He had already made up his mind that if these Yellow Turbans dared to fight back, he would kill them all here.

However, the reality is not as serious as he imagined.

The Yellow Turban soldier who had taken off his weapon was pulled and staggered forward two steps, almost falling, and then looked at Ling Xiaohan in disbelief.

At the same time, the other Yellow Turban soldiers immediately took a step back nervously, and their weapons were all pointed at Ling Xiaohan, but you look at me, I look at you, but no one dared to rush up.

The Yellow Turban soldier who spoke first pointed at Ling Xiaohan and raised his voice calmly:

"What are you going to do!"

The voice was stern, but there was a look of panic on his face that could not be concealed.

At this moment, two more very rapid shouts came from that side, and they sounded more like the voice of the archers.

Ling Xiaohan didn't have time to talk nonsense with these Yellow Turban soldiers, so he only said: "Don't block me, whoever stands in my way, I will kill whom." ”

After saying that, he took the weapon that looked like a spear and walked in the direction from which the noise came.

Those Yellow Turban soldiers looked at each other, and none of them came out to stop them.

When Ling Xiaohan heard it, a yellow turban soldier behind him said in a panicked tone: "This thief is angry...... What a big ......."

Ling Xiaohan smiled proudly, he didn't have to look back to know that it was the Yellow Turban soldier who had been robbed of his weapon when he spoke.

And now he still has the handle open, and the weight of the weapon in his hand feels extremely light, as easy as holding a pen.

On the way, the Yellow Turban soldiers all looked at him, and some even drew their weapons, but still no one dared to step forward, only one Yellow Turban soldier whispered to the people next to him: "Go and report to General Zhou!" ”

The Yellow Turban soldier next to him turned around and ran.

Ling Xiaohan didn't bother to pay attention to it, and only walked forward.

The sound became louder and louder, and when he turned to the foot of a mountain, in the light of torches, he saw more than a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers, armed with weapons, surrounding three people.

The three men, one of whom was a yellow turban soldier wearing a yellow scarf, was staring at the two people in front of him with a fierce look.

The other two people were one behind the other, and Ling Xiaohan could see at a glance that it was the archer who was following him in front, and behind him was the maid.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who surrounded them laughed and cursed one after another, no one heard Ling Xiaohan's footsteps, and no one noticed Ling Xiaohan walking from the darkness of the fire.

At this moment, the maid bowed her head and hid behind the archers, her body trembling, like a fawn that had been cornered and had nowhere to escape.

The archers in front of her stared angrily at the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of and around her, their hands clenched into fists in a defensive posture.

And the Yellow Turban soldier who was facing him said viciously: "You thief official, if you don't die, your life is great, and you can't fight against the heavenly army!" ”

"Kill him!" "Kill him!"

The surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers shouted and shouted one after another.

"Well, then listen to the brothers, and kill the thief," the yellow turban soldier smiled lewdly and looked at the maid, "and then take the maid to the brothers' tents!" ”

"Good!" "Good! Haha......"

The Yellow Turban soldiers around cheered one after another, their eyes full of greedy desire, and the look of salivating for the maid was unreservedly displayed in front of Ling Xiaohan, which was no different from the eyes of the few people he had met by the stream before.

"Come on!" The archers were not afraid at all, and with a resolute and resolute look, they shouted, "Let's try it!" ”

The Yellow Turban soldiers all laughed unscrupulously, and it was no wonder that the archers were bare-handed, unless they were possessed by the gods, how could they fight a group of strong men with weapons in their hands?

In contrast to this arrogant laughter, the maid sobbed softly.

The Yellow Turban soldier in front of the archer stretched his hand back, and immediately there was a short sword handed over by someone else in his hand.

Ling Xiaohan's face was expressionless and silent, only the gurgling of his teeth.

"Will you descend?" The yellow turban soldier waved his short sword forward, and said to the archers in a strange manner, "If it falls, it's not too late, tie the palace maid behind you to the tent of my brothers, and you will also share your pleasure, hehe......"

The archers were furious, shouting at the top of their throats: "If you wait for the thief, you will die sooner or later!" If I die, I will die, and my master will kill you thieves too!! ”

"Haha......"

The Yellow Turban Soldier laughed wildly, causing the Yellow Turban Soldiers around him to laugh along, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"There's a JB that's funny, he's telling the truth."

Ling Xiaohan suddenly opened his mouth, and the killing intent that was forcibly suppressed made the sound not loud or small, but it was just enough for everyone to hear.

The Yellow Turbans suppressed their laughter and turned their heads in surprise to look in one direction.

"Who!"

The Yellow Turban soldier standing in the middle asked angrily.

And when he turned his head, he happened to be face to face with Ling Xiaohan, maybe he didn't see Ling Xiaohan in the shadow of the torch for a while, but Ling Xiaohan could see his appearance clearly at a glance.

What Ling Xiaohan didn't expect was that he was no stranger to this person, and he had a relationship with one side - that person was the Yellow Turban soldier who kicked Lu Gong heavily in the canyon that day.

Ling Xiaohan is usually very arrogant, but if he really wants to remember someone, it will be deeply imprinted in his heart, and it is difficult to forget it, so he is completely sure that the person in front of him is the one he remembers.

It can only be said that the road is narrow.

"C, fuck you, it's really your SB, that's right."

Ling Xiaohan muttered hatefully.

Originally, these Yellow Turban soldiers didn't see who was talking for a while, but Ling Xiaohan took another step forward, and in this way, everyone saw it.

The Yellow Turban soldier who was closest to Ling Xiaohan, that is, in front of him, changed his face greatly, and he was so frightened that he fell back a few steps and fell to the ground, although the others did not react so exaggeratedly, their faces were full of shock.

The maid and the archers also saw Ling Xiaohan, and the maid had tears in her eyes, with a little crying, and called softly: "General......"

The archers were surprised and delighted, and shouted: "General! ”

Ling Xiaohan just answered in a low voice, his eyes not leaving the Yellow Turban soldier standing in the middle.

After panicking, all the Yellow Turban soldiers aimed their weapons at Ling Xiaohan.

The Yellow Turban soldier in the middle pointed his short sword at Ling Xiaohan and shouted arrogantly: "You thief, your subordinates are defeated, if General Zhou didn't spare your life, how could you live to ......"

"You kicked your father-in-law that day, didn't you?" Ling Xiao asked coldly.

The Yellow Turban soldier was stunned.

"You kicked the military general next to me that day." Ling Xiaohan corrected it.

The Yellow Turban Soldier was stunned again, then reacted, and looked at the Yellow Turban Soldier left and right with a laugh:

"That thief didn't think he could do anything, and he wanted to stand up and hurt General Zhou, but he was kicked to the ground by me, haha-"

Ling Xiaohan pulled his left hand back, the handle lit up with white light, and then the spear came out of his hand, this coherent action was completed in one go, and it took less than three seconds.