Han Xun is not brilliant in history, and even in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he is unknown, but if Wang Li knows about today's events, he will definitely be impressed.

Maybe it's the only way, as if he can be worthy of his name, without any real skills, who would dare to take the surnames of Han Feizi and Xunzi, the two masters of the ages, as their own names?

Han Xun roared, and everyone moved.

The soldiers under his command were attracted by the scene described by Han Xun, and for their dream of being promoted to become rich, they held knives, held swords, and waved the shields in their hands to pounce on the targets that had already been locked.

Zang Hong no longer wants to listen to the nonsense of the Yuan Tan brothers, but the lord and the lord have given birth to two disobedient sons, and they feel irritable when they look at it, and they feel even more disgusting after listening to it for a long time, and they tightened the big knife in their hands and looked at Zhang Miao opposite, their eyes were cunning and fierce.

Yuan Tan also doesn't want to talk nonsense, he wants to abolish Yuan Shang for a day or two, as for brotherhood, brotherhood and blood, who he loves, anyway, in order to achieve his own goal to the apex of life, what is a brother who is not in harmony with himself?

Yuan Tan gritted his teeth, leaving the last bit of family affection behind, and the spear stabbed at Yuan Shang like a long dragon.

Han Xun's eyes were still locked on Liu Yi and Dong Wan, and he did not have the slightest cowardice in his heart in the face of the two of them independently, and he did not have any scruples when he started, and he was completely a posture of forgetting life and death with all his strength.

After a short pause, the street fighting that took place in the southern city was restarted.

Although they all belong to the men in the Hebei army, they are more or less a little old-fashioned, and there are even relatives who can't be beaten by eight poles.

But the soldiers on both sides seemed to have beaten chicken blood, and their determination was like Yuan Tan's brothers, and they forgot to die when they fought each other. The roar of agitation almost toppled the southern city wall, and the people on both sides of the street had already quietly hid in the cellar of their homes, crouching in the shadows and trembling in horror.

"Puff puff!"

Thousands of spears and short swords, chopping knives and horse lances stabbed out at the same time, and the cold blades stabbed into the opponent's chest with an unstoppable momentum, and blood gushed out like a fountain, pouring on the bluestone slab under his feet, slowly infiltrating it, decorating the bluestone slab with a spotted red blood, which was poignant and beautiful.

Fortunately, our famous poet Dai Wangshu had never been here, otherwise he would have been disappointed, and he longed for a girl with an oil-paper umbrella and a lilac in the rainy alley, not the mottled blood alley.

The alley of more than 1,000 meters long was already paved with blood and corpses, and the screams of the piercing Jin Ge and the soldiers were still there. However, the war belonging to the Yuan brothers continued.

Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang seemed to be spinning in the field, and the two spears flew up on horseback like a dragon and a silver snake, or like a pear blossom blooming from thousands of trees, or like a fluttering snow, beckoning the vital point of their brothers, and from time to time there was a collision sound, splashing a beam of starlight.

Han Xun simply threw aside the reins, his body tossed and turned with the horse's back, and the two short knives in his hands flew up and down, each knife was like a blue sea tide, menacing, endless, only killing Liu Yi and Dong Wan with soft hands and sweaty feet.

Zang Hong and Zhang Miao were ordinary martial arts, and they also used ordinary weapons, and they had a fight in the past, and it was inevitable that there would be some sympathy between the fights, and they couldn't let go of their hands and feet. After fighting thirty-two times, everyone had already been killed in full swing, and there was no bead of sweat on his second head.

In the middle of the fight, Zhang Miao suddenly roared, swept away Zang Hong's weapon with a knife, turned his horse's head and jumped out of the battlefield, retreating more than ten steps in a row, staring at Han Xun in front of him with a pair of eyes.

It turned out that Liu Yi and Dong Wan were just third- and fourth-rate generals, and Ping Sujian only helped Zhang Miao to rectify and rectify military affairs in the army, drill and train the battle formation, and fight to fight, but he and Zhang Miao were brothers and sisters.

They fought against Han Xun in a hurry, but where was this madman's opponent? Accidentally, Liu Yi was cut off the war horse by Han Xun with a knife, and his life and death are unknown.

"Dog thief, dare to hurt my brother, take your life!"

Zhang Miao's heart was like a knife, and he spit out a word from his mouth viciously, the long knife in his hand was suddenly raised, and he rushed towards Han Xun with a slap of the war horse.

"Kill!"

Shed tears to sacrifice heroes, raise eyebrows and sword out of the sheath.

Every time Zhang Miao spit out a word, tears fell down. And the hearts of the soldiers behind him also trembled, and one hundred and ten guards galloped on horseback, raising their swords high, and the war horses roared under their crotches, like galloping ironclad chariots, rolling through the field.

Hum! Just now I was thinking about letting you go, but now you want to bully me with more and bully less, and bully my brother Zang Hong, you still have to ask me if I agree!

Zang Hong snorted coldly, the anger in his heart gradually rose, the long knife Huo Ran waved, and the personal soldiers under his command also pounced on the other party. The two torrents collided violently together, and suddenly erupted into an earth-shattering sound, just like a sudden water in the middle of the continent rolling towards the shore.

Screams, jingo, screams, and disturbing sounds of fighting mingled together. Countless swords, spears, and spears writhed in the air, and every now and then blood, stumps, and broken swords flew into the sky, and then gradually fell down, smashing up the dust.

Zhang Miao was deep in the center of the battlefield, hiding in the cracks of the war and staring at Han Xun fiercely like a hungry wolf. A fire of revenge had burned in his eyes, but he didn't know that there was also a wild wolf staring at him in the distance.

"Zhang Mengzhuo, let's die!"

With a long roar, Zhang Miao suddenly raised his head in shock, a silver light flashed in his eyes, and an eight-foot-long bright moon knife came into view.

I don't know when, Zang Hong has quietly come to his eyes, and the long knife in his hand has been raised high, like a bright moon in the sky, and in an instant, this bloody alley of flags and wars will be illuminated.

Zhang Miao didn't have time to react at all, so he was slashed in the neck by Zang Hong, and the knife fell bloodied, and a huge human head flew up.

Zhang Miao is dead!

The famous man of the Han Dynasty who had followed the Emperor of the Restoration for several years died in this way, in the hands of the former robe who cherished him.

Looking at Zhang Miao's blood-stained battlefield, Yuan Shang's heart began to be frightened.