Three seconds later, the Yellow Turban's laughter came to an abrupt halt, his eye sockets protruding, his expression exaggerated rather than smiling—spears piercing his head.

His eyes were immediately bloodshot, and he turned twice with a stiff twist, and then he fell straight to the ground, dying.

The surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers scattered backwards in an "uproar", looked at the Yellow Turban soldiers in horror, and then looked at Ling Xiaohan fiercely.

The atmosphere that was originally relaxed and cheerful suddenly became tense and frightened.

Ling Xiaohan came to the archer's side in two steps, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the archer immediately understood and handed over the sleeve knife on his back.

"General, be careful!" The archers reminded.

With the knife in his hand, Ling Xiaohan felt more confident in his heart.

"Come on, you guys can go up together, save the trouble."

Ling Xiaohan glanced at the soldiers and waved the huge sleeve knife in his hand.

The Yellow Turbans were startled, and at the same time stepped back.

Seeing that these soldiers didn't dare to come over, Ling Xiaohan was impatient, his handle was shiny, and he rushed to the side in two steps, and slashed down at one of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Before the Yellow Turban could react, he didn't even snort before he was slashed to death.

The other Yellow Turban soldiers were stunned for a moment, then waved the weapons in their hands and pounced on Ling Xiaohan viciously.

"General!"

The archers shouted in warning, and at the same time made preparations for a fight.

Ling Xiaohan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the "Jueying" on the handle, but immediately dispelled his thoughts—there was no need to use skills to deal with these miscellaneous soldiers, and it was not worth making his stomach hurt for these little monsters.

The buttons of the handle lit up one after another, and Ling Xiaohan's figure moved, rushing over.

"Ahh

With heart-rending screams, the Yellow Turban soldiers fell one after another.

Ling Xiaohan became more and more courageous the more he fought, slashing left and right, these Yellow Turban soldiers were just a plate of side dishes in his eyes.

"Ahh

Another Yellow Turban soldier fell to the ground with a knife in the chest, Ling Xiaohan took a step forward and made up two more knives, and the Yellow Turban soldier slowly twisted twice and died.

There were only two Yellow Turban soldiers left in front of them.

The two Yellow Turban soldiers looked at each other in panic, shouted, turned around and ran.

"Fuck, you want to run if you can't beat it?!"

Ling Xiaohan smiled, and at the same time as the handle lit up, the sleeve knife came out of his hand, cutting a perfect arc in the night, hitting the back of the neck of one of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

With a "poof", the Yellow Turban soldier fell to the ground.

The other Yellow Turban soldier, without looking back, ran forward lifelessly, shouting at the top of his voice as he ran:

"Help! Help me! The thief killed ...... Ahh

However, he saw a strong qi path flashing past Ling Xiaohan's side, and it pierced the back of the Yellow Turban soldier's heart with unmistakable accuracy.

The Yellow Turban soldier fell to the ground, motionless, with an arrow stuck in his back.

Ling Xiaohan looked back and saw that the archer was holding a longbow and looking at the Yellow Turban soldier who had been shot with resentment.

"Well done!"

Ling Xiaohan smiled and complimented.

The archer suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly clenched his fists: "General, the little one doesn't want the thief to run away." ”

"Hmm."

Ling Xiaohan nodded with satisfaction, walked over and picked up the Sleeve Knife, the handle gradually disappeared, and the weight of the Sleeve Knife skyrocketed.

At this time, he heard a commotion in front of him, and he didn't think it was strange—many people must have heard the shouts of the Yellow Turban soldiers just now.

Ling Xiaohan asked the archers and maids to come over, and then handed the sleeve knife to the archers.

The archer said nervously: "I'm afraid there will be thieves coming, the weapon is still held by the general!" ”

Ling Xiaohan shook his head: "You help me hold it first, and then give it to me when I need to fight, I guess they saw the scene just now, no one dares to come and send them to death, right?" ”

Having said that, but Ling Xiaohan had other considerations in his heart - if he really fought, there were so many thieves in this camp that he couldn't kill them, and besides, the devil and his father-in-law were still in their hands, and the two of them probably wouldn't be able to survive in the fight, not to mention, if they wanted to find out about the situation of the Western God General, they had to ask Zhou Cang, and they couldn't be offended for the time being.

The maid buried her head down, as if she didn't dare to look at the corpses all over her, and she was still sobbing softly, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Ling Xiaohan said to the archers: "You follow me and protect her." ”

"Yes!" The archer's voice sounded a little trembling with excitement, "The little one dies and doesn't flinch!" ”

"It's not that serious, I won't let you die."

Ling Xiaohan smiled and walked back.

As soon as he walked a short distance, he saw a group of Yellow Turban soldiers shouting and surrounding him.

Ling Xiaohan had a calm face, and said coldly to these Yellow Turban soldiers: "Whoever wants to die, just come." ”

None of the Yellow Turban soldiers dared to come forward, but they confronted each other nervously.

At this time, a Yellow Turban military general came over and shouted to Ling Xiaohan:

"You thief, dare to make trouble in my village! How can you be a prisoner, but not in prison? ”

Several Yellow Turban soldiers hurriedly knelt down and shouted:

"General, this thief just broke out, we can't stop it!"

"Rubbish! I can't even take care of the prisoners! The military general was furious, turned to look at Ling Xiaohan, and grabbed the spear of the Yellow Turban soldier beside him, "I'll try it, you stinky boy, your subordinates are defeated, what are you capable of!" ”

This military general is very short and a little familiar, and he is one of the generals who left angrily in Zhou Cang's tent before.

Ling Xiaohan's heart was on fire, if it was usual, he would definitely not be able to help but make a move, but now he just controlled his emotions.

"It's those SBs who are making trouble, they are bullying my people, what's the problem with me going to help? They all brought their own deaths, what does it matter to me? ”

Ling Xiao asked in a cold voice.

The short military general did not give up, and shouted viciously: "You thief, the general of the defeated army, still dare to speak wildly? You court thieves should be killed! ”

"C fuck, give you a good face, you pretend to be B up!" Ling Xiao was furious, and pointed at the general, "Tell you!" If I try to kill you, I'll kill you in minutes! Believe it or not!? ”

The short military general obviously didn't believe it, and ordered the Yellow Turban soldiers around him: "Give it to me!" Kill these three thieves! ”

Dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers rushed up with shouts and shouts.

"What a death!" Ling Xiaohan scolded in a low voice, and the handle appeared.

The archers behind him also drew an arrow, drew their bows, and aimed them at the Yellow Turbans who pounced.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted:

"Stop!"

Everyone stopped, looked back, and then moved out of the way.

From behind them, another person who looked like a military general turned out, this person Ling Xiaohan also had a little impression, and he was also a military general under Zhou Cang.

The man came to the front and said loudly: "General Zhou has an order, take this person to prison." After speaking, he pointed at Ling Xiaohan.

The short military general said angrily: "General Zhou, does you know that this thief just killed more than a dozen of my brothers?" ”