and made Xiahoudun faint.

Zhao Ting is not good, there is no way, Yan Songjie killed the five hundred Yellow Turban Army, will Zhang Yan let Zhaojiacun go?

"Uncle Zhao! With me here, I dare not say that the Yellow Turban thieves will kill as many as they come, but Zhaojia Village will be free of worries. "Yan Songjie is arrogant.

"It must not be taken lightly, that Zhang Yan is not a good type, and the real evil battle is still to come. Zhao Ting put Zhang Yan was also a person from Changshan Zhending, and Zhang Yan's troops continued to grow, and contacted the rebels in Changshan, Zhaojun, Zhongshan, Shangdang, Hanoi and other places.

The small leaders of the rebels, Sun Qing, Wang Dang and others, all brought their subordinates to Zhang Yan's command, and Zhang Yan's subordinates grew to nearly one million people, known as the "Black Mountain Army".

interrogated the Yellow Turban thieves of the grain search team, only to learn that they also had no intention of breaking into Zhaojia Village.

Two roads, the whole village moved away or destroyed Zhang Yan, the yellow turban thief.

The villagers of the Zhao family are reluctant to leave their homeland.

"It's okay! I'm going to destroy Zhang Yan, what's the fear! If it's a man, take out the blood. Yan Songjie's eyes were already full of murderous energy.

Destroying Zhang Yan's million-strong Black Mountain Army, just relying on Yan Songjie to take Xiahoudun and a few personal soldiers, and line up to be slaughtered, they can't be killed.

"Brother Yuanrang, you go back to Jiao County first and ask Brother Meng De to borrow a thousand tigers and leopards to ride ....... Yan Songjie asked Xiahoudun to take his own soldiers back to Jiaoxian to deliver the letter first, and asked Cao Cao to send tigers and leopards to come over to assist.

Yan Songjie in Zhaojia Village could only fight a passive defensive battle, using a space bracelet to transport boulders within a radius of ten miles to consolidate the village.

The villagers, women, children, old and sick, are only 300 strong, and it is not too much to describe them as overstretched, and Yan Songjie does not know that he is understaffed and lacks weapons and armor.

Only a limited number of villagers were armed, and 300 stab-proof suits were armed. The tiger and leopard can't save the fire by riding far away, so they can only rely on their own for now.

Stratagems! What stratagems are used?

Ten tons of tribulus terrestris were purchased from the space-time cloud business system, covering a range of 300 meters on the ground outside Zhaojia Village, leaving only one road to Zhaimen during the day. At night, even this road is sprinkled with thistles.

Recycling thistle terrestris is simple, sucked with a large magnet, and it can be done in minutes.

A trench was dug outside the wall, and countless firewood, hay, and honeycomb coal were piled up in it two meters wide and one meter deep.

Refining alcohol, refining 50 degrees of burning knife wine into 90 degrees of alcohol, 10,000 catties of 4,000 catties of 90 degrees of alcohol. Put it in a clay pot and set aside it in a space bracelet. A pair of all-steel boots are cast, and the space bracelet is kept for backup.

During this period, Zhao Yu often went to deliver meat to Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun stared at the twenty gentian guns, and the silver guns were cold, and the weight ranged from fifty catties to two hundred and fifty catties.

Yan Song's outstanding hands are bold, and he has infiltrated rare earth special steel to create a gentian gun, and the silver light makes Zhao Yun love it.

"Brother, don't you know, Yan Songjie single-handedly killed nearly 500 Yellow Turban thieves, and the Mo knife in his hand is heavy! 288 pounds, I can't even carry it. Zhao Yu mentioned the battle of Zhaojia Village, and his eyebrows danced, because of this great victory, he was extremely excited.

"What realm makes such a heavy weapon!" Zhao Yun had a clear mind and did not blindly listen to his sister's words.

"He himself said that it was the Great Perfection of the late stage of the realm. Zhao Yu restrained his excitement.

"It's about the same as the master's realm! No wonder he has this divine power. Zhao Yun chased the target, and his face was full of admiration for Yan Songjie.

