After the flames, the fallen leaves and dead branches were all turned to ashes, and large pits appeared in front of them, and the yellow turbans burst into laughter. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Shoot yourself in the foot".

"A fire is not harmful to us, but it exposes these pits."

"It seems that the enemy in front of us did a lot of things last night."

"It's pitiful, it's just some useless work."

"We can easily avoid such big pits."

The yellow scarf leader looked at the big pit exposed in front of him, and listened to the laughter in his ears, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little thicker.

At this time, there was a loud noise in front of me, and I saw the door of the village wide open, and the old man and the woman walked towards the village wall tremblingly.

The sound of laughter increased a few points again, and the words of a plea for war were endless.

"Let the old man and the woman hold bows and arrows, and make the world laugh."

"It is really arrogant that only a few dozen people dare to open the village door to face the battle."

"We are willing to ask the commander for his life and take down the Zhuangzi."

The leader of the yellow turban waved his hand and ordered several leaders: "At noon today, the leader of this village will see this village turn red, and it is best to bring the fragrance of rice."

"Yes". Several of the leaders immediately grasped the meaning of the leader's words, and a sentence came to mind. They had to wash the Zhuangzi in blood before making lunch. Thinking of this, his eyes gradually reddened, and the murderous aura spread unconsciously.

Two hundred yellow scarves pounced murderously under the leadership of the leader, and although there were many old people and women on the village wall, they had never killed anyone, so they trembled and trembled. Under Liu Ye's persuasion, a few sparse arrows barely fell.

Wu Hao couldn't help but sigh slightly when he saw this, if it wasn't a last resort, why let these people go to the village wall.

When Zhong Qiu saw this scene, he couldn't help but look at Wu Hao and flashed a trace of death: "Childe is here later, I'll come when I go."

"Take care, Childe". Wu Long also saluted and spoke loudly.

Ignoring the wounds on their bodies yesterday, the forty branch soldiers looked at Wu Hao one by one, and then saluted silently. Gripping the spear in his hand, he pounced under the leadership of Wu Long and Zhong Qiu.

Whether it is to attack with fire, or to let the old man and women go to the village wall, or to draw their own swords and walk out of the village. It was nothing more than forced, because from beginning to end, he felt that he was out of place with the world and could not give him a sense of belonging from the bottom of his heart.

But when he faced the old man's questioning, when he saw the backs of the forty soldiers at this time, as if they were indistinguishable from the world in an instant. A strong sense of identity and belonging arises.

Subconsciously raised the sword in his hand and stepped forward to follow.

The sound of swords sounded, and Wu Long and Qiu Zhong heard the sound behind them, and subconsciously looked back. Seeing that Wu Hao had already rushed over, he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to protect him: "Son, this place is very dangerous, please quickly return to the village to hide."

"Get out of the way, as the son of the head of the Wu family, how can you retreat, you just let go and kill the enemy." As soon as the words fell, Wu Hao immediately looked for a yellow scarf and stabbed him with a sword.

Wu Long and Zhong Qiu glanced at each other, and when they saw the steady stream of yellow scarves, they could only let go and kill them.

There are a large number of yellow turbans, and the forty soldiers of the branch line are already injured, even if they have the will to die, they are gradually falling into disadvantage.

Seeing this, the yellow turban headker in the back flashed a sneer. He commanded a leader beside him: "Order a hundred troops, and be sure to capture this Zhuangzi within a quarter of an hour."

"Yes". Then the yellow leader hurriedly bowed and saluted, and rushed over with a hundred yellow scarves.

Seeing the reinforcements coming, the morale of the yellow turban was greatly boosted, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger.

The forty branch soldiers gradually lost their support, and at this time, when they saw the Yellow Turban reinforcements coming, there were casualties immediately.

A soldier of the branch line fell in a pool of blood. On the other hand, the morale of the Yellow Turban side is rising.

Seeing this, Wu Long was in a hurry, raised the spear in his hand and stabbed it hard, and a yellow scarf suddenly fell in a pool of blood. Taking advantage of this gap, he shouted at Wu Hao: "Son, retreat."

"Advancing is death, retreating is also death, in that case, why not kill a happy one." Wu Hao is not a simple teenager after all, how can he retreat from being a human being in two lives. His mind was running rapidly, and he knew that at this time, those branch soldiers could still fight because of their will to die. If you retreat, this qi will disperse, so you will not retreat and retreat.

Zhong Qiu, who was fighting on the side, heard his son's words, and his heart suddenly became arrogant, and he immediately shouted: "Advance and retreat are all dead, you are willing to kill the enemy with me."

"Wish". The thirty still alive branch soldiers responded to the promise, and their morale continued to rise.

Listening to this wish, the yellow turban leader in the rear jumped like thunder. These villagers were really presumptuous, thinking that the killing intent between their eyes spread undisguisedly: "The whole army is attacking, be sure to kill them, and leave no one behind."

"Yes". The two hundred yellow scarves who had not yet entered the battlefield suddenly received the order and immediately took a step.

But at this moment, a dense sound of horses' hooves sounded, and a burly person, wearing armor and holding a sword, galloped on a war horse. They were followed by dozens of horsemen, wearing fierce masks and swords, like demons returning from the underworld.

"You wait for the rest to hurt my brother's life." The voice came from the man's mouth and spread throughout the place.

Dozens of horsemen slammed into them from behind like a torrent.

Wu Hao listened to this familiar voice, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that this catastrophe had been overcome.

Seeing that these cavalrymen seemed to have thought of something, the Yellow Turban Leader's expression couldn't help but change greatly, and he shouted to the front: "Withdraw."

Hearing the order, one by one, the Yellow Turbans discarded their opponents and withdrew in the direction they were coming from.

When Wu Long and the others saw that the yellow scarf was withdrawn, where were they willing to stop there, and they raised their spears one by one to chase and kill.

The man's voice came again, and there was a bit of urgency in his tone: "Stop."

The war horse snorted heavily, and dozens of horsemen immediately stopped.

Seeing this, Zhong Qiu and the others had no choice but to watch those yellow scarves withdraw, and then bowed to the man on horseback: "I've seen the eldest prince."

"Poor Kou Mo chase, besides, we are not their opponents, it is a blessing to be able to scare them away." Wu Fei turned over and dismounted, his face full of tiredness.

Dozens of cavalrymen also dismounted one after another, taking off their masks and revealing the same look as Wu Fei.

Wu Hao walked towards Wu Fei and couldn't help but be stunned: "Big brother, why is this?"

"Wu Hu came to report on your orders, and my father hurriedly retreated, but he didn't want the main force of the Yellow Turban to raid. Hefei was lost, and our army suffered heavy losses, so it was defeated all the way. I hope the second brother can scare off these Yellow Turban bandits." Wu Fei showed a sad face and explained to Wu Hao.

Wu Hao's heart tightened, and he pointed in the direction of Zhuangnei: "The eldest brother is already tired from galloping all the way, so it is better to go to the village to rest first, and make plans after his father and they return."

"It's okay too". Wu Fei endured his tiredness and led dozens of cavalry to lead their respective war horses and slowly walked towards the village.