The sun was shining on the first floor, and a thick layer of dead leaves had already been laid on the outside of the village. The pen and the fun pavilion stand on the wall of the village www.biquge.info watch, and the eyes are full of leaves, who knows what danger is hidden below.

Forty soldiers of the branch line wandered on the wall of the village, staring at the outside of the village one by one, sweat appeared in their palms, but they themselves were unaware of it.

A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves flew with it, and the aura of slaughter spread.

The dense and heavy footsteps came from far and near, and when I looked ahead, I saw countless strong men wearing yellow scarves rushing towards me with overwhelming momentum. The small village is like a stone that can be turned into powder with a little force.

There was a series of noises when his feet stepped on the fallen leaves, and a sneer flashed at the corner of the mouth of the Yellow Turban Collar. The person on the other side seems to have no way to do it, otherwise why would such a simple strategy appear a second time. Thinking of this, he looked around at the leaders around him and commanded them: "Stop moving forward and sweep away the fallen leaves to prevent fire."

"Yes". The five hundred yellow scarves stopped at the same time, and all the leaders bowed down to receive the order.

A hundred-person yellow scarf walked out of the group, and the fallen leaves on the ground were quickly swept out of a path.

The Yellow Turban Leader nodded in satisfaction, and then walked slowly forward.

The five hundred yellow turbans stopped again outside the range of the bow and arrows, and the leader of the yellow turban couldn't help but feel a burst of anger in his heart when he saw that there were only forty or fifty people above, and his eyes finally fell on one of the leaders: "Order a hundred elites, and capture this village for this leader."

"Yes". The leader immediately took the order, and then waved his hand and pounced forward.

On the Zhuang wall, Wu Hao looked at the hundreds of yellow scarves that rushed in, and he didn't know what he was secretly thinking about.

The forty soldiers of the branch did not hear the order, as if they were blind and did not see the yellow turban below.

The yellow scarf that was rushing outside the village did not hear the expected sound of breaking the sky, as well as the rain of arrows, and the people in the subconscious question had already been stupid by them, and then their morale soared, and their pace was a little faster.

When he was running wildly, he suddenly felt a crisp sound under his feet, and then he fell into a pit half a meter high. The tiny dead branches were like arrows, easily scratching their legs and feet.

At this time, a pain came from the leg, and the brain was still in a state of confusion.

"Shoot the arrows". The loud voice spread out of nowhere, and arrows flew like raindrops.

Dozens of yellow turbans who fell into the pit were wounded by arrows.

Seeing this, the yellow scarf in the back turned his heart to speed up again.

The sound of falling pits sounded one after another, and the number of people who trampled on each other was unknown.

The leader of the Yellow Turban behind him was furious, and without thinking, he ordered the four hundred Yellow Turbans behind him: "Dozens of people dare to be so rampant, and they ordered the whole army to attack and wash this village in blood."

"Yes". The four hundred yellow scarves suddenly turned into hungry tigers descending from the mountain and pounced on the humble village gate in front.

Although hundreds of old and weak people dug traps all night last night, their physical strength was not as good as ordinary people after all. The number of those traps is not as large as expected, and trapping a hundred at this time is the limit. In the face of so many yellow scarves, traps become ornaments.

Wu Hao looked at the scene below, but his heart calmed down, his eyes stared at those yellow scarves, and he softly spit out two words: "rocket".

Forty soldiers of the branch line heard the command, and without thinking, they picked up arrows with flames from behind them. The bow opened the full moon, and then he loosened his hand slightly, and the arrow roared down the wall of the village.

The yellow turbans subconsciously dodged, but they didn't shoot in the direction where they were, and the five hundred yellow turbans couldn't help but be stunned.

At that moment, the arrows fell in front of them with flames, and one after another raging flames rose into the sky, quickly spreading forward.

The yellow turban leader in the rear immediately reacted and yelled at the front: "Retreat quickly."

The five hundred yellow scarves woke up like a dream, and ran wildly behind one by one, lest they be caught up by the flames.

The Yellow Turban Leader led the men back to see the cleared lots. A smug look rose in his heart, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously showed a smile: "Carving insect skills."

The yellow scarves rose to the feeling of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and flattered the leader one by one.

"The head of LinkedIn Ming Shenwu knew that these enemies would attack with fire, so he swept away the fallen leaves in advance."

"Pity the enemy on the other side is now exhausted, and when the flames are extinguished is their time of death."

"Dozens of young men dare to be so rampant, when we wait to kill them, we must break them into pieces."

Listening to these flattering words, the yellow turban collar couldn't help but be a little fluttering, showing a look of enjoyment.

Wu Long looked at these firelights on the Zhuang wall, and a trace of sorrow flashed on his face. I thought that these could be stopped for a while, but I didn't expect to use this last resort in just a moment.

Looking at the humble village below, I couldn't help but shake my head. Not to mention the village gate, even if this village wall is under the onslaught of five hundred yellow turbans, I am afraid it will collapse with a bang. Once the fires had cleared, hand-to-hand combat was compelled.

looked at Wu Hao, saw that his face was flat, and subconsciously shouted: "Childe."

"Count the time, father, they should be almost there." Wu Hao knew what Wu Long and the others wanted to ask, looked at the smaller and smaller flames below, and replied loudly.

Seeing Wu Hao's firm tone, the forty branch soldiers seemed to feel the hope of surviving from inside. Thinking of the reinforcements that were about to arrive, they discarded the bows and arrows in their hands and picked up the spears on the ground.

When the last flame gradually went out, Wu Hao pulled out the sword at his waist with a twist. Since you want your family to live well in this troubled world, then at this time, whether it is the old man, the woman or yourself, you should pick up your weapons and fight hard. Thinking of this, he looked at Liu Ye on the side: "I'll leave it to you here."

"At our age, we don't actually have to go into battle to kill the enemy." Liu Ye persuaded Wu Hao, he couldn't understand why Wu Hao had such a crazy idea after a night.

Wu Hao shook his head slightly and explained to Liu Ye: "Actually, I don't want to kill the enemy, but if I don't go to those women and old people, they won't go to the village wall to pick up bows and arrows." With only forty soldiers, do you think we can survive? “。

"Let women and old men kill the enemy with bows and arrows, and you can't think of it. Well, since it's your friend, I'll help you for the time being." Liu Ye replied to Wu Hao, looked at the village, and couldn't help but sigh when he saw hundreds of women and the old man.

Wu Hao got a reply, looked at Wu Long and Zhong Qiu, and then looked around: "Whether you live or die, it's all in your own hands." Wait for the door to open the village, and kill the enemy with me."

"No". Forty soldiers of the branch line agreed with a bang, and then rushed to the outside of the village.

When the women and the old people in the village saw them coming down, they couldn't help but shudder when they thought of the scene where the Zhuangzi was attacked and bloodbathed. But seeing that the young men who were the sons of the head of the family had already drawn their swords, they were secretly turning their hearts sideways one by one, and walked towards it. Rather than waiting to be killed, it is better to use this to wail and win a glimmer of life.

There was a loud bang, and the door of the village was opened. Wu Hao led forty branch soldiers and slowly unfolded at the village gate.