Cao Cao recruited more than 20,000 Hebei refugees and gave tens of millions of catties of potatoes to millions of people to plant. Zhao Yun's favor for Cao Cao has skyrocketed, and the people who have the world in their hearts are worthy of their own service.

"I think Zhang Yan will definitely be annoyed and angry in the future, and mobilize more Yellow Turban troops to attack Zhaojia Village with all their might. After Zhao Yun calmed down, his emotions became worried again.

"Don't be afraid! Song Jie asked Cao Cao's soldiers to ride a thousand tigers and leopards to Zhaojia Village, preparing to destroy Zhang Yan and never suffer in the future. Zhao Yu believed Yan Songjie's words.

"Cao Cao's family soldiers have a thousand tigers and leopards to ride, but it is not so easy to borrow! Besides, the road in Jiaoxian is too far away, and when the reinforcements arrive, the battle in Zhaojia Village will be completed. Zhao Yun thought that Yan Songjie had not thought it through.

Hearing this, Zhao Yu's original expression was slightly stagnant, and he seemed a little less confident in Yan Songjie's strategy.

In the middle of the Black Mountain, Zhang Yan jumped like thunder: "My cousin, three days! For three whole days, no one was alive or dead, and the 500 people of the grain search team disappeared out of thin air. ”

Chu Dachang is not surnamed Chu, how can he be Zhang Yan's cousin.

Zhang Yan was not surnamed Zhang, but Chu, and after some adventures, he cultivated his internal strength to the later stage of the Great Perfection of the Realm, and changed his surname to Zhang after becoming the leader of the Yellow Turban Army.

Zhang Yan's late realm is more complete than Wen Chou. The weapon in his hand weighed three hundred pounds.

Zhang Yan's military advisor narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of strangeness: "It is normal for the grain search team to suffer some losses, but the five hundred grain search team has disappeared near Zhaojia Village, which must be inseparable from Zhaojia Village." I hope the king will think twice!"

"There are only more than 300 households in Zhaojia Village, as long as you bring 2,000 elite soldiers and bluff a little, I think Zhaojia Village will inevitably be captured. "Zhang Yan is afraid, the cold winter is cold, it is inconvenient to go far away, and the sheep intestine trail in the mountains is inconvenient when there are many people.

Running back and forth, do people eat horses and chew without food? If you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil, and salt are at home?

The sky and the earth are vast, the north wind is whistling in the ears, the noodles are scraped like knives, and a thin black line is slowly wriggling. The two thousand yellow turban elite long snake formation, silent, quietly approached the village competition, ready to take the ladder and start climbing.

In the land of Zhaojia Village, the smell of blood is strong. The village and outside the village are still quiet and peaceful.

The north wind was blowing like a knife, and Zhang Yan seemed to be able to smell a smell of blood from the wind.

"Where the five hundred Yellow Turban brothers were killed!" figured out the reason, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth. Zhang Yan's thick eyebrows were slanted, and resentment suddenly arose in her heart. Behind him, there are countless blades and spears, and the forest is like a forest.

surrounded Zhaojia Village far away, staring at Zhaojia Village in front of him with a cold gaze, filled with a strong murderous aura.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise with a sarcastic sneer: "After the village is broken, there will be no men, women, and children left, and this king will wash Zhaojia Village in blood! Otherwise, won't the world laugh at me Zhang Yan is a coward!"

Zhang Yan wanted to flatten Zhaojia Village and cast the prestige of the Black Mountain Army.

"Kill!" The two thousand elite Yellow Turban divisions behind him shouted to the sky, converging into a shocking roar, shaking the heavens and the earth. The momentum was so great that it felt suffocating.

As soon as the order to slaughter the village was issued, "Oh oh! my feet!" A terrible voice sounded, repeated countless times later, piercing the silent night sky.

Dozens of subordinates were slightly lame, holding the ground with weapons on one foot, and cursing endlessly: "Who is a ghost lacking in virtue on this ground who sprinkled thistles!"