There was chaos in Lu Bu's mansion, some people ran up, some people ran down, looking for the east, looking for the west, looking for what the Yan family needed. Yang Feng hugged the wine jar, followed behind the little girl, and walked on the way back to the house, how to explain to the hostess, he kept thinking about this question.

Finally returned to the house, and the others also came back with things, but their faces were not very good-looking, looking at Zhang Yu on the bed, as well as the lady next to the bed, and their own housewife, they were all silent.

Bian took a hot towel, wiped Zhang Yu's cheeks and palms, and asked Yan, "Sister, are you sure?" ”

"Sister rest assured, my sister's husband was hit by an arrow several times before, and I helped him get it, I'm sure."

"General, get a drink!"

Yang Feng obediently opened the wine jar and handed it to Yan, not knowing what she wanted the wine for.

Gripping the knife that had just gone overboard, pouring wine on it, in an instant, the wine evaporated, making a sizzling sound, and with a skillful movement, the knife came to Zhang Yu's arm, and the knife was cut at the place where the feather arrow pierced, and a cut was made, and the blood that was finally stopped flowed out again, staining Yan's cuffs red.

Zhang Yu was puzzled, very puzzled, didn't he get the arrow just now, why did he stand on the city wall now, looked at his body, intact, looked around, it was still those few people, and looked at the enemy army downstairs, and he was already preparing to attack the city.

As soon as he was about to stop them, and to take counsel again, he heard an order to release arrows, and the arrows flew towards him like locusts, innumerable. Zhang Yu hurriedly called Xu Huang and the others to avoid it.

Hearing the sound of swords and halberds colliding outside the city one after another, it turned out that the second army was lurking and attacked without authorization, Zhang Yu frowned slightly, was shocked, and hurriedly called Yang Feng and asked him to withdraw his troops.

But there were no other people beside him, and they all stepped forward to defend against the enemy, and Xiahoudun's soldiers had already attacked the city.

A tragic shout came, and another yellow turban, with an arrow in his eyebrows, fell straight down, and in the distance, Xiahou Yuan held a longbow in his hand, watching this scene with satisfaction, since the melee, countless yellow turbans have fallen under Xiahou Yuan's feather arrows.

Xu Huang is still playing against Xiahoudun, and the fight is inseparable.

Everywhere there was blood, swords, and fire, fierce fights everywhere, and dead bodies everywhere.

Zhang Yu hid in the corner, shivering, looking at the cut in front of him, suddenly, a soldier found the figure of this little brat, no mercy, cut down, Zhang Yu was frightened, did not dare to look directly, closed his eyes and lowered his head, raised his arm to block it, a sharp pain, and his arm was red.

"Ahh Pain! ”

It really hurts, it hurts like a knife, it hurts so much that I scream, I open my eyes, I am no longer at the city wall, there is no enemy figure, there is no terrible big knife, but my arm is really painful.

"The young master is awake! The young master is awake! ”

There was a familiar voice in his ears, looking around, there were all familiar faces, the generals were here, why was the mother here, and Mrs. Yan and Xiao Ling'er, why were they all here?

"Silence! Don't distract me! ”

It was the pain of the knife cut again, and he looked at his arm, and there was a feather arrow stuck in it upright, and Mrs. Yan was holding a knife, fiddling, and taking the arrow.

Fang is a dream, the arrow is not a dream, great, great, but afraid that the scene in the dream will become a reality, Zhang Yu endured the pain and dizziness, and made a faint voice, "You can't fight, defend the city immediately." With just two sentences, he fainted again.

How did the young master know that we had sent troops to fight, worthy of the gods, quickly listened to the young master's words, sent people to the east of the city, and raised the number to retreat.

Although he only woke up and said a word, Zhang Yu's surprise reassured many people's hearts, at least he was still alive.

Outside the city, with waves of yellow scarves pouring out of the city gate, Li Le led his men to launch one charge after another, without seeing the retreat order, until he died!

The two Xiahou generals went from shock at first, to amazement, to panic, why are there so many yellow turbans in the city? Will there be such a warlike yellow scarf?

I only have seven or eight thousand people in the battle now, and the enemy is more than three times as large as myself, how can I be good?

"Brother, unexpectedly, this time the bandits were suppressed, and the yellow scarves were exterminated, and there were many of them, so I am afraid that they would not be defeated."

"Don't panic in seconds, I see that the yellow scarf has no feather arrows, and I see it as a brother changing formation!"

The order is sent down, each department shrinks, raises the shield to encircle, protects the equipment in the array, and then there are crossbowmen in the formation gathered on the well railing, the salvo attacks it, the change of formation is fast, it is breathtaking, after a while, a circle formation is formed, the shield surrounds and the crossbow arrow attacks, it is simply a huge pillbox composed of human flesh.

Li Le saw that the strategy remained unchanged, pressing the troops forward, and if they got closer, the feather arrows would not be able to attack.

However, the situation was not as Li Le expected, when the Yellow Turbans approached the enemy formation, they were greeted by spears that protruded from the cracks in the iron shield. It's still a barbed bunker.

For a time, the Yellow Turban suffered countless casualties, and Xiahoudun saw that the situation was superior, and then ordered the whole army to go to Luoyang, further!

After receiving the military order, the shieldmen on the periphery took steps in unison, in unison, with a roar, the entire army moved one step forward, and there was no confusion, but the yellow turban in front of the city was forced to take a step back. It's still a moving bunker.

How is it good, how is it good, can not attack, can not stop, watched the army forward, looked helplessly at the city wall, hoping that someone would tell him what to do, but unfortunately the man was not there.

The brothers around him fell one after another, but few enemy troops fell, and finally made a gap, and immediately someone filled the gap, and it was unimaginable to continue to fight.

In desperation, there was finally a signal in the city, it was a signal for the withdrawal of troops, and it was not too late.

Seeing the signal, Li Le hurriedly reorganized his troops and returned to the city, bringing back many enemy weapons, but he could not bring back the lives of many brothers.

"Brother, they're withdrawing! Hunt down? ”

Xiahoudun shook his head, "Poor Kou Mo chases, not to mention that the other party is a group of crazy people." ”

When the last Yellow Turban returned to the city, the thick city gate was finally closed, leaving corpses and blood stains outside the city.

Xiahou Yuan ordered the whole army to retreat half a mile and set up camp, count the casualties, and recuperate, so as to wait for another battle in the coming day. He also ordered the two armies in the south and north of the city to set up camp, stay vigilant, and beware of surprise attacks.

Li Le returned to the city and climbed the city wall, but he didn't see everyone, he didn't see the young master, he was confused, and went downstairs to the house.

Straw sandals stepped on a pool of blood, he didn't care at all, he was under the city, and he saw a lot of blood, and this little blood couldn't arouse his interest at all.

In the hut, everyone stared at Yan's hand, and as the last piece of cloth was bandaged, Zhang Yu's arm stopped bleeding, and they breathed a sigh of relief, and their hanging hearts finally fell.

Bian Shi looked at her heart trembling, her child was the flesh of her heart, a few knives in succession, and then pulled out the feather arrows, all of which cut and pierced her heart, and held Zhang Yu's somewhat cold palm tightly, why did you receive such suffering, my poor child.

Xiao Ling'er stared at the feather arrow taken out, the arrow was a little twisted, stained with blood, although it was red and the color of the sugar gourd, but Xiao Ling'er hated it very much, she hated it very much. It grows like a dogtail, why can't it be as soft as a dogtail? Dogtail doesn't hurt!

She wanted to throw the feather arrow away, but there were so many adults here that she put up with it.