Wei Yan hurriedly took more than 400 soldiers below and pushed the dead branches and leaves below the cliff, Xu Shu rolled down on the thick fallen leaves, and did not suffer any damage, turned over and stood up, and shouted loudly at the cliff: "It's okay, you all follow my example, get down!" ”

The central soldiers on the top of the cliff saw that the military advisor was so brave, what else could they say, they all brought their own quilts, tied them to their bodies, and then turned over and rolled down from the top of the cliff to the bottom of the valley, fortunately it is November, the fallen leaves at the bottom of the valley are thick, and those white wave thieves who are hungry all day are too lazy to clean, so the Wei soldiers can roll down smoothly, except for a few hundred who were injured by the bushes and stones on the cliff wall, most of them fell to the bottom of the white wave valley safely and sound.

When Hu Cai led the Baibo thieves to the northwest corner, he was dumbfounded, what is the situation, how did four or five hundred people become four or five thousand people, and the soldiers of the Wei army are still rolling down!

Hu Cai yelled loudly: "Brothers, hurry up and rush up for me, don't let the officers and soldiers roll anymore, otherwise my Baibo Valley will be finished!" ”

Wei Yan ordered 500 people to protect the bottom of the cliff and cover the Wei soldiers who rolled down from the top of the cliff, and he personally led 4,000 soldiers of the Guards to rush over against the tens of thousands of Baibo thieves led by Hu Cai.

The cliff is steep, so the black horse can only stand on the top of the cliff for the time being, watching the master wield the red blood knife to meet the enemy.

Although there was no black horse to help, Wei Yan stood on the solid muddy ground, wielding the Zhang'er Red Blood Knife, where the big knife was wielded, there were severed limbs and stumps, a bloody rain, and Wei Yan's men had almost no enemies.

Hu Cai experienced the battle of Hanoi, and he was very afraid of Wei Yan, who seemed to be the reincarnation of the god of war.

He quietly stepped back as he screamed, "Brothers, go on, kill Wei Yan together!" As long as Wei Yan is killed, the Wei army will be leaderless, and our Baibo Valley will be saved! ”

No matter how loud Hu Cai shouted, it would be useless.

Wielding the Red Blood Knife, Wei Yan seemed to be the Grim Reaper descending, rolling up a red whirlwind, and the blood-colored whirlwind died wherever it went.

Hu Cai has been cowering in the Baibo Valley these days, and he only cares about pleasure all day long, regardless of the life or death of the Baibo thieves, everyone is hungry and waiting to die, he Hu Cai is a carnival in the wine pond and meat forest, how can the boss convince the public, the Baibo thieves are forced by his obscenity, and no one dares to leave the Baibo Valley, but in this case, no one is willing to die for him, and no one is willing to touch Wei Yan, the killing god, for him.

Only the 1,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers raised by Hu Cai responded to Hu Cai's order, charged forward, and handed over to the Wei army soldiers in short arms.

These thousand yellow turban wrestlers were wrapped in yellow scarves on their heads, wearing ochre yellow robes, and their faces were painted with yellow paint, and they took yellow pills before the battle, grinning one by one, with fierce faces, like hellish ghosts, they were slashed, their muscles and bones were broken, and the blood flowed, they still grinned and charged forward, not caring at all.

Before these Yellow Turban wrestlers rushed over, Wei Yan caught a glimpse of these Yellow Turban wrestlers who had taken the Yellow Turban Pill first, and then they had no sense of trauma, knowing that the Pill taken by these Yellow Turban Wrestlers must be the kind of medicine that caused them to hallucinate.

Dealing with this kind of enemy soldier who had fallen into a state of madness, Wei Yan shouted: "These Yellow Turban wrestlers have gone mad, ordinary trauma cannot repel them, they must be beheaded and stabbed in the heart to defeat them!" ”

Compared to the yellow turban wrestlers who rolled over like a swarm of wasps, the pikemen of the two thousand Wei army were well-trained, and they quickly lined up in array, and the cold and shining spears and halberds stabbed out in unison.

