Xian Yuyin's blood was surging, and he almost fainted.

It was a troublesome thing to say, but it only happened between the lightning and flint, and in about thirty breaths, the battle was over.

Dian Wei and the others have already reined in their horses.

Wei Yan called a few of Tian Yu's house slaves and tied up Xian Yuyin.

Then, Wei Yan rode Xian Yuyin's horse and continued to chase Zhang Chun.

It's still a long wind, and there are fewer and fewer figures, and it's almost the end of the battlefield.

In this position, either the rebels who escaped from the battlefield, they have long been lost dogs and have no intention of fighting.

Then there are the cowering Han troops, they are as timid as mice, they dare not go to the center of the battlefield, only dare to fight the autumn wind on the periphery, once things change, they also come and the soles of their feet to smear oil.

According to the normal situation, in such a place, there will generally be no relatively large battles.

However, there was something abnormal, and when Wei Yan and the others came over, there was a fierce battle going on here.

Seven or eight carriages were blocked in the middle of the road, and in each carriage were men armed with swords, and these people were not dressed in soldiers' armor, but only ordinary people, and they had various weapons in their hands.

Such a convoy is naturally a bit swaggering, so it attracts all the stragglers around who are ready to fight the autumn wind.

They had come to rob them, and it was as natural for them as reaching for something.

So, when they came, they were elated and jubilant, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of bloody fighting in the city.

However, they were wrong, they did not expect that these ordinary people who seemed to have fled would resist desperately.

The stragglers didn't know who they were surrounding, and they didn't need to know who it was.

They just came to grab something, and after grabbing something, they left, and first the last car had already been overturned.

Because there were the most people besieging them, these stragglers were still very morale at that time, and they robbed things, which were all good things, good things that they had never seen in the past half of their lives, and gold and silver treasures were scattered all over the place.

Whoever dares to rob them, they dare to play with whomever they want.

Those who didn't grab it were red-eyed and rushed to the other convoys.

Then came the tragic fighting, which could also be said to be a massacre.

Because the people guarding the convoy are masters compared to ordinary soldiers, they can kill people in a single turn.

In the middle of a car, a richly dressed middle-aged man, holding a sword, looked at all this with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and these people were like bedbugs in his eyes.

The bloody atmosphere was getting thicker and thicker, and many corpses had fallen on the ground, and most of these corpses were the corpses of the Han army.

Those who have red eyes gradually become cold, and some people begin to retreat.

And at this time, Wei Yan also rushed over, and everyone paid attention to Wei Yan, because no one thought that this young man who looked a little immature could cause any disturbance.

Only those who were really in Wei Yan's way knew how terrible this young man was.

A powerful aura enveloped the surroundings, and even the people who came with him were affected.

They looked at this person who suddenly woke up from laziness in surprise, and they didn't understand that Wei Yan, who usually looked at him giggling, was as flamboyant as a cheetah when he entered the battlefield.

Those stragglers who were about to retreat looked at Wei Yan in surprise, and watched in surprise as this young man rushed forward desperately, picking up a person and throwing him out with a fork.

He stabbed one step at a time, and no one could stop him, so he moved forward step by step.

Someone bullied him for holding a long weapon and tried to attack him at close range, but the man just rolled on the ground, reached his leg, and was about to squat up, and he kicked him in the face.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the man, and his teeth fell to the ground.

No one cares what happens to this unlucky bastard, because people only worship heroes.

Wei Yan's momentum infected the others, and they screamed and fought with Wei Yan.

This put Wei Yan in the position of a sharp knife, tearing a hole that the others would tear even wider.

Dian Wei was more rough than Wei Yan, he was not used to using a knife, because it was too light for him.

The people who blocked him were all cut in two, and their intestines flowed to the ground, which was really miserable.

In a few clicks, Dian Wei's knife curled up.

"Drink!" Dian Wei threw the knife, grabbed the wheel with one hand, and shouted.

"Click~" The wheel, which was thicker than his arm, was suddenly broken by him.

This hand attracted everyone's sideways, and they didn't understand how there could be such a big bear in the world!

"Give me death!" Dian Wei held the wheels with both hands and swept left and right.

Suddenly, blood and flesh were splashed, and some of the people who were swept were directly slapped into meat patties.

The pressure on the people guarding the convoy has doubled, and the morale has been hit hard.

Those stragglers rushed forward in a hurry, several fought one by one, and those who fought were defeated and retreated.

"Little thief dares!" The middle-aged man in the car was stunned.

"Zhang Chun! Die quickly! Wei Yan shouted.

Wei Yan didn't expect such good luck, he once took a look at Zhang Chun from a distance in Zhongshan City.

At that time, Zhang Chun was still high, hugging before going out, but he didn't expect it to fall into such a situation now.

There were less than 100 people who fled for their lives, and they didn't even dare to wear armor.

Zhang Chun was furious, he was already about to escape, but he didn't expect to be stopped by a group of stragglers.

After a fierce battle, he was about to be defeated by the stragglers, but suddenly so many people appeared, completely burying his dream of escaping.

He was also a general, and since he dared to rebel, he also had the courage.

Now that Wei Yan had completely angered him, he swore that he would kill Wei Yan.

Zhang Chun slowly stepped down from the carriage and approached Wei Yan step by step.

The others seemed to be taken by his momentum, and they automatically stopped and made way for him.

"Boy, if you want to blame it, blame you for having no eyes!" Zhang Chun said coldly.

"Old thief, if you want to blame, blame you for being insatiable!" Wei Yan sneered.

In fact, Zhang Chun could have escaped, but he was reluctant to scavenge the wealth, and in the end he made these treasures a burden to him.

"Okay, good," Zhang Chun laughed angrily, "It seems that General Ben hasn't killed anyone for too long, and even a yellow-mouthed kid dares to shout in front of me, today I'll let you see, what is a general's anger and blood splashing five steps!" ”

"Hehe, ridiculous! I'd like to see if your knife is fast or Uncle Ben's fork is hard! Wei Yan said.

"Die!" Zhang Chun's eyes were split, and the sword in his hand stabbed at Wei Yan.

Wei Yan held the fork with both hands, lifted it up slightly, and took a horse step under his feet.

"Want to kill me? I'm afraid you don't have the ability! ”

When Wei Yan spoke, Zhang Chun had already arrived.

Wei Yan leaned slightly, and the fork was horizontal in front of him.

"Ah~" There was a piercing sound.