The sound of puff and puff rang out one after another, and the yellow turban wrestlers wielding big knives and grinning teeth were also neatly stabbed to the core, like strings of locusts that had been stabbed.

Wei Yan took two thousand long sword soldiers and cut off the heads of those Yellow Turban wrestlers.

These two thousand long knife soldiers have been taught by Wei Yan for more than two months, and they swing their long knives, slashing and slashing, stabbing and stabbing, whether it is horse combat or foot combat, they all understand the mystery of Wei Yan's knife technique.

Bai Bojun Qu Shuai Hu Cai looked stupid, and countless *** rushed by in his heart, Nima, this is not one Wei Yan fighting, this is two thousand and one Wei Yan fighting!

Hu Cai watched his carefully cultivated Yellow Turban wrestlers being killed by the Wei army like cucumbers, and his heart was full of hatred and pain.

He worked hard, first risked the great danger to steal the training secrets of the Yellow Turban wrestlers from Zhang Jiao, and finally cultivated 500 Yellow Turban wrestlers who were not afraid of swords and guns in the Baibo Valley.

Hu Cai wanted to loot Wei Yan in Hanoi before, but was robbed by Wei Yan, the generals under his command and the five hundred Yellow Turban wrestlers were killed and wounded, and there were no more than one hundred thousand elite thieves in Baibo, and the Baibo army was in a slump, and they did not dare to rob the dock fort of the family again, but only dared to rob the villages of the common people, and the looted food was not enough to feed the hundreds of thousands of people in the Baibo Valley, and the more they ate, the less they ate, most of the Baibo thieves were rarely able to eat a full meal for ten days and half a month, and they were hungry and dizzy every day, so naturally they did not have much combat effectiveness.

Hu Cai looked at his old and weak soldiers, and then thought that Wei Yan's guards and Yuan army could be ten with one, and thought that it was the Yellow Turban wrestlers who protected him from the pursuit of Wei Yan's army before, so he thought that since he could no longer feed all the thieves, it was better to feed some elite soldiers who could protect themselves during the critical period, so he selected a thousand elite thieves from the Baibo thieves to supplement the dead and wounded Yellow Turban wrestlers, collected food from other thieves every day, and supplied the Yellow Turban wrestlers, so that they could eat a full meal every day.

What's even more outrageous is that in order to make these Yellow Turban wrestlers loyal to him, Hu Cai also indulged these Yellow Turban wrestlers to bully the wives and daughters of ordinary thieves after eating and drinking, which made the White Bo Army angry.

The 1,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers that Hu Cai painstakingly cultivated were assassinated by the 4,000 soldiers who were waiting for them in the blink of an eye.

The ordinary white wave thieves who were shouting with broken knives and guns on the side saw that those Yellow Turban wrestlers who were ordinary and riding on their necks were easily wiped out by the Wei soldiers like cutting melons, and some people couldn't help but cheer!

Wei Yan heard that some of the White Bo thieves were cheering for the fall of the Yellow Turban Warriors, and he could see that Hu Cai was not very popular with the White Bo Army.

Wei Yan knew very well that the essence of this so-called peasant rebel army was created by a group of extremely vicious homeless people with more desperate peasants, because those homeless people themselves were not good people, and it was determined that not all the things done by these so-called peasant rebels were righteous, such as Huang Chao and Zhang Xianzhong in later generations, all of whom were murderous demon kings.

The same is true of Hu Cai's Bai Bo Army, those poor people who were wrapped up by Hu Cai and some other vicious homeless people, they did not follow Hu Cai before and after Hu Cai, their lives did not improve significantly, especially under the pursuit of righteous officials and soldiers like Wei Yan and Wei Jun, they ate less and less food, became more and more hungry, and they could not see the future and no hope, and their dissatisfaction with Hu Cai in the depths of their hearts was increasing day by